Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 110
[Chapter 110 Zhongjing City, Exploded]
Chen Luo shouted, and Ji Zhong rushed up to the high jade platform in a flash.
“Xiao Ji, are you ready?” Chen Luo asked.
Xiao Ji sighed resignedly: “Come on!”
Chen Luo stretched out his hand, put his hand on Xiao Ji’s chest, and activated the star-absorbing method!
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“What is Wan Anbo doing?” Everyone in the Beifeng Building saw Chen Luo’s movements, and their faces were strange.
Suspicion flashed across Nanyuan Xi’s eyes: “This…could it be? No way…”
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Red Sleeve Academy.
“Diefei, is this Wan Anbo’s quirk? When you were with Wan Anbo, did he treat you like this?” Liu Mengrui suddenly moved closer to Cheng Diefei’s side.
Cheng Diefei looked at Chen Luo’s palm on Xiao Ji’s chest in the shadow, then looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui reproachfully: “Don’t talk nonsense, Big Brother Chen hasn’t even touched me!”
Liu Mengrui pouted : “That’s it! I overheard my father and my aunt saying that you can get bigger if you rub it more. I think you seem to have grown a little recently.”
“Bah, bah, you’re talking nonsense!” But his heart still moved, and he looked down again, “Really… Has it really grown?”
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“Wenxiang, Chen Luo is…” Ye Heng finally couldn’t hold back, and asked again road.
“Your Majesty, it will be ready soon.” Wen Xiang said with a smile.
Ye Heng:  ̄へ ̄
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“My lord, are you okay? I’m about to die.” Ji Zhong’s face paled a lot in an instant, and Chen Luo sensed the tolerance of the meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-absorbing method.
Ji Zhong staggered a step before barely standing still, Chen Luo curled his lips: “Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your cultivation, as soon as I inhale you, it’s no good, this is not good!”
Ji Zhong didn’t have the strength to answer, holding his last breath , carefully jumped off the edge of the platform.
“Uncle, what are you doing?” Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart was full of vigilance, worried that this was some kind of conspiracy.
Chen Luo stretched his body a bit: “Don’t be nervous, it’s just a little bit of righteousness.”
After speaking, Chen Luo exuded the righteousness in his body, and Chen Luo was enveloped by the blue light of righteousness for a moment.
Almost at the same time, exclamations resounded from the audience.
Zhou Zuofeng stood up suddenly in surprise, and Ye Heng subconsciously grabbed the handle of the seat, and Ye Qu beside him showed an unbelievable expression on his face.
Even Fa Xiang, who has always been as stable as Mount Tai, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.
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Beifeng Tower.
The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground sounded, but no one paid attention. Everyone stared at the man standing in the blue light in the phantom with bewilderment.
“What happened?”
“What did my eyes see?”
“What did Wan Anbo do just now to become a scholar?” “Could it be that Wan Anbo
has always been hiding something?”
After making different guesses, only Nan Yuanxi yelled in his heart—”The star- absorbing method
! This is the star-absorbing method! The martial arts in “Swordsman” does exist! It exists!”
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Bai Qingqing that For the first time, the face that had been wearing a decent smile changed color. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness, and panicked.
Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has researched some means to turn ordinary people into Confucian scholars?
Aren’t the billions of billions of people in the Great Xuan…
Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: “Wan… Wan Anbo?”
Chen Luo smiled lightly and said, “Master Qingqing, it’s my turn.” With
that said, Chen Luo walked towards the holy page of Spring and Autumn .
The eyes of the entire Zhongjing City were following Chen Luo’s movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted from the shock of Chen Luo’s sudden transformation into a Confucian scholar.
After all, Wen Lei is still in progress.
Ordinary people can’t think of so much, they only know that Wan Amber has righteousness.
Those thoughtful people also calmed down. Now that the matter of Wan Amber’s sudden acquisition of righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei can’t lose!
For a while, everyone’s focus fell on the literary competition.
Neither Wang Bugui nor Fang Xiujie left any ink on the holy page.
Tian Xiangwan wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation, but he couldn’t write three more, so he lost the pen.
I thought there was no hope, but I didn’t expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!
He wrote “Du Shiniang” and “Swordsman”;
he also wrote the first elegant song “Lovesickness Order”;
this time the competition may not lose!
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Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the brush, and the great righteousness in his body soaked into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the pen and paper in his hand seemed to be integrated with himself. As long as he wrote elegant words, the great righteousness would go smoothly Transport it with the pen holder.
“Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?” Bai Qingqing couldn’t help asking when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.
Chen Luo recovered.
“The four poems, there are no restrictions on the poems and songs, and they are related to time, at least handed down from
generation
to generation.”
Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions proposed by Bai Qingqing.
In the phantom, everyone only saw Chen Luo wearing a scholar’s robe, writing a pen and ink, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and muttering to himself.
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“Wan Anbo, I will give you my life!” Inside the Linglong Building, an oiran shouted in his heart, “Enough is enough, this is enough for writing any poems!
” Start writing!”
“Meng’er, lower your head for me, your bun is blocking my view of Wan’anbo!”
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In the small courtyard of Hongnu, Luo Hongnu looked at the phantom projected by the shadow stone, lightly With a light touch on the piano, a melody flowed from the strings.
“Girl, aren’t you nervous?” The little maid stared at Xu Ying, feeling her mouth dry.
“Why are you nervous? What poetry in this world can stump him!” Luo Hongnu said lightly, “I’m here, just play the piano to cheer him up!
” The song “Proud Jianghu” was played in the small courtyard!
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On the high jade platform, Chen Luo picked up the pen and wrote on the first holy page.
“The warm sun and the wind in the spring mountains,”
“The curtains of the pavilions and pavilions,” ” The willows and swings
in the courtyard. ” , “This is Spring Scenery. That’s right, he must have written all four of his poems in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It’s time and time. It’s wonderful to break the title like this! ” Sun and wind’, a wave of spring rushes towards the face, with distant mountains and green forests, bright and warm sun, and warm spring breeze. Reading it is like painting, which makes people feel at ease.” Another great Confucianist said.
“That’s right, the next sentence ‘Langan pavilions, curtains, willows and swings in courtyards’, from far to near, the corridors, pavilions, curtains, willows, swings, and small courtyards are independent of each other, but when connected, they are all full of spring. I feel like Seeing the rippling swings in the small courtyard, the young daughter uttered laughter.”
“The most wonderful should be the last two sentences, ‘The birds sing and the swallows dance, the small bridge flows red’, which turns people’s eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness A school of spring is brilliant.”
“This song describes spring in every sentence, and the calligraphy and calligraphy paint spring, just like ink landscapes, with a few strokes, it is beautiful and timeless!”
“Look, gentlemen, the holy page has responded!”
All the great scholars looked up . Looking at the holy page, I saw that every word of this song on the holy page of Spring and Autumn was shining brightly, and then on the side of the holy page, a picture of spring scenery slowly appeared, which was exactly the imagination depicted in the song.
“Hahaha…” The former historian laughed and said loudly, “Holy Page Yinghua! This is a vision that has aroused the resonance of the Spring and Autumn Holy Page, and it has exceeded the extent of the holy page. ”
The words of the great Confucian historian spread along the circle, and even in Dongque, cheers from all over Zhongjing could be vaguely heard.
Bai Qingqing’s face was a little ugly, she stared at Chen Luo, and said, “Wan Anbo, do you want to write a second song? It’s just that the rhythm must be unified.”
“Young Master Xie Qing reminded you.” Chen Luo nodded and left At the second holy page, I picked up the pen and put it
down—”Clouds collect rain, and waves add,”
“The building is tall and the water is cold and the melons are sweet,” ”
The green trees shade the painted eaves.
”
The fan is light.”
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“What a peaceful summer scene.” A great Confucian commented, “Let’s let the clouds catch the rain, the buildings are tall and the air is refreshing, and the trees are shaded. Behind the thin window screens, you can faintly see The young woman is dressed in gauze, holds an incense fan, and sleeps with her eyes closed.”
“Brother Wen’s words are absolutely true. It is obviously a scorching summer, but it is written by Wan Anbo to be quiet and quiet, and the reading is refreshing.”
“Look, look, the holy page is f*cking again! Haha, it’s a summer cool picture!”
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Bai Qingqing’s jade hands in her sleeves had already clenched her fists, and her fox tail was dangling dangerously behind her.
“Wan Anbo, continue to the third one?”
Chen Luo glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the third holy page, shook his head suddenly, walked away, and came to the fourth holy page.
Chen Luo’s actions made everyone puzzled.
