I became a saint with idle books

“Prince An? Wang Bo? Chen Luo was taken aback.

In that time and space in his previous life, Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Binwang formed the “Four Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty”, crossed the sea to visit his father after writing the “Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng”, and fell into the sea and died when he returned at the age of twenty-seven.

In this world, there is naturally Wang Bo, but the fate has not changed. After he climbed the Star Picking Tower, he wrote “Sunset and solitary cranes fly together, autumn water and the sky are the same”, led the team into the crystal demon realm, and then the whole army was destroyed.

History is called the death of the crystal demon.

But that was two hundred years ago!

Chen Luo looked at Wang Zi’an carefully and said, “Are you still alive? ”

As if he hadn’t heard Chen Luo’s words, that prince An said to himself: “Bo knows that he is going to die, so he left this piece of divine soul message, hoping that his later clan can inherit my legacy and escort the spirit back to my human race!” ”

The look of doubt on Chen Luo’s face flashed away, and he knew in his heart that if there was no mistake, the dry bone in the outside world should be Wang Bo, and here, it was just a piece of information left by him.

Chen Luo looked at the merry Wang Bo, a trace of sadness welled up in his eyes, this is that Wang Bo waved his hand, the space changed, Chen Luo raised his head, he was standing under a towering ancient tree, look closely, this towering ancient tree is the dead tree in front of the dry bones in the outside world, and at this time, Wang Bo’s voice also sounded again.

“Everything must start with this ancient tree…”

……

“On that day, I was so energetic that I vowed to lead my comrades to snatch more wood from the barbarians. But…” Wang Bo’s voice was low, “The barbarians actually produced a ‘heart curse’ barbarian spirit, breaking our combined attack array, and I waited for the defeat to escape, strayed into a valley, and saw the ‘Cangyun Ancient Tree’.” ”

Chen Luo’s eyes flashed, as if he saw hundreds of Confucians surrounding the “Ancient Tree of Fortune”, one by one, their faces showing excitement.

Wang Bo’s figure appeared beside Chen Luo, with memories in his eyes, looking at the ancient tree: “How Yunmu was born has always been a mystery, until we discovered the Cangyun Ancient Tree. ”

Chen Luo looked at the ancient tree, and saw a gust of wind blowing through the ancient tree, a crystal point of light was blown up by the wind, and fell on an ordinary tree next to it, the tree absorbed the crystal point of light, and actually gave birth to the power of luck, under Chen Luo’s gaze, it turned into a lucky tree.

Chen Luo’s eyes froze, and he remembered that Kunling.

Wang Bo still said to himself: “This ancient tree has turned into a demon, but the grass and trees have turned into a demon, only essence and qi, and there is no god.” ”

Chen Luo nodded secretly, the seven gourd dolls in the family were in this situation, or did he give them “gods” with the story of “gourd dolls”.

“I reached an agreement with the ancient tree. The ancient tree of Cangyun returned to the Terran with me and the others, and the Terran power gave it a god. It’s just…” Wang Bo’s voice was low, “That ‘heart curse’ brute actually dropped a spell on me and others, and you can hear the conversation I am waiting for.” ”

“I waited to carry the ancient tree of Cangyun, and as soon as I came out of the valley, I was besieged by the barbarians. ”

“Less than half a day before the return, we must protect the ancient tree. ”

The space changed again, and Chen Luo saw that on the Thousand Winds Plain, Confucian was running desperately, and suddenly, someone turned around and shouted: “The barbarian is chasing.” ”

“After the break! ”

In an instant, dozens of Confucians turned around, broke away from the team, and ran towards the barbarians, and in the running, Chen Luo heard them chanting verses one by one——

“The sea fog in Autumn City is heavy, and the ministry is out in the early morning. ”

“Hao Hao Heyuan Tian, dissolved in the Lang Sun. ”

“Only to look at the white sideburns, a little look at the dense clothes. ”

“The road and riding are all divided, and the suburban trees are lost. ”

With the shouting of the verses, a fog grew in an instant, and in this fog, the young Confucians who chanted the verses grew old one by one, their black hair turned snow, their tight skin quickly relaxed, and those originally youthful faces turned into ravines in a blink of an eye. During the run, one by one, they fell to the ground and never got up again.

