I became a saint with idle books

The cold wind is like a knife.

The blue light flashed in the eyes of Han Qingzhu, the Great Xuan Soldier, standing on the observation deck of Wancheng Mountain, looking at the blood qi rising up into the sky in the far distance, not being dispersed by the violent wind, frowning slightly.

“The barbarians have increased their troops again. ”

Han Qingzhu’s words fell, and a figure appeared behind him. The man was tall and thin, wearing a washed white Confucian robe fluttering in the wind, hunting and hunting. His cheekbones are high, his face is like an axe chisel, and he is cold and resolute, giving people a feeling of not being angry and self-threatening. He looked about fifty years old, but his hair was slightly gray, and his sparse stubble exuded the vicissitudes of maturity, but his eyes shone with a dazzling light.

Zhen Genji, Northern King.

Xin abandons the disease!

Xin Qiqian heard Han Qingzhu’s words, and said lightly: “Lang Feixian has sent news that this time the barbarian’s actions are suspected to be related to the Barbarian Heavenly Temple, but the specific matter, he is still investigating. ”

Han Qingzhu let out a long breath: “Frost, solid ice.” ”

Xin Qiqian nodded, and also looked at the cloud of blood and smoke in the distance.

“Only war! ”

……

Nakakyo.

You can’t see the blood and qi of the Northland here, nor can you hear the strange roar of the barbarians on the barbarian plain, and the street is still a bustling and busy scene.

The vendors desperately added firewood to the stove, as if only the fire in this stove could drive away the chill on the street.

The morning tea houses everywhere have long begun the narration of today’s “The Legend of the Condor Heroes”, and at this time, all five of the five masters in the book appeared, it was serialized to the great changes in Peach Blossom Island, and the four monsters in Jiangnan died. At this moment, the tea houses everywhere want to talk about how Huang Rong in the Iron Gun Temple debunked Ouyang Feng’s tricks step by step and returned his innocence, so it was even more popular.

Chen Luo lay asleep in the carriage and went back to sleep, and he must sit next to Chen Luo’s leg with Xiao Qi, hammering hard, looking at Ye Dafu with a burst of envy.

“Little Seven, Fat Grandpa’s shoulders are also quite sore, you come to pinch Fat Grandpa. ”

Xiao Qiyi spread his hands: “A piece of Heavenly Dao Crystal, an hour.” ”

Ye Dafu’s heart trembled, is this a massage? This is naked robbery!

Can’t afford to spend.

“One hundred and twenty hours, how is it? Ye Dafu tried to fool Xiao Qi.

“One hundred taels is the price of my eldest sister. I went back and told her. ”

Ye Dafu instantly remembered the little red-clothed girl who plucked the weeping willow upside down and carried a large millstone, and quickly shook his head.

Forget it, the fat grandfather’s body can’t eat the bones.

Chen Luo opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Dafu: “Dafu, that Yan family really speaks words?” If I regain the power of the “Fishing Chart” in the inscription, will I give it? ”

“It’s not going to be a temporary remorse, is it? ”

Ye Dafu quickly shook his head: “No, no, the reputation of the Yan Sheng family is still reliable.” ”

“The fishing in the “Fishing Chart” is a self-portrait of Yan Sheng, and its power, in addition to the paintings from Yan Sheng, but also Liu Wenzong’s poems, poetry and painting combination, has that power. Therefore, Yan Liu and the two have always held it in turn. ”

“Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong intersected for half their lives, and at that time, someone joked that ‘Yan does not leave the willow, the willow does not leave the willow’, and ‘Yan body and the willow shadow’. Later, Yan Sheng fell into the trap of the barbarians in order to help Liu Wenzong canonize, resulting in the Holy Fall. “Fishing Chart” was also tainted in that battle. ”

Liu Wenzong threw the painting back to the Yan family with his last breath. The Liu family then offered to give up ownership of the “Fishing Chart” three times, but the Yan family refused three times. ”

“The Yan family is still sparing no effort to restore Liu Wenzong’s poetry. ”

“The words of the Yan family are that Yan and Willow are one, and no willow is not Yan. ”

“Later, the Liu family went to the disaster in a brutal disaster, and the Yan family was even more reluctant to monopolize this “Fishing Map”, so everyone who could restore the “Fishing Map” was given away by the picture. ”

“So, as long as the eldest brother can write a poem comparable to Liu Wenzong, you can take away that half-holy treasure. ”

Chen Luo nodded slightly, so to speak, the Yan family would rather give up a half-saint treasure than leave a little bit of possible criticism in the description of the Yan Liu family.

