Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 112

[Chapter 112 This is, Martial Arts!]

“Please ask Wan Amber to clarify!”

Hearing this shout, Chen Luo frowned slightly.

According to Song Tuizhi and Yan Baichuan’s discussion, they will spread their “star-absorbing Dafa” in the Confucian circle afterwards, and even let themselves practice it again, and then the Confucians will pass it on to Wenzong or the semi-sage. Let Chen Luo avoid the suspicion from the Confucian masters, and solve the troubles caused by Chen Luo’s shocking poetry.

As for the common people, it is said that Chen Luo was originally a Confucian scholar, but he just kept hiding it.

When they thought about it, at the moment of Yaozu, no one would openly ask such a thing. After all, the people who can be present are either great Confucian scholars or famous people, or high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The basic general trend is better understood, and they will not be so stupid.

But if it’s not stupid, it’s broken!

Chen Luo looked at the source of the voice, and saw that although an official wanted to hide in the crowd, his colleagues around him took the initiative to keep a distance from him, making him very conspicuous.

“Yo, I’m an old acquaintance.” When Chen Luo saw the other party, his heart moved.

This person is none other than Lu Dazhi, the head of the Ministry of Rites who first questioned that he was not qualified to be recognized by Wen Xin in the court.

Wei Yan told himself that this Lu Dazhi had some relationship with the Fang family of Mozhou.

Speaking of which, the Wen Xin was originally coveted by the Fang family, and I only knew that my master and the Fang family had a deadly feud.

With such a connection, it would make sense for Lu Dazhi to have a difficult time getting started. It’s just that he didn’t know whether it was his own intention to please Fang Shi, or Fang Shi conveyed the meaning to him.

Now that everyone is watching, Chen Luo certainly can’t casually say that he was originally a Confucian scholar. It’s not that someone dared to take out classics on the spot to test his talent for comprehensive reading, but because there were so many great scholars on the scene, and there were so many great scholars watching through the magic circle outside, they knew at a glance whether they were Confucian scholars or not!

“Do you want to make it public?” Chen Luo frowned.

…

At the same time, Wen Xiang’s complexion is not good-looking. He spotted Lu Dazhi immediately, and then turned his gaze to the Prime Minister beside him. Sensing Wen Xiang’s gaze, the Prime Minister opened his mouth lightly and said via voice transmission: “It’s not the old man’s intention. The last time Wan Bu Bu stood up for him in the court, he took advantage of the Fang family in advance. Today’s matter, and the Ministry of Rites, It has nothing to do with the main hall.”

“Fang Shi!” Wen Xiang said harshly. Suddenly, Wen Xiang felt something, his figure flickered, appeared in midair, and a figure appeared.

It was Song Tuizhi who had left before, leaving and returning.

“Tuizhi, killing Lu Dazhi now won’t help!” Wen Xiang saw through Song Tuizhi’s thoughts at a glance.

“I don’t want to make up for anything, I just want to beat him to death!” Song Tuizhi said coldly.

“Don’t be impulsive!” Wen Xiang stopped in front of Song Tuizhi, he knew that Song Tuizhi was really murderous.

What are the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove.

The Bamboo Forest Seven Slaughters are almost the same!

…

“Bastard!” The historian Daru scolded, “Things that don’t care about the situation.” He naturally saw that Chen Luo was not a Confucian scholar, but just now he gained righteousness through a strange way. This kind of thing, no matter from what point of view, is beneficial to Daxuan, after all, Daxuan has ten times or a hundred times the number of ordinary people compared to scholars. This should be a great secret.

How can you openly question in front of the Yaozu and the world!

What if they find a way to crack it?

Taking a step back, wouldn’t this push Chen Luo to the forefront without any foreshadowing?

“Quick, break the magic circle!” The historian said hurriedly.

“Sima Daru, it can’t be stopped! Lin Huang Lei still has martial arts, and it can’t end now. In order to show his determination to be upright, Lin Huang Lei’s magic circle is connected with luck. Lost half of the luck!”

“Is there no other way?”

“Unless Huo Xiang is reborn, it is fine to use the first-rank official technique of ‘confessing a deer into a horse’, or the second-rank official technique of ‘deception’, otherwise there is no way.”

“Hey, is that an official technique? That is a treacherous technique!” Sima Daru cursed, then looked nervously at Chen Luo on the stage.

Under the open and bright conditions, no one can forcibly stop Lu Dazhi from asking questions.

I can only look at Chen Luo’s own.

…

Chen Luo rubbed his brows.

