Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 181: Lao Luo, pay 1 bet

"Wan Amber is about to write the second song."

"The painting or the brick?"

"It should be a painting, anyway, there are still some things, that brick, to be honest, the old man thinks that he can't solve the problem!"

At this time, Luo Sanqiu also showed a smile. His goal was the last brick.

Others don't know that his master, who once studied with Halloween, knows all about Halloween.

Therefore, only he can confidently invite the Holy Will of All Saints.

The deity's holy will acts as a magic weapon, and its power is stronger and higher!

Even if Chen Luo invites the second holy will, as long as he fails to recite the stone brick, and he is the last to play, in front of everyone's eyes, he invites the holy will to become the stone brick's artifact. It can also suppress Chen Luo.

Your face can be picked up from the ground.

"Work hard, the better you are now, the better you will be able to set off this old man later." Luo Sanqiu couldn't help but feel proud and threw an encouraging smile at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo felt something, turned his head and saw Luo Sanqiu's friendly smile, he was also moved.

A great scholar with an open mind!

So Chen Luo also nodded at Luo Sanqiu, he would never let him down.

Chen Luo looked at the painting. The painting was just like what Wen Xiang said. The people and cattle on it were gone, and there was only a truckload of charcoal, but the charcoal was also mixed up at this time.

"Hey, where is the carbon in the painting, it's all been smeared into a ball. If someone reminded me, I wouldn't even be able to see that it was a carload of carbon."

"Yes, I must say, I feel more like a piece of coal now, a huge coal rock."

"Anyway, it's all black, what you say is what it is!" A great Confucian said helplessly, "This is a waste of treasure!"

"No matter what it is, this black thing is not easy to recite!"

"Let's see how Wan Amber breaks the game."

……

Chen Luo looked at the remnant painting. To be honest, he was confused at first. Just as the Confucian scholars said, this black and humming picture would have been related to "The Charcoal Seller" if it wasn't for the reminder of the writer. , I really can't think of what it is?

But now, it does look like a piece of coal, or the kind of coal just dug out of the ground.

If it's really a waste treasure, it's fine, but I'm so close, I can still feel a trace of warmth coming out of the black mass, making people feel warm in this cold winter. .

Then that poem!

Chen Luo picked up the brush, and everyone held their breath, as if worried that their breathing would interrupt Chen Luo's thinking, and even Yan Baichuan looked sideways.

After all, he was a little embarrassed when he took out this document treasure, so he said that he was very satisfied if he could invite two holy wills for the three document treasures.

I saw Chen Luo writing on the stone tablet, and a rhythmic poem appeared on the stone tablet.

"Cut through chaos to get black gold, hide the sun and have the deepest meaning."

"The fire burns back to spring, and the flood furnace shines through the night."

"Ding Yi Yuan is born with vitality, and iron and stone still exist after death."

"I hope that everyone will be full and warm, and will spare no effort to go out of the mountains and forests."

The stone tablet shook suddenly, and a strong enthusiasm came out from the stone tablet, and the gossip symbol in the Eight Diagrams Square instantly lit up!

"Successful! Please succeed!"

"My God, Wan Anbo really turned carbon into coal. This is a song "Yong Coal"!"

"For thousands of years of poetry, the coal chant is the only one!"

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

"At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is written about the sages who devoted themselves to the human race. It has a feeling of 'spring silkworms are dead, and wax torches become ashes and tears begin to dry'!"

"'I hope that all the people will be full and warm, and will spare no effort to get out of the mountains and forests', this is a holy vow! Wan Anbo is making a holy vow!"

"Look, which holy will was summoned?"

At this time, the Yin-Yang fish in the center of Bagua Square suddenly stopped spinning, and a blue light and shadow appeared.

"The sage is impermanent, and he takes the people's heart as his heart!"

"Di, I've seen the younger generation of my clan!"

The voice came out, and there was a big uproar!

"Di Xiang, it's Di Xiang!"

"See Di Xiang!"

The audience bowed and saluted for a while, worshipping the famous figure of the previous dynasty - Di Renjie!

In the previous dynasty, there was a prime minister named Di Renjie, who loved the people like a son, calmed the people inside and outside, and was deeply respected. Later, he became a saint and resigned from the stage. Billions of trillions of people cried for three days, wishing the half-sage to continue as chancellor, but Di Renjie refused.

Before leaving, he wrote the admonition that "the saints are impermanent, and take the hearts of the people as their hearts" on the Xiao wall of the prime minister's residence, which has become the motto of all those who aspire to "make life for the people"

The blue light of Di Renjie's holy meaning fell on the stone tablet of "Crying Coal". The stone tablet seemed to turn into a flame, and then fell into the remnant painting. , a faintly red coal stone appeared, and a warm and domineering holy prestige swept the Bagua Square!