It really deserves to be a family of saints.

“But aren’t there other great Confucians or half-saints who are motivated? Chen Luo asked.

In this world, there are characters like Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Li Qingzhao, and Liu Sanchange, and he really doesn’t believe that the “Fishing Chart” has never been able to find a matching poem, waiting for him to pick up the leak.

“It’s not that there is no half-saint end, but strangely, at most, it can only raise that Fishing Chart to the level of the Great Ru Wenbao. ”

“It is said that a half-saint once said ‘Yan Ti Liu Ying’ halfway through writing, then put down his pen and left directly. ”

Since then, no Half-Saint has tried to complete it. ”

After Chen Luo listened, his heart was flustered, this is clearly that there is a pit in it!

Hey, forget it, it’s a big deal that you can’t write it, anyway, the lost registration fee is from Ye Dafu.

Well, thinking about it this way, the mood is much calmer.

Be called out early in the morning, make up for sleep first!

……

Fifty miles south of the city, there is a Danqing Zhuang here, which is where the Yan Sheng family’s other courtyard is located.

The inscription will be held here.

At this time, in Danqingzhuang, in addition to the head of the Yan Sheng family and several sect elders, there were also many great Confucians who were invited to testify.

“Yan Blacksmith, did the person who came to inscribe the poem today read it? A great Confucian asked the head of the Yan family. This Yan family master, whose real name is Yan Tianbing, is the best at painting all kinds of weapons, often unfolding the scroll, and suddenly the golden iron horse in the scroll, ten thousand arrows in unison, so he is also nicknamed “Yan Blacksmith” by friends.

“Today, Wan Anbo Chen Luo will also come. Yan Tianbing said with a smile, “The old man thinks he should be able to pass the first layer of tests. ”

“Chen Luo? When a great Ru heard this, he showed a sudden look, “Yes, your Yan family should have invited Chen Luo to come over a long time ago.” ”

The person who spoke was none other than the Wenchang Pavilion Great Ru who was guarding the Star Tower that day.

Yan Tianbing smiled lightly: “You old man, don’t think that the old man doesn’t know, you have Wan Anbo’s handwritten “Journey to the Rivers and Lakes” hanging at home, and every day Lila people go to visit, you naturally say that he is a hundred good.” ”

“It’s not that I said, he’s really good! In my opinion, after Su Poxian, Chen Luodang was the first in poetry and songwriting. Leng Hanbing said.

“Brother Leng is exaggerating. Another Great Ru interjected, “The article is a natural success, and the clever hand occasionally obtains it.” That Chen Luo did write a few wonderful poems, and the poems overwhelmed the contemporary era. But after all, when you are young, maybe one day you will run out of thoughts. ‘The test jade must be burned for three days, and the identification of materials must wait for seven years’. ”

“It’s only been a few months, so it’s too early to talk about it. ”

Leng Hanbing glanced at the other party, this person was no one else, it was the main hall Daru, Qi Kexiu.

I heard that this Qi Kexiu was once beaten by Chen Luo’s fourth senior brother, it seems that this rumor is true.

“In that case, Qi Daru, how about we make a bet? Leng Hanbing disdained to argue with him and said directly.

Qi Kexiu frowned: “What to bet?” ”

Leng Hanbing stretched out his hand, and a light flashed on his hand, and a small bracelet like ice jade appeared.

“This is my Great Ru Wenbao Cold Snow Ring, how about betting on Your Excellency’s Great Ru Wenbao? ”

“Let’s bet on Chen Luo today, whether there are any heirloom poems coming out!” Leng Han smiled lightly, to be honest, he was full of inexplicable confidence in Chen Luo.

