I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Good! Good! Good!"

In the Fang family's ancestral house, Fang Huaji's voice of surprise almost subconsciously used the tongue-twisting spring thunder.

"Okay! That's great!" Fang Huaji walked up and down the clan hall excitedly holding the manuscript of the first chapter of "Legend of the White Snake".

"This Bai Ze really lived up to our high expectations!" Fang Huaji waved the manuscript in his hand, "Long story! This is a long story!"

"Aside from Martial Dao, why is Chen Luo's literary name so prosperous?"

"Is he good at poetry? Or is he good at short stories?"

"neither!"

"It was he who wrote the magnificent novel!"

"The Daoist Tao Te Ching has only five thousand words; the four books and five classics of the Confucian classics are only 170,000 words in total, but Chen Luo's random novel is five to six hundred thousand words, or even a hundred. Million words!"

"Although we speak small words, but most of the people in this world are foolish men and women, how can they understand those truths!"

"They like this kind of long articles that can be listened to every day, every month, with ups and downs!"

Fang Huaji's face was flushed with excitement, he sat down, looked at the crowd of Fang family elders, and said with a smile: "At first, I still had some reservations about this Bai Ze!"

"Originally, the old man thought that when his short stories from Liaozhai reached a certain length, he would publish them again in a collection!"

"Unexpectedly, this Bai Ze actually wrote a long story, and it is also a story about the snake demon in response to the Lin'an West Lake incident!"

"Those who say that only Marquis Wu can write millions of novels can be put to rest!"

"Let me out now, a long book, I, Fang Jia Keqing, Yaozu Bai Ze, can write the same thing!"

"I want to see how Chen Luo responds!"

At this time, a great Confucian frowned slightly and said, "Patriarch, is it too early to say something now?"

"What if Bai Ze loses his strength and can't continue writing? It doesn't matter if he loses face when the time comes, but our Fang family will be ridiculed with him!"

At this moment, Fang Huaji hadn't spoken yet, another great Confucian of the Fang family said, "Uncle Thirteen, a few days ago, Chen Luo published a new article."

"Short story style similar to Liaozhai, but the story is more bizarre and involves the underworld."

"It's called "Lu Juan"!"

"It is said that men who read this article will become more intelligent, and women will become more beautiful!"

"Only our family can't feel it!"

"Right now, Confucianism and Taoism are arguing endlessly because of whether the 'Lu Pan' in the story belongs to Confucianism or Taoism!"

"Chen Luo's literary fame is at its peak again!"

"The old man thinks that the Patriarch's decision is very wise. No matter whether Bai Ze can write "Legend of the White Snake" into a long story, at this time, Chen Luo must not be allowed to dominate!"

As soon as these words came out, nearly half of the Confucian scholars in the field nodded slightly.

Now the Fang family is almost obsessed with Chen Luo, that is, they cannot see Chen Luo achieving any success.

Moreover, they are not without the ability to fight back!

They have Bai Ze!

As the first force to form an alliance with Bai Ze and introduce Bai Ze's writings into Daxuan, the more successful Fangcunshan Bai Ze is, the more successful their Fang family will be!

After all, there is Bole in the world, and then there is Thousand Li Horse, Thousand Li Horse often exists, but Bole does not often exist!

His Fang's family is Bai Mo's Bole!

"Cough, cough, cough..." A fat scholar sitting in the front suddenly coughed twice, and said to Fang Huaji, "Patriarch, just in time, the old man also has something to inform you."

Fang Huaji glanced at the other party, his face became serious. This great Confucian named Fang Zhilin was a generation older than himself, and he was a character who came out of the Fang family's secret realm. Normally, he would just sit quietly during clan meetings and would not speak.

"Uncle Fifteen, please tell me." Fang Huaji said respectfully.

Fang Zhilin nodded, and said, "Our Fang family has sent back information from the Yaozu's eyeliner that the Southern Wilderness Toad Palace has appeared!"

"Toad Palace is here!" As soon as these words came out, the entire clan council hall immediately became commotion.

Fang Huaji was also taken aback for a moment, then his tongue burst into spring thunder and said: "Quiet!"

The great Confucian scholars calmed down, and looked at Fang Zhilin again, Fang Zhilin continued: "Whenever the Toad Palace appears, the Southern Wilderness will inevitably usher in a blood tide!"

"What kind of bloodline tide will be this time remains to be seen! But the queen of the Tiger Clan is about to become an ancestor, and this time the bloodline tide is likely to be aimed at her. If this is the case, it will be an ancestor demon level that is rare in hundreds of years The bloodline tide, then our Fang family can't miss it!"

