Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 355: Luo is not that kind of person

There is little rain in the north, but Dongcang City is different.

Close to the vast hectares of blue waves, a gust of wind blows from the sea, and I don't know how much moisture it carries. Whenever the harsh winter passes, the endless ice fields in the barbaric world no longer howl, and the barbaric wind from the north is blocked by the high mountains of Daye Ridge, so it has no power.

At this time, the wind from the East China Sea found a way forward, crossed the hundreds of miles that was less than a leap, and hugged Dongcang City. Warm and gentle, like a mother opening her arms to welcome a child returning from the battlefield.

It turned into wind, gently rubbing away the tense nerves of Dong Cangcheng; it turned into rain, gently washing away the condensed blood energy.

The light rain is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks like nothing in the distance.

There are madmen drinking in the rain, and poets singing in the wind.

Bright-colored oil-paper umbrellas are opened one after another, like flowers blooming, splendid the broad avenues and beautiful quiet alleys.

At this moment, the city is full of flowers.

This is not Jiangnan, this is Dongcang.

Spring is here.

…

Mastiff Lingling held an umbrella and followed step by step beside this famous former guest and young man of the current owner, trying to use the umbrella to cover all the falling threads of rain.

Mastiff Lingling naturally knows about a year of bad luck. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. However, in just one day, the little ancestor in front of him who could call the wind and call the rain in his eyes was overworked and injured, and he was choking even when he took a breath. It's easy to avoid the rain with the evil spirit, but what if the evil spirit collides?

Ignoring the carefulness beside him, Chen Luo was in a good mood at the moment, humming a little song. "Eighteen Touches" is absolutely not daring to sing, how can a handsome twenty-year-old boy speak that kind of accent? Thinking about it, only Lang Feixian, a vicissitudes uncle who can see "I have stories and wine" at a glance, can make people taste a little refined in the vulgarity of the market. People say that the vulgar is the elegant, but it is so.

Walking on the streets of Dongcang, everyone who came and went saw the city lord. But no one came up to worship, most of them bowed silently, and then they did what they had to do.

Master Hou, the more times you see him, the less sense of awe he will naturally have. On weekdays, he mixes with the crowd drinking and listening to books. When he is happy, it is common for him to reward the storyteller. Some people even call him a shame of literati in front of his face. He shrugs his shoulders and shows off all kinds of weird blades. The appearance of owed makes people itch with hatred.

Chen Luo is going to meet Daoist Shangshan, since he has accepted the other party's suggestion and accepted the favor, he must thank him face to face. Although it's only a few hundred meters away, it's enough sincerity to meet him at the risk of death.

In addition, Chen Luo is about to leave the city, and Chen Luo also wants to take a good walk in Dongcang.

…

"Chen Daoist has made a decision?" Daoist Shangshan was a little surprised by Chen Luo's arrival, but he soon knew why Chen Luo came, and quickly welcomed him into the house. He obediently offered a cup of tea. Mastiff Lingling stood beside Chen Luo with her hands tied, always on guard against accidents.

"Lao Daojun and seniors from the Dao Palace pointed out a way for me before." Chen Luo nodded and said, "I have already agreed with my senior brother and senior sister, and I will leave the city soon. I am here to pay my respects to Daojun. It's farewell."

Shangshan Taoist nodded and said "You're welcome", then took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table beside Chen Luo.

"I originally planned to give this object to the Taoist master when he left. Since the Taoist master is also leaving, then it is now."

"What's this?" Chen Luo naturally didn't feel comfortable taking the porcelain vase and started looking at it, but couldn't bear curiosity, so he asked.

Shangshan Daojun smiled and said: "This is a gift prepared by the Taoist Palace for Master Chen's agreement to integrate into the Daomen Dao. However, when deduced with the seniors of the Taoist Palace, the senior predicted that the Taoist will travel far, so he passed down the decree. Let Pindao give this gift."

"As for what it is, Daoist Chen will know when he opens it."

Chen Luo was slightly taken aback, took the bottle, took off the cork, poured the bottle out, and three beans appeared.

Red beans, mung beans, soybeans.

"This is?"

"Scattering beans into soldiers?" Mastiff Lingling said suddenly.

"Exactly." Shangshan props nodded: "This is the fairy soldier bean seed carefully cultivated by our Taoist sect, and it is the marshal of the bean soldier. The Taoist master can try to recognize the master with his soul."

When Chen Luo heard the words, he immediately mobilized a ray of spirit and landed on the three beans. The beans seemed to have been refined by someone, so Chen Luo could only stamp it, leaving a brand on the three beans in an instant.

Immediately, the three beans flickered slightly, and turned into a red, a green, and a yellow gas, flew out, landed in front of Chen Luo, and turned into three figures.

As soon as the three figures appeared, they knelt down on one knee towards Chen Luo, and said in unison: "Red Doudou (Mung Doudou, Huang Doudou) has seen the master!"

Chen Luo took a closer look, and saw that Hong Doudou was wearing a red armor and had a strong figure; Eyebrows drooping, no matter how you look at it, he is an unlucky child.

"Master Hou, these three are all Daoist cultivation bases." Mastiff Lingling's pupils shrank, and he felt the aura in the other party's body, and his heart couldn't help beating. Can this door mass-produce "nine thousand miles" Taoist soldiers?

Shangshan Daojun looked as usual, pointed at the three marshals and introduced: "Red Doudou, Taoist charms are engraved all over his body, and a charm is a heavy attack."