This kind of confidence, people who have not seen Chen Luo’s red dust poetry with their own eyes, will never understand.

Bet on Chen Luo, there will be a harvest!

Trust Chen Luo, all in control!

Qi Kexiu was shocked in his heart, just now he just subconsciously said hi, did not expect that the cold ice was so rigid?

The Great Confucians of Wenchang Pavilion, are they all so single?

But at this time, as the cold snow ring came out, a coercive pressure of the Great Ru Wenbao dispersed, which immediately attracted the attention of all the Great Ru present.

Qi Kexiu gritted his teeth, blushed, and said: “What is it to write a poem at will, let’s bet on whether Chen Luo can take the “Fishing Chart” away today!” ”

After that Qi Kexiu finished speaking, he also carried a storage bag with him, and a large Ru Wenbao pen was held in his hand.

“Interesting, interesting! Before Leng Hanbing could speak, Sima Lie suddenly appeared, his wrist shook, and he held a crystal clear fruit in his hand.

“The old man’s Spring and Autumn Pen still has to be kept to write history books, and you can’t gamble on it, but this jiazi fruit is also worth something, and you can take three in your life below the half-saint, each extending your life for twenty years, which is equivalent to a big Ru Wenbao.” The old man bet that Chen Luo could win. ”

Cold and cold glanced at Sima Lie, what are you doing with it, I still plan to win a gamble.

At this moment, another cold voice came over: “The barbarian beast of the three-pin barbarian king realm has a complete animal skin, and I bet on Chen Luo to fail.” ”

Everyone turned their heads and looked at it, it was a big Ru with a face, but Sima Lie thought slightly, and he recognized it, the other party was the disciple of the old Fang Hua of the Mozhou Fang clan, and the Great Ru Lin of the Three Qualities Realm knew the night.

“Why is it so lively? Yan Tianbing entertained a circle, walked over, and said with a smile, “Such a gamble, I, the host, can’t say that I don’t participate.” ”

“In this way, the Yan family’s ink plum blossoms. ”

“My Yan family invited someone to inscribe a poem, naturally it must be a little sincere. I bet that Chen Luo can succeed. ”

“If Chen Luo succeeds, this ink plum blossom will be given to Chen Luo, and if Chen Luo fails, it will be handed over to Brother Qi and Brother Lin, how? ”

Qi Kexiu: “The old man has no opinion”

Lin Zhiye also nodded: “But!” ”

At this time, the housekeeper ran in and said two words to Yan Tianbing, who smiled at everyone: “Everyone is here, you can start…”

……

Chen Luo sat on his seat, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

He didn’t expect that it was just a poem, how could so many people still come?

When Leng Hanbing passed by himself, he also winked at himself!

We look like we have a tacit understanding.

And that old man Sima Lie, how can there be him everywhere?

Are all the people who write history so idle?

Then Chen Luo looked at the side again, and there were five people around him, including Confucian and Master. It was also this time who came to participate in the inscription poem.

In Ye Dafu’s words, it is a big wrong.

Ye Tai Fook is different, it is called reasonable investment.

“You are willing to come and complete the poem of “Fishing Chart”, and Yan is very grateful on behalf of Yan. Yan Tianbing arched his hand towards Chen Luo and the others, and Chen Luo and the others hurriedly returned the salute.

Then Yan Tianbing continued: “But before I ask for the Fishing Chart, I have one more step. ”

After speaking, Yan Tianbing clapped his hands, and a Yan family disciple walked into the hall holding a picture scroll, and the Yan family child opened the picture scroll, and saw that the picture scroll was a pavilion, and a woman sat on the pavilion, looking at the picture in the distance.

“This is the Great Confucian painting “Spring Purdah”, and the “Fishing Diagram” has been stained with the blood of the barbarian gods, in order to avoid you being damaged, please first write an inscription poem for this painting to obtain the protection of the soul of the painting. ”

Chen Luo naturally knew this process from Ye Dafu’s mouth before.

