Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 151

[Chapter 150 Fool (2 in 1)]

“Fang Xiujie” looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong, even though he had become a saint, his heart was still full of turmoil.

“The phantom of “Spring and Autumn”! How could you, a Confucian scholar, summon the phantom of “Spring and Autumn”!” “In the light emitted by the phantom, it seems to have fallen into the endless river of time, and all of them disappeared.

The phantom bamboo scroll of “Spring and Autumn” was fully opened, and the characters engraved on it flickered one by one. Then, those flickering elegant characters floated out of the bamboo slips and fell into Ji Zhong’s body.

Ji Zhong’s righteousness suddenly soared!

“Chunqiu bet on me! This is Chunqiu betting on me!” At this moment, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked. He had only seen this kind of scene in history books.

Under the semi-sage of Confucianism, the two strongest supernatural powers, Spring and Autumn Betrothed to me, I betrothed to Spring and Autumn!

It is said that the use of Spring and Autumn Infusion will summon the most holy power of Confucianism and use it for oneself. There was once a great Confucian with a righteous mind who used Spring and Autumn Infusion to kill a barbarian barbarian.

It’s just that these two supernatural powers are too difficult.

It is so difficult that one or two generations may not be able to master it.

But Ji Zhong is just a Confucian student, and he hasn’t even seen the mountains of books and the sea of learning, so how could he display it?

…

At this time, as spring and autumn pens and inks flew into Ji Zhong’s body, Ji Zhong’s aura continued to rise, and soon he broke through the Confucian scholar, entered the master state, and then broke through the enlightenment state master, reached the enlightenment state master, close Then he broke through from the enlightened master to the preacher, but the momentum did not stop.

“Fang Xiujie” looked terrified. During the period of “Spring and Autumn Notes on Me”, at least the power of a semi-saint can attack the opponent. Now he is only possessed by a trace of spirit, and can only display the strength of preaching the master.

“You’re crazy!” the old voice shouted, “Stop it! You can’t bear the power of the Spring and Autumn Art, your Confucianism will collapse, and you are not far from death!

” After paying attention, the aura on his body continued to grow, and he reached the peak of the master in the preaching realm in an instant, and was heading towards the great Confucianism.

At this time, the power of Houkai began to gather in the sky above the collapse world, and a huge oppressive force radiated out.

“Fang Xiujie” was shocked: “Stop! You can break through a whole realm, and you can at least achieve a state of mind in the future. Even Feng Sheng has some hope.

” Our family will do everything possible to help you become a saint for a hundred years!”

“As long as you are willing to worship me as your teacher, I will leave immediately! Stop!”

Ji Zhong slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the crazy-looking “Fang Xiujie” , and continued to close his eyes, the breath on his body was still rising, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Ji Zhong’s cultivation base had broken through the realm of master.

At this time, a thunder exploded in the collapsed cloud in the sky.   ”Fang Xiujie

” yelled; “Stop it, if you go to Daru, you will lead to the collapse of the collapse world. Do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?”

His breath suddenly stagnated, he looked up at the Honkai Cloud in the sky, let out a long breath, and the phantom of Spring and Autumn behind him slowly dissipated.

At this time, Ji Zhong’s eyes were like lightning, he looked at “Fang Xiujie”, and raised the broken sword in his hand. From the broken blade, a great righteousness emerged, and it turned into a three-foot iron sword again.

At this time, Ji Zhong is a half-step Confucian!   ”Fang Xiujie

” showed a ferocious expression: “Boy, “Spring and Autumn” has passed away, and you are just a half-step Confucian, you can’t stop me!”

Zhong, where the waves of righteousness passed, even the ground was blown up by three inches. The huge wave of righteousness rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if it wanted to beat Ji Zhong to death.

Confucianism in the Master’s realm · If you don’t teach, you will be punished.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath, all the righteousness in his body was concentrated in the long sword in his hand, and he slashed hard at the oncoming wave of righteousness.