As soon as the coal stone appeared, it immediately turned into a black light and stopped behind Chen Luo.

"The treasure of transformation is a treasure of transformation!" A great Confucian exclaimed.

Yan Baichuan also showed an unexpected color. The transformation is a manifestation of some treasures changing shape, which is closer to the power of heaven. This residual painting is made of coal and stone, and the meaning of the whole treasure has also changed. Di Xiang's holy will left, this coal stone is still a treasure of literary and morality.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, his joy and worry mixed for a while.

I am delighted that Wenchang Pavilion has added another treasure, but I am worried about how to reward Chen Luo.

For the previous rewards, Wenchang Pavilion has spent the past three years. Looking at Chen Luo's age, he should be able to vacate Wenchang Pavilion before he is about forty years old!

But it won't work without rewards, Bamboo Sage is watching!

"Alas..." Yan Baichuan let out a sigh, trying to become a saint within 20 years, just leave this mess to the next minister of letters to deal with!

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes fell on the stone brick.

……

"Old Leng!" A great scholar who made a bet leaned over to Leng Hanbing and said with a smile, "This is the last song, it's still that stone brick with no background, you're sure to lose this time. When the time comes to redeem the bet, the old man will be the first."

Leng Bingbing's eyes are firm: "Huh, what do you know? From what I know about Wan Anbo, he must leave the sure thing to the end. Just stay by my side and don't go, wait for the first one. Take your bet!"

"Tough mouth!" The great Confucian didn't care, after all, Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt in a while, couldn't he let him say a few words?

One poem and two saints, how easy is it!

Think about it now, and let Leng Bingbing do something for you at that time!

After all, he has been a good friend for many years, and he always needs to help him with some private life to pay off his debts!

……

Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.

The age is a little old, and the brick is a little yellow, but because it has been covered with a thick layer of slurry for 80,000 years, it looks like a brick-shaped jade.

In this world, the building bricks used by the people are also made of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose the poems early in the morning.

"Today is a special session!" Chen Luo thought and raised his pen.

……

"It's the beginning, the last poem is about to begin."

"Leng Daru's bet on Wan Ambo's poems and two saints, whether it will succeed or not, is here!"

"One poem and two saints? I see a border poem, maybe I can ask for a holy will!"

"According to this old man, perhaps writing a poem about homesickness at the border can kill two birds with one stone!"

Luo Sanqiu also smiled and looked at Chen Luo, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.

He naturally heard the discussion of these great scholars, and some of the great scholars deliberately raised the volume, which seemed to be discussing, but in fact they were giving Chen Luo a trick.

However, it is impossible to succeed at all!

This brick is not a brick of the city wall at all, nor does it have any sense of homesickness. When Wansheng was young, he was surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wansheng to replace them with the crime of stealing, and he could receive a reward of silver taels. All Saints picked up the scattered bricks on the ground, and would rather die, and finally defeated the group of thugs.

From now on, the halloween brick will never leave my hands.

As for the bricks of the city wall and the bricks of homesickness, they are all fabricated by the disciples of Halloween to save face for the teacher.

Luo Sanqiu also learned about this from his master's notes.

If Chen Luo recited his ambition to keep the customs and his homesickness, he would have gone in the wrong direction from the very beginning, and it would be difficult to be touched by the holy will.

However, I chose a poem about "A man is mighty and unyielding", which may invite All Saints' Will to come!

Poetry overwhelms Wan Amber, which is also an interesting story.

……

Chen Luo took a deep breath. The strongest verses written by the person with the toughest character in the previous life are presented in this world!

"Thousands of hammers have carved out the mountains,"

"The fire burns like a breeze."

"I'm not afraid of being crushed to pieces,"

"Leave your innocence in the world!"

For a while, there was a lot of wind in Bagua Square, and the cypress sword and coal stone behind Chen Luo whispered one after another, as if to echo.

But there was no response from the gossip square.

"Failed?"

"How is that possible?"

"This is a chant of lime, sturdy and iron bones, how could it fail?"

Just when everyone was talking about it for the first time, the entire Bagua Square suddenly shook.

"Huh? Earthquake?"

"There seems to have been an earthquake before, who remembers that?"

"The old man remembers that it was the time of Lu Fangweng's poems and two saints!" A voice came out, and everyone followed the sound, and it turned out to be Kong Chengyong, who had been silent all the time.

Kong Chengyong looked dignified and looked at the stone tablet where Chen Luo wrote the chant of lime.

"The earth is moving, come out!"

