Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 452
[Chapter 446 This buff is to unify the monster clan]
. “If Lord Hou intends to go out of the border, go to the Southern Wilderness, and enter the Division, now is a good time.” Seeing Chen Luo lost in thought, Sang Luo spoke again.
Chen Luo came back to his senses, and chuckled lightly: “Could it be that there is some poetry meeting?
” In the heyday, you will never miss this kind of elegance.”
“Every year at the end of February and the beginning of March, it is the time of Wing Chun, and Si Zhuguo builds a poetry platform to comment on articles.” Speaking of this, Sang Luo couldn’t help but smile again, ” Speaking of which, if it weren’t for you, Lord Hou, our human race would have been looked down upon by them in the past two years.”
Huh? I won’t be sleepy if you talk about this.
A look of interest appeared on Chen Luo’s face: “What does it have to do with me?”
Sang Luo considered for a moment and said, “In all fairness, the monster race is also a creature of heaven and has great talents. And because the environment and customs of the monster race are different from those of the human race. Therefore, they also produced their own poetic styles.”
“The most famous of them is the ‘haiku’. This kind of diction was deeply influenced by the non-metrical poems before my Daxuan dynasty, and gradually evolved. Among them The biggest feature is three sentences and one poem, which is short and subtle, and the subtlety can be seen at a glance.”
“For example, in the previous dynasty, a writer came out of the demon tribe, but a banana tree became a demon. I once wrote a haiku—— —”
“Beside the quiet ancient pond, a frog entered the middle of the water, and there was a quiet sound.”
Chen Luo nodded. This haiku is indeed full of fun, especially the word “ring”, which instantly brought the whole description to life.
Sang Luo went on to say: “Although there are haikus, the Yaozu are also very fond of metrical poetry. It’s just that since the last poetry prosperity of our human race ended, there have been few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. There are even rumors among the Yaozu that the human race’s literary style has declined. It is a blank poem filled with rhetoric, no more flourishing poetry, just a moral article, and the magnificence of Confucianism is far better than the brilliance of human Confucianism.”
“In the past few years, there have been a lot of demons and scholars who have come to Lin’an to ask for poetry and lyrics. Where is Lin’an? Le Tian Shengren and Su Poxian both served as prefects here!”
Hearing this, Chen Luo’s heart was also moved, he Thinking of the poetry meeting in the Star Picking Pavilion before entering the Crystal Demon Realm, if he hadn’t made a move at that time, I am afraid that Daxuan would really lose to that Qingqiu white fox that time.
By the way, what’s the name of that demon fox? Forget it, I’m defeated, I don’t remember. I remember it was the white fox or because the little demon left an allusion of “the white fox retreats” for himself.
“However, ever since Lord Hou was born, the ethos of the monster race has been severely suppressed.” Sang Luo said happily, “At first, those monster races were still not convinced, and they clamored to compete with Master Hou. But Hou Ye’s later works are handed down one after another, and they don’t dare to mention the competition with Hou Ye anymore.”
Chen Luo waved his hand: “Oh, poetry and anecdote, it’s not worth mentioning, it’s not worth mentioning Sang Luo sternly said: ”
Master Hou’s words are wrong. Every time Lord Hou writes a poem handed down from generation to generation, the world’s culture will be more important. In a short time, it seems that except for war poems, other poems have no effect. But In the long run, the more cultures there are in the world, the higher the awakening rate of reading talent, and the greater the chance of geniuses appearing in the ethnic group.”
“Therefore, since the four talents Wang Yang Luluo opened the curtain of poetry, hundreds of In 2009, our human race’s poetry was like a vast ocean, almost creating a poetry prosperity that the human race has never had before.”
“This is why Yaoru also cares about poetry.”
Chen Luo’s face straightened, and he cupped his hands: “I’ve been taught. ”
Sang Luo blushed, and hurriedly returned the salute: “Don’t dare to act. But as the little old man said just now, if Lord Hou wants to enter Zehu, this Wing Chun poetry competition is an excellent opportunity.”
Speaking of Here, Sang Luo let out a long breath, and finally sold Guan Zi here without any trace.
“After all, the place where the poetry competition is held is just outside Jingze Lake!”
Chen Luo: (︶︿︶) = At
a young age, it is shameless to play the suspense routine of opening the box at the end!
“Mountain Lord, the purpose of the poetry meeting may be to absorb Wenhua and suppress the demonic energy of the Bodhi Land.” At this time, the monk guarding the mountain sent a divine thought to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo was taken aback, this Si Zhuguo knew about the existence of devil energy?
This is something that the Dapeng family does not know.
There is indeed a problem with this division by country.
After chatting with Sang Luo for another half an hour, he got up to see him off. Sang Luo also euphemistically stated that he had finished his story in Lin’an, so he planned to leave for Hanzhou.
The implication is that Chen Luo’s news will not be revealed. Chen Luo naturally thanked him a lot. In addition to some treasures, he even wrote an article “The Legend of the Eight Immortals”. He happily let go of his anger, and repeatedly stated that he would pass on this manuscript as his family heirloom, and then left happily.
“Old Mastiff.” Chen Luo called out, “Clean up, leave the city tomorrow, and enter the Southern Wilderness!”
“By the way, go to the bookstore to buy ten sets of “Red Dust Records”. I have nothing to read on the way. That book, It’s very well written.”
… the
next day.
An unremarkable carriage wobbled out of Lin’an City and headed for Zhennan Pass.
After running around all day, at sunset, they finally passed the Zhennan Pass of the Human Race.
As soon as you leave Xiongguan, you will be in the Southern Wilderness.
Chen Luo just felt a slight stagnation in his breath, as if the air was more dignified, but he quickly got used to it.
According to the usual practice, Zhennanguan is a so-called “land of courtesy”, that is, neither the human race nor the monster race builds castles and cities within a hundred miles, and only one official road extends. Yaozu territory.
Chen Luo opened the curtain of the car and found that the official road was prosperous, and pedestrians and caravans came and went in an endless stream, many of them were students in Confucian shirts, presumably they were also students who were going to participate in the Si Zhu poetry meeting. This Sang Luo also told Chen Luo that because of the generous rewards of Si Zhuguo, the children of the human race also flocked to him. After all, studying is still very expensive.
Make money by talent, not shabby.
It must be said that the difference is that among these students, there are obviously more transformed monsters and half-demons with the characteristics of the monster race.
After closing the car curtain, Chen Luo picked up the book in his hand. Not “Red Dust Records”, but “Si Zhu Guo Ji Shi”.
After talking with Sang Luo yesterday, Chen Luo became interested in Si Zhuguo, and specially let the mastiff spirit take shape, and took the Wenchang Pavilion’s Great Confucianism brand to the government to get this dossier.
After all, Sang Luo is a commoner, and a lot of information cannot be accessed, and some information must be subject to the official.
As for the Great Confucianism brand in Wenchang Pavilion, Chen Luo has a lot of them.
Skipping the unimportant information, Chen Luo directly found the record of the leader of Si Zhuguo.
“Sizhu Kingdom has three rulers, and King Zhenxuan Sinan confirmed that the three rulers are all pure-blooded saints.”
“The great ruler is a crane in the form of a crane, and his cultivation is between the second rank and the first rank. According to the investigation, it should be the orphan of the Qinglinghe clan that was wiped out thirty years ago.”
“The master of the two kingdoms is a lynx incarnation, and he is a second-rank great sage. Later, he regretted the marriage, and made a three-year fighting agreement, defeating the young master of the Jianhu lineage, thus completely offending the Jianhu lineage.
” The same clan exchanged blood to dig out the marrow, and abandoned Xionggu. When he reappeared, he would beat to death the new Cangxiong young master who changed his blood with the cultivation base of the third-rank great sage, and quit the bear clan. Now the cultivation base is unknown.”
Chen Luo licked his lips , My heart is a good guy.
Let’s just say that this is where the entire protagonist’s Buff is full.
Let’s see, family orphans, ex-married young masters, and bone-digging children, with this configuration, you have to write three separate novels. In this atmosphere, it is difficult to end without unifying the Yaozu!
What kind of division is country by country, it is small, and the structure is small.
But…
an idea popped up in Chen Luo’s mind: these things, they don’t have anything to do with my mysterious third senior brother, right?
Judging from the detailed map of Jingze Lake, the possibility is very high.
The elder brother said that the second elder sister said that the third elder brother was very beautiful, so could it be the great king’s crane?
There is also the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, a little bear demon, with no blood marrow, how can he survive? And in the end, he was able to complete the anti-kill, and he would not believe that there was no expert behind him to kill him.
And whoever has this ability—what if it is a semi-holy of the human race?
teacher!
Just as Chen Luo was thinking wildly, the carriage stopped suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” Chen Luo opened the curtain of the car, but soon understood what happened—
someone was robbed.
Some people are blocking the way and robbing in the “land of profit giving” where the human race and the demon race do not control each other.
A giant python almost 30 to 40 feet long blocked the official road. On the giant python stood a cold-faced young man holding a sign in his hand, and saw that the sign read “Ten taels for crossing the road, counted according to the head. Just make snacks.”
The giant python swallowed the snake letter, exuding a huge monster aura from its body.
It is rare for a person who can honestly pass the official path to be a Confucian-level figure. At this time, seeing that the big snake blocking the way is not expensive, they queue up to pay.
“No one cares?” Chen Luo said casually, and the shopkeeper of a caravan seemed to be next to him and said with a smile, “Little brother, this is the first time you come to Nanhuang.”
“This kind of thing is normal. Ten taels of silver to make a trip?”
“Occasionally, it’s just a few unlucky ones who don’t open their eyes and happen to meet, otherwise there will be no problem. Alas, the monster race is no more messy than our human race.”
“Only ten taels per person. Bear with it.”
At this moment, a strange look appeared on Mastiff Lingling’s face, and she said to Chen Luo: “Master Hou, that big snake is an illusion!”
At this moment, the boy who had been indifferent all the time suddenly turned his head. Glancing at Chen Luo, almost at the same time, Chen Luo frowned. He actually felt a sense of crisis approaching. When he met the young man’s eyes, it seemed that there were not one pair of eyes facing his own, but nine pairs. And Chen Luo’s inner flower forest and birds became restless again.
“Demon energy?” When Chen Luo was in a daze, crystal saliva dripped from the corner of the cold-faced boy’s mouth.
“Old Mastiff!” Chen Luo was about to instruct Mastiff Lingling to subdue the young man, but the young man seemed to sense it, glanced at Mastiff Lingling again, and patted the snake’s head. The big snake raised its tongue, and instantly swung the boy up, and then the big snake opened its mouth, and the boy fell directly into the snake’s belly. Before everyone could cry out in surprise, following the big snake, it seemed to turn into a huge water vapor bubble , exploded with a “bang”, and dissipated in the eyes of everyone. The sign that said Guolu 12 fell to the ground.
All this happened almost in an instant, Mastiff Lingling frowned: “What a brilliant innate escape method, I can’t find any traces. Lord Hou, that kid is not simple.”
Chen Luo nodded slightly, he saw the boy disappearing For a moment, the lips struggled to make a mouth shape, as if saying something to him, and that sentence was——It
smells so good!
My 2022 starts with the high-speed rail driving.
I’ve been running around for the past two days, but I’ll be fine tomorrow…
(End of this chapter)
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