I became a saint with idle books

The bustling city of Zhongjing has never been so quiet.

This sudden news made everyone unbelievable.

Even the people who were busy planning and had no time to pay attention to the Linhuang Ring heard the sound of the formation phantom that could be seen everywhere.

The coolies unloaded the heavy goods on their bodies, and the vendors walking the streets stopped in a hurry;

The merchant stopped shouting, and the craftsman stopped his work;

There was a woman holding the child in her arms, her eyes full of hope;

There were down-and-out men who clenched their fists, their eyes full of tears;

The street handle lay on the ground, and the boulder on his chest was unconscious;

The ragged beggar nestled by the wall, and the food in his hand was suddenly not fragrant;

The young child stopped fighting, and the old woman stopped nagging;

The breeze blew through the leaves, and the rustle became the only sound in Zhongjing.

In this silence, there is a force condensing.

This kind of power makes people always uplifted, always smiling, always going forward.

This power is called —

Wish!

……

Dongque Square.

Whether it was the demon clans, magnates, or Da Ru present, they all looked at Chen Luo with burning eyes.

The political minister’s eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment; Fa Xiang looked at Chen Luo seriously for the first time, and his eyes shone with interest.

On the high platform, Ye Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Finally, this Ninety-Five Supreme of the Great Xuan Dynasty broke the silence.

“Chen Aiqing, are you saying that you can let ordinary people also embark on the path of cultivation? ”

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and a red dust qi condensed in his hand.

That cloud of red dust flickered in seven colors, appearing extremely bright, like a fire, attracting everyone’s hearts.

“Joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, and shock, the seven emotions of man. ”

“The world is full of forms, the world is cold, all in the seven emotions. ”

“This colorful qi, I call it red dust qi. ”

“The seven emotions in the book of enlightenment, into the red dust of the rivers and lakes. ”

“Everyone can walk this way! ”

“Before today, Confucianism, Taoist priests, monks…”

“After today, there will be one more person on the path of cultivation. ”

“Takeo! ”

……

“Mother…” At the door of the Yuewei Caotang, a woman of about thirty years old led a child of five or six years old, staring at the image in the air in amazement.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, she brought her child to visit her husband.

A few years ago, her husband followed her classmate to the north, and three months later, her husband’s classmate broke a leg and brought her back a tattered Confucian robe covered with blood.

Zhao Yangshi knew the robe, which her husband had sewn stitch by thread before leaving.

The classmate was trying to snatch back the robe and broke his leg.

“The body was not snatched back, so that there was a place of worship in a cairn and a place of worship. After saying this, the broken leg classmate set out on the road to the north, and since then, she has not seen each other again.

Zhao Yangshi dug the grave, put half of the bloody Confucian robe in, and lay in the grave himself.

She didn’t want to get up, just like dying like this.

However, she found out that she was pregnant!

She wants to live!

Han Xinru gave birth to the child and raised it to the current age.

Zhao Yangshi did not want his child to be mediocre, but he was worried that the child would follow his father’s path.

But I didn’t expect that the child was talented, and the little man secretly taught himself Yawen.

Like a father.

Secretly cried at home all night, and the next day Zhao Yangshi took his children to find his former husband’s enlightenment mentor.

But after some testing, the child did not awaken the talent to read through.

Zhao Yangshi’s heart was relaxed and heartache again.

Just as she walked out of the grass hall, she heard Chen Luo’s words spread through the magic array.

“Niang…” the child shook Zhao Yangshi’s hand, he could see that his mother was unhappy and wanted to make her happy, so he stretched out his hand, “Look, I have it too!” ”

After speaking, a wisp of colorful qi the size of bean sprouts condensed on the child’s palm, flickering and swaying.

“You… How can there be such a colorful atmosphere? Zhao Yangshi was shocked, squatted down, and asked.

Seeing Zhao Yangshi’s reaction so big, the child was frightened and said, “Grandpa Li next door has a lot of newspapers, he showed me…”

“Do you understand? ”

The child shook his head: “I don’t understand.” Grandpa Li told me that he said that a group of people snatched a treasure and then they were fighting. I am happy when I see good people win, and uncomfortable when I see bad people win. I looked at it, and there was this thing. ”

Zhao Yangshi looked at the somewhat nervous child, suddenly laughed, laughed and laughed and cried again. She held the child tightly in her arms and used all her strength, as if this would prevent him from leaving her side.