When the voice fell, the stone tablet suddenly rose, revealing the stone carvings buried in the ground.

This is exactly what happened when Chen Luo wrote "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man" in Wan'an County!

The stone sculpture of Pixi stretched out from the ground, and the head of Pixi suddenly lifted, opened his mouth, and a strange long whistling sound came from the mouth of the stone sculpture.

At the moment when the strange voice sounded, the eight trigrams in the Bagua Square suddenly burst into light, and the blue light rose into the sky and turned into a long bridge.

"Master Dao Hongqiao?" The surprise in Yan Baichuan's eyes was even stronger. The sage said that there must be my teacher in a threesome, and at least three semi-sages would walk together, and such a vision would appear!

"Look, there is a holy will on the Hongqiao."

I saw that above the Hongqiao, there were flashes of holy will, and the Hongqiao fell into the Bagua Square.

One.

Two.

Three.

……

Seven.

Eight ways.

Nine ways.

……

The complete and ever-increasing phantom of the Holy Dao, Leng Bingbing laughed: "Hahahahaha, what is the double saint of the first generation, Wan Anbo moved the Wansheng Temple!"

"The sages of the human race, which one is not 'not afraid of being broken all over', and which one is not 'leave innocence in the world'!" Leng Hanbing grabbed the great Confucian who was about to leave: "Brother Ma, You're the first to bet!"

"Brother Leng, this old man can only use this treasure..."

"It doesn't matter, after all, it's been a good friend for many years. How could you not have the opportunity to take up personal work. I'm short of a great Confucian assistant. If you do it slowly, you will be able to pay off your debts."

"Hey, okay."

"Walk around and take your bets with me!"

……

At this time, Yan Baichuan stared at the ever-increasing shadows of the Holy Spirit on the square, his eyelids jumping.

"Waste, waste! What's the use of calling so many holy wills? Only one can be chosen!"

"What a waste!"

On the other side, Luo Sanqiu's open mouth never closed.

How do you chant lime?

Shouldn't you chant borders, chant homesickness?

Someone told you, chanting border crossings is nostalgic!

Why don't you play cards according to the routine!

Are you asking the Holy Spirit?

Everyone is one-to-one, tremblingly invited to give offerings.

You're having a feast!

I never dreamed that in Bagua Square, when I saw the Holy Spirit appearing, I could actually describe it as "sprouting after a rain"!

Hey, that holy will over there, stop crowding my halloween holy will!

……

"Cough cough!" Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, who was also a little sluggish, and said: "The appreciation of the saints is an affirmation for you. Chen Luo, choose a holy will."

Chen Luo was taken aback, huh?

I got a negative vote?

Chen Luo was about to speak, when Yan Baichuan's voice came from his ears: "Choose All Saints, he is the master of stone bricks, and he can be even more powerful as an artifact."

Hey, shady!

Why can't I let my favorite brother Shengyi debut!

Chen Luo showed a pious expression on his face, bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your blessings, the younger generation wants to invite Wan..."

Before Chen Luo finished speaking, another holy will descended from the sky and landed directly in front of Chen Luo. The holy power filled the air and suppressed other holy wills!

Yan Baichuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly said, "Choose him! Choose him! Choose him!"

Chen Luo was also stunned for a moment, and looked up at the holy will. Compared with other semi-holy phantoms, he couldn't see his face, which meant that he could vaguely see his face.

At this time, a ray of light flew from one direction from Zhongjing and landed on Bagua Square in an instant. It was the Dharma Sign! Seeing the phantom in front of Chen Luo, he also bowed slightly.

"Disciples of Legalism, have met Han Feizi!"

Legalist sage, Han Feizi!

Fa Xiang looked at the poems on the stele, and bowed to Chen Luo: "Since ancient times, I have been innocent, and there is no right of law school! Please Wan Anbo be fulfilled!"

Chen Luo nodded, bowed to Han Feizi and saluted: "Invite Han Feizi to enter the poem!"

Han Feizi's holy phantom nodded slightly, raised his legs and stepped into the poetry and prose, and the poetry and prose immediately burst into the stone brick, and the stone brick showed two cracks~IndoMTL.com~ Immediately, he flew behind Chen Luo.

The holy will above the square shook their heads slightly and slowly dissipated. Only the last halloween phantom hesitated for a moment before dissipating.

At this time, no one heard it, and in the virtual temple, there was a long sigh.

……

Luo Sanqiu's mouth doesn't seem to be able to close.

His chance to make a name for himself!

He just saw the ghost of Halloween's holy will dissipate, and his heart was aching.

How...can...this?

Just here, a hand patted his shoulder, he turned his head, and it was the face with a cold smile.

"Lao Luo, pay the bet!"

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