I became a saint with idle books

“Fang Xiujie” looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong, even though he had already entered the saint, his heart was still turbulent.

“Spring and Autumn Phantom! You are a Confucian, how can you summon the phantom of “Spring and Autumn”! “Fang Xiujie” was full of righteous energy, and the attacks at the peak of the Fuzi Realm all shot towards Ji Zhong, but all the attacks fell into the light emitted by the phantom of “Spring and Autumn”, as if falling into an endless river of time, and all disappeared.

The bamboo scroll of the phantom of “Spring and Autumn” was completely opened, and the words engraved on it flickered one by one, and then, those flickering Yawen characters floated out from the bamboo tablet and fell into Ji Zhong’s body.

The righteous qi in Ji Zhong’s body suddenly skyrocketed!

“Spring and autumn bet on me! This is Spring and Autumn Note Me! At this time, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked in his heart, this kind of scene, he had only seen in the history books.

Under the Confucian half-saint, the two strongest divine powers, Spring and Autumn Note Me, I Note Spring and Autumn!

It is said that Shi Zheng Qiu Zhu Me, will summon the power of the most holy Confucianism for his own use, and once a Great Confucian of the Right Heart used Spring and Autumn to inject me and cross the steps to kill a barbarian barbarian god.

It’s just that these two magical powers are too difficult.

It is difficult for one or two generations, and not necessarily one person can master it.

But Ji Zhong is just a Confucian student, and he hasn’t even seen Shushan Xuehai, how can he show it?

……

At this time, as the spring and autumn pen and ink flew into Ji Zhong’s body, Ji Zhong’s breath continued to climb, and soon broke through Confucianism and entered the Fuzi realm, followed by breaking through the enlightenment realm master, reaching the enlightenment realm master, and then breaking through from the enlightenment realm master to the preaching realm master, but this momentum did not stop.

“Fang Xiujie” looked horrified, during the “Spring and Autumn Note Me” cast, it took at least the power of a half-saint to attack the other party, and now he was just a trace of divine soul possession, exerting the strength of a preacher.

“You’re crazy! The old voice shouted, “Stop! You simply can’t withstand the power of the Spring and Autumn Great Art, your Confucian heart will collapse, and you are not far from death! ”

Ji Zhong didn’t pay attention to it at all, the aura on his body continued to grow, and in an instant, he came to the peak of the master of the Missionary Realm, and was advancing towards the Great Ru.

At this time, the power of the collapse in the sky above the collapse realm began to gather, and a huge oppressive force emanated.

“Fang Xiujie” was shocked: “Stop!” You can break through a whole great realm, at least reach the right state of mind in the future, and even canonization has a certain hope. ”

“You stop, worship the old man as a teacher, enter our house, and our family will do everything in your power to help you become holy in a hundred years!” ”

“As long as you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, the old man will leave immediately!” You stop! ”

Ji Zhong opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the crazy “Fang Xiujie”, continued to close his eyes, the breath on his body still kept rising, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, Ji Zhong’s cultivation had broken through the master’s realm.

At this time, a thunderous explosion sounded in the clouds of collapse in the sky.

“Fang Xiujie” shouted; “Stop, if you arrive in Da Ru, it will lead to the collapse of the collapse realm, do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?”

Hearing the words “Fang Xiujie”, the breath on Ji Zhong’s body suddenly froze, he looked up at the collapsed clouds in the sky, let out a long breath, and the Spring and Autumn Shadow behind him slowly dissipated.

Ji Zhong’s eyes were like electricity at this time, looking at “Fang Xiujie”, raised the broken sword in his hand, and at the broken blade, a mighty righteous qi emerged, re-transforming into a three-foot iron sword.

Ji Zhong at this time, half-step Great Ru!

“Fang Xiujie” showed a fierce look: “Boy, “Spring and Autumn” has passed away, it’s just a half-step big ru, you can’t stop me!” ”

“Fang Xiujie” was covered in blue and black righteous qi vented out, pressing towards Ji Zhong like a sea of mountains, and even the ground was blown up three inches where the huge wave of righteous qi passed. That huge wave of righteous qi rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if he wanted to shoot Ji Zhong alive.

