Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 113

[Chapter 113]

The bustling Zhongjing City has never been so quiet.

This sudden news made everyone unbelievable.

Even those who were busy with their work and had no time to pay attention to Lin Huanglei could hear the voice from the phantom formation that can be seen everywhere.

The coolies unloaded their heavy loads, the street vendors stopped their hasty pace; the

merchants stopped shouting, and the craftsmen stopped their work;

a woman held a child in her arms, His eyes are full of hope;

a desolate man clenched his fists and his eyes are full of tears; he is

lying on the ground in the street, unaware of the boulder on his   chest

;

The fighting stopped, the old woman stopped nagging; the

breeze blew through the leaves, and the rustling sound became the only sound in Zhongjing.

In this piece of silence, there is a kind of strength gathering.

This kind of power makes people always excited, always smiling, and always moving forward.

This kind of power is called—

hope!

…

Dongque Square.

Whether it was the monster clan, dignitaries, or great scholars present, they all looked at Chen Luo with burning eyes.

The prime minister narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment; the prime minister looked at Chen Luo seriously for the first time, with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

On the high platform, Ye Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Finally, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme of the Great Xuan Dynasty broke the silence.

“Chen Aiqing, are you saying that you can let ordinary people also embark on the path of cultivation?”

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and a wave of red dust condensed in his hand.

The cloud of red dust flickered with colorful colors, and it was extremely bright, like a ball of fire, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Happiness, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, shock, the seven emotions of

human beings.” “The various states of the world, the heat and coldness of the world, are all contained in the seven emotions.”

“This colorful air, I call it the air of the world of mortals.”

“Understand the seven emotions in the book, and enter the world of mortals.”

“Everyone in the world can follow this path!”

“Before today, Confucian scholars, Taoists, and monks…”

“After today, there will be one more person on the road of cultivation.”

“Warrior!”

…

“Mother…” At the door of Yuewei Thatched Cottage, a woman in her thirties was holding a five or six-year-old child by the hand, staring blankly at the image in the sky.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, she brought her child to pay homage to Mr.

Zhao Yangshi is a widow. A few years ago, her husband went to the north with a classmate. Three months later, her husband’s classmate broke a leg and brought her back a tattered Confucian robe that was full of blood.

Zhao Yangshi knew that robe, it was sewn stitch by stitch by her husband before he left.

That classmate’s leg was broken just to snatch back the robe.

“The corpse hasn’t been taken back, so at least we set up a tomb and a place to worship.” After the classmate with the broken leg said this, he embarked on the road to the north again. Since then, she has never seen him again.

After Zhao Yang dug the grave, he put half of the bloody Confucian robe in it, and lay down in the grave himself.

She didn’t want to wake up, she just wanted to die like this.

However, she found out that she was pregnant!

She wants to live!

He worked so hard to give birth to the child and brought him up to his current age.

Zhao Yangshi didn’t want her child to be mediocre, but she was also worried that the child would follow his father’s path.

But I didn’t expect that the child was so talented that the little man secretly learned Yawen by himself.

Much like my father.

Crying secretly at home all night, the next day Zhao Yang took her child to find the enlightenment mentor of her former husband.

But after some tests, the child did not awaken the talent for reading through.

Zhao Yang felt both relaxed and heartbroken.

Just as she walked out of the thatched cottage, she heard Chen Luo’s words radiated through the magic circle.

“Mother…” The child shook Zhao Yangshi’s hand. He could see that his mother was unhappy, and wanted to make her happy, so he stretched out his hand, “Look, I have it too!”

After finishing speaking, the child’s palm condensed A wisp of colorful air the size of bean sprouts shimmered and swayed.

“You… how come you have this colorful energy?” Zhao Yangshi was startled, squatted down, and asked.

Seeing Zhao Yang’s reaction, the child was startled, and said, “Grandpa Li next door has a lot of newspapers, he showed me…”

“You understand?” The

child shook his head: “I don’t understand. Grandpa Li told me that it was a group of people robbing a treasure and then fighting. I was happy when I saw the good guys win, but sad when I saw the bad guys win. I watched and watched, and there was this thing. ”

Zhao Yang looked at the nervous child, suddenly laughed, laughed and cried again. She hugged the child tightly in her arms and exhausted all her strength, as if she could keep him from leaving her side.