It seemed to be the first ray of light that opened up the world in the chaos!

The green qi sword light was extremely sharp, and it hit the huge wave of righteous energy head-on, but the castration did not stop at all, and it went forward without hesitation.

In the next blink of an eye, a streak of blood flowed down from the middle of Fang Xiujie’s forehead.

“The Sword of Peace?” The old voice gradually weakened, “This is the Sword of Peace!”

“You idiot, the conferred saint, died here just to stop me!”

“You idiot! Fool!”

The old voice seemed to release his infinite anger, but the voice gradually disappeared, and the moment the voice disappeared, Fang Xiujie’s body split open and was split in two. The green and black righteous energy suddenly turned into a flame, burning blazingly, completely reducing Fang Xiujie’s body to ashes.

It’s as if there is no such person in this world.

At the same time, Ji Zhong’s body swayed and fell to the ground. He felt the strength and vitality in his whole body were fading rapidly. He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his heart.

Ji Zhong leaned against the rock, and no longer had the strength to hold the broken sword in his hand. He found that his heart was beating slower and slower, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

“My lord, Xiao Ji can only protect you so far…”

Ji Zhong no longer had the strength to clenched the broken sword in his hand, and his clothes were already ragged by the impact, just like when he saw Chen Luo for the first time look.

In a trance, Ji Zhong seemed to see a figure from the back with a broken leg, and that figure gave him a thumbs up.

“Stupid master…”

Ji Zhong murmured with the last of his strength, and slowly closed his eyes

…

“Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Wake up!” Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and a big bony head approached him

. Beast, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.

He, Ji Zhong, is ten years old this year, the first child king of Jiazi Street, Southern District of the deceased.

It relied on nothing else, but the iron sword in his hand.

Seeing Ji Zhong, several emaciated children rushed over in a swarm. Ji Zhong counted the number with his hand, and it was not bad, not one missing.

“Very good, it seems that there is no drug or poison in the food given by that fool.” Ji Zhong nodded, “Come on, follow me to get the food.”

All the children shouted excitedly, and followed Ji Zhong to Jiazi Street street.

…

This is the collection of the dead, located in Mangzhou, but outside the defense line of the Great Wall in Mangzhou.

In the early years, some outposts here were set up to predict the barbarian invasion. Because the death rate was too high, the people stationed here were all death row prisoners.

The imperial court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, their crimes would be pardoned, and countless death row prisoners came here voluntarily for a hope of surviving.

More people came, and the outposts became a market town. Because everyone is a desperate person, it is also called the collection of dead people.

With the passage of time, the second and third generations gradually appeared in this collection of dead people, but this place happened to be a place without kingly laws. Many children had no parents just after they were born.

Ji Zhong is one of them.

Ji Zhong didn’t remember who his parents were, but one person met Ji Zhong who was under six years old before he died, and threw his iron sword to him.

“I have a son who died. If you kowtow to me, you will be my son and continue the incense for me. This sword is a relic given to you by me.”

Ji Zhong kowtowed obediently, not for the sword, but for the “bunny boy” he had been called for many years. On that day, he finally had a name.

Ji Zhong!

It took him three days to dig a hole and bury that cheap old man in it. Holding the iron sword that was almost as tall as him, he returned to Jiazi Street in the southern district.

Ever since he secretly used this sword to stab into the brain of a gangster who wanted to grab it in the middle of the night, no one has tried to plot his iron sword again, and he has somehow become the most admired kid king on the street… …   Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and he saw a bearded uncle sitting under a big tree. He looked very bold, but the trouser leg on his right leg was empty, and it would float up when the wind blew

