Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 345
[Chapter 341]
East Cang City.
Chen Luo put down the brush in his hand, frowning slightly.
“The Romance of the Three Kingdoms” has been written to the penultimate chapter: one king of the ancestral temple died of filial piety, and two scholars entered Xichuan to fight for merit. The strength in the body is a little weak, so take a break for a while.
However, when writing this last part, Chen Luo always felt that the temple of the Three Kingdoms in his soul was trembling slightly, as if it was about to come out.
“Couldn’t Shuling be the temple of the Three Kingdoms?” Chen Luo wondered, “I already have a Wuhou Temple, so what’s the use of that?”
Chen Luo shook his head, intending to take a rest before continuing write down.
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Taiping City.
The charge of the three hundred righteous men only caused a little panic on one side of the barbarian army, and then surrounded them.
There are a total of more than 5,000 students enrolled in Taiping Academy, plus students from various places who came to Taiping City for study tours, the total number is only about 8,000. At this time, the barbarian army numbered 50,000.
At this time, Daru, who was fighting fiercely in the air, was very anxious.
Then every student below is their heart and soul!
Not all of them may become great Confucians, but they must be the backbone of the human race!
In the bloody battles in the past, there was always support from the Great Wall of Righteous Qi. Why has the support channel not been opened after nearly a quarter of an hour of fighting?
Above, the head of the hospital and the barbarian emperor check each other.
The Great Confucianists fought desperately against the barbarian king, as long as one person could free up his hand, he could change the situation of the battle below.
But it’s a pity that the number of barbarian kings also exceeds that of great Confucians, and many great Confucians have one-to-two, or even one-to-three.
The more so, the less they dare to die. Or they can hold back the other party. If they risk their lives but fail to return together, then wouldn’t it be harming the comrades.
It is easy to die, but it is difficult to bear it.
“Die!” A
roar rang out, and a small cyan sword pierced the throat of a barbarian king. On the little sword, the blue light on the little sword scattered, then flew back and landed between the eyebrows of a great Confucian. Half of the Confucian’s face was like charred coal, and the other half of his face was that of a majestic and vicissitudes old man.
A half-faced Confucian, Su Liancheng.
Su Liancheng looked at the second-rank barbarian king who repelled the small sword, with a solemn expression.
The other party has strong blood, and should be a top barbarian king in the second rank.
“I know you, Su Liancheng!” Seeing Su Liancheng, the barbarian king suddenly laughed, “Su Lianchi, it’s my subordinate Tuli!”
Su Liancheng’s normal-looking face suddenly changed, and his body burst into righteousness At this time, his family, country and world came out concretely, pressing towards the opponent.
It’s just that Su Liancheng’s family, country, and world are not the rivers, lakes, seas, cities, and mountains like other great scholars, but a dilapidated small wooden house, and there are still a few wooden boards missing from the wooden house
…
” Brother, I have been accepted by the Academy.” The young Confucian scholar rushed into a small dilapidated house, and said to the middle-aged man who was buried in copying manuscripts for others.
“Really?” The middle-aged man immediately dropped the book, and almost picked it up, and took the notice from the young Confucian scholar, his face beaming with joy.
“Sure enough, hahahaha… let’s go, let’s celebrate today. Let’s go, I’ll go get the silver.”
“No need, brother!” said the young Confucian scholar, “I made an appointment with other students to celebrate together, so I’m going to meet them soon The
middle-aged man nodded, suddenly remembered something, walked back to the desk, thought for a while, took out a book from a stack of books, opened the pages, took out a crumpled bank note, and turned Come back and hand it to the young man.
“Since it’s a celebration, you should also have some silver on you, don’t let people laugh at you!”
The young Confucian scholar smiled brightly: “Thank you, brother.” After speaking, he reached out to take the bank note, put it in his arms, and waved his hand, “Brother, I’ll go first.”
“Go…” The middle-aged man waved his hand , the young Confucian scholar ran out of the cabin.
The middle-aged man watched the other party leave with a smile, still excited in his heart.
“As expected, Lian Chi is more talented than me.” He sighed in his heart.
His name is Su Liancheng, he has been studying for thirty-six years, and he is still in the state of writing. The young man is Su Lianchi, his younger brother.
“Hey, after entering the academy, Lianchi still needs more expenses, so let’s transcribe more today.”
After speaking, he sat back at the desk again, rubbed his eyes, and continued to write.
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Spring goes and autumn comes, and twenty years pass by.
Su Lianchi’s cultivation is like riding a thousand-mile steed, from breaking into poems, to enlightenment, to enlightenment, and finally to preaching. But Su Liancheng, who was already fifty-six years old, stopped at the realm of poetry.
Su Liancheng still lived in that crappy house. Su Lianchi came to persuade him several times, but Su Liancheng refused to leave.
“You’re a phoenix, you flew out of the bird’s nest.”
“But I’m just a bird, and I’m not used to living in plane trees.”
Su Liancheng smiled and rejected Su Lianchi. He has cultivated into a poetic realm and has no lifespan growth. He is already here After living most of his life, he didn’t want to leave.
Because of this matter, Su Lianchi didn’t talk to him for a year.
When I speak again, it is farewell. Su Lianchi joined the Ministry of War and went to the north.
Su Liancheng only said one sentence: “When I come back alive, I will move out!”
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Another five years.
Su Liancheng, who was over sixty years old, was repairing his house when a strong wind blew away a few planks from the roof.
Just as he was about to go up to the roof, a messenger blue bird from the Ministry of War stopped in front of the door.
Su Liancheng wiped his hands. He thought it was a letter from his younger brother, but he only read two pages of the letter, and it was like a bolt from the blue.
“Xin’an City was broken, and Su Lianchi was taken away by the barbarians. He didn’t know his life or death!”