"Han Changli of the former dynasty took advantage of Nanhuang's blood tide to become a saint, seized the luck of Nanhuang, and walked out of the Saint's road of 'Words to Convey Tao'."

"Our Fang family also has a top Confucianist. If we can take this opportunity to become a saint, our Fang family will be more confident!"

"But the most important thing..." Fang Zhilin changed the subject, "Even if our Fang family can't grab the opportunity, we can't let Zhulin grab it!"

"The chief disciple of the bamboo forest, Lang Feixian, was in the Seeking Realm in his early years. Although he was injured in Mantian and was repelled from the Realm, it is hard to guarantee that he has recovered now. If he is allowed to take this opportunity to become a saint..."

As soon as this remark came out, all the great scholars of the Fang family fought a cold war.

The Blood Slaughter Great Confucian Lang Feixian is a fierce god who can leapfrog the ranks and kill the enemy. If he can be made a saint, wouldn't he be the second bamboo saint?

The key is that this guy is not afraid of death!

The more you fight to the death, the happier you are!

If he is allowed to seize the luck of the monster clan and become a saint, he may be a half-sage for the first time, and his combat power will not be weaker than that of a bamboo saint!

One Bamboo Sage can hit three with one, and another one?

All the great Confucians of the Fang family fought a cold war.

Can't think about it! OK!

"It's not that easy to snatch the tidal luck..." A great scholar said calmly, "Let's not talk about the monster race, even if it is my human race, there must be no fewer families who get the news, and there are many suitable peak masters. few……"

"If you are prepared, you will be safe!" Fang Zhilin's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, "Bai Ze came into being. The Fang Cunshan white ink stirred up the original luck of the Southern Wilderness with its strange writing, just like a catfish entering a river. This is me. An opportunity for the Fang family to fish in troubled waters!"

"In my opinion, this white ink is the best entry point for this bloodline tide, and it's a surprise!"

"I agree with the Patriarch's opinion. Let the wind spread this morning to promote "The Legend of the White Snake". If he can write this article with white ink, our Fang family will guarantee his fame in the human race! If he can't write it, then our Fang family will also be dragged down by his white ink. Bai Mo can't be ungrateful!"

"In addition, the old man also proposed to use this "Legend of the White Snake" to propose to the imperial court to ennoble Bai Mo!"

"It's best to be a Marquis!"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, and then fell into deep thought.

Fang Huaji thought for a while and said, "It's not uncommon for the imperial court to confer a title on the demon clan. It's not difficult. It's just Uncle Fifteen, what do we want?"

Fang Huaji's question was very simple, whether he wanted a false title or a real one!

False title, it's easy to handle, Bai Mo's articles are already remarkable, and they advocate the unity of the two races, if Fang's family submits a letter asking for the title, the imperial court will still give this Face.

But if it is sealed, it is a bit difficult.

Sealed... where? Are the residents of the fief willing? Besides, if you seal an inland city to Bai Mo, will Bai Mo be happy?

Fang Zhilin smiled faintly: "Of course it's a real seal. Does a false title have any attraction to Bai Mo today? How can it show the sincerity of my Fang family!"

"Lin'an City in "The Legend of the White Snake" is the frontier of Daxuan, so naturally it cannot be divided, but what if we seek the Lord of the West Lake?"

"Since he used the 'West Lake' as the scenery in the article, he must love the West Lake, which is exactly what he likes."

Fang Huaji thought for a while: "A lake is really suitable. The monster race's Jingze, the human race's West Lake, and his white ink sitting on the two lakes is also a good story. But this lake has always been prosperous in poetry, and it is a place of literary prosperity. I am afraid that Wenchang Pavilion will not agree!"

"Then change it with him!" Fang Zhilin said, "The old man has already thought about it. Wenchang Pavilion planned to incorporate Dongcang opera into the official school system before, didn't we stop it?"

"This matter can't be stopped for long, at most three to five years."

"Then simply do Yan Baichuan a favor and ask him to row out of the West Lake!"

All the great scholars couldn't help but nodded when they heard the words.

Although it is a bit uncomfortable to popularize opera, it just gave up an interception that was doomed to fail, and did not pay any real price.

What's more, even if Bai Mo accepted the canonization, would he really leave Nanhuang and come to the territory of the human race?

Besides entrusting their Fang family to take charge of this West Lake, who else can they find?

That is the West Lake, the West Lake where "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun", and the West Lake is "the water is shimmering and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy".

In the end, it still fell into the hands of his Fang family!