Since there is a poetic soul, there is naturally a painting soul. According to Ye Dafu, if Da Ru wanted to complete the “Fishing Chart”, he would be affected by the power of blood staining. Therefore, a great Confucian painting with a poem first, temporarily protected by the soul of the painting in the painting, can block the power of blood staining.

Of course, there is also a sense of comparison. If the poem is not recognized by the Great Confucian painting, don’t think about the inscription poem Half-Saint painting.

Basically, as long as the poem is inscribed, the person in the painting has some actions, such as nodding his head and giving a gift, even if he succeeds, this is often an elegant play between literati.

……

“It’s Spring Boudoir, it’s easy. A great ru commented, “This kind of painting, as long as it is written about longing, can get the echo of the soul of the painting in the painting.” ”

“Not and not either. You Da Ru shook his head, “This painting is known to the old man that it was made by Yan Liben Da Ru of the Yan family, and it is one of the paintings most often used to foreshadow the “Fishing Chart”. There are countless poems inscribed for it, and the requirements for this soul painting are much more demanding. ”

“If it weren’t for the poetry, the soul would not have reacted. ”

Hearing this great Ru’s explanation, some unknown people understood the mystery.

At this time, Qi Kexiu turned his head, looked at Leng Hanbing, who was sitting opposite, and transmitted a voice: “Leng Da Ru, do you want to gamble more?” The old man used “Fast Snow Time Qing Post” to bet on your “Trip to the Rivers and Lakes”, and bet on whether the painting soul went out to worship each other, how? ”

Leng Hanbing frowned slightly.

This painting soul approves, in which the nod gives gifts, is regarded as the first layer; The ritual of worship is the second level; If the soul of the painting gets rid of the scenery in the painting and comes to visit the shrine in front of the painting, it is the third layer.

Qi Kexiu bet on whether Chen Luo’s inscription poem could make the painting soul visit in front of the painting.

Leng Bing snorted.

You don’t know anything about the strength of Wanamber.

Leng Hanbing nodded: “Bet!” ”

……

“This kind of painting is inscribed with poems, and Wang Shaobo had a good work back then. A big Ru pinched his beard.

“The young lady in the purdah does not know how to worry, and the spring condenses the makeup on the green building. ”

“Mo on the branch and willow color, the penitent husband and son-in-law are looking for a marquis. ”

“As soon as a poem comes out, it is also a good story to visit the shrine before the soul painting. ”

Sima Lie shook his head slightly: “If you want to trace back, the most outstanding poem of this kind is Li Qinglian’s poem——”

The beauty rolled up the beaded curtain, sitting upright and frowning. ”

“But seeing the tears wet, I don’t know who I hate. ”

“It’s extreme, but Li Qinglian’s poem is too good, and as a result, the person who resents the soul becomes Li Qinglian, so he turned around and turned his back to Li Qinglian, but achieved a famous painting “Negative Heart Li Qinglian”! ”

“Hahahaha…” Everyone laughed all of a sudden.

……

During the discussion of the Great Confucian, others also came forward to finish the inscription, and only one of the master’s inscription poems made the beauty in the painting glance sideways at him, nodding faintly, which was regarded as approval, and the others left the scene sadly.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Luo was the last person left.

It’s not that Chen Luo has the finale, the main thing is that the other party seems to know about this Great Confucian painting, so he has been prepared and left him last.

Chen Luo stood up and walked to the painting, at this time the poem that had been inscribed before had been erased, leaving a blank space in the inscription.

Chen Luo looked at the painting again, and the woman in the painting looked at the sky through the window of the pavilion, her brows locked. Outside the terrace, there was a drizzle.

When all the great ru saw Chen Luo lifting the pen, they stopped joking and talking, and their eyes were all on Chen Luo.

Qi Kexiu clenched his fists, and his eyes were cold and round.

Sima Lie pinched his beard and squinted, Lin Zhiye frowned and watched coldly.

