I became a saint with idle books

“This… This song…” The Shijia Daru had an incredulous look on his face, “Broken intestines! This is a gut-breaking song! ”

As soon as Shijia Da Ru’s words came out, all the Da Ru nodded one after another: “In the previous dynasty, Bai Lotian wrote ‘Jun buried the mud and bones under the spring, I sent the world full of snow’, Fang knew that there were still broken intestine poems in the world; and until Su Poxian shed tears, waving ‘ten years of life and death, not thinking, self-forgetting’, the world appeared to break the intestines, I did not expect that today, the demon race was aggressive, and actually forced Wan Anbo out of a ‘broken intestine song’!” ”

“Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, west winds, thin horses, broken intestines, the end of the world… It’s wonderful, it’s sad…”

“This song reminds me of Wen Dao’s ‘Chicken Sound Maodian Moon, Human Trail Banqiao Frost’ word and word brocade, the words are excellent! ”

The old man didn’t think so. The first three sentences of dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads west wind thin horses. Although it is also a clever hand, it writes the bleakness of autumn, but the key is the last two sentences, one ‘the setting sun is in the west’, the nine autumn scenes are taken together, and the last sentence ‘broken intestines are in the end of the world’, which perfectly integrates the heart and the eyes of the scene, which creates this broken intestine song! ”

“Huh? And what do you know… It turned out to be Liu Daru! ”

“Guys, look, the holy page has changed…”

……

At this time, on the jade high platform, the Spring and Autumn Holy Page with “Autumn View” written on it was constantly trembling, and wicker shadows emerged from the Holy Page, turning into the appearance of a willow tree in an instant. Almost at the same time, a silent coercion covered the entire Zhongjing City, and everyone looked at the willow tree and felt that a stone was pressed on their hearts.

The willow tree was not tall or big, but in the eyes of everyone, it filled the line of sight, like a towering giant tree. Almost at the same time, the ministers of culture, politics, and law stood up when they were the same, and their bodies were full of righteousness. Out of nowhere, several figures flew out, protecting Ye Heng and Ye Qu’s side, looking at the breath on his body, it seemed to be a great Ru.

When Bai Qingqing saw the willow shadow, his face also changed, and he quickly knelt down and said respectfully: “Little fox Bai Qingqing, I have seen Liu Zu!” ”

The willow tree shook for a while, turning into an old man who didn’t know how old he was, and the whole person was too old to describe as years. He first glanced at Bai Qingqing and thought for a while before saying, “You are the half-demon little fox who asked for the holy page at the old immortal branch? ”

Bai Qingqing hurriedly said: “It’s the little fox!” ”

Willow nodded and looked at Chen Luo again: “Little fellow, there is a smell on you that I am familiar with.” ”

Chen Luo was about to speak, when suddenly a figure flashed beside Chen Luo, it was Song Quzhi.

That Song Qianzhi’s face was solemn, he took a step forward, half blocked Chen Luo behind him, and said with his hands: “I have seen Liu Zu, the family master Bamboo Saint Yu Wuji, this is my little junior brother Chen Luo.” ”

Liu Zu was not surprised by Song Qizhi’s sudden appearance, but thought about it again: “Yu Wuji… Oh, is Xiaozhuzi’s friend, Xiaozhuzi brought him to meet the old age, is a good boy, he is sanctified? ”

Immediately, Liu Zu shook his head again: “That’s it, these are not important, you should not be nervous.” ”

He looked past Song Qiuzhi and looked at Chen Luo: “This song of autumn thoughts is beneficial to old age, and old age is specially to thank you.” ”

After speaking, Liu Zu stretched out his finger, and a little in the void, a jade-like willow leaf appeared out of thin air. The moment that willow leaf appeared, Bai Qingqing’s heart shook, trying to suppress his impulse to snatch.

The willow leaf floated in front of Chen Luo, and Liu Zu said again: “Your master has also had this thing, you are better than him, and you look like a good boy…” Saying that, the willow leaf floated to Chen Luo’s right hand, and the blue light flashed, and it fell into Chen Luo’s body, and in an instant, a willow leaf tattoo appeared on the back of Chen Luo’s right hand, Chen Luo’s mind moved, and the tattoo disappeared again.

Seeing that Chen Luo had accepted the benefits, Liu Zu nodded again and looked at Bai Qingqing: “This song can be described as the ancestor of Qiu Si, you have not lost unjustly.” ”

Bai Qingqing bowed her head obediently: “Yes.” ”

Liu Zu looked at the viewing platform again, but his gaze did not sweep towards the top Great Xuan Emperor Ye Heng, but fell on Wen Xiang for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then dissipated in place.

At the same time that Liu Zu disappeared, the inexplicable sense of depression also dissipated. Everyone unconsciously let out a long breath.