It’s just that the mist that the poem summons is getting thicker.

……

Again and again, the barbarians rushed out of the fog, and again and again, a group of Confucians would turn around, chanting verses and rushing towards the barbarians without hesitation.

“After the break! ”

“After the break! ”

“After the break! ”

After a break, Confucians became fewer and fewer, until finally, there were only ten people around Wang Bo. Only at this time, the barbarians once again caught up.

Wang Bo’s voice beside Chen Luo was full of sadness: “I am their leader, I should be the first to turn around.” But they put their hopes in me. ”

At this time, among the running figures, nine people resolutely turned around-

“After the break! ”

They rushed towards the barbarians like a tide, and Chen Luo saw clearly that the only person who did not turn around and continued to run was Wang Bo.

……

“There are still last hours left. “I was forced to hide in a valley. ”

At this time, the space was changing, and Chen Luo came to the cave in the outside world where he was before.

“This cave is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the barbarians want to trap me in it. Wang Bo said softly, and Chen Luo saw that Wang Bo in that picture was sitting cross-kneeled and releasing the Cangyun Ancient Tree from the storage bag.

“I can’t go back…” Wang Bo’s voice was full of sadness, “Bo disappointed all of you. ”

“I can’t bring the Cangyun Ancient Tree back to the Terrans. ”

“But! Wang Bo’s voice suddenly became excited, “We didn’t lose!” ”

“We can’t, there will be people who come after! ”

“I reached a second agreement with Cangyun Ancient Tree. ”

“I sacrifice my divine soul to become the ‘god’ of the ancient tree, and it continues to wait, waiting for the Terrans! ”

Chen Luo saw Wang Bo sitting cross-kneeled in front of the ancient tree, chanting words in the air, a cyan light slowly floated out from Wang Bo’s body, and plunged into the ancient tree, the ancient tree suddenly trembled for a moment, and then a crystal light mass was born from the ancient tree, and the light mass continued to twist, and finally turned into the shape of a fish.

That Kunling!

Looking at the birth of Kunling, Wang Bo smiled, his physical body quickly decayed, and finally only a dry bone remained.

At this time, Wang Bo, who was standing beside Chen Luo, bowed deeply to Chen Luo again.

“The Yangtze River has stagnated, and thousands of miles will return. ”

“It’s a high wind and night, and the mountains and yellow leaves fly. ”

With the sound of this homesick song “In the Mountains”, the last message left by Wang Bo finally slowly disappeared.

Chen Luo’s eyes moistened.

For two hundred years, everyone knows about the death of the crystal demon, but no one knows what happened behind the death of the crystal demon. Even for two hundred years, some people have been angrily scolding that group of Confucianists, angrily scolding Wang Bo, thinking that it is their failure and ruining the luck of the Terran race.

Have they ever heard that sound of “Broken Back” that resounded through the sky!

Have they ever seen Wang Bo’s dying smile after resolutely sending out his divine soul!

They may understand the homesickness and pathos of that song “In the Mountains”!

Chen Luo bowed deeply towards the void.

“This time, change us to break the back! ”

……

Outside, Chen Luo opened his eyes.

He looked at Wang Bo’s corpse in front of him, bowed again, took out the storage order, and put it into it, and it seemed that something in his heart had been blocked, uncomfortably tight.

“Why hasn’t Yun Ling seen the Terrans in these two hundred years? ”

“Why do you know so much about the Terrans? ”

“And…” Chen Luo pulled out the beast bone, “How can this map that marks the location of Yun Ling be a barbarian thing?” ”

One question after another hovered in Chen Luo’s heart, at this time, footsteps sounded in the cave passage, Chen Luo turned his head sideways, and saw Ye Dafu, Wang Buhui, Tian Xiangwan and Ji Zhong walking in.

“Xiaoji? Chen Luo saw the seriously injured Ji Zhong at a glance, his face changed greatly, and he quickly rushed forward.

“Who did it! ”

At this moment, red dust burst out, the dead trees rustled and a hurricane seemed to rise out of thin air in the cave.

Chen Luo was furious!

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