I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

I only heard the drum beat lightly, the bamboo boards sounded crisply, and a corner of the curtain above the balcony was lifted. A crisp voice is like a green oriole, gentle and clear, as if drinking a sip of iced drink in summer, it makes people feel refreshed, it seems that all the troubles and sorrows in the heart are hooked out by this voice, and thrown to the sky in an instant .

The curtain was raised for the second time, and a beautiful woman came out slowly with a musical instrument that looked like Pipa in her arms. The visitor was dressed in a lavender dress, with a graceful figure, but he exuded a bookish air while walking, which made people feel peaceful. Discussing the five sense organs separately, they are not amazing, but when they are put together, they are perfect as if carefully calculated by the heavens.

As if sensing Chen Luo's gaze, she raised her head slightly, looked at the private room on the second floor, met Chen Luo's eyes, smiled slightly, and then turned her gaze away. But with this Setsuna, Chen Luo seemed to see Jiangnan in her previous life in her eyes.

Her whole body is Jiangnan!

The beautiful, bright, beautiful Jiangnan.

"A river of smoke and water illuminates the clear haze, and people on both sides of the river connect with painted eaves."

"A period of autumn light in the lotus bushes."

"Watching the gull dance again and again, the wind rolls the incense and the bead curtain is ten miles away."

"Painting boats arrive in the sky, and wine flags are blowing in the wind."

"Love kills Jiangnan!"

Really picturesque.

Chen Luo smiled lightly, no matter what, beauties are always pleasing to the eye, and I am in a much happier mood.

...

At the same time, in the hall of Linglong Building, everyone was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of applause like a howling wind.

Luo Huanu gave a slight blessing, but did not answer, she sat quietly on the chair, her jade hand plucked on the string, and a sound of silk and bamboo like the rippling of spring water rang out. The applause gradually died down.

At this moment, at the table of Fuci Society, a Confucian scholar came back to his senses, pulled Qian Erkang who was staring at Luo Hongnu with his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qian, Luo Ni wants Let's start singing!"

Qian Erkang also came to his senses at this time, looked at Luo Hongnu who was happy and angry on the observation platform, and then looked at the students from the Fuci Club around him, gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Luo... Girl, wait a minute!"

At this time, Qian Erkang used the Confucian technique "Sounds from the ground". Originally, he wanted to call Luo Ni, but temporarily retracted the word "Ni". Flowed from the nostrils.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a Confucian scholar with a righteous face, but he couldn't help laughing because of his nosebleeds. Only Han Sanniang, who was standing aside and observing, yelled "No!" in her heart, and hoped that the other party would die immediately.

...

"It's those little antiques from the Fuci Society." Liu Mengrui peeked out the probe, saw Qian Erkang, and spat, "Why are these flies buzzing around everywhere? They think the words are good and they write them themselves. I have to say that the lyrics and music are irrelevant. My father dare not say that!"

Cheng Diefei was also annoyed. This group of people couldn't write good lyrics, but they repeatedly criticized those good songs. It seems that their inability to write lyrics is polluted by the music, which is unreasonable, but there are some seniors in the Confucian school who support them, which makes them extremely arrogant.

"Can everyone Luo deal with them?" Cheng Diefei clenched his fists.

Liu Mengrui snorted coldly: "Look again, if we really can't do it, let's sneak attack them and run away after beating them."

Cheng Diefei: "Is this appropriate?"

Liu Mengrui raised her chest and raised her head: "What are you afraid of, isn't my father here?"

...

At this time, everyone in the hall also recognized them, and they were all unhappy. I ran here to have fun and spend some money, why did I run into this group of people? It's just that there is no way, the opponents are all Confucian scholars who have entered the practice, and there are experts behind them. They are under the banner of a literary battle, and it is really difficult for these high-ranking guests to intervene. They can only glare from the sidelines to express their inner dissatisfaction.

Luo Hongnu glanced at Qian Erkang who was still suffering from nosebleeds, and asked calmly: "This nosebleed man, what's the matter? My family can only sing, not heal!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience burst into laughter. Qian Erkang's face turned red, and he quickly blocked the nosebleed with his awe-inspiring righteousness, wiped it casually with his sleeve, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't interrupt. Today I came to the Fu Ci Club to ask everyone Luo, What is the song you sang today?"

"What do you think?"

Qian Erkang hesitated, and then said: "Let's talk about other things! Luo, everyone, today's literary style is declining, and folk songs are one of the culprits. Don't you hear that the music of silk and bamboo can linger for three days, but the folk songs of the country make this The majestic place has been turned into a place for abalones, the stink is unbearable! I advise you, it’s the right way to study elegant lyrics. You don’t need to sing those vulgar songs anymore.”

Luo Hongnu's complexion didn't change at all, but she just said another sentence——

"roll!"

"You!" Qian Erkang's face flushed instantly, and other people from the Fuci Society also stood up one after another when they saw Qian Erkang being humiliated, and their whole body was full of righteousness.