Only Yan Tianbing sat on the side with a smile, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and put down the pen——

“The rain hit the pear blossom deep behind closed doors, forgetting youth, missing youth. ”

“Who cares? Spend the soul, and the moon will disappear. ”

“Sadness gathers the peak of the eyebrows, a thousand marks, ten thousand marks. ”

“Look at the sky and look at the clouds, walk and think about Jun, and sit also think about Jun. ”

After the poem was written, the room was silent.

I saw that the person in the painting slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo.

Then, the Chinese and American people in the painting turned around, went down the pavilion, walked out against the wind and rain, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked all the way to the painting.

Qi Kexiu was shocked in his heart, and he shouted in his heart: “Don’t! Don’t! ”

Leng Hanbing smiled slightly: “Fast Snow Sunny Post”, arrived!

But just when everyone thought that the person in the painting was going to worship each other in front of the painting, the person in the painting kept walking, and as soon as he raised his legs, he actually walked down from the painting and turned into a delicate beauty.

In an instant, the black and white that turned into suddenly filled the color, and a faint fragrance filled the hall.

Lively.

The person in the painting faced Chen Luoying with a blessing in his tone: “Lang Jun, I have been thinking about you for a long time.” ”

Yan Tianbing patted his forehead: It’s time to finish the calf.

The painting is big and left, standing in the book, you may not believe it.

Your painting is no longer yours.

……

After some excitement, the matter was finally solved successfully.

Yan Tianbing gave this “Spring Purdah” to Chen Luo on the spot.

In fact, this painting woman, although she came out of the painting, is actually a phantom, and her body is still that painting.

True hologram red sleeve fragrance.

However, everyone couldn’t help but raise their expectations for Chen Luo’s next performance, and even Yan Tianbing had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

“Next, there’s Fishing Chart. Yan Tianbing said to Chen Luo and the other person who had passed the test.

The man smiled bitterly, knowing that he was also running with him this time, waved his hand awkwardly, and withdrew from the inscription poem of “Fishing Chart”, and everyone was not surprised.

Yan Tianbing patted the storage bag, and suddenly a scroll of painting appeared, and everyone looked at the scroll as if they saw blood dripping down the scroll continuously, making people dizzy.

The blood-stained power of the barbarian gods.

The painting girl raised her legs and instantly walked into Chen Luo’s body, and Chen Luo’s mind suddenly became clear. Looking at the scroll again, there was nothing unusual about the scroll.

Seeing that Chen Luo was back to normal, Yan Tianbing nodded and slowly unfolded the scroll.

According to Ye Dafu’s description, the original fishing map should be a snowy night solo fishing map, in the dark night, a thousand mountains were covered with snow, and the sky and the earth were blank.

Above the cold river, there is only an old man wearing a grape on his head, with a jug of old wine next to him, and a fishing rod in his hand, fishing for river snow at night.

No wonder there is an inscription poem “A thousand mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, lonely boats and birds, fishing alone in cold rivers and snow”.

It is this winter silent killing intention that has created the half-saint Wen Bao power of “Fishing Chart”.

But now, what Chen Luo saw was a completely different painting.

The ice and snow have long dissipated, the green mountains are faintly visible in the distance, and a round of sunset in the sky shines on the body of the old man who is a lone fisherman, and the whole painting reveals a sense of twilight.

That sunset was the blood of the barbarian god, and that brute blood turned into a sunset, shining through the night murderous machine, melting the ice and snow cold, turning the whole painting into a picture of late autumn and twilight, thus completely staining a half-holy treasure.

Chen Luo looked at this fishing map and groaned slightly.

What poem is the title?

Chen Luo pondered for a moment and lifted the pen.

“One beg, one kasa and one flat boat,”

“One piece of silk, one inch of hook. ”

“A song sings a bottle of wine,”

“One person fishing alone. ”

It’s just that the word “Autumn” was just halfway through, and Chen Luo stopped writing.

“No, I seem to have overlooked something. Chen Luo frowned, and at this time, everyone also looked at the poem written by Chen Luo.

“The last word of this poem should be an autumn character, right? You Da Ru said.

