Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 157: What style is broken

Mozhou, Fang Holy City.

This is where the Fang family's ancestral hall is located and the base camp of the Fang family.

In the clan's council hall, the heads of the various houses gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with indignation.

"How dare! How dare this Chen Luo!" A grumpy old woman knocked on the wooden stick in her hand, "The way of heaven is the way of heaven for all people in the world, he was lucky enough to come up with a martial art, and he dared to ban it. My Fang family! He has such a domineering temperament and is so daring!"

"The fourth aunt is right." Another middle-aged man also clapped the table and said angrily, "Our family is the backbone of the human race, and the human race can take the road, so our family will naturally occupy a share. Chen Luo's move is against etiquette!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face said coldly: "Then Chen Luo said that his martial arts are like dragons, but he excluded my Fang family. I might as well ask Wenchang Pavilion and the imperial court. , is our Fang family a human race?"

"Is this move to force our family out of the human race?"

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

"I'm going to ask, do I want to force my Fang family back?"

"See if Wenchang Pavilion dares to say a word, and see if other half-sages dare to help Chen Luo!"

For a while, the crowd in the council hall was enthusiastic.

"I want Chen Luo to apologize to our Fang family!"

"Not enough, then Chen Luo needs to come to our holy city to face the wall for three years and write at least four red dust classics that belong to our family!"

"In my opinion, it's better to pick a daughter for him and let him join our family! This martial arts should also be the way of my family!"

"It makes sense!"

"Being married to our Fang family is the creation of Chen Luo!"

"The martial arts should be controlled by our family."

The patriarch Fang Mingzhe sat in the chair without saying a word, as if he was still immersed in the pain of losing his son.

Several elders looked at each other, and one of them coughed and said, "Be quiet."

As soon as these words came out, the pressure of a positive mood dissipated, and the council hall instantly became quiet, looking at the elder Fang Huaji who spoke out.

In the Fang Family Elders Association, Fang Hua and ranked fourth, are the most important figures in the Fang family.

Fang Huahe stood up, glanced around the housekeepers, and sighed in his heart.

These people, who have stayed in Fangsheng City for a long time, are so used to their arrogance that they can't even smell any crisis.

It seems that a meeting of elders needs to be held with a few old brothers, and a new group of people will take over.

But now is not the time to say that.

He said softly, "Have you forgotten that Chen Luo is the disciple of that gangster in Zhulin!"

Everyone was shocked. Most of the people present had not experienced the conflict that happened a hundred years ago, but for many years, listening to the elders talking about the methods of the gangster, they could not help but tremble.

You must know that a hundred years ago, the Fang family was known as "one sect and seven saints"!

Of the two missing, one of them is related to the Bamboo Forest Bandit!

Fang Hua saw the changes in everyone's expressions in his eyes, and after a while, he continued: "Although there is a half-sage mediation, our Fang family sees the great ceremony of the human race and does not care about the bamboo bandits, but for the past hundred years, the bamboo has It is also an indisputable fact that the bandit lineage and our family are like water and fire."

"Apologize, win over, and make peace. Don't think about these means. Not to mention the bamboo bandits will not agree, nor will the three sage ancestors of our family."

"The old man just met the third ancestor."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately showed respectful expressions on their faces and bowed slightly.

"The meaning of the third ancestor is that although this is the grudge between our family and the bamboo forest, it also involves the great gift of the world."

"If everyone is like a dragon, do you need to be superior or inferior?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will this etiquette be maintained?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will this person's desires be destroyed?"

"This martial art is an evil way!"

"Just in this direction, let's talk about it."

…

Zhongjing, Earl's Palace.

Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong, who was sitting at the railing carefully wiping the broken sword, and scratched his head.

This wood, such a big thing, since I woke up to now, I don't plan to come over and tell myself.

But if I took the initiative to tell him and let him switch to martial arts, would it be self-defeating and make Xiao Ji uncomfortable?

Anyway, he's a seventeen-year-old.

I'm mentally fragile.

But it can't be so wasteful.

Chen Luo pretended to walk past Ji Zhong unintentionally and coughed.

Ji Zhong raised his head, shouted Young Master, and continued to brush his sword.

