Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 172

[Chapter 171 Huashan Illusion, open!]

“Huashan spirit?” Chen Luo’s eyes lit up, “Huashan Lunjian?”

The mountain spirit smiled slightly: “What the master said is that the Huashan of this spirit is exactly the Huashan of Lunjian.”

“The function of this spirit is still Let the master experience it for himself.”

After the mountain spirit finished speaking, it flew up by itself, and pointed at Chen Luo’s forehead. Chen Luo’s eyes blurred, and he found himself in a wilderness, and in the distance, he could vaguely see it. Saw a towering mountain peak.

“Master!” The mountain spirit appeared next to Chen Luo, “Here is the fantasy space of Huashan Lunjian.”

Chen Luo looked around and felt that this space was a bit like a dreamland flower forest.

“How did the others come in?” Chen Luo asked.

“Anyone whose mortal qi reaches the standard will be perceived by the soul, and will naturally feed back the news of the Huashan Illusion to the other party. The other party only needs to enter the state of meditation to enter the Huashan Illusion.”

Chen Luo looked at the towering Huashan in the distance, wondering Said: “Why didn’t it appear in Huashan?”

Shanling smiled: “Not everyone can participate in Huashan’s sword debate.”

After finishing speaking, Shanling snapped his fingers, and a figure appeared opposite Chen Luo, with a blurred face .

“This is the essence of the world of mortals.” Shan Ling smiled, “This spirit usually absorbs the power of the heavens on its own, and will eventually transform into this kind of essence of the world of mortals in the illusion.”

“The strength of the essence of the mortal world varies. Because it is The transformation of the power of the heavenly way is mainly based on martial arts, but there will also be Confucianism, Taoism and Buddha’s attack methods, killing the essence of the world of mortals can increase the energy of the world of mortals.

” For those who kill, two points go to the master, and the remaining three points go to Ben Ling who will explain later.”

“The master can set the cut-off time for the killing as he likes, and after the time is up, the top 100 people with the highest amount of mortal energy will be obtained. Fang is qualified to appear on Mount Hua.”

The book spirit clapped his hands, and the scene in front of Chen Luo changed, and he was already standing in Huashan.

“Master can adjust the heaven and earth rules of Huashan Fantasyland by himself, and finally decide the 100th ranking.

” In the red dust, two points out of the remaining three points will be shared by these one hundred martial arts phantoms according to their ranking.”

Chen Luo heard the key hidden in Shu Ling’s words, and asked: “Martial arts phantom? Why not me?”

Shan Ling said: “The Huashan Illusion was born to stimulate warriors to compete first, how can people get the chance for nothing?

” Only then can we accept the opportunity of this red dust.”

“But before the fusion, everyone has the opportunity to challenge the phantom of martial arts. As long as they win, they can fuse with the phantom of martial arts that was defeated.”

Chen Luo thought for a while, and probably understood the book. The meaning of spirit.

For example, when Ji Zhong and Su Qianqian entered Huashan for the first time in Huashan Sword Discussion, in the end Ji Zhong ranked second and Su Qianqian third.

When re-entering for the second time, Su Qianqian, who has already made progress, can challenge Ji Zhongxuying, who is still the last strength. Once he wins, the mortal energy fused with Ji Zhong’s second place will belong to Su Qianqian.

Ji Zhong, if he wants to go further, he can only challenge the No. 1 Martial Dao Phantom. Of course, if you lose, you can also challenge downwards, but the rewards for the mortal spirit will be much less.

Because it was against the phantom of martial arts last time, it can also guarantee that the truly capable juniors will come forward.

Fuck, isn’t this the ladder ranking?

“Also!” Shan Ling clapped his hands again, and this time Chen Luo appeared on the top of Mount Hua.

Here, Chen Luo saw five light arrays, arranged in east, west, north, south.

“Those who can occupy the top five in ten consecutive rankings will appear here and start the real Huashan Discussion of Swords.”

“The last part of the mortal energy belongs to the phantom of martial arts here.”