Suddenly, a great Confucian slapped his thigh suddenly, and said, “Damn it, Wan Anbo was once forced to write a song about Autumn Thoughts by people from the
Fuci Club in Linglong Tower!” “I remember. Smokey old trees and jackdaws, under the shadow of a flying bird. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.”
“That’s right, if this song is placed here, it will be the same as the song of last autumn, and the intention is beyond the previous spring and summer two. Song!”
“Hateful, this song has been made before, not counting as a live work requested by Wen Lei, Wan Anbo will definitely not be able to produce a similar song in the short term. This… is all because of the bastards of the Fuci Society!”
“Qingliu, the old man remembers that you seem to be one of the people behind the Fuci society? The old man has been with you for several years, and he is blind. Today, the old man cuts off your righteousness with your robe!
” , Qingliu, the old man will cut off your robes too!”
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Leaving aside the turmoil under the arena, Chen Luo wrote on the fourth holy page–
“A drawing of the corner door,”
“Banting At dusk of the new moon,”
“Waterside in front of the mountain in the snow.”
“Thatched hut with bamboo fence.”
“Lonely village with light smoke and decaying grass.”
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“Everyone, look at this winter song. The cold moon, dusk, snow-capped mountains, waterfront, light smoke, withered grass, huts, lonely village… What a cold and mesmerizing image, and what a sad and hopeless loneliness it expresses. ”
Brother Wen’s analysis is good. The Qiaomen is silhouetted in the twilight, and the distant and mournful sound of horns lingers inside and outside the Qiaomen. At dusk and night, the moonlight only illuminates half of the courtyard. The snow on the mountain and the stream in front of the mountain How desolate it is to see a few wisps of green smoke rising from a bamboo fence hut.”
“I know, it must be because Wan Anbo knew that he couldn’t make an ‘autumn’ song in a short time, so his mentality suddenly became desolate.”
” Just look at him, from the joy of spring to the sweetness of summer, but directly transitioned to the loneliness of winter! What kind of ups and downs, don’t hurt your heart.”
“Yes, Wan Amber is only under twenty, my family That grandson is almost forty, and he is still useless. Hey, Wan Amber is still a child…”
“Forget it, if you lose this challenge, you will lose. Go back and give a password, don’t do it again in front of Wan Amber. Mention the matter of Linhuanglei, so as not to make this child sad!”
“Linhuanglei may not be mentioned, but the three songs of spring, summer and winter need to be widely praised. From now on, anyone who says that the songs are vulgar is an enemy of this old man.”
“The old man seconded the proposal!”
“The old man also seconded the proposal!”
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Hearing the discussions of the great scholars in the audience, Bai Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Luo again.
“Wan Anbo, is there any difficulty in this autumn song? It’s okay, this competition originally has ten places, if you admit defeat now, my Yaozu is willing to accept only eight places, how about it?”
Chen Luo looked at the competition with a strange expression. Looking at Bai Qingqing: “Are you kidding?”
“Do you know why I put Qiu last?”
“Because, it’s too fierce!”
Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and picked up the brush.
“I thought I wouldn’t write this song, but I can’t help it. I wrote the original song Qiu last time, so I can only rely on it to save the day!”
Chen Luo thought to himself.
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Under the stage, the Great Confucianism is watching the ceremony.
“Hey, this kid is going to be brave.”
“Stop it, don’t hurt your mind!”
“Young spirit, always unwilling to admit defeat!”
“This kid doesn’t seem to have a marriage yet? My great-granddaughter… …” ” Bah
! Old man, he is the closed disciple of the Bamboo Sage. If you marry him with your great-granddaughter, do you want the Bamboo Sage to call you grandpa ?
” , the hand holding the brush fell down. The ancestor of Qiusi, it is you who decides! ”Withered vines, old trees, dark crows,” ”Small bridges and flowing water, people,” ”Western winds and thin horses on ancient roads.” ”Sunset,” ”Heartbroken people are at the end of the world! ” blown into everyone’s heart. Immediately afterwards, following the projection of the magic circle, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing. A feeling of nostalgia for autumn pervaded in an instant. The entire Zhongjing City seemed to have been pressed on the mute button in an instant. But immediately afterwards, there was a commotion in Dongque Field, and the city of Zhongjing was full of excitement. It exploded! In order to force this out, a 4,000-word chapter is full of sincerity! You still say that I am a shame of a literati, that scholars are not moral! Don’t defile people’s innocence… Well, the fifth watch. Thank you for your support, please recommend, please ask for a monthly ticket!
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