Su Liancheng looked back at the dilapidated wooden house, as if he wanted to take it into his heart.
The house is not repaired.
He is going to save his brother!
On this day, Su Liancheng broke into a poem and entered it into his wife.
He left the small town that he hadn’t left in half his life.
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Su Liancheng trekked all the way, day and night, heading north.
Traveling northward for three thousand miles, Su Liancheng entered the realm of Master Kaihua.
Traveling another three thousand miles to the north, Su Liancheng entered the realm of Master preaching.
Going north again for six thousand miles, you will leave the human race and the sky. Su Liancheng, relying on “brothers” as a basis, attracts the great righteousness of the world to infuse his body, studies hard for a year and breaks out in a day, condenses his family, country and world, and becomes a great Confucian!
That family has no country, no country, no world, only a small house.
Family!
On that day, Su Liancheng fell into the sky!
He wanted to find Su Lianchi.
If alive, save him.
If dead, bring him back.
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year after year.
God knows how much Su Liancheng suffered and suffered.
When the righteousness was exhausted, he returned to the sky, rested for two days, and then entered the wild sky after recovering.
He searched one tribe after another, and investigated one barbarian city after another.
He never smiled again.
Until, he finally found the younger brother who made him miss his dream.
It’s just that when they met, the younger brother who he thought was being tortured was actually drinking and having fun with two barbarians in his arms.
That’s not his younger brother, that’s the rebel of the human race, the Barbarian King of Turi!
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“Brother, I was forced!”
“Brother, are you a Confucian too? Well, the two of us are together, and we will definitely be able to escape back!”
“Brother, I have a lot of news about the barbarians. Meritorious service.”
“Brother, no one knows about my being the Man King of Tuli, and I will take care of everyone who knows!”
“Brother, why don’t you leave?”
Su Liancheng smiled.
He had no ambitions for half his life and worked hard to support his younger brother.
He became a Confucianist for one year, and he didn’t know the life and death of his siblings.
Thousands of miles to find relatives, but it is a dead end.
The person in the dream of ten years, it is better not to see each other.
That night, under the barbaric plain, a blue light rushed into the night.
Su Liancheng’s heart ignited suddenly, burning through half of his body. He broke down and then stood up, exterminated relatives with righteousness, promoted to the second rank of Confucianism, and beheaded Su Lianchi, a rebellious race.
A gust of wind blew past the phantom of that country, blowing away several wooden boards on the top.
On the ruined tribe, Su Liancheng burst into tears.
“Father, mother, the family is gone.”
“I have no younger brother.”
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Half a year later, a half-faced Confucian came to Taiping City.
Majestic and dignified, unsmiling.
Only when Yuanshou Zhang occasionally drank tea, he commented: “Liancheng suffers…”
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Taiping City.
“Death!” Su Liancheng yelled, and the phantom of the dilapidated wooden house fell towards the second-rank barbarian king. Ten thousand punches seemed to have been thrown out in just one day, and cracks began to appear in the space. But the phantom of the wooden house just shook for a moment, and instantly covered the second-rank Great Barbarian King.
“Dear!” Su Liancheng wrote in the air, and suddenly a chain shot out from the wooden house. One section of the chain locked the second-rank barbarian king, and the other end flew towards Su Liancheng, and instantly penetrated into Su Liancheng’s heart.
“Benevolence!” All the great scholars present recognized this move, and looked at Su Liancheng. At this time, other barbarian kings rushed to help the barbarian king, but were stopped by other great scholars desperately.
The barbarian king in the wooden house roared, and the whole wooden house seemed to be blown up by a huge amount of energy and blood, as if it would fall down at any moment.
“Righteousness!” Su Liancheng wrote again, and a phantom volume of “Zuo Zhuan” unfolded behind Su Liancheng.
“Family is far and near, and righteousness is divided into big and small!” ” Give
up your family to serve the world, and righteousness!
”
On the ground, the phantom of the wooden house collapsed in an instant, and the second-rank barbarian king was chopped off from the head with a knife. Almost at the same time, the chain burned inch by inch and quickly spread to Su Liancheng’s heart. The other half of Su Liancheng’s face was burned by a blue flame, and the giant blade turned into countless small blades and shot into Su Liancheng’s heart. .
Confucian rituals and Taoism taboo supernatural powers and righteousness to kill relatives.
Every time you use it, you will lose half of your lifespan, and you will be tortured by heart fire, and your heart will be as painful as a knife.
This is the second time.
The second-rank barbarian king looked at his body in disbelief.
From the very beginning, it’s a trick of returning home. Human race, are they all lunatics?
He didn’t have any abilities yet… His
thoughts could only stop here. The second-rank barbarian king was divided into two halves and fell to the ground.
“Hahahahaha… have fun!” Su Liancheng suddenly burst into laughter, half of him was in flames, and the other half was scorched black.
As he said that, a dagger appeared in Su Liancheng’s hand, and it was suddenly inserted into the burning heart, and his body swelled rapidly.
Su Liancheng caught sight of another second-rank barbarian king, and rushed towards him. The barbarian king was shocked and turned to run, but Su Liancheng caught up with him and hugged him from behind.
“Death deserves it, Su, don’t suffer!” Su Liancheng yelled, and exploded with a bang.
In the battle of Taiping City, the Great Confucian Su Liancheng beheaded two great barbarian kings.
fall.
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The Confucian scholars in Jiazi never saw any worries, but once the great Confucianists worried about their younger brothers.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to find relatives, ten years of barbarian life and death travel.
The hut is full of blood, and the barbarians turn against brothers.
Righteousness cuts off the lock of family affection, and the bitter water flows away as tears.
Don’t worry.
The Taiping City battle will end tomorrow.
Chen Luo is going to make a bigger move.
(end of this chapter)
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