“Not bad, one person fishing alone in one river. Immediately, Da Ru spoke, “It is worthy of Wan Anbo, nine words embedded in the poem, and the last thing that falls is not autumn, but a river of autumn, dashing, but lonely.” ”

“It perfectly matches the stained Fishing Chart. But why did Wanamber stop writing? ”

Sima Lie sighed: “This poem is excellent, but it does not have the power of heaven and earth in Liu Wenzong’s poem, and if it is written, it will be at the level of a great Ru Wenbao at most.” ”

Qi Ke breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: “I have long said that Wan Anbo Shi is extraordinary, but if you want to restore the “Fishing Chart”, it is still a little out of reach!” Brother Leng, thank you for your Great Ru Wenbao in advance! ”

Although I lost “Fast Snow Clear Time Post”, I can get a big Ru Wenbao, and I still make a big profit.

Leng snorted coldly: “The matter is not over yet, you have to make a conclusion on this.” ”

Qi Kexiu shook his head slightly: “Then let’s wait, I’ll see how Chen Luo turns things around.” ”

……

At this time, Chen Luo’s mind was racing, and he recalled the past stories that Ye Dafu and himself had said about the “Fishing Chart”, especially the half-saint’s sentence “Yan Body Willow Shadow”.

He looked at the painting again, and at this time he had the intention to take a closer look, and found that under the fishing man, there was a rare black shadow.

It’s a shadow!

The original version of “Fishing Chart” is a night scene, and there is no shadow.

In this version now, if it is the shadow of the brutal blood sunset, it cannot be such an angle.

Chen Luo suddenly thought that Ye Dafu had said that it was Liu Wenzong who used his last breath to spread this picture across thousands of miles and throw it back to the Yan family.

“Yan does not leave the willow, the willow does not leave Yan! ”

“Yan Body Willow Shadow! ”

Chen Luo’s heart moved, and suddenly a poem appeared in his mind.

Chen Luo waved his hand and directly erased the poem of “Jiuyi Fishing”.

“What is Amber doing? You Da Ru frowned, “Do you want to redo it?” ”

“The one just now is also a rare masterpiece, and the new poem may not be as good as the original poem!” ”

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the big ru present, even Yan Tianbing frowned slightly, according to reason, one person can only make one poem at a time, but Fang Cai Chen Luo’s last word was not completed, and redoing it at this time was barely within the rules.

I don’t know what new poem he is going to write.

Confused by Chen Luo’s actions, all eyes held their breath at this time and fell on Chen Luo’s pen tip.

Chen Luo was confident at this time, and he wrote with a pen——

Rolling east of the Yangtze River,

Waves wash away heroes.

Success or failure turns empty,

The green mountains are still there,

Several degrees of sunset red.

White-haired fishing tree on Jiangzhu,

Get used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A jug of cloudy wine meets joyfully,

How many things are ancient and modern,

It’s all laughing!

……

Before everyone could realize this, everyone suddenly found that the remaining shadow of the fishing chao gradually elongated, and it seemed to turn into a completely different body shape from the fishing crater.

I saw that the shadow stood up from the small boat and sat opposite the fishing boat, and between the two, it happened to be the jug of old wine.

“A jug of cloudy wine is a joy! Yan Tianbing’s eyes suddenly soured, “Yan body Liu Ying, Yan Body Liu Ying, Liu Shi is no longer, but Yan Liu will always meet!” ”

“So it is, so it is! ”

Everyone also understood at this time, no wonder even the Half-Saint could not restore the power of the Half-Saint Wenbao in the Fishing Chart, it turned out that Yan Liu must appear again.

Confidants are hard to find, life and death are not abandoned!

“No, no! Qi Kexiu suddenly spoke up, “This Wenbao, you haven’t restored the half-saint yet…”

It’s just that Qi Kexiu’s words did not fall, and a mighty momentum suddenly came out from the “Fishing Chart”, and the majestic holy power descended, and all the great Ru’s hearts were shocked.

Only Sima Lie stood up suddenly, with an incredible look in his eyes, looking at the fishing map, and was shocked——

“Years … The power of time! ”

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