The child was held uncomfortable, did not shout, gently patted the child’s back: “The mother does not cry.” Can I cultivate anymore? In the future, I can be like my father, to kill the barbarians and protect my mother…”

When Zhao Yangshi heard this, he cried even louder, and muttered uncontrollably: “My son… My son…”

……

“I have! I have! A drunk who looked like a fallen literati rushed out of the liquor store, and his palm condensed this colorful qi the size of a green bean.

“If it weren’t for Wan Amber’s reminder, I wouldn’t have found red dust in my body! The drunken man looked up to the sky and laughed, “I can cultivate!” I’m ready to practice—” He shouted, tears streaming back from his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the same sound sounded everywhere in Zhongjing, like a thunder explosion one after another.

“I have it too! ”

“I have it too! ”

“It’s so faint that I didn’t even notice it! ”

“Hugh is going to talk nonsense! Wan Anbo just wrote a book, not finished, you just read it again, naturally weak. ”

“Hahahaha, I’m Takeo! ”

“I’m also Takeo! ”

“Takeo! Takeo! ”

……

Even in the East Que campus, everyone could hear the roar of surprise coming from all directions.

Some of the great Confucians had excitement on their faces, and they were not worried that martial arts would rob the source of Confucian Dao, because those who truly awakened the talent of reading through must be Confucianism first.

After all, Confucianism can be sanctified.

Moreover, Chen Luo’s books they also read, unlike the Taoist and Buddhist scriptures are another system, but they are also full of literary atmosphere.

This is equivalent to a cousin of Confucianism.

They probed a little and found that they also had a trace of red dust in their bodies. That red dust qi can not be repelled with Haoran righteous qi, which shows this point even more.

What they thought more was that if everyone could practice martial arts, even if Chen Luo only opened three thousand miles of martial arts and cultivated to the heavens to match the combat power of the Chengshi Realm, the foundation of the Terran would double!

For a while, all the great Ru were full of vigor and looked at the demon mission.

If they show the slightest sign of doing something, they blast them to death.

The current Chen Luo is much more important than a demon mission.

Move it and try it!

The demon envoy, which obviously sensed the change in the tense, seemed to feel that the Great Confucian seat in front of it turned into the Wancheng Mountain in the north, and immediately took the initiative to converge the demon qi in its body, for fear of causing a misunderstanding.

The old Shijia Da Ru trembled his hands, reached out and grabbed it in front of him, and the space in front of him was suddenly distorted, and Shi Jia Da Ru went deep into the void and took out a bamboo tablet from it.

He spread out the bamboo Jane, pulled out the brush that fixed the crown from his head, gasified the ink, and wrote on the bamboo Jane –

“The forty-sixth year of the Great Xuan calendar, autumn, the fifth day of the first month of October. Da Xuan Wan’an Bo Chen Luo fought with the demon race, and the four songs were written in spring, summer, autumn and winter, Wen Cheng had a vision, and the holy tree was a gift, and people did not think that they were immortals. From time to time, the disciple Lü Shi Dazhi ignored the great righteousness and coerced Wan Anbo. Wan Anbo True Emperor, preaching the world, opening the fourth cultivation path for the Terrans, known as: Wu! ”

“This record should be the beginning of martial arts! ”

“Sima Yi Vein, weeping blood to inject, ten thousand lives must not change! ”

After speaking, that Sima Daru hammered his chest, spewed out a mouthful of the blood of the Shijia Mantra bred by Haoran Righteousness, spit on that bamboo Jian, and the bamboo Jian’s blood flickered, and then slowly submerged into the void.

Lu Dazhi in the crowd was suddenly dizzy, feeling that the Haoran righteous qi in his body was about to leave him, and his body emitted a disgusting smell. Suddenly shouted “I’m wrong” and fainted to the ground, unknown personnel.

This is the historian who nailed him to the pillar of shame in the history books with the power of Sima Half-Saint lineage.

Shijia Shen Tong, 10,000 years of stench!

……

On the jade high platform, Song Qizhi and Wen Sheng fell from mid-air, each lined up behind Chen Luo to the left and right, as if protecting the road. The eyes of the two passed through the teleportation array, as if through the endless void, and exchanged countless gazes.

They were telling everyone that behind Chen Luo, there was standing Wenchang Pavilion, standing a bamboo forest!

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing, who was standing on the side and did not dare to make any moves, and smiled faintly: “Young Lord Qingqing, let’s go down, it’s time for martial arts…”

Purple Pen Literature