"Mung Doudou, the qi of the elixir is cultivated, and it is a poison in one breath."

"Young Doudou, master the four-nine formation, you can trap, kill, and defend."

"Marshal Dou Bing, each one is equivalent to a seventh-rank Taoist monarch. The Taoist Palace has cultivated a total of nine, and these three are presented to Chen Taoist."

Chen Luo hurriedly got up to thank you, then looked at the three Marshal Dou and said, "I will be there for you in the future."

The three bean marshals all returned the gift, and then turned into three beans again. Then Chen Luo carefully put the three beans into a porcelain bottle and put them close to his body.

Thanks, farewell, even the farewell gift was accepted, Chen Luo couldn't stay any longer, so he saluted again, and left Shangshan Daojun's residence with Mastiff Lingling.

"Master Hou, why did you leave in such a hurry?" Mastiff Lingling followed Chen Luo out, wondering, shouldn't it be reasonable to say a few more pleasantries?

The Taoist incense hasn't been lit for long.

Chen Luo coughed twice, and said softly: "I suddenly remembered that the Taoist Palace has prepared a gift for me, will the Holy Church not have it?"

"Hurry up and say goodbye to Mr. Untired, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

…

Of course the above statement was a joke, but Chen Luo would naturally be disrespectful if the church really had a gift, but unfortunately, there was no gift, but Mr. Untiring sent a message.

"Tenth on the blood list?" Chen Luo frowned slightly, "What is that?"

"It's the assassination list set by the Barbarian Golden Tentacle City, and each rank has a corresponding reward." Mr. Untiring still looked haggard, and explained earnestly, "The tenth reward is enough to make a The royal tribe is excited."

Speaking of this, Mr. Untired thought about it, and decided to start from the beginning, and said slowly: "The ancestral system of the barbarians has four levels: Tian, ​​Khan, King, and Marquis."

"Among them, the Ministry of Heaven has a total of four schools, which are not easy to find through the ages. They are the Manshen Palace and the Mantian Temple, which are high above the sky, and the Second Sun and Moon Division, which is known as the lord of the barbarians. The core of the barbarian city formation, no matter how the barbarian situation changes, is the supreme ruler of the barbarians."

"However, many years ago, the barbarians had a war between the sun and the moon, and the Moon Department was squeezed out of the Golden Tent City. At present, it has received the false name of the Heaven Department. Perhaps it is not even comparable to the stronger Khan Department."

"Under the Ministry of Heaven are the Eight Great Khans, and this winter battle was triggered by the Khans."

"The royal tribe is a tribe with a population of no less than tens of millions. Not to mention the royal tribe, in fact, some powerful royal tribes may be only one line behind the Khan tribe in strength. The huge number of royal tribes is the barbarian tribe The real background."

"The Hou tribe is a tribe with a population of more than 100,000, which is eligible to compete for the qualification to enter the city. Those tribes that do not enter the stream are often directly attached to the Hou tribe."

Speaking of this, Mr. Untired paused for a moment: "So, the tenth blood list is very dangerous."

Chen Luo had no taboos, and asked directly: "Why are you only in the top ten?"

Am I not standing high enough?

Mr. Untired choked for a while. After many years, he heard that someone disliked his low ranking in the blood list, so he continued to explain: "The ranking of the Golden Tentacle City is determined based on the potential harm to the barbaric city. If you can enter the top ten Most people are basically great Confucians, and they are great Confucianists who have great hope of becoming saints.”

"For example, your big brother Lang Feixian is ranked fifth in the blood list."

"You are only six thousand miles. Since the establishment of the blood list, there are only two people who can enter the blood list with six thousand miles!"

"Li Qinglian, Su Poxian!"

Chen Luo finally dispelled his doubts and asked, "Who is currently number one on the blood list?"

"Han Bingxiang!"

"What about the second?"

"Xinbei King!"

"What about the third one?"

Mr. Untired looked at Chen Luo: "The blood list is not some deep secret, Daoist Chen can ask Zhenxuan Division for a copy."

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly, and cupped his hands: "I was curious for a while, but I couldn't hold it back, so I took the liberty."

"No problem."

"However, I am puzzled by one thing, and I would like to ask Mr. Untired to clarify." Chen Luo seemed to have thought of something, and asked again.

Mr. Untired nodded: "Please tell me ~IndoMTL.com~ The barbarian is very different from us in appearance, and the human race is strictly guarding against the barbarian. Is there any point in the blood list they made? They can't assassinate!"

"Chen Daoist must not have such an idea." Mr. Untired shook his head slightly, "There are always some people in the human race, who either take advantage of the barbarians, or are angry that the human race treats them unfairly, and some people read wrong things. I feel more and more that the sky is blind and barbaric, and I am willing to be a monster with human skin and brutal heart. These are the forces that barbarians can drive."

"Then there is the barbarian girl among the barbarians. Those with pure blood can practice the technique of 'closing the eyes', closing the barbarian eyes behind or behind the head, making it easier to have facial features. In addition to being infertile with the human race, they can also confuse their eyes with fish. , lurking among the human race."

"In short, when you meet a beautiful woman, be very careful." Finally, Mr. Untiring said solemnly.

Chen Luo straightened his body and replied: "Mr. Luo has remembered the teaching. Don't worry, sir, Luo is not that kind of person!"

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