Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 531: The shame of the literati is doubled! (2 in 1)

"Good! Good! Good!"

In the ancestral home of the Fang family, Fang Huaji's voice of surprise almost subconsciously used the spring thunder of his tongue.

"Okay! That's great!" Fang Huaji walked up and down the clan hall excitedly holding the manuscript of the first chapter of "Legend of the White Snake".

"This Bai Ze really lived up to our high expectations!" Fang Huaji waved the manuscript in his hand, "Long story! This is a long story!"

"Aside from martial arts, why is Chen Luo's literary name so prosperous?"

"Is he good at poetry? Or is he good at short stories?"

"Neither!"

"He wrote the magnificent novel!"

"Taoist's "Tao De Jing" has only more than 5,000 words; the four books and five classics of the Confucian classics are only 170,000 words, but Chen Luo's random novel is 500,000 to 600,000 words , and even millions of words!"

"Although you speak small words and big things, most of the people in this world are stupid men and women, how can you understand those truths!"

"They like this kind of long articles that can be listened to every day, every month, with ups and downs!"

Fang Huaji blushed with excitement, he sat down, looked at all the great scholars of the Fang family, and said with a smile: "At first, I still had some reservations about this Bai Ze!"

"Originally, the old man thought that when his short stories of Liao Zhai reached a certain length, he would compile and publish them again!"

"Unexpectedly, this Bai Ze actually wrote a long story, and it is also a story about the snake demon in response to the Lin'an West Lake incident!"

"The people who say that only Wuhou can write millions of novels can stop!"

"Let me out now, a long book, my Fang family guest Qing, the monster Bai Ze, can write the same!"

"I want to see how Chen Luo responds!"

At this time, a great Confucian frowned slightly and said, "Patriarch, is it too early to say something now?"

"What if Bai Ze loses his strength and can't continue writing? It doesn't matter if he loses face at that time, my Fang family will be ridiculed with him!"

At this time, Fang Huaji hadn't spoken yet, another great Confucian of the Fang family said: "Uncle Thirteen, a few days ago, Chen Luo published a new article."

"Short story style similar to Liaozhai, but the story is more bizarre and involves the underworld."

"It's called "Lu Juan"!"

"It is said that men who read this article will become more intelligent, and women will become more beautiful!"

"Only my family can't feel it!"

"Right now Confucianism and Taoism are arguing endlessly because of whether the 'Lu Pan' in the story belongs to Confucianism or Taoism!"

"Chen Luozhi's literary fame is at its peak again!"

"The old man thinks that the Patriarch's decision is very wise. Regardless of whether Bai Ze can write "Legend of the White Snake" into a long story, at this time, Chen Luo must not be allowed to dominate!"

As soon as these words came out, nearly half of the Confucian scholars in the field nodded slightly.

The current Fang family is almost obsessed with Chen Luo, that is, they cannot see Chen Luo achieving any success.

Moreover, they are not without the ability to fight back!

They have Baize!

As the first force to form an alliance with Bai Ze and introduce Bai Ze's writings to Daxuan, the more successful Fang Cun Shan Bai Ze is, the more successful their Fang family will be!

After all, there is a Bole in the world, and then there is a Chollima.

The other Fang's family is Bai Mo's Bole!

"Cough, cough, cough..." A fat scholar sitting in the front suddenly coughed twice, and said to Fang Huaji, "Patriarch, just right, the old man also has something to inform you."

Fang Huaji glanced at the other party, his face became serious. This great Confucian named Fang Zhilin was a generation older than himself. He was a person who came out of the Fang family's secret realm. Normally, he would just sit quietly during clan meetings and would not speak.

"Fifth Uncle, please tell me." Fang Huaji said respectfully.

Fang Zhilin nodded, and said: "Our Fang family has sent back information from the Yaozu's eyeliner that the Southern Wilderness Toad Palace has appeared!"

"The Toad Palace is here!" As soon as this remark came out, the entire clan council hall immediately became commotion.

Fang Huaji was also taken aback for a moment, and then his tongue burst into spring thunder: "Quiet!"

All the great Confucian scholars calmed down, and looked at Fang Zhilin again, Fang Zhilin continued: "Whenever the Toad Palace appears, the Southern Wilderness will inevitably usher in a blood tide!"

"What kind of bloodline tide will be this time remains to be seen! But the Tiger Clan Empress Chengzu is coming, this time the bloodline tide is likely to be for her. If this is the case, it will be rare even in hundreds of years The bloodline tide of the ancestor demon level, then our Fang family can't miss it!"

"Han Changli of the former dynasty took advantage of Nanhuang's blood tide to become a saint, seized the luck of Nanhuang, and walked out of the saint's road of'writing to convey Tao'."

"Our Fang family also has a peak Confucianist. If we can take this opportunity to become a saint, our Fang family will be more confident!"

"But the most important thing..." Fang Zhilin changed the subject, "Even if our Fang family can't grab the opportunity, we can't let Zhulin grab it!"

"Lang Feixian, the great disciple of the bamboo forest, was in the realm of seeking in his early years. Although he was injured in Mantian and was repelled from the realm, it is hard to guarantee that he has recovered now. If he is allowed to take this opportunity to become a saint..."

As soon as this remark came out, all the great scholars of the Fang family fought a cold war.

The blood slaughter great Confucian Lang Feixian is a fierce **** who can leapfrog the ranks and kill the enemy. If he can be made a saint, wouldn't he be the second bamboo saint?

The key is that this guy is not afraid of death!

The more you fight to the death, the happier you are!

If he is allowed to seize the luck of the monster clan and become a saint, he may be a half-sage for the first time, and his combat power will not be weaker than that of the bamboo saint!

One Bamboo Sage can hit three with one, and another one?

All the great scholars of the Fang family fought a cold war.

Can't think about it! OK!

"It's not that easy to **** tidal luck..." A great Confucian said calmly, "Let's not talk about the monster race, even if it is my human race, there must be no fewer families who get the news, and the suitable peak There are also many great Confucians..."

"If you are prepared, you will be safe!" Fang Zhilin's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, "Bai Ze came into being at the right time. The Fang Cun Mountain's white ink stirred up the original luck of the Southern Wilderness with its strange writing, just like a catfish entering a river. This is an opportunity for our Fang family to fish in troubled waters!"

"In my opinion, this white ink is the best entry point for this bloodline tide, and it is also a surprise!"

"I agree with the Patriarch's opinion, let's spread the word "The Legend of the White Snake" this morning. If he can write this article with white ink, our Fang family will guarantee his fame in the human race! He has to be dragged down, Bai Mo can't help but appreciate it!"

"In addition, the old man also proposed to use this "Legend of the White Snake" to propose to the imperial court to ennoble Bai Mo!"

"It's better to be a Marquis!"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, and then fell into deep thought.

Fang Huaji thought for a while, and said: "It's not uncommon for the imperial court to enshrine a marquis for the monster clan. It's not difficult. It's just Uncle Fifteen, what do we want?"

Fang Huaji's question is very simple, whether he wants a false title or a real title!

Empty title, it's easy to handle, Bai Mo's articles are already remarkable, and they also advocate the unity of the two races, if the Fang family submits a letter asking for the title, the imperial court will still give it face.

But if it is sealed, it will be a bit difficult.

Sealed... Where is it sealed? Are the residents of the fief willing? Besides, if you seal an inland city to Bai Mo, will Bai Mo be happy?

Fang Zhilin smiled lightly: "Of course it's a real seal. Does a false title have any attraction to Bai Mo today? How can it show the sincerity of our Fang family!"

"The city of Lin'an in "Legend of the White Snake" is the frontier of Daxuan, so naturally it cannot be subdivided, but what if we seek the Lord of the West Lake?"

"Since he used the 'West Lake' as the scenery in the article, he must love the West Lake, which is exactly what he likes."

Fang Huaji thought for a while: "A lake is really suitable. The monster race's Jingze, the human race's West Lake, and his white ink sitting on the two lakes is also a good story. But this lake has always been prosperous in poetry, and it is a place of literary prosperity I'm afraid Wenchang Pavilion disagrees!"

"Then change it with him!" Fang Zhilin said, "The old man has already thought about it. Wenchang Pavilion planned to incorporate Dongcang opera into the official school system before, didn't we stop it?"

"This matter can't be stopped for long, at most three to five years."

"Then just give Yan Baichuan a favor and ask him to row out of the West Lake!"

All the great scholars couldn't help but nodded when they heard the words.

Although it was a little uncomfortable to popularize Xiqu, but it was just giving up an interception that was destined to be unsuccessful, without paying any real price.

What's more, even if Bai Mo accepted the canonization, would he really leave the Southern Wilderness and come to the territory of the human race?

Besides entrusting their Fang family to take charge of this West Lake, who else can they find?

That's the West Lake, the West Lake where "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun", the West Lake is "the water is shimmering and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy".

In the end, it didn't fall into the hands of his Fang family!

An old man in a family is like a treasure!

This wave, the Fang family wants to earn blood!

"Come here, immediately transcribe the "Legend of the White Snake", people stop writing non-stop, I want this article to spread throughout Daxuan tomorrow!" Fang Huaji immediately ordered!

That night, the few big families in the human race were mobilized, and the lights of the entire Fangcheng never stopped.

Pieces of "Fang Bai United News" exuding the fragrance of ink flowed out from Fang's house and were sent to various places in Daxuan!

The Fang family did their best for Bai Mo's literary name!

…

It's still daylight.

"The little newsboy who sells newspapers carries a big schoolbag, gets up early in the morning to sell newspapers, and walks all over the streets and alleys..." The clear and clear voice of a child resounded on the streets of Zhongjing.

"Hey... This is the Fang family's newsboy team coming out." Some diners said with a smile.

The Fang family invited everyone to imitate Chen Luo's song about selling newspapers, and it sounds innocent. In fact, no matter how Chen Luo and the Fang family fought, it was still a good thing to give these children an extra family allowance. The scholars are also very friendly to these newsboys.

"Little guy, come here..." Xu Laoqi put down the mistake in his hand, took out some broken silver, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Bai from the Yaozu a new article?"

"Yeah!" The little newspaper boy replied according to what his teacher taught him, "Mr. Bai wrote an article "Legend of the White Snake", which is about the snake demon!"

After thinking about it, the little newsboy added: "I'm so excited!"

"Poof..." All the diners spurted out the tea in their mouths.

Xu Laoqi wanted to tease the little newsboy, so he asked, "What kind of stimulation is it?"

The little newspaper boy rolled his eyes at the other party, and even spoke the dialect of his hometown: "I don't know how to speak? I can't read all the words..."

Suddenly there was laughter in the tea shop, and Xu Laoqi even took out some broken silver and threw it at a small newspaper boy, saying: "Study hard, the newspaper seller can't read all the words, I'm afraid he is a melon!"

The little newsboy took the money, put a newspaper on the tea stand, bowed to Xu Laoqi to express his gratitude, and then ran a few steps before turning around and shouting: "I'm not a melon boy!"

"If I tell you the content, you won't buy it..."

"Hahahaha..." There was another burst of laughter in the restaurant.

Xu Laoqi finished laughing, rolled up the newspaper, and stuffed it into his bosom. The diner next to him asked curiously: "This Yinluo, don't you read this newspaper?"

"Don't look at it, don't look at it!" Xu Laoqi waved his hand, "Didn't you hear that little clever ghost say it's too exciting?"

"For this kind of article, it is best to go to the Xingzao Tea House and listen to the master's words for the first time. After listening to it, go back and read it slowly..."

"What you said is very true!" Another diner who led the table answered, "The goblins in Mr. Bai's works must be tasted after hearing Mr. Shu's words. When you read it yourself, you always want It's not good enough..."

"I've always been a fox demon before, but this time it's actually a snake demon. That must be very exciting..."

"I don't know what kind of life Mr. Bai lived in Nanhuang?"

As soon as the voice fell, the tea shop suddenly burst into laughter for the third time, but the charm in this laughter... everyone understands it!

…

The largest Xingzao teahouse in Zhongjing is now buzzing with people.

The content of today's storytelling is written in a conspicuous place.

"Peak Great Sage: The story I have to tell the human scholar and I!"

. "Fate: The little snake I saved turned out to be a beautiful girl!"

"Movingly touching: the kindness that spans the millennium!"

"A piece of writing shakes the southern barren land, and a hyperbolic breaks people's hearts!"

"The Legend of the White Snake will show you the charm of the snake monster!"

The provocative and provocative slogans made the people waiting outside the teahouse very curious, just waiting for the moment when the teahouse opens!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Bai is fighting with Marquis Wu!"

"Isn't it? How long has it been since "Lu Juan" came out, and Mr. Bai has started writing "The Legend of the White Snake", but to be honest, I was really scared by "Lu Juan". "What is written?"

"Needless to say, Mr. Bai's style has always been charming and bold, with boundless spring scenery, full of Southern Wilderness..."

"The fox demon has written very well, but I don't know what this snake demon can write! I really... look forward to it!"

"Although as a human race, I am the Marquis of Wu; but Mr. Bai's article is really good, and it provides a lot of detailed research for us to study the monster race!"

"Exactly! Besides, judging from the style of the article, Mr. Bai is also from the family. It's just a pity that he chose to cooperate with the Fang family!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Isn't the Fang family a human race? Let me tell you, the Fang family is doing the right thing this time by vigorously promoting Mr. Bai's article!"

"Stop arguing, you two, it's our turn to judge these matters. However, Mr. Bai is at least a little better than Marquis Wu, that is, he keeps breaking the rules!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you must learn from Mr. Bai about the shame of a literati, and be clean at the end. Don't leave a tail, which makes people's thoughts difficult to understand."

At this moment, the door of Xingzao Teahouse opened suddenly, and the two waiters walked out of the teahouse, put their hands behind their ears, breathed their energy, and shouted loudly: "Wake up—Zao—— ..."

At the same time, the guests who had already been waiting outside rushed in one after another, pouring into the Xingzao Tea House.

…

"Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, cultivated this body for thousands of years in the cave..."

In Folding Willow Academy, Kong Tianfang sang softly while beating the beat while looking at the newspaper in his hand.

Tian Haiyi on the side frowned: "Head of the hospital, why are you still singing?"

"Hey, this white ink is interesting. Look...he marked all the scores on the article." Kong Tianfang handed the newspaper to Tian Haiyi, Tian Haiyi glanced at it, and said in surprise: " Really clever!"

"It's more than that..." Kong Tianfang pinched his beard, "This article is different from his previous articles."

"The monster race is weak, but the human race is booming. A monster pays attention to the concept of 'repaying virtue with virtue'. This imagination is simply unconstrained and unique!"

"It looks like a story about a husband and wife, but this writing is clearly about the couple's life after marriage, rather than the previous articles that usually end after they get married!"

"You and I both understand that it is easy to write about meeting and loving each other, but it is difficult to say that getting to know each other..."

"The demon who fell into the world of mortals is also the world of mortals."

"Chen Luo really met his opponent this time!"

Tian Haiyi frowned subconsciously, just looked down, but at the end, Tian Haiyi suddenly slapped the table: "Bastard!"

Kong Tianfang was shocked, and quickly asked: "What's the matter? I haven't looked at the back, is there any remarks against my human race!"

"Read it for yourself!" Tian Haiyi handed the newspaper to Kong Tianfang, Kong Tianfang immediately glanced at the ten lines and fell to the end, and immediately raised his eyebrows and burst into anger!

"Don't be a son of man!"

"The old man thought that Bai Mo was Chen Luo's enemy, but he turned out to be the same dog!"

"Shame of the literati!"

…

On the other side, Xingzao Tea House.

Everyone looked at the delicate woman standing next to Mr. Storyteller with puzzled expressions.

It looks good, but what are you doing on stage?

When the eye-catching photo was taken, everyone understood the role of the woman.

It was actually sung live!

This **** sense of ritual!

This is a new job!

"West Lake is beautiful, God in March; spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke."

"If you are destined to meet thousands of miles away, it is hard to hold hands if you don't have the destiny to face each other. After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together..."

As the classic singing sounded, all the audience present closed their eyes, as if they had come to the misty West Lake together and stood on the swaying black-covered boat.

As if in the boat, a dainty young lady was smiling shyly at her, and a witty and eccentric maid looked at her angrily and scolded herself not to watch anymore...

This spring rain moved the hearts of young people; this black-covered boat carried the splendid spring sorrow.

If this rain will not stop, if this ship will not dock, then no one will get off the ship.

There is no brilliant technique or supernatural power, and there is no treacherous conspiracy. It's just a simple two people, a picturesque first meeting.

The story suddenly changed, naughty Xiaoqing faced Xu Xian who came to visit Bai Suzhen, teased that Bai Suzhen had already betrothed to someone else, and rushed Xu Xian away.

At this time, the clear sky thundered, and the pouring rain fell again.

The hearts of the audience hung above the dark cloud, urging Bai Suzhen to clarify the misunderstanding quickly. . Suddenly, a voice came mercilessly.

"Crack!"

"If you want to know what's going on, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Audience: (??｀??Д????)!!

A mouthful of old blood clogged his chest!

What's going on?

This... this familiar feeling?

The ominous fragmented power is back?

White ink? Also out of context?

The super double of the shame of the literati?

Everyone looked back and forth at each other for a while, and then looked up to the stage, only to see the storyteller "proficiently" disappear, leaving only the beautiful woman on stage looking at a loss.

Confirmed, it is broken!

This is the end of the first round!

Damn!

For a moment, everyone remembered the terror ruled by the "next time decomposition" before!

"Gan!"

"Grass!"

"Day!"

In an instant, a classic sentence was blurted out, and the battle sound that once resounded through the Xingzao Teahouse returned again——

"Bring me my forty-foot sword!"

"The old man knows how the Yaozu can write articles! It is a shame for literati to write!"

"I hate me to death! Why did I stop here!"

"Bai Mo, if you don't want to learn, how can you learn this stuff! He-tui!"

"Send all the blades to the Fang family!"

"Yes, yes, send the blade to the Fang family!"

…

Lingzhou, bamboo forest.

The evening breeze blows gently.

Lang Feixian yawned, looking boredly at the fishing rod in his hand.

The teacher and junior sister have all gone to heaven, so I have to guard the bamboo forest.

So boring!

It has been thirty-two days and five hours, three quarters and three minutes without waves...

I really want to go out and let myself go!

After all, as a flower, it always has to experience wind and rain before it can bloom. If you stay in the bamboo forest all the time, you will only become a flower in the greenhouse!

Will be the same as the third child, sissy!

It's only two days, and it shouldn't be a problem to go to Nanhuang Junior Brother's place for a while, right?

"Big brother, big brother..." Just as Lang Feixian was thinking, Lao Qi's voice came over.

Then, Fairy Langfei saw his fish floating, pulled it hard, and a koi was caught out of the lotus pond.

"Seventh Junior Brother?"

The koi jumped on the ground: "Brother, I just received news from Yan Baichuan in Wenchang Pavilion."

Lang Feixian was stunned for a moment: "Let's put Lao Yan's information first, why did you get a koi?"

The koi replied: "This is the content of the second chapter of the third volume of the bamboo forest ecological defense plan, don't you remember, big brother? I showed it to you!"

"Oh... I have an impression, I have an impression..." Lang Feixian replied perfunctorily, and quickly changed the topic, "