An old house where a treasure!

This time, the Fang family wants to earn blood!

"Come here, immediately transcribe the "Legend of the White Snake", people stop writing non-stop, I want this article to spread throughout Daxuan tomorrow!" Fang Huaji ordered immediately!

That night, one of the few big families in the human race was mobilized, and the lights of the entire Fangcheng never stopped.

Sheets of "Fang Bai United News" exuding the fragrance of ink flowed out from Fang's house and were sent to various places in Daxuan!

For Bai Mo's literary name, the Fang family did their best!

...

It was still daylight.

"The little newsboy who sells newspapers carries a big schoolbag, gets up early in the morning to sell newspapers, and walks all over the streets and alleys..." The clear and clear voice of a child resounded on the streets of Zhongjing.

"Hey... This is the Fang family's newsboy team coming out." Some diners said with a smile.

The Fang family invited everyone to imitate Chen Luo's song about selling newspapers, and it sounds innocent. In fact, no matter how Chen Luo and the Fang family fought, it was always a good thing to give these children an extra family allowance. The scholars are also very friendly to these newsboys.

"Little guy, come here..." Xu Laoqi put down the mistake in his hands, took out some broken silver, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile, "Is it Mr. Bai from the Yaozu who published a new article?"

"Yeah!" The little newsboy replied according to what his teacher taught him, "Mr. Bai wrote an article called "Legend of the White Snake", which is about the snake demon!"

After thinking about it, the little newsboy added: "It's so exciting!"

"Pfft..." All the diners spit out the tea in their mouths.

Xu Laoqi wanted to tease the little newsboy, so he asked, "What kind of stimulation is it?"

The little newspaper boy rolled his eyes at the other party, and even spoke the dialect of his hometown: "I don't know how to speak? I can't read all the words..."

Immediately there was laughter in the tea shop, and Xu Laoqi even took out some broken silver and threw it at a small newspaper boy, saying: "Study hard, the newspaper seller can't read all the characters, I'm afraid he is a melon!"

The little newsboy took the money, put a newspaper on the tea stand, bowed to Xu Laoqi to express his thanks, and then ran a few steps before turning around and shouting: "I'm not Guawazi!"

"I told you the content, you won't buy it..."

"Hahahaha..." There was another burst of laughter in the restaurant.

After Xu Laoqi finished laughing, he rolled up the newspaper and stuffed it into his arms. The diner next to him asked curiously, "Dear Yin Luo, don't you read this newspaper?"

"Don't look, don't look!" Xu Laoqi waved his hand, "Didn't you hear that little clever ghost say it's always exciting?"

"For this kind of article, it's best to go to the Xingzao Teahouse and listen to the master's words for the first time. After listening to it, go back and read it slowly..."

"What Xiongtai said is very true!" Another diner who led the table continued, "The goblins in Mr. Bai's works must be tasted after hearing what Mr. Shu said. If you read it yourself, you can't think well enough. what……"

"It's always been a Fox Demon before, but this time it's actually a snake demon. That must be very exciting..."

"I don't know what kind of life Mr. Bai lived in Nanhuang?"

As soon as the words fell, laughter suddenly sounded for the third time in the teahouse, but the charm in this laughter... everyone understands it!

...

The largest Xingzao teahouse in Zhongjing is now buzzing with people.

The content of today's storytelling is written in a conspicuous place.

"Peak Great Saint: The story I have to tell the human scholar!"

. "Fate: The little snake I saved turned out to be a beautiful girl!"

"Movingly touching: a kindness that spans thousands of years!"

"A piece of writing shocks the southern wilderness, and a hyperbolic breaks people's hearts!"

"The Legend of the White Snake will show you the charm of the snake monster!"

The provocative and provocative slogans made the people waiting outside the teahouse very curious, just waiting for the moment when the teahouse opens!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Bai is fighting against Wuhou!"

"Isn't it? How long has it been since "Lu Juan" came out? Mr. Bai has started writing "The Legend of the White Snake", but to be honest, I was really scared by "Lu Juan". What is it?"

"It goes without saying that Mr. Bai's style has always been charming and bold, with boundless spring scenery, full of Southern Wilderness..."

"Fox Demon has already been written very well, and I don't know what this snake demon can write! I really... look forward to it!"

"Although as a human race, I am the Marquis of Wu; but Mr. Bai's article is really good, and it provides a lot of detailed research for us to study the monster race!"

"Exactly! Besides, judging from the style of the article, Mr. Bai is also from the family. It's just a pity that he chose to cooperate with the Fang family!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Isn't the Fang family a human race? Let me tell you, the Fang family has done the right thing this time by vigorously promoting Mr. Bai's article!"

