I became a saint with idle books

The sound of Ji Zhong wielding his sword in the courtyard had been going on for almost two hours.

In the pavilion, Chen Luo ate the melons and fruits transported from the south, looked at Ji Zhong who was shrouded in a righteous blue light, was a little puzzled, looked at Song Qizhi who was sitting on the side, and asked: “Senior brother, what is Xiao Ji practicing here?” ”

Song Qizhi put down the “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” (unfinished version) in his hand, looked at Ji Zhong’s eyes full of appreciation, and said: “Cultivate the Confucian sword intent.” ”

Chen Luo was stunned, he remembered that Ji Zhong said that he wanted to create a Dugu Nine Sword by himself, but he could cultivate a broken sword intent by swinging his sword in a mass of Haoran righteousness?

Isn’t this the same as watching TV series when I was a child, and then tied sandbags to my legs, thinking that I could perform light skills after untying them?

Seeing the disapproving look on Chen Luo’s face, Song Qizhi smiled lightly: “Give you a taste too!” ”

After saying that, Song Qianyi waved his hand, and a blue light quickly enveloped Chen Luo, and Chen Luo suddenly felt his body sink, and his 129,600 pores seemed to be pricked by needles at the same time. Chen Luo drank softly, and the red dust qi of the three hundred and sixty caves gushed out, instantly breaking through the shroud of righteous qi arranged by Song Qizhi, sweating profusely, looking at Song Qizhi; “Fourth Senior Brother, what kind of righteousness is this? So fierce! ”

“Home and country. Song Qizhi said lightly, but he was shocked in his heart, although it was just a casual “family country world”, but he didn’t expect to be broken by Chen Luo in the blink of an eye.

No matter how he said it, he is also a great Confucian in the realm of righteousness.

Even if it is the Master Realm, it will not bring it so fast.

The cultivation of the little junior brother seems to have improved again.

No, he can’t let the little junior brother detect his surprise, otherwise he will think that his senior brother is useless.

Song Qizhi picked up the teacup, and his tone was more understated: “Feel it, right?” The power of the family and the world on Xiao Ji’s body is about twenty times that you just endured. ”

“Huh? Chen Luo was also shocked, and looked at Ji Zhong who was still swinging his sword hard, just for a moment he was almost unbearable, Xiao Ji had endured twenty times, and it had been two hours.

Seeing that Chen Luo did not pursue the matter of breaking his family’s country at will, Song Qizhi breathed a sigh of relief and continued: “You have been too busy recently, you haven’t noticed that Xiao Ji’s cultivation has been going on for a while. ”

“In my opinion, Xiao Ji’s limit is probably fifty times the oppression. Song Quanzhi added quietly, “That’s equivalent to my Issei’s power.” ”

Chen Luo opened his mouth wide, fifty times the oppression just now, is the power of the fourth senior brother’s family and the world?

Doubling the power is not as simple as simply multiplying by two, and every time the power reaches a limit, even a little more, it may be ten times a hundred times larger for the bearer.

For example, the straw that crushed the camel.

This is just the basics, not counting the bonuses of various Confucian magic powers!

The right state of mind is terrifying!

Seeing Chen Luo’s admiring gaze, Song Shuzhi smiled with satisfaction.

“Uncle, uncle! Lu Tong trotted over and handed Chen Luo a post.

Chen Luo took the post, looked at it, and said to Song Qizhi: “Senior brother, Mr. Sima invited me to go to the Spring and Autumn Hall. ”

Song Qizhi’s eyebrows raised slightly, and he nodded: “Well, let’s go.” The relationship between the historian and my bamboo forest has always been good, and it is estimated that it is beneficial to take the initiative to invite you over. ”

Chen Luo said with a smile: “The main thing is that I promised to visit Mr. Sima last time, but I forgot about it, hey, it really shouldn’t be.” How embarrassing it is to return this to me…”

Chen Luo stood up and arched his hand with Song Quzhi: “Then I’ll pass.” ”

Song Qizhi thought about it and instructed: “Just pick two treasures at random and come to the door, don’t send the original poem!” ”

Chen Luo waved his hand: “It’s okay, that thing is not worth anything!” ”

宋退之:(ノ ̄ー ̄)ノ

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Spring and Autumn Hall, located within the Imperial City, has a separate passage, obviously in the Imperial City, but it seems to be independent from the Imperial City. There are three death rules in the Spring and Autumn Hall: first, people in the royal family are not allowed to step into the Spring and Autumn Hall; Second, no military fire shall spread to the Spring and Autumn Hall; Third, non-historian Daru is not allowed to step into the Spring and Autumn Hall for no reason. Otherwise, holy punishment descends from heaven.

