Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 340: Bitter City
East Cang City.
Chen Luo put down the brush in his hand and frowned slightly.
"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has already written the penultimate chapter: one king in the ancestral temple who died of filial piety, and two soldiers in Xichuan to compete for merit. The energy in the body is a little weak, so take a break for a while.
But when writing this last part, Chen Luo always felt that the temple of the Three Kingdoms in his soul was shaking slightly, as if it was about to come out.
"Should Shuling be the Temple of the Three Kingdoms?" Chen Luo wondered, "I already have a Wuhou Temple, what's the use of that?"
Chen Luo shook his head, intending to take a break before continuing to write.
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Peace City.
The charge of the Three Hundred Righteous only made one side of the barbarians panic a little, then surrounded them again.
There are more than 5,000 students in the Taiping Academy, and the total number of students who come to Taiping City for study tours is about 8,000. At this time, the barbarian army numbered 50,000.
The Great Confucian, who was fighting in the air at this time, was furious.
Then every student below is their heart and soul!
Not everyone can become a great scholar, but it must be the backbone of the human race!
In the past **** battles, there was always support from the Great Wall of Righteousness. Why is it that the support channel has not been opened for nearly a quarter of an hour now?
Above, the head of the court and the barbarian emperor restrain each other.
The great Confucians fought desperately against the barbarian king. As long as one person could spare their hands, they could change the battle situation below.
But unfortunately, the number of barbarian kings also exceeds the number of great Confucians, and many great Confucians want one-to-two, or even one-to-three.
The more so, the less they dare to die. Or they can still hold the other party. If they fight for their lives, but they don't come back together, wouldn't it hurt their comrades.
It's easy to die, but it's not hard to carry it.
"Go to hell!"
A roar sounded, and a small blue sword pierced the throat of a barbarian king. The sword continued to fly towards the other barbarian king. Suddenly, a fist was punched in the air and hit the barbarian king. Above the sword, the blue light on the small sword dissipated, then flew back and fell into the eyebrows of a great scholar. Half of the Confucian's face was like coke, and the other half was a majestic old man with vicissitudes of life.
Half-faced scholar, Su Liancheng.
Su Liancheng looked at the second-rank Barbarian King who repelled the small sword with a solemn expression.
The opponent is strong in blood, and should be a top barbarian king in the second rank.
"I know you, Su Liancheng!" When the barbarian king saw Su Liancheng, he suddenly laughed, "Su Lianchi, it's my subordinate Tuli!"
Su Liancheng's seemingly normal face suddenly changed, and his body was full of uprightness.
It's just the family and country of Sulian City, but it's not the rivers, lakes and seas, the city and the mountains like other great Confucians, but a dilapidated log cabin with a few wooden roofs missing...
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"Brother, I was accepted by the academy." The young Confucian student rushed into a small shabby house and said to the middle-aged man who was burying his head in transcribing books for others.
"Really?" The middle-aged man immediately threw down the book, almost picked it up, and took the notice from the young Confucian scholar, his face beaming with joy.
"Sure enough, hahahaha... let's go, celebrate today. Let's go, I'll go get the money."
"No need, brother!" said the young scholar, "I made an appointment to celebrate with other classmates, so I'm going to see them."
The middle-aged man nodded, suddenly remembered something, walked back to the desk, thought about it, took out a book from a stack of books, opened the pages, and took out a crumpled silver note, Turn it back and hand it to the young man.
"Since it's a celebration, you should also have some money on your back, so don't make people laugh at you!"
The young scholar smiled brightly: "Thank you, brother." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the silver note, put it in his arms, and waved his hand, "Brother, I'll go first."
"Go..." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the young scholar ran out of the cabin.
The middle-aged man smiled and watched each other leave, still excited.
"Sure enough, Lian Chi is more talented than me." He sighed in his heart.
His name is Su Liancheng, he has been studying for thirty-six years, and he is still in the realm of writing. That young man is Su Lianchi, his younger brother.
"Alas, after entering the academy, Lianchi still needs more expenses, so I'll transcribe some more today."
Speaking, he sat back at the desk again, rubbed his eyes, and continued to pick up the pen.
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Twenty years have gone by in the blink of an eye.
Su Lianchi's cultivation is like riding a horse of thousands of miles, broken into poetry, to enlightenment, to enlightenment, and finally to preaching. As for Su Liancheng, who was fifty-six years old, he stopped in the realm of poetry.
Su Liancheng still lives in that dilapidated house. Su Lianchi came to persuade him several times, but Su Liancheng refused to leave.
"You are a phoenix, flying out of the bird's nest."
"But I'm just a bird, and I'm not used to living in a plane tree."
Su Liancheng rejected Su Lianchi with a smile. He has become a poetic realm and has no lifespan growth. He has lived here for most of his life, and he does not want to leave.
For this matter, Su Liancheng didn't speak to him for a year.
When you talk again, it's goodbye. Su Liancheng entered the Ministry of War and went to the north.
Su Liancheng only said one sentence: "If I come back alive, I will move out!"
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Another five years.
Su Liancheng, who was in his sixtieth year, was resting in his house. A strong wind blew away a few wooden boards on the roof.
Just as he was about to go to the roof, a blue bird from the Ministry of War stopped in front of the door.
Su Liancheng wiped his hands, he thought it was a letter from his brother, but the letter only read two pages, like a bolt from the blue.
"Xin'an City was broken, Su Lianchi was kidnapped by the barbarians, I don't know whether to live or die!"
Su Liancheng looked back at the dilapidated wooden house, as if to put it in his heart.
The house is not being repaired.
He's going to save his brother!