Master realm Confucianism is not taught.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath, and all the righteous qi in his body was concentrated in the long sword in his hand, and he slashed down fiercely towards the oncoming wave of righteous qi.

It seems to be the first light that opens up the world in chaos!

That Qingqi sword light was extremely sharp, and it collided head-on with the huge wave of righteous qi, but the castration did not stagnate at all, and it moved forward.

In the next blink of an eye, a trail of blood flowed from the middle of Fang Xiujie’s forehead.

“The Sword of Peace? The old voice also gradually weakened, “This is the Sword of Peace!” ”

“You fool, the capital of canonization, actually died here to stop me! ”

“You fool! Idiot! ”

The old voice seemed to release his endless anger, but the voice gradually disappeared, and when the voice dissipated, Fang Xiujie’s body suddenly cracked, and it was split in half, and the blue and black righteous qi covering the body suddenly turned into a flame, burning wildly, completely turning Fang Xiujie’s body into ashes.

It’s as if the world doesn’t have this person.

At the same time, Ji Zhong’s body shook and fell to the ground, and he felt that the strength and vitality of his body were rapidly fading. It was as if he heard the sound of something breaking in his heart.

Ji Zhong leaned against the mountain stone, no longer had the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand, and he found that his heart was beating slower and slower, and his eyelids were getting heavier.

“Gongzi, Xiao Ji can only escort you here…”

Ji Zhong no longer had the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand, and his clothes were already ragged by the impact, just like when he first saw Chen Luo.

Ji Zhong was in a trance, as if he saw the back of a broken leg, and that back gave him a thumbs up.

“Silly master…”

Ji Zhong muttered with his last strength and slowly closed his eyes…

……

“Big Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Wake up! Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and a skinny head came up to him, “That fool is here again.” ”

When Ji Zhong heard this, he quickly lifted the broken animal skin, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.

He, Ji Zhong, is ten years old this year, the first child of Jiazi Street in the southern district of the dead Ji Ren.

It was nothing else, the iron sword in his hand.

When several skinny children saw Ji Zhong, they all rushed over, and Ji Zhong counted with his hand, not bad, not a single one was missing.

“Very well, it seems that the food given by that fool is not addicted and poisoned. Ji Zhong nodded, “Go, follow me to get food again.” ”

The children shouted excitedly and followed Ji Zhong to the streets of Jiazi Street.

……

This is the collection of the dead, located in Mangzhou, but outside the Great Wall defense line of Mangzhou.

In the early years, some of the outposts here were set up to anticipate barbarian invasions, and because the death rate was too high, some death row prisoners were stationed here.

The imperial court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, they would be pardoned, and countless death row prisoners came here voluntarily for a hope of survival.

More people came, and the outpost became a market town. Because all people are outlaws, they are also called the set of the dead.

With the retirement of time, this undead set gradually appeared the second generation and the third generation, but this is a place without royal law, and many children have just been born without parents.

Ji Zhong is one of them.

Ji Zhong didn’t remember who his parents were, but before he died, he met Ji Zhong, who was less than six years old, and threw his iron sword to him.

“Lao Tzu has a son, dead, you kowtow to Lao Tzu, just be Lao Tzu’s son, and continue the incense for Lao Tzu.” This sword can be regarded as a relic given to you by Lao Tzu. ”

Ji Zhong honestly kowtowed, not for this sword, but for the “rabbit cub” that he had been called for many years, and that day, he finally had a name.

Ji Zhong!

He spent three days, carved a pit, buried the cheap daddy in it, and returned to Koshi Street in the southern district with the iron sword almost as tall as him.

Since he secretly stabbed this sword into the brain of a punk who wanted to snatch the sword in the middle of the night, no one had come to plot his iron sword anymore, and he inexplicably became the most admired child king in the entire street…

……

Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and sure enough, he saw an uncle with a beard sitting under a big tree, he looked very bold, that is, the trouser tube of his right leg was empty, and the wind blew up.