Want to speak out?

Want to tell everyone in the world that the martial arts he wrote in the novel can be cultivated, does it exist?

It doesn’t matter to tell the great Confucianism, because the great Confucianism has gone a long way on Confucianism and Taoism, and it is impossible to go back to his way.

But the people of the world are different. More than 90% of ordinary people, like him, do not have the talent to read through.

So, speak up?

At this time, the entire Dongque was quiet, and even the entire Zhongjing City was quiet.

They were waiting for Chen Luo’s answer.

Suddenly, Chen Luo laughed.

He didn’t understand what he was thinking.

Since entering Beijing, he has been favored by almost everyone.

He knew that Ye Heng was also following “Swordsman”, but he never used imperial power to let him break the serialization rules…

Ye Dafu, the heir of King Jing, regarded him as his brother, and Ji Zhong, a Confucian genius, regarded him as his master.

The head of the eight major academies in Zhongjing joked that he was giving favors and responding to requests, but he actually regarded himself as being close to the younger generation.

There are also Liu Jingzhuang, Nanyuan Xi, Luo Hongnu, Cheng Diefei…

and those ordinary people who call themselves “the shame of a literati” every day, but whoever says that they are not good can throw their tables and scold them…

he How can He De be so favored? What did he do for them?

Didn’t he just copy a few articles from his predecessor’s memory and write a novel?

But what is it for?

From the beginning to the end, it is for myself, to let them study and help myself gain more mortal energy.

Did I really do anything for them?

Also, when I opened the fourth road to heaven, the master who had never met did not know how much pressure I had to resist for myself.

He hadn’t heard Song Tuizhi say it, but he wasn’t stupid.

He was able to stay safely in the capital because there was a mountain blocking all coveted eyes.

There are four brothers.

A great Confucian with a righteous mind, who is on an equal footing with Daxuan Sixiang, unexpectedly became his own nanny.

There is also the senior brother who “picked up” the Mangu Pill on the Manyuan when he heard that he was in need.

The mysterious and powerful Second Senior Sister…

How can I get their protection?

Just a few poems, a few articles?

Chen Luo understood that it was because of the path she was going to take!

The fourth way of heaven where everyone is like a dragon!

On the way here, he heard from Wei Yan that Wenchang Pavilion planned to give up the martial arts competition.

Because even Confucian scholars are weak in one-on-one situations, no matter whether they are against monsters or barbarians.

Not to mention ordinary people!

On the northern defense line where Han Qingzhu went, the way for ordinary people to deal with the barbarians was to consume them, using their lives to consume them.

The opponent has no physical strength.

Often dozens of ordinary people can kill a barbarian warrior.

But there is no other way. Compared with the barbarians, everyone is a soldier, and the human race has too few scholars!

Chen Luo suddenly felt the violent beating of his heart. It was not his heart, but the Wenxin that had integrated into his body.

The corners of Chen Luo’s mouth gradually raised, and his laughter became more and more carefree.

Throw me a peach, and give me nectar.

This Daxuan is very good.

No matter which body you are in, no matter which world you are in.

I am a human race!

What else are you hiding? What are you hiding?

What else is there to be careful about?

I am the pioneer, so naturally someone will support me!

Chen Luo raised his head and glanced at Ye Dafu on the high platform, and then looked up at the emperor Ye Heng.

He glanced over the group of worried Confucian scholars, and then at Wen Xiang and Song Tuizhi in the air.

“Fourth senior brother, I’ve made up my mind!”

Song Tuizhi seemed to understand what Chen Luo was thinking, and nodded, “Master once said something to each of his disciples, and I’m telling you now.”

“The bamboo forest can protect you for a while, but also I can protect you for the rest of my life.”

“My name is Yu Wuji, and my disciple wants to be free from taboos!”

Chen Luo nodded, with a wider smile on his face, he turned to look at Lu Dazhi.

“Do you want to know why I have mastered the awe-inspiring righteousness?”

“Listen, this is the star-attracting method of “Swordsman”!”

Chen Luo then raised his head, facing the upright and bright circle, and said—

“Yes Yes, it’s the great method of absorbing stars. The abilities in my stories all exist, and the abilities in the stories can all be comprehended!”

“My stories will also make you generate ‘qi’ and let you practice!”

” I will write one by one.”

“Go, read my book!”

“This is the fourth path of human cultivation after Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism—”

“This is martial arts!”

No strength left, not a drop. .

I beg everyone to recommend flying, flying monthly tickets.

(end of this chapter)