.   Of course, this is not important, what is important is that there are delicious noodles in front of him.   Seeing Ji Zhong   and the others, the uncle laughed, and stretched out his hand to say hello: “Xiao Ji, come quickly, the pancakes just out of the oven are still hot.” Nodding his head, those children pounced on them, stuffing the bread into their mouths while blowing on it.   ”Slow down, there are all, there are all.” The uncle greeted them enthusiastically, and then looked at Ji Zhong who was walking at the end, “Xiao Ji, you promised yesterday that if you eat my meal, everyone will read two Books for an hour.”   Ji Zhong sat down beside the big tree: “Give us something to eat, and begged to read to us, I’m afraid you are not a fool.”   The uncle laughed loudly: “Yes, you are not a fool, Who’s coming to the dead man’s meeting!”   …   Spring goes and autumn comes, and two years have passed in a blink of an eye.   A college was built in the dead.   That foolish master was like a bird picking ears of wheat, holding up his only remaining leg, he kept using white flour pancakes to lure some children into the academy and teach them to read.   It’s not that no one came to cause trouble, but until that time, Ji Zhong didn’t know that the stupid master’s strength was terrifying.

It was said that he was a student of “Taiping Academy” and that his leg was broken by the barbarians when they robbed his classmate’s belongings.

Are you stupid or not? Everyone is dead, why are you still grabbing things?

He was later wounded on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death. Someone recommended him to become an official in the wealthy Yuezhou, but he rejected him, saying that he wanted to come to the dead people’s collection to open an academy.

Are you stupid or not?

Everyone in the dead man called him a fool behind his back. These children are better, call him a fool.

“Stupid Master, why did you come to the Dead People’s Collection?” Ji Zhong walked up to the Stupid Master, took over the job of kneading the dough, and asked.

The fool was so happy that he took out a bag of dry tobacco from his bosom, lit it, took a puff, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said, “I met a man who walked out of your dead man’s gathering.”

“He Said that his child is still in the dead. He wants his child to study. I agreed to him.”

“But that kid died in the next charge. I don’t know who his child is, so I can only Come here and teach all the children.”

“No way, I promised someone else!”

Ji Zhong curled his lips: Idiot!

The foolish master patted the back of Ji Zhong’s head lightly: “You must respect your teacher!”

…

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed, and Ji Zhong was fourteen years old.

This year, he became a Confucian scholar after getting started with “Spring and Autumn” and released his righteousness.

The silly master smiled happier than him, and said: “I have a good friend named Wang Qifeng. I will write you a letter and you can go to him. He is a student of Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing, and he will enroll you in the academy.” Middle.”

Ji Zhong pouted: “I want to go to Taiping Academy.” The

fool shook his head: “Taiping Academy is not suitable for you! Listen to me.”

Ji Zhong wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

At this moment, there was a loud shout outside—the barbarians are coming!

Ji Zhong’s heart skipped a beat. After many years of peace, almost everyone deliberately forgot that the reason why the dead people’s collection is called the dead people’s collection is because it is full of desperadoes.

In addition, everyone in the Great Wall regards them as dead people!

“Quick, quick, quick!” The foolish master suddenly stood up and shouted to the outside, “Everyone, hide in the secret passage!”

Only then did Ji Zhong react, and rushed into the yard quickly, throwing those people all over the place one by one. The children who were running around were grabbed, opened the secret passage, and stuffed people in one by one.

This is what the foolish master has been doing for the past few years. He said, “Rather than digging a well when you are thirsty, it is better to plan before the rain.”

Sometimes, the foolish master is not stupid!

Secret passage, only the children know. Because if it is spread out, the secret way will not be a secret way with the atmosphere of gathering dead people.

After sending all the children in the academy into the secret passage, Ji Zhong found the fool standing at the gate of the academy.

“Silly master, everyone is hiding, so you can come in too.” Ji Zhong ran to the foolish master and grabbed his sleeve, but the foolish master who would have followed him with a light pull, now Like a big tree, firmly rooted in place.

“Ji Zhong, you go hide too, Master won’t go in.”