Of course, this is not important, what matters is that he has fragrant dough cakes in front of him.

When the uncle saw Ji Zhong and the others, he smiled and stretched out his hand to greet: “Xiao Ji, come quickly, the freshly baked dough cake is still hot.” ”

The other children all looked at Ji Zhong, and Ji Zhong nodded like an adult, and those children pounced, blowing the dough cake while stuffing it into their mouths.

“Slow down, all of them, all of them. The uncle greeted them warmly, and then looked at Ji Zhong, who was walking at the end, “Xiao Ji, yesterday you promised to eat my meal, and everyone will follow me to read the book for two hours.” ”

Ji Zhong sat down next to the big tree: “Give us food, and beg us to read, I’m afraid you’re not a fool.” ”

The uncle laughed: “Yes, not a fool, who will gather the dead!” ”

……

Spring and autumn come, and two years have passed.

A college was built in the Dead Collection.

The fool was like a bird picking ears of wheat, holding the only remaining leg, and constantly tricked some children into the academy with white flour cakes and taught them to read.

It’s not that no one came to cause trouble, but until that time, Ji Zhong knew that the strength of that fool was terrifying.

I heard that he was a student of the “Taiping Academy”, and that leg was broken by the barbarians when saving the relics of his classmates.

You say silly or not? People are dead, why are they robbing things?

Later, he was wounded on the battlefield and survived. Someone offered him the Yangzhou that he had given as an official, but he refused, saying that he was going to come to the Dead Gathering to open the Academy.

You say silly or not?

The people in the collection of the dead called him a fool behind his back. These children are better, call him a fool.

“Silly master, why did you come to the Dead Collection? Ji Zhong walked to the fool’s side, took over the work of kneading the dough, and asked.

The fool was happy, took out a bag of dry cigarettes from his arms, lit it, took a puff, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said: “I met a man who walked out of your dead collection. ”

He said his children were still in the dead gathering. He wanted his children to go to school. I promised him. ”

“But that kid, the next charge is dead. I didn’t know who his children were, so I had to come and teach them all. ”

“No way, I promised someone else! ”

Ji Zhong pouted: Fool!

The fool gently patted the back of Ji Zhong’s head: “Respect the teacher!” ”

……

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed, and Ji Zhong was fourteen years old.

This year, he started in “Spring and Autumn”, released his righteous qi, and became a Confucian student.

The fool smiled happier than him and said, “I have a friend named Zhang Qifeng, I will write you a letter, you go to him.” He is a student of Zhongjing Oriyu Academy and will include you in the academy. ”

Ji Zhong pouted: “I want to go to Taiping Academy.” ”

The fool shook his head: “Taiping Academy is not for you!” Listen to me. ”

Ji Zhong still wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded outside – the barbarians are killing!

Ji Zhong had a giggle in his heart, Taiping for many years, almost everyone deliberately forgot that the reason why the Dead Collection was called the Dead Collection was because there were all outlaws here.

In addition, everyone in the Great Wall treated them as dead people!

“Quick, quick, quick! The fool suddenly stood up and shouted outside, “Everyone, hide in the secret passage!” ”

Ji Zhong reacted to this, and quickly rushed into the yard, grabbed the children who were running around one by one, opened the secret passage, and stuffed people into it one by one.

This is what the fool has been doing for years, he said, “It is better to dig a well than to plan before the rain.” ”

Sometimes, a fool is not stupid!

Secret passages, only children know. Because if it is passed out, with the atmosphere of gathering the dead, the secret passage is not a secret passage.

After sending all the children of the academy into the secret passage, Ji Zhong found the fool standing at the door of the academy.

“Silly master, everyone is hiding, you also come in.” Ji Zhong ran to the fool’s side and pulled his sleeves, but the fool who would have followed him with a gentle pull was now like a big tree, firmly rooted in place.