Chen Luo walked to the door of the Spring and Autumn Hall, and saw a stone tablet standing at the door, with eight big characters written on it: “Know that I sin me, only Spring and Autumn”, and a strong sense of vicissitudes came to his face.

Seeing Chen Luo’s arrival, the disciples of the Shi family, who had been waiting here, hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, “Wan Anbo, family teacher Sima Gong, order the students to wait here, please come with me.” ”

Chen Luo nodded, returned the salute, and followed the disciple of the Shi family into the Spring and Autumn Hall.

The moment he stepped through the gate of the Spring and Autumn Hall, Chen Luo seemed to feel a force left over his body, with a trace of heaviness, the sound of waves sounded in his ears, and he couldn’t help but glance back at the gate. The disciple of the Shijia family noticed Chen Luo’s movements and explained with a smile: “This gate was built by the predecessors imitating the giant gate of the historians, and it is attached to a trace of the power of the long river of history, and it is only possible for my disciples of the historian to sense it after condensing the qi of rise and fall.” Wan’anbo, are you really not a disciple of my Shijia? ”

Chen Luo shook his head, I’m not even a Confucian, how can I be a disciple of the Shi family?

That Shi family disciple also said this, and continued to take Chen Luo inside.

Stepping through the long corridor, Chen Luo first walked into a mausoleum, and there were countless statues combed in the mausoleum, each statue had a different shape, some drinking, sleeping, writing, chanting… There are many forms.

“This is my Shijia Mausoleum, dedicated to the ancestors of the Shijia, and it is also the first lesson of my generation to learn to become a historian: life is just a handful of loess, only the long river of history rolls endlessly!” ”

Chen Luo bowed to the statue of the ancestor of the mausoleum, and then walked inside, except for the mausoleum, suddenly cheerful, I saw four pavilions split on both sides, and there was a magnificent hall in the middle, and the thick vicissitudes of life almost became substance.

“Hahaha, Chen Xiaoyou, meet again. Sima Lie stood outside the hall, saw Chen Luo, laughed twice, stepped forward, the Shi family disciple saluted, bowed and retreated, Sima Lie looked in a good mood, pointed forward and said: “How is it?” How is my Spring and Autumn Hall? ”

Chen Luo naturally had a look of admiration on his face, and nodded, “The weather is varied. ”

Simi pointed to the pavilions on both sides of the column and said, “This is the four pavilions of the Spring and Autumn Hall, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the stars, don’t look at the ordinary outside, there are other holes inside.” ”

“This Day Pavilion, also known as the Benji Pavilion, is the place where the Half-Saint and the Emperor Benji are stored and compiled. ”

“The Moon Pavilion, also known as the Saga Pavilion, stores and compiles the history of each family. ”

“The Star Pavilion, also known as the Legend Pavilion, is where the history of the imperial court officials and the noble sages was compiled and stored. ”

“Finally, this Chenge, also known as the Cangsheng Pavilion, is all-encompassing, and all events and ordinary people worthy of historical records can be found in it. ”

“Even if the landslide and the earth crack, as long as the sun, moon, and stars still hang in the sky, my Terran race will not be destroyed! ”

Looking at Sima Lie’s proud expression, Chen Luo also nodded in admiration.

The continuation of the race is like this, rooting downward and blossoming upwards.

This root is the past, this flower is the present, and this is the future.

“Okay, okay, let’s not talk about that. Sima Lie waved his hand, “Chen Xiaoyou, this time, there is an opportunity, but whether you can grasp it depends on yourself.” ”

Chen Luo looked longing, and said obediently: “Oh, Mr. Sima, I am not a disciple of the Shi family, just take your chance, how is this embarrassing – what kind of chance?” ”

Sima Lie laughed, grabbed Chen Luo’s hand, and strode towards the central lobby guarded by the sun, moon, and stars…

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