At this moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from the private room on the second floor.

"Hey... everyone, don't fight anymore."

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Liu Jingzhuang leaning against the bed in the private room on the second floor, with a helpless expression on his face: "All of you students, if you want to besiege a woman from Master Luo again, do you want to spread her literary name? Let's go first." ..."

When Qian Erkang saw Liu Jingzhuang, he looked happy instead, and said: "It's just right that Liu Daru is here. Mr.'s words have been handed down through the ages, and students have admired them for a long time. Please, sir, re-establish the majesty of my Ci circle and break the road of vulgar songs. "

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "This old man doesn't have that ability. This vulgar song can be spread, so it is natural that some people like it. This old man thinks..."

But Qian Erkang bowed again, interrupted Liu Jingzhuang's words, and said, "Sir, you are a master of Ci, and you should take it as your duty to set things right. The students represent tens of thousands of Confucian scholars. I invite Liu Daru to uphold justice in the literary world."

Liu Jingzhuang frowned slightly, and was about to speak when suddenly a sneer came from behind Liu Jingzhuang.

"You're so fucking embarrassing. Do you think you're Wenxiang? You represent thousands of Confucian scholars?"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Luo turned around from behind Liu Jingzhuang and looked coldly at Qian Erkang below. Originally, Chen Luo hadn't planned to show up, but he couldn't hold back his anger just after listening to it.

Why is there such a universe creature in every world, every day thinking that he can represent the whole world.

"Tell me the name of the person you represent, and I'll count if there are tens of millions!"

A trace of anger flashed across Qian Erkang's face, but thinking of being able to talk and laugh with Liu Jingzhuang in a private room, he must be rich or expensive. Immediately suppressed his anger, and asked: "The people in the lower class are students of Qingbo Academy and members of Fuci Club. I don't know which college you are Brother Wen from?"

Chen Luo rubbed his chin, did not answer the other party, but asked in confusion: "Qingbo Academy? I haven't heard of it!"

At this time, a deliberately changed voice suddenly came from another room: "A third-rate academy with no reputation!"

The whole room burst into laughter, and even Luo Hongnu on the stage couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.

Liu Jingzhuang focused slightly, why did the voice that changed just now sound a little familiar?

The faces of Qian Erkang and other students were flushed, and Qian Erkang gritted his teeth and asked again: "There is a saying in the inscription of the humble room. If the mountain is not high, it will be named if there are immortals. How can you laugh at people because of the level of the college. This young man, You haven't returned to me yet? Which academy are you a student from!"

Chen Luo shrugged: "I'm not a student..."

As soon as this remark came out, Qian Erkang and the others showed joy, but the other guests had some regrets on their faces. Looking at Chen Luo's age, if he is not a college student, he must have poor talent or no talent at all, at most he is a playboy, but he is indeed not qualified to laugh at Qian Erkang and others.

"Since he's not a college student, this young master shouldn't care about my literary affairs..." Qian Erkang said in a contemptuous tone.

"Who said you have to be a student?" Chen Luo looked sincere, "Isn't it okay to be a professor?"

Qian Erkang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed again: "Sir, don't be joking, I have never heard of any academy that has such young..."

But before Qian Erkang finished speaking, Chen Luo took out a jade badge from his pocket, glanced at it, and said, "This is my professor's badge from Zheliu Academy!"

After finishing speaking, he put the jade card aside and took out another jade card from his pocket: "This is from Hongxiu Academy..."

"This is from Spring Breeze Academy..."

"This is from Bixiao Academy..."

"Yuntai Academy's..."

"The one from Xuemei Academy..."

"The one from Haoyue Academy..."

"Honghu Academy's..."

The eight identity plates lined up are the five first-rate academies in Zhongjing and the other three top second-rate academies among the eight academies of Daxuan.

Yesterday, Kong Tianfang came to urge him to update, and he stuffed all these nameplates into himself, and it's not good if he doesn't accept it. Chen Luo also forgot to change his clothes, so he took all of them with him. Didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The audience was speechless, and even Luo Hongnu, who had been as calm as water, raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Luo again, with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. No one doubted the authenticity of those nameplates, after all Liu Jingzhuang was standing by his side. If he lied about his identity and took out a fake nameplate, but Liu Jingzhuang didn't stop him, then Liu Jingzhuang wouldn't be able to survive in the literary world.

Qian Erkang swallowed, never heard that there is such a number one person in the capital? But the facts are in front of me, and I have to believe it. At this time, I have to retreat and bow to the end: "Student to have Eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai, I have seen Mr. The student was arrogant before, and I confessed to Mr. Tai. But we wait This trip is just to ban music. After all, music is intolerable and humiliating..."

"Fart!" Chen Luo interrupted Qian Erkang, "Who said music must be vulgar?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was silent, but Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo again, but his eyes did not move away...