"Stop arguing, you two. It's our turn to judge these matters. However, Mr. Bai is better than Marquis Wu in at least one thing, and that is that he keeps breaking the law!"

"Yes, yes, you must learn from Mr. Bai about the shame of a literati, and be clean at the end. Don't leave a tail, which will make people's thoughts difficult to understand."

At this moment, the door of Xingzao Teahouse opened suddenly, and the two waiters walked out of the teahouse, holding one hand behind their ears, exhaled enough energy, and shouted loudly: "Wake up—Zao——"

At the same time, the guests who had already been waiting outside filed in one after another, pouring into the Xingzao Teahouse.

...

"Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, cultivated this body for thousands of years in the cave..."

Inside Zheliu Academy, Kong Tianfang sang softly while beating the beat while looking at the newspaper in his hand.

Tian Haiyi, who was at the side, frowned: "Head of the hospital, why are you still singing?"

"Hey, this white ink is interesting. Look...he marked all the music on the article." Kong Tianfang handed the newspaper to Tian Haiyi, Tian Haiyi glanced at it, and said in surprise: "Sure enough! "

"It's more than that..." Kong Tianfang pinched his beard, "This article is different from his previous articles."

"The monster race is weak, but the human race is booming. A monster pays attention to the concept of 'rewarding virtue with kindness'. This imagination is simply a Heavenly Horse flying in the sky, unique!"

"It seems to be a story about a married couple, but this writing is clearly about the couple's life after marriage, instead of the previous articles that usually end after getting married!"

"You and I both understand that it is easy to write about meeting and falling in love, but it is difficult to say that knowing each other and staying together..."

"The demon who fell into the world of mortals is also the world of mortals."

"Chen Luo really met his match this time!"

Tian Haiyi frowned subconsciously, just looked down, but at the end, Tian Haiyi suddenly slapped the table: "Bastard!"

Kong Tianfang was shocked, and quickly asked: "What's the matter? I haven't looked at the back, is there any remarks against my human race!"

"You read it for yourself!" Tian Haiyi handed the newspaper to Kong Tianfang, Kong Tianfang immediately glanced at the ten lines and fell to the end, and immediately raised his eyebrows and burst into anger!

"Not a son of man!"

"The old man thought that Bai Mo was Chen Luo's enemy, but he turned out to be the same dog!"

"Shame of the literati!"

...

On the other side, Wake Up Tea House.

Everyone looked at the delicate woman standing next to Mr. Storyteller with doubts on their faces.

It looks good, but what are you doing on stage?

When the eye-catching photo was taken, everyone understood the woman's role.

It was actually sung live!

This damn sense of ritual!

This is a new life!

"West Lake is beautiful, God in March; spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke."

"It's fate to meet thousands of miles away, but it's hard to hold hands if you don't have the fate. After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together..."

As the classic singing sounded, the audience present closed their eyes one by one, as if they had come to the misty West Lake together and stood on the swaying black-covered boat.

As if in the boat, a dainty young lady was smiling shyly at her, and a witty and eccentric maid looked at her angrily and scolded herself not to look any more...

This spring rain moved the heart of the young man; this black-covered boat carried the splendid spring sorrow.

If this rain will not stop, if this ship will not dock, then no one will get off the ship.

There is no brilliant technique or supernatural power, and there is no treacherous conspiracy. It's just a simple two people, a picturesque first meeting.

The story quickly turned around. The naughty Xiaoqing faced Xu Xian who came to visit Bai Suzhen, and teased that Bai Suzhen had already betrothed to her, and rushed Xu Xian away.

At this time, the clear sky thundered, and the pouring rain fell again.

The hearts of the audience hung above the dark cloud, urging Bai Suzhen to clarify the misunderstanding quickly. . Suddenly, a voice came mercilessly.

"Snapped!"

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Audience: (??｀??Д????)!!

A mouthful of old blood clogged his chest!

what's the situation?

This... this familiar feeling?

The unexplained fragmented power is back?

White ink? Also out of context?

A super double of Shame of the Literati?

Everyone looked back and forth at each other for a while, and then looked up to the stage, only to see that the storyteller disappeared "proficiently", leaving only the beautiful woman on the stage looking at a loss.

Confirmed, it's broken chapters!

The first round ends here!

Gan!

For a moment, everyone thought of the horror ruled by the "next time decomposition" before!

"Damn!"

"Grass!"

"day!"