The child was uncomfortable being held, and without shouting, he patted the child’s back lightly: “Mother, don’t cry. Can I practice now? From now on, I can kill barbarians and protect mother just like my father Kiss…”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang cried even louder, and kept muttering: “My son… my son…”

…

“I have it! I have it!” The drunk rushed out of the wine shop, and the seven-colored energy the size of mung beans condensed on his palm.

“If it hadn’t been for Wan Amber’s reminder, I haven’t noticed the mortal energy in my body yet!” The drunk looked up to the sky and laughed, “I can practice now! I can practice now—” he yelled, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Almost at the same time, the same voice resounded everywhere in Zhongjing City, like thunder one by one.

“I have it too!”

“I have it too!”

“It’s so faint that I didn’t even notice it!”

“Stop talking nonsense! Wan Amber just wrote a book, and it’s not finished yet. You just read it again, so it’s naturally weak. ”

Hahahaha, I’m a martial artist!”

“I’m a martial artist too!”

“Warrior! Martial!”

…

Even in the Dongque school grounds, everyone could hear roars of surprise coming from all directions.

Excitement appeared on the faces of some great Confucians. They were not worried that martial arts would take away the students of Confucianism and Taoism, because those who really awakened their talent for thorough reading must first choose Confucianism and Taoism.

After all, Confucianism and Taoism can become holy.

And they also read Chen Luo’s books, unlike Daoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, which are another system, but also full of literary spirit.

This is equivalent to the cousin of Confucianism and Taoism.

They checked a little and found that there was a trace of red dust in their bodies. The mortal energy can be compatible with Haoran’s righteousness, which further illustrates this point.

What they thought more was that if everyone could practice martial arts, even if Chen Luo only practiced martial arts for 3,000 miles, and practiced to the point where he could match the battle strength of a poetic realm, the heritage of the human race would double!

For a moment, all the Confucian scholars were full of righteousness and looked at the demon mission.

As long as they show any signs of doing something, they will be shot and killed.

The current Chen Luo is much more important than a demon mission.

Give it a try!

The Yaozu Mission, who had clearly sensed the change in the situation, seemed to feel that the Confucian seats in front of them had turned into the Wanren Mountain in the north, and immediately took the initiative to restrain the demonic aura all over them, for fear of causing misunderstandings.

With trembling hands, the old historian reached out to grab it. The space in front of him was suddenly distorted. The historian plunged his hand into the void and took out a bamboo slip from it.

He spread out the bamboo slips, pulled out the brush that fixed the crown from his head, turned his righteousness into ink, and wrote on the bamboo slips—

“The forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, autumn, the fifth day of October. Daxuan Wan’anbo Chen Luo and The monster tribe fights the literary competition, the four songs are written in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the writing is a vision, and the gift of the holy tree, people at that time thought it was a banished fairy. Sometimes there is a heart-punishing person, Lu’s great wisdom, who ignores righteousness and threatens Wan Anbo. Wan An Bo Zhenyan, the emperor, spread the word to the world, and opened up the fourth way of practice for the human race, saying: Wu!”

“This record should be the beginning of martial arts!”

“Sima’s lineage, weeping blood for injection, can never be changed!”

After finishing speaking, That Sima Great Confucian hammered his chest, spewing out a mouthful of the blood of the historian’s mantra, which was bred with great righteousness, and spat it on the bamboo slip. The blood on the bamboo slip flickered, and then slowly sank into the void.

Lu Dazhi in the crowd suddenly became dizzy, and felt that the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body was about to leave him, and he emitted a disgusting smell all over his body. He suddenly yelled “I was wrong” and passed out on the ground, not knowing what happened to him.

This is the great scholar of history who used the power of Sima Bansheng to nail him to the pillar of shame in the history books.

Historian’s supernatural powers and stinking legacy!

…

On the high jade platform, Song Tuizhi and Wen Xiang fell from the air, and they were lined up behind Chen Luo, like guards. The eyes of the two people passed through the teleportation circle, as if through the endless void, they met countless gazes.

They were telling everyone that behind Chen Luo stood Wenchang Pavilion and the bamboo forest!

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing who was standing aside and did not dare to make any moves, and smiled faintly: “Master Qingqing, let’s go down, it’s time for martial arts…” I’m

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