I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"If Lord Hou intends to go out of the border, go to the southern wasteland, and enter the division, now is a good time." Seeing that Chen Luo was lost in thought, Sang Luo spoke again.

Chen Luo came back to his senses and chuckled lightly: "Could it be some poetry meeting?"

"Hou Ye has a fortune teller." Sang Luo also showed a smile, "Since ancient times, Wing Chun and Sad Autumn have been the prosperity of poetry. Since Si Zhuguo's writing style is at its peak, he will not miss this kind of elegance."

"Every year at the end of February and the beginning of March, it is the time of Wing Chun. Si Zhuguo builds a poetry platform to comment on articles." Speaking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but smile again, "Speaking of it, if it weren't for you, Lord Hou, our human race These two years have been looked down upon by them."

Um? I won't be sleepy if you talk about this.

An interested look appeared on Chen Luo's face: "What does it have to do with me?"

Sang Luo thought about it for a while, and said: "In all fairness, the monster race is also a Heavenly Dao creature, and they also have great talents. And because the environment and customs of the monster race are very different from those of the human race, they also have their own poetry style."

"The most famous of them is the diction of 'haiku'. This kind of diction was deeply influenced by the non-metrical poems before my Daxuan dynasty, and gradually evolved. The biggest feature is that there are three lines in one poem, which are short, subtle, and subtle. Between glimpses."

"For example, in the previous dynasty, a writer came out of the demon tribe, but a banana tree became a demon. He once wrote a haiku——"

"Beside the ancient pool of Xianji, a frog plunged into the middle of the water, and there was a quiet sound."

Chen Luo nodded. This haiku is really interesting, especially the word "ring", which instantly brought the whole description to life.

Sang Luo went on to say: "Although there are haikus, the Yaozu are also very fond of metrical poetry. It's just that since the last poetry prosperity of our human race ended, there have been few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. There are even rumors among the Yaozu that the human race's literary style has declined. It is a blank poem filled with rhetoric, no more flourishing poetry, just a moral article, and the magnificence of Confucianism is far better than the brilliance of human Confucianism."

"In the past few years, there have been many demons and scholars who have come to Lin'an to ask for poetry and lyrics. Where is Lin'an? Letian Saint and Su Poxian both served as prefects here!"

Hearing this, Chen Luo's heart was also moved. He thought of the poetry meeting in Zhaixing Pavilion before entering the Crystal Demon Realm. If he hadn't acted at that time, Daxuan would have really lost to that Qingqiu white fox that time.

By the way, what's the name of that demon fox? Forget it, I'm defeated, I don't remember. I remember it was the white fox or because the little demon left an allusion of "the white fox retreats" for himself.

"However, ever since Lord Hou was born, the ethos of the monster race has been severely suppressed." Sang Luo said happily, "At first, those monster races were still not convinced, and they clamored to compete with Master Hou. .But Hou Ye’s later works are handed down one after another, and now they don’t dare to mention the matter of competing with Hou Ye.”

Chen Luo waved his hand: "Oh, poetry and poetry, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Sang Luo said sternly: "Master Hou's words are wrong. Every time Master Hou writes a poem handed down from generation to generation, the world's culture will be a little more important. In a short time, it seems that except for war poems, other poems are useless. But in the long run Look, the more cultures there are in the world, the higher the awakening rate of the Talent, and the higher the chance of a genius appearing in the group."

"Therefore, since Wang Yang, Luluo and the four talents created the poetry scene, in the following hundreds of years, our human race's poetry is like a vast ocean, almost creating a poetry prosperity that the human race has never had before."

"That's why Yaoru also cares about poetry."

Chen Luo straightened his face and arched his cupped hands: "I've been taught."

Old Sang Luo blushed, and quickly returned the salute: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it. But as the little old man said just now, if Lord Hou wants to enter Zehu, this Wing Chun poetry competition is an excellent opportunity."

Speaking of this, Sang Luo let out a long breath, and finally sold Guan Zi here without any trace.

"After all, the place where the poetry competition is held is just outside Jingze Lake!"

Chen Luo: (︶︿︶) = Convex

It's shameless to play the suspense routine of opening the box at the end when you are old!

"Mountain Lord, the purpose of the poetry meeting may be to absorb Wenhua and suppress the Devilish Qi in Bodhi." At this time, the mountain monk sent a divine thought to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo was taken aback, did this division know about the existence of Devilish Qi?

This is something that the Dapeng family does not know.

There is indeed a problem with this division by country.

After chatting with Sang Luo for another half an hour, he got up to see him off. Sang Luo also euphemistically stated that he had finished his story in Lin'an, so he planned to leave for Hanzhou.

The implication is that Chen Luo's news will not be revealed. Chen Luo naturally thanked him very much. In addition to some treasures, he even wrote an article "Eight Immortals Getting the Tao" a few times ago, which made Sang fall. Dian happily let go of his anger, and repeatedly stated that he would pass on this manuscript as his family heirloom, and then left happily.

"Old Mastiff." Chen Luo called out, "Clean up, leave the city tomorrow and enter the Southern Wilderness!"

"By the way, go to the bookstore and buy ten sets of "Red Dust Records". I have nothing to read on the way. That book is very well written."

...

the next day.

An unremarkable carriage wobbled out of Lin'an City and headed for Zhennan Pass.

After running around all day, at sunset, they finally passed the Zhennan Pass of the Human Race.

As soon as you leave Xiongguan, you will be in the Southern Wilderness.

Chen Luo just felt a slight stagnation in his breath, as if the air was more dignified, but he quickly got used to it.

According to the usual practice, Zhennanguan is a so-called "land of courtesy", that is, neither the human race nor the monster race builds castles and cities within a hundred miles, and only one official road extends. Yaozu territory.

Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car and found that the official road was prosperous, and pedestrian caravans came and went in an endless stream, many of them were students in Confucian shirts, presumably they were also students who were going to participate in the Si Zhu poetry meeting. This Sang Luo also told Chen Luo that because of the rich rewards of Si Zhuguo, the children of the human race also flocked to him. After all, studying is still very expensive.

Make money by talent, not shabby.

It must be said that the difference is that among these students, there are obviously more transformed monsters and half-demons with the characteristics of the monster race.

After closing the curtain, Chen Luo picked up the book in his hand. Not "Red Dust Records", but "Si Zhu Guo Ji Shi".

After talking with Sang Luo yesterday, Chen Luo became interested in Si Zhuguo, and specially let the mastiff spirit take shape, and took the Wenchang Pavilion's Great Confucianism brand to the government to get this dossier.

After all, Sang Luo is a commoner, and a lot of information cannot be accessed, and some information must be subject to the official.

As for the Wenchang Pavilion Great Confucianism brand, Chen Luo has a lot of them.

Skipping the unimportant information, Chen Luo directly found the record of the leader of Si Zhuguo.

"Sizhu Kingdom has three kings, and King Zhenxuan Sinan confirmed that the three kings are all pure blooded Great Saints."

"The Lord of the Great Kingdom is the incarnation of a crane. The Cultivation Base is between the second rank and the first rank. According to investigations, it should be the orphan of the Qingling Crane clan that was exterminated thirty years ago."

"The Lord of the Two Kingdoms is in the form of a lynx, Cultivation Base second rank Great Saint. According to investigations, he was originally married to the young master of the sword and tiger lineage of the tiger clan, but later regretted the marriage. He made a three-year fight and defeated the young master of the sword and tiger lineage. Lord, this will completely offend the Jianhu lineage."

"The Lord of the Three Kingdoms was originally from the bear lineage of the bear clan. He was born with the blood of his ancestors. When he was young, he was exchanged by his own blood to dig out his marrow, and he was abandoned outside the Bear Valley. When he reappeared, he was beaten to death with the third rank Great Saint Cultivation Base. The newly-promoted Young Bear Master has withdrawn from the Bear Clan. Now the Cultivation Base is unknown."

Chen Luo licked his lips, thinking he was a good guy.

Let's just say that this is where the buff of the entire protagonist is full.

Let's see, the family orphan, the young master who retired from the marriage, and the bone-digging child, with this configuration, they have to write three separate books. In this atmosphere, it is difficult to end without unifying the Yaozu!

What kind of division is country by country, it is small, and the structure is small.

but……

An idea popped up in Chen Luo's mind: These things don't have anything to do with my mysterious third senior brother.

Judging from the detailed map of Jingze Lake, the possibility is very high.

The elder brother said that the second elder sister said that the third elder brother was very beautiful, so could it be the great king's crane?

There is also the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, a little bear demon, with no blood marrow, how can he survive? And in the end, he was able to complete the anti-kill, and he would not believe that there was no expert behind him to kill him.

And whoever has this ability—what if it is a semi-holy of the human race?

teacher!

Just as Chen Luo was thinking wildly, the carriage stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Luo opened the curtain of the car, but soon understood what happened——

Someone robbed.

Some people are blocking the way and robbing in the "land of profit giving" where the human race and the demon race do not control each other.

A giant python almost 30 to 40 feet long blocked the official road. On the giant python stood a cold-faced young man holding a sign in his hand, and saw that the sign read "Ten taels for crossing the road, counted according to the head. Just make snacks."

The giant python swallowed snake letters, and exuded a huge Monster Qi from its body.

It is rare for a person who can honestly pass the official path to be a Confucian-level figure. At this time, seeing that the big snake blocking the way is not expensive, they queue up to pay.

"No one cares?" Chen Luo said casually, and what seemed to be a shopkeeper of a caravan beside him laughed, "Little brother, it's the first time you come to Nanhuang."

"This kind of thing is normal. Do you expect the Great Saint of the Yaozu to dispatch a trip for ten taels of silver?"

"Occasionally, there are just a few unlucky ones. If you don't open your eyes, you happen to meet them, otherwise there will be no problem. Sigh, the monster race is no more messy than our human race."

"It's only twelve or one person, bear with it."

At this time, Mastiff Lingling had a strange look on his face, and said to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, that big snake is an illusion!"

At this moment, the boy who had been indifferent all the time suddenly looked back at Chen Luo. Almost at the same time, Chen Luo frowned, and he felt a crisis coming. One pair of eyes is opposite to own's line of sight, but there are nine pairs. And Chen Luo's spirit, the flowers and birds in the forest, became restless again.

"Devilish Qi?" When Chen Luo was in a daze, crystal saliva dripped from the corner of the cold-faced boy's mouth.

"Old Mastiff!" Chen Luo was about to order Mastiff Lingling to subdue the young man, but the young man seemed to sense it, glanced at Mastiff Lingling again, and patted the snake's head. The big snake raised its tongue, and instantly swung the boy up, and then the big snake opened its mouth, and the boy fell directly into the snake's belly. Before everyone could cry out in surprise, following the big snake, it seemed to turn into a huge water vapor bubble , exploded with a "bang", and dissipated in the eyes of everyone. The sign that said Guolu 12 fell to the ground.

All this happened almost instantly, Mastiff Lingling frowned: "What a brilliant way to escape Talent, I can't find any traces. Lord Marquis, that kid is not simple."

Chen Luo nodded slightly. He saw that the teenager was disappearing into Setsuna, and his lips struggled to move a mouth shape, as if he said a word to him, and that sentence was——

It smells so good!