On this day, Su Liancheng broke into a poem and entered the Master.
He left the small town he hadn't left for half his life.
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Su Liancheng traveled all the way, day and night, heading north.
Three thousand miles north, the city of Su Lian enters the enlightened realm of the Master.
Three thousand miles north, Su Liancheng entered the teaching realm of the Master.
Go north for 6,000 miles, out of the sky of the human race. Su Liancheng used the "brothers" as the basis to inspire the whole body with the righteousness of heaven and earth. He studied hard for a day and broke out, condensed the family and the world, and entered the great Confucianism!
That family, country, world, no country, no world, only a small house.
Home!
That day, the city of Sulian entered Mantian!
He wants to find Su Lianchi.
If alive, save him.
If he dies, bring him back.
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Year after year.
God knows how much Su Liancheng suffered and suffered.
When the righteousness is exhausted, he returns to the sky, rests for two days, and then enters the wild sky again after he recovers.
He searched for a tribe by tribe, and investigated a barbarian city by a barbarian city.
He never smiled again.
Until, he finally found the younger brother who made him think about his dreams.
Only when we met, the younger brother, who he thought was being tortured, actually had two barbarians in his arms and drank.
That's not his younger brother, that's a human race, Tuli Barbarian King!
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"Brother, I'm being forced!"
"Brother, you are also a great scholar? Well, the two of us will be able to escape back together!"
"Brother, I have a lot of news about the barbarians here. After I go back, I can still make contributions."
"Brother, no one knows what I did to the Barbarian King Tuli, and I will solve all those who do!"
"Brother, why don't you go?"
Su Liancheng smiled.
He, half his life, was unsuccessful and worked hard to support his younger brother.
He, a year into the Great Confucianism, does not know the life and death of his siblings.
Thousands of miles to find a family road, but it is a dead end.
It's better to see each other than to see each other.
That night, under the barbaric plains, the blue light shone through the night.
Su Liancheng's heart burst into flames, burning through half of his body. He broke down and stood up, killed relatives with righteousness, was promoted to the second-rank Confucian scholar, and beheaded Su Lianchi, the anti-species of the tribe.
A gust of wind blew through the phantom of the family and the world, blowing it off the top of several layers of wood.
Above the ruined tribe, Su Liancheng burst into tears.
"Father, mother, the family is gone."
"I don't have a brother anymore."
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Six months later, a half-faced scholar came to Taiping City.
Dignified and stern.
Only when Zhang Yuanshou drank tea occasionally, he commented: "Liancheng is bitter..."
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Peace City.
"Death!" Su Liancheng shouted loudly, and the shabby wooden hut phantom smashed down towards the second-rank Daman King, who was unafraid, his body was full of blood, and he punched the phantom of the hut, Almost in the blink of an eye, a thousand punches seemed to be thrown, and even the space began to crack. But the phantom of the wooden house just shook for a moment, and instantly covered the second-rank Dabarian King.
"Dear!" Su Liancheng wrote in the air, and suddenly a chain shot out from the wooden house. One end of the chain locked the second-rank Dabarian King, and the other end flew towards Su Lian City, instantly inserting into Su Lian City's heart.
"Benevolence of your relatives!" All the great Confucians present recognized this move and looked at Su Liancheng. At this time, other Barbarian Kings rushed to assist the Great Barbarian King, but they were desperately stopped by other great Confucians.
The barbarian king in the wooden house roared angrily, and the entire wooden house seemed to be engulfed by a huge amount of blood and blood, and it would fall down at any time.
"Righteousness!" Su Liancheng wrote again, a volume of "Zuo Zhuan" phantom unfolded behind Su Liancheng.
"The relatives are far and near, and the righteousness is the size!"
"Giving up the family for the world is righteousness!"
"Righteousness, kill relatives!"
In an instant, a giant blade flew out from the phantom of Zuozhuan, and slashed heavily on the wooden house. The phantom of the wooden house collapsed instantly, and the second-rank Dabarian King was slashed from the head with a knife. Almost at the same time, the chain burned inch by inch and quickly spread to the heart of Su Liancheng. The other half of Su Liancheng's face was burned by a cyan flame, and the giant blade turned into countless small blades and shot into the heart of Su Liancheng. .
Confucianism, ritual and Taoism taboo supernatural powers, righteousness destroys relatives.
Every time you cast it, you will lose half of your lifespan, and you will be punished by the fire of your heart, and your heart will be tortured like a knife.
This is the second time.
The second-rank savage king looked at his body in disbelief.
As soon as it came up, it was a trick to return together. Are the humans all lunatics?
His skills are not yet...
The only way to think about it is here. The second-rank Dabarian King was divided into two halves and fell to the ground.
"Hahahaha...Happy!" Su Liancheng suddenly burst into laughter. He was half flamed and half charred~IndoMTL.com~ As he spoke, a dagger appeared in Su Liancheng's hand, and suddenly inserted into the heart of the burning heart. , his body swelled rapidly.
Su Liancheng saw another second-rank barbarian king at a glance, and suddenly rushed over. The Great Barbarian King was shocked and turned to run, but Su Liancheng caught up with a flash and hugged him from behind.
"You deserve to die, Su, you won't have to suffer!" Su Liancheng shouted, and it exploded with a bang.
The battle of Taiping City, the great scholar Su Liancheng, beheaded two great barbarian kings in a row.
Fall.
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The Confucian scholar of Jiazi did not see sorrow, but the great Confucian was worried about his younger brother.
Ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers looking for relatives, ten years of life and death.
The hut is full of blood and blood, and it turns against brothers and sisters.
Righteousness cuts off the family locks, and the bitter waters are like tears.