“Ji Zhong, you also go to hide, Master, don’t go in. ”

“Nope! For some reason, a big fear suddenly welled up in Ji Zhong’s heart, he tugged on his master’s sleeve, dragged it in the direction of the secret passage, tears gushed out, “You have broken a leg, what kind of hero are you!” You’re dead, what are we going to do! Don’t go, don’t go! ”

The foolish master touched Ji Zhong’s head: “No way, master, I, promised this heaven and earth.” ”

“You have to keep your promises! ”

“Shit-credit. When people die, there is nothing, you go with me, you go with me…” Ji Zhong dragged the fool to death.

The fool squatted down and said, “Ji Zhong, you hide quickly.” The master is going, do you want the master to break his trust? Breaking faith in me is worse than death! ”

“But… But…” Ji Zhong lowered his head, tears could not stop staying, “What promise, more important than life!” ”

The fool did not speak, and Ji Zhong finally let go of his hand.

“This, for you…” Ji Zhong untied the iron sword that he never left his body from his waist, “You promised me that you would return the sword to me!” ”

The fool drew his sword and praised: “Good sword!” ”

“Such a good sword, of course I will return it to you! ”

The fool smiled, holding the sword, a green qi came out under the empty trouser tube, and the fool let go of his crutches and rushed out of the academy in a spirited manner.

Ji Zhong did not hide in the secret passage, he climbed the wall of the academy and watched the limping back disappear from his sight.

He could only hear the voice of a fool in heaven and earth——

“The students of Taiping Academy are here, barbarians have always suffered death! ”

……

I don’t know how long it took, someone opened the secret passage and rescued all the children hiding inside.

The barbarians repelled, and a court official wrote to cancel the collection of the dead, and to bring all the survivors back to the Great Wall.

Ji Zhong held the gate of the academy and refused to leave.

He believed that the fool would return.

He said, to return the sword to himself.

He won’t break his word.

……

A few days later, a group of bloodied Confucians appeared in front of Ji Zhong.

At the same time, handed to Ji Zhong, there was also a broken iron sword.

“The master of the sword, with the art of opening the peace, killed a brute general. ”

“This sword was found on the body of the brute general. There is a divine thought on it. ”

“Let us bring you this sword. ”

“Child, can you tell me the name of my dead compatriot? ”

Ji Zhong slowly stood up, took the broken sword from the other party’s hand, and said softly——

“Fool. ”

……

Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall, no longer breathing.

His heart had stopped beating.

The clouds of collapse in the sky did not seem to find an object to vent on, and slowly dispersed.

Suddenly, there were footsteps.

One person, two people, three people…

That step is hurried.

Ji Zhong’s fingers suddenly moved, and then a red dust qi in his body suddenly shot towards his heart.

As if the heart had received an electric shock, there was suddenly a hint of tremor.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of red dust shot into the heart.

“Boom… Knock knock… Knock knock…”

The sound of the heart gradually sounded, like beating a drum.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed in the direction of the incoming person, until he saw that the coming person was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Buhui, and Ye Dafu, which was relieved.

Ye Dafu was the first to rush up, holding Ji Zhong who was about to fall, looking at Ji Zhong’s bloody miserable state, gritting his teeth and asking, “Who did it!” ”

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: “I killed it.” ”

Tian Xiangwan also took a step forward and asked, “What about Wan Anbo?” ”

Ji Zhong turned his head and looked at the cave in the belly of the mountain.

……

Chen Luo seemed to be caught in a fog, he couldn’t see the road ahead, he couldn’t identify the direction, there was no sound, no one responded, he could only walk forward by feeling.

I don’t know how long I walked, the fog suddenly cleared, and he saw a green-robed Confucian with his back to him, seemingly thinking about something.

Chen Luo stepped forward cautiously and saluted: “Under Chen Luo, dare to ask Your Excellency…”

The green-robed figure returned to his senses, a relieved smile appeared on his young but vicissitudes face, and he also saluted Chen Luo back, saying: “In Xia Zi’an, I have seen the same clan!” ”

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