Chen Luo walked back again, seemingly casually saying: "Xiao Ji, you are ranked third on the Red Dust List, which is great."

Ji Zhong nodded slightly: "Thank you, son."

Chen Luo approached Ji Zhong a little more: "Xiao Ji, in fact, the martial arts created by the young master is very powerful."

Ji Zhong nodded: "Well, the son is awesome!"

"That..." Ji Zhong hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ji Zhong raised his head and looked at Chen Luo. For some reason, Chen Luo felt a little nervous in his heart.

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo for a moment, then shook his head; "No need, thank you sir!"

After speaking, he continued to lower his head and carefully wipe the broken sword in his hand.

Chen Luo:

This is, the confession failed?

I'm strong, I can't cry!

Chen Luo turned around and walked back, thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, let me tell you, my martial arts..."

"Young Master, my heart is broken!" Ji Zhong suddenly raised his head and said calmly.

Chen Luo was taken aback.

This...why did you flip your trump card all of a sudden?

It's all over me.

Chen Luo adjusted his language: "Confucianism is broken? Does that mean I can no longer follow the path of Confucianism?"

Ji Zhong nodded.

"Isn't that right... I'm going to do martial arts." Chen Luo patted his chest, "As long as the young master knows, I will teach you."

Ji Zhong shook his head again: "No need, thank you son."

Chen Luo jumped in a hurry: "Xiao Ji, I don't understand, what do you think? You can't walk the Confucian way, don't follow the martial arts, don't you want to practice?"

"Cultivation. I follow martial arts, but I don't want your son to teach me."

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo as a matter of course, and said, "If I rely on the young master to teach me, then I am not the son of the son?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, it turned out that Xiao Ji's psychological defense line was here.

"Let's not talk about it like that, how about you still my little brother?"

Ji Zhong shook his head: "That won't work!"

"Then what do you want?" Chen Luo almost knelt down to Ji Zhong.

Ji Zhong said very seriously: "I want to create a martial arts school myself! This way I don't have to take your son as a teacher."

"I've got a little bit of an eye."

Chen Luo frowned slightly: "It's not that easy to create your own martial arts, you are only seventeen years old, you can learn a little more first, and then..."

At this time, Wang Bugui came over with a full meal and patted his stomach.

"Old Chen, Xiao Ji, what are you talking about? Add me..."

Ji Zhong's eyes suddenly lit up, his wrist flicked, and a stream of red dust flew out along the broken sword and shot at Wang Bugui.

Wang Bugui was shocked: "Xiaoji, what are you doing?"

After speaking, Wang Bugui said a battle poem, and a phantom of the jade pot appeared around him. It's just that the red dust gas directly inserted into the phantom of the righteous jade pot ~IndoMTL.com~ The phantom of the jade pot trembled slightly, and the red dust gas attack dissipated.

Ji Zhong frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

Wang Bugui removed the jade pot and stepped forward: "Xiaoji, why did I offend you? You... woo woo..."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, covered Wang Bugui's mouth, and looked at Ji Zhong in surprise.

The move just now was a bit like the Qi-breaking style of Dugu's Nine Swords, but it was different. At least Chen Luo would not have the move just now.

"Xiao Ji, what was that trick just now?"

Ji Zhong frowned and said with some dissatisfaction, "I figured it out myself, but it's not perfect."

"New Dugu Nine Swords, Breaking Confucianism!"

Chen Luo:

Breaking... Confucianism?

Do you still have a way of breaking the law? Breaking Buddha style?

Ji Zhong nodded: "I know the righteousness best, so I came up with the breaking Confucian style first. Taoism and Buddhism still need to be studied."

Then... shouldn't there be a demon-breaking style? Brutal?

Ji Zhong shook his head: "How is it possible? The monster's attack is not based on qi, so it cannot be generalized."

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not suppressed by Xiao Ji's genius halo.

"However, their attack methods are the same. They probably need to study the breaking force, speed breaking, defense breaking, spell breaking, illusion breaking, French breaking style..."

"Adding up, it's exactly nine."

Ji Zhong raised his head, looked at Chen Luo, and said earnestly, "Young Master, I will teach you when I finish it!"

Chen Luo: I thank you!