After Shan Ling finished speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again. “Besides…”

Shan Ling waved his hand, and five stone boxes appeared.

“Master can place rewards in this stone box.”

Chen Luo was taken aback, looking at the five stone boxes, and frowned slightly.

Want to pluck my wool again?

If I put a grilled chicken wing in it, will I be hunted down by these people?

Chen Luo shook his head, forget it, he is the pillar of martial arts anyway, so let’s bleed if he bleeds.

They are all good teachers, and they can still afford a little reward.

“When can we start?” Chen Luo asked.

Shan Ling smiled and said, “You can do it at any time. But when does the master plan to settle the Huashan Lunjian this time?”

Chen Luo thought for a while: “Three months!”

…

Night fell.

The evening breeze in Luozhou always carries a hint of floral fragrance.

The undefeated peony in four seasons is a wonder in Luozhou.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers, Ren Ji sat alone on the eaves of the inn, looking at the stars all over the sky, thinking that he had walked thousands of miles without knowing it, and a smile appeared on his face.

A few days ago, he entered Luozhou with that grandparent and grandson, and the old lady insisted on thanking him for saving his life, so she dragged herself to live in the mansion for several days.

The little girl also became more and more wrong, she blushed when she saw her, turned around and ran away before saying a word, and then a group of people burst into laughter, Ren Ji probably guessed something.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Marriage will only hinder his long journey.

Ren Ji hurriedly left a farewell letter and left overnight.

This time, he joined a team from the Academy.

This is the team from Changfeng Academy in Luozhou going to Wannian Academy in Qingzhou to debate classics. There are two masters leading the team and fourteen Confucian students following. Originally, this team did not need outsiders, but none of the dozen or so students were willing to do the job of posting invitations and greeting them. They happened to meet Aji, who knew Yawen, and let him join the team.

“Aji, Aji, come down!” When Ren Ji was thinking about something, a crisp call came from the yard of the inn, and Ren Ji quickly turned over and jumped off the roof.

The person who called him was Mo Zhuozhuo, who took the meaning of “the peach is so young, its beauty is shining” in the “Book of Songs”.

“Here!” Mo Zhuozhuo took out two ingots of silver from his pocket, handed them to Ren Ji, and said, “Go to me and find out who sells paper kites, and buy me some of the best ones. I will release them tomorrow.

” Ji was stunned for a moment, and then asked: “Why do you want to release paper kites all of a sudden? It’s already dark, and the shops are probably closed.”

“I don’t care.” Mo Zhuozhuo pouted, “Tomorrow we will pass by Liupo. The place where Chao Kouxiang wrote “Paper Kite” for a while, how could he not put the paper kite to pay tribute to it. By the way, you don’t understand.”

Ren Ji blinked and said:

“Bi Luoqiu Fang is quiet, the strength of flying is still weak ”

“The breeze is as trustworthy, and the clouds will fly together in the end.”

Mo Zhuozhuo looked at Ren Ji in surprise: “You actually know this poem?”

Ren Ji smiled faintly, this is what he heard from a scholar on the drunk star river I read it, thought it was interesting, and wrote it down.

“It’s just a paper kite, you don’t need to buy it.” Ren Ji returned the silver taels to Mo Zhuozhao, “I’ll make you two.”

Mo Zhuozhao was even more surprised: “You know how to do it? I want the one who can fly high.” Plant paper kites.”

Ren Ji nodded: “I know, I promise to fly high. You go back to rest first, and I will give you paper kites tomorrow morning.”

Mo Zhuozhao looked at Ren Ji suspiciously, perhaps it was because Ren Ji read the song “Paper Kite” before, which gave her a little confidence, and she said with wide eyes: “Then it’s a deal, give me the paper kite tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I…”

Mo Zhuozhuo waved his fist: “I won’t let you go.”

After finishing speaking, Mo Zhuozhuo turned and went back to the room. Ren Ji scratched his head and said to himself: “I remember the person who passed by before. There is a bamboo forest in the place…”

After speaking, Ren Ji walked towards the outside of the inn, and suddenly a piece of information flashed in his mind, and Ren Ji froze in place.