In an instant, a classic sentence was blurted out, and the battle sound that once resounded through the Xingzao Teahouse returned again——

"Bring me my forty-foot sword!"

"The old man knows how the Yaozu can write articles! It is a shame for literati to write!"

"Hate me to death! Why did you stop here!"

"Bai Mo, don't learn if you're good, how can you learn this stuff! He-tui!"

"Send all the blades to the Fang family!"

"Yes, yes, send the blade to the Fang family!"

...

Lingzhou, Bamboo Forest.

The evening wind blows gently.

Lang Feixian yawned and looked at the fishing rod in his hand with some boredom.

The teacher and junior sister have all gone to heaven, and I have to guard the bamboo forest.

so boring!

It has been thirty-two days and five hours, three quarters and three minutes without waves...

I really want to go out and let myself go!

After all, as a flower, it always has to experience wind and rain to bloom. If you stay in the bamboo forest all the time, you will only become a flower in the greenhouse!

Will be the same as the third child, sissy!

It's only two days, and it shouldn't be a problem to go to the Nanhuang junior brother for a while, right?

"Big Brother, Big Brother..." Just as Lang Feixian was thinking, Lao Qi's voice came over.

Then, Fairy Langfei saw the own fish floating, pulled it hard, and a koi was caught out of the lotus pond.

"Seventh Junior Brother?"

The koi jumped on the ground: "Brother, I just received news from Yan Baichuan in Wenchang Pavilion."

Lang Feixian was stunned for a moment: "Let's put Lao Yan's information first, why did you get a koi?"

The koi replied: "This is the content of the second chapter of the third volume of the bamboo forest ecological defense plan, don't you remember, big brother? I have shown it to you!"

"Oh... I have an impression, I have an impression..." Lang Feixian replied perfunctorily, and quickly changed the subject, "What did Yan Baichuan say?"

The koi opened its mouth wide and said, "Yan Baichuan said that the Fang family is giving to junior brother, no, strictly speaking, they are giving Fang Cunshan Baimo a title, and they plan to seal it as 'Marquis of Pinghu' and seal it in Lin'an West Lake!"

"Take the West Lake as the center, extend the shore for twenty miles, and set it as a fiefdom."

Lang Feixian's expression was strange: "That's a land of literary luck, the Fang family is very good to my junior brother...Did Yan Baichuan agree?"

"No, the Fang family's condition is to agree to include the operas of the younger brother into the official school system, but Yan Baichuan still wants the Fang family to invest in Wenchang Pavilion to build 600 schools in Daxuan; Three promotions; one Jinxiu Mo of the Confucian level; and three Confucian scholars from the Fang family to serve in Wenchang Pavilion..."

"Heartbroken! Can the Fang family agree?" Lang Feixian cursed.

"The Fang family agreed!"

"Well done!" Lang Feixian blurted out!

"By the way, I have something..." Lang Feixian was about to tell "Kinkoi" about his plan for a two-day trip to the Southern Wilderness, but the Koi said first: "There is one more thing!"

"Yan Baichuan sent a message saying that the Southern Desolation Toad Palace has reappeared, and the bloodline tide is coming!"

"Let senior brother get ready, there may be unexpected benefits for junior brother in Nanhuang!"

Hearing this, Fairy Langfei said helplessly: "Old Qi, I have already left my way. Now my way is protecting the Martial Dao of my junior brother!"

"Only when my junior brother has traveled nine thousand miles, can I take that step!"

The koi jumped and nodded, "I know!"

"But other people don't know!"

"Let's play it safe, senior brother, you can completely disturb the sight! Don't forget, there is third senior brother..."

Hearing this, Lang Feixian nodded with a serious face.

This is a big deal!

As a smoke bomb? It sounds like a character set up to fly.

This suits me!

"So, during this period of time, big brother, you have to stay stable in the bamboo forest, so that the outside world can't figure out your cards!" Koi said.

Fairy Lang Fei's face froze, and the two-day trip to the Southern Wilderness will be ruined?

Not happy!

Immediately afterwards, Immortal Langfei looked at the koi on the ground meaningfully: "Old Qi, you can also go to the Southern Wilderness to fight for it?"

"Hey..." Koi let out a laugh, "Elder brother, you know me."

"There are too many people in this kind of thing, it's not stable!"

After finishing speaking, the koi turned into green smoke with a bang, and a piece of paper in the shape of a fish floated to the ground.

"Ah..." Lang Feixian sighed, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Nanhuang, "Blood tide..."

"Junior brother, I really envy you!"

"Wherever you go, great things will happen!"

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