“No!” For some reason, Ji Zhong suddenly felt a surge of fear, and he grabbed his master’s sleeve and headed towards the secret road. Dragging and tearing, tears gushed out, “You have broken a leg, what a hero you are! You are dead, what should we do! Don’t go, don’t go!” The

foolish master touched Ji Zhong’s head: ” There is no way, Master, I promised the world.”

“You have to keep your promises!”

“Bullshit promises. When you die, you lose everything. You follow me, you follow me…” Ji Zhong died dead Pulling the fool.

The foolish master knelt down and said, “Ji Zhong, hide quickly. My master is leaving, do you want me to break my promise? Breaking my trust is worse than death!”

“But…but…” Ji Zhong Lowering his head, the tears couldn’t stop, “What kind of promise is more important than life!” The

foolish master didn’t speak, but Ji Zhong finally let go of his hand.

“Here, here you are…” Ji Zhong untied the iron sword that he never left from his waist, “You promise me to return the sword to me!” The

foolish master drew out the sword and praised: “Good sword! ”

“Such a good sword, of course I will return it to you!” The

foolish master laughed, holding the sword in his hand, a green breath came out from under the empty trousers, the foolish master let go of his crutches, and rushed out of the academy in high spirits.

Ji Zhong didn’t hide in the secret passage, he climbed up the wall of the academy and watched the limping figure disappear from his sight.

He could only hear the voice of an idiot resounding from the sky and the earth——

“The students of Taiping Academy are here, the barbarians come and die!”

…

I don’t know how long it took, someone opened the secret passage, and took the child hiding inside. They were all rescued.

The barbarians were repelled, and a great Confucian from the imperial court wrote a letter to cancel the collection of the dead, and to take all the survivors back to the Great Wall.

Ji Zhong hugged the door of the academy and refused to leave.

He believes that the fool will come back.

He said that he should return the sword to himself.

He won’t break his promise.

…

A few days later, a group of Confucian scholars covered in blood appeared in front of Ji Zhong.

At the same time, Ji Zhong was handed a broken iron sword.

“The owner of the sword killed a barbarian with the technique of opening peace.”

“This sword was found on the body of the barbarian. There is a divine sense on it.”

“Let us bring this sword to you.”

“Son, can you tell me the name of the dead comrade?”

Ji Zhong stood up slowly . Standing up, he took the broken sword from the other party’s hand, and said softly –

“Fool.”

…

Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall, already out of breath.

His heart has stopped beating.

The cloud of collapse in the sky that day seemed to find no object to vent, and it slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, footsteps came.

One person, two people, three people…

the footsteps were hurried.

Ji Zhong’s fingers moved suddenly, and then a stream of red dust in his body shot towards the heart.

The heart seemed to be shocked by electricity, and suddenly there was a sign of trembling.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of mortal air shot into the heart.

“Boom…boom…boom…”

The sound of the heart gradually sounded like a drum beating.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed in the direction of the person who came, and he was relieved when he saw that the person who came was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu.

Ye Dafu was the first to rush up, and helped Ji Zhong who was about to fall, and seeing Ji Zhong’s bloody state, gritted his teeth and asked, “Who did it!”

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: “I killed him.”

Tian Xiangwan He also took a step forward and asked, “Where’s Wan Anbo?”

Ji Zhong turned his head and looked at the cave in the middle of the mountain.

…

Chen Luo seemed to be trapped in a fog. He couldn’t see the way ahead, nor could he recognize the direction. There was no sound, and no one responded. He could only move forward based on his feeling.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog suddenly dissipated, and he saw a green-robed Confucian scholar with his back turned to him, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Luo stepped forward cautiously, and saluted: “I am Chen Luo, dare to ask your Excellency…”

The figure in the green robe came back to his senses, a relieved smile appeared on a young but vicissitudes of life, and he also turned towards Chen Luo Returning the salute, he said: “My lord, Wang Zi’an, I have met my fellow clan!”

(Congratulations to the leader “Mulexius” plus the first bullet) This is

the first time I have written such a long one. .

Cross the waist and look awesome. .

(end of this chapter)