“Huashan illusion? The essence of the world? Three months?”

…

Qin Yu followed a caravan on the way to Wuzhou.

He vaguely remembered that the person who set up the situation spoke a few dialects when talking with his accomplices. He barely imitated some, and asked many people, only to know that it is a local dialect in Wuzhou.

The “Liyan Original” has been placed on him for more than ten years, as long as it is within a certain range, he will feel it.

Qin Yu was not in a hurry, he knew that he had just comprehended the “Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon”, the last few palms could not be performed with his current mortal energy, he still needed time.

Even if he had to use up his whole life, he had to send the “Liyan Original” back to the Qin family.

“Xiao Qin, let me take this part of the road instead.” An old man leaned out in the carriage, “Go in and sleep for a while, we are in urgent need of this batch of goods, we must have to drive all night, the old man will not have that look at night, You have to work hard.”

Qin Yu nodded, handed the whip to the old man, grabbed the steamed buns and clear water hanging on the car, and got into the car.

Qin Yu casually ate something to pad his stomach, patted the soft jacket in the carriage, and planned to take a good rest, when suddenly, a message came from his mind.

“Fantasy of Mount Hua? The air of the world?”

…

“Du!” A throwing knife pierced the wooden man.

Li Sanyue stepped forward, looked at the depth of the flying knife, shook his head, and pulled out the flying knife.

Three points into the wood can kill Man Yong, but it can’t kill Qi Rank Man stubborn.

Li Sanyue was a little frustrated.

He can probably shoot three swords in a row at one time, and after the three swords, he has to adjust his breath for an hour before he can shoot again.

But if you can only deal with Man Yong, it will not reflect his value.

Li Sanyue has carefully analyzed that it is not that he is not concentrated enough, but that he is not enough in the world.

He needs more mortal air to be compressed and transformed into the light of the flying knife, so that it is possible to increase the lethality of the flying knife.

Thinking of this, Li Sanyue sighed.

The mortal qi is good for everything, but it is too slow.

For example, Confucian classics, such as “Poetry”, “Book”, “Li”, “Yi”, “Chunqiu”, “The Analects”, “University”, “The Doctrine of the Mean”, “Mencius”, and other classics of various branches of Confucianism, such as There is a vast sea of smoke, as long as you are willing to read, you can read whatever you want.

It’s not like Wan Amber’s martial arts novels, after repeated over and over again, only two books, “Swordsman” and “Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword” have been completed, and “Legend of the Condor Heroes” has not yet been finished.

This is enough for anyone to see!

I don’t know what Wan Amber is doing every day.

And don’t want him to deal with all kinds of affairs every day, can’t he write a book with peace of mind?

The donkeys of the Department of Internal Affairs are not as restful as he is.

The shame of the literati.

Li Sanyue complained a few words in his heart, but still sighed, picked up the Daxuan Minbao, and was about to swipe N, when suddenly there was a pause in his hand, and a message appeared in his mind.

“Fantasy of Huashan Mountain? Red dust reward?”

…

In the fantasy realm of Huashan Mountain, Chen Luo seemed to have transformed into the sky of the fantasy realm. Looking down at the earth, only a single figure emerged, which soon became boundless.

“Shan Ling, don’t they know how to steal monsters?” Looking at so many people, Chen Luo asked.

“This is the owner’s perspective, so you can see such a scene. In fact, each of them is in their own independent space, and they have no intersection with other people.”

Chen Luo reacted and nodded: “Single machine, That makes sense.”

“By the way, what would happen if they died in the illusion?” Chen Luo asked again.

“Entering the illusion essentially consumes the power of their souls. If they die in the illusion, their spirits will be weakened to a certain extent. There is no way to re-enter the illusion within twelve hours.”

Chen Luo was about to continue asking if he could call it out separately When taking pictures of a certain person, I suddenly felt that the red dust in my body suddenly increased a lot.

This… just started?

Your Ren Jill is now in the Character List package.

Sao Tu Sao can be put together.

(end of this chapter)