“Vin… Wen Xiang, that is…” Ye Heng asked, he forced himself to calm down, his fingers were still trembling slightly unconsciously, others did not feel it, but as Ye Heng, who was responsible for the Great Xuan National Fortune, he could clearly feel the great oppression, as if facing the Dao of Heaven.

“Back to Your Majesty, that’s Liu Zu! Wen Xiang turned around, saluted, and said, “One of the Heavenly Dao Holy Trees, its existence is extremely ancient, and it is said that it was transformed by the essence of building wood that ran through Yin and Yang back then. ”

“This should be the vision ‘Gift of the Holy Tree’. Wen Xiang smiled bitterly, “I just didn’t expect that kid to recruit the ancestor of the Holy Tree…”

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“Holy Tree Gift! This is a gift from the Holy Tree! Shijia Da Ru, who reacted, suddenly cheered, “Wen has a miracle skill, the holy tree gift!” Hahahaha, the last time the old man saw the gift of the holy tree, it was Cao Daru’s ‘Seal the marquis with Jun Mo’s words, and he will achieve ten thousand bones’! ”

“Sima Daru, don’t say any more. Have you ever seen a gift from a sacred tree that attracts the ancestor of the holy tree? The old man remembered that the last time the ancestor of the holy tree appeared, it was Su Poxian’s ‘When is the bright moon, ask the wine to Qingtian’, and further on, there was only Du Bansheng’s “Ascending”. But whether it was Su Poxian or Du Banshen, they were already half-saints when they wrote the poems! ”

“Guys, have you noticed that none of these four songs have a name! ”

One word awakens the dreamer!

In everyone’s minds, they suddenly thought of Cheng Qingzhu, the soldier who had now led the troops to leave Zhongjing.

“Yongzhu and Gift of Soldiers to Ten Thousand Cheng City”!

“Yonghua II Gives Troops to Ten Thousand Cheng City”!

That old fellow, when he left, specially arranged two rows of Confucian students and chanted aloud.

Shaft, superficial!

All the great ru looked at the Spring and Autumn Saint Page that radiated light on the stage and was suspended in mid-air.

What a fragrance!

……

“Wan Anbo, you can take this Qiu Siqu… Song retreated! What are you doing! Wen Xiang smiled lightly, and was about to ask, but suddenly his face changed, and he asked sharply.

On the high platform, Song Shuzhi carefully stuffed the scroll number of the holy page with the Qiu Siqu written on it into his sleeve, ignored Wen Xiang’s questioning, and said to Chen Luo: “The original composition of this song is extremely precious, I am afraid that there will be evil people to remember.” Senior brother take it for you! ”

“Hmm! ”

“Song retreat! This song was composed by Wen Huan, and the original manuscript should be preserved in my Wenchang Pavilion! A group of Wenchang Pavilion Daru shouted.

“Look, villain! Song Qizhi gave Chen Luo a look.

Wen Xiang frowned: “Song retreat, put down the original!” After speaking, one hand grabbed Song Qizhi, and the original holy page in Song Qiuzhi’s arms trembled non-stop.

Song Qizhi sneered, and a turquoise bamboo appeared out of thin air in his hand, and when he hit it in the void, there was a burst of explosions. Wen Xiang’s outstretched palm trembled, and the divine power that had just been released was interrupted abruptly.

“Second Senior Sister Eighteen Skills, One Stick Quiet”!

Taking advantage of this time, Song Quzhi’s left foot stomped on the ground, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant!

……

Wen Xiang’s face was ugly, he didn’t grab it before he robbed the soldiers, and now he didn’t grab it with Song Qizhi.

Good gas!

Obviously I came first!

At this time, Wen Xiang also lost patience and looked at Bai Qingqing: “White demon envoy, this round can announce the results, right?” ”

Bai Qingqing also came back from a series of world changes at this time, she glanced deeply at Chen Luo, and suddenly smiled, and she was incomprehensible for a moment.

“Wan Anbo is talented, little fox worship! The Terrans are indeed rich in treasures, and people are brilliant and spiritual. This time, my demon clan admits defeat! ”

Bai Qingqing’s charming appearance of admitting defeat instantly spread throughout the capital through the legal array, and cheers erupted everywhere throughout Zhongjing.

……

“Wan Anbo is mighty! ”

“Wan An Bowen Yun Changlong! ”

“Wan Anbo is my pride in Zhongjing! ”

“Wan Amber is awesome! ”

“Wan Amber took that little fox…”

Well? It seems that something strange is mixed in with the cheers!

……

“And slow! ”

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up from the viewing table and asked questions in a loud voice, and the voice also spread out with the Dharma Array——

“The old man congratulates Wan An Bo on taking the ring! ”

But the old man was puzzled, when did Wan Anbo become a Confucian? When did this mighty righteousness come from hard reading! ”

“Please also ask Wan Amber to solve the confusion! ”

The cheers stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Chen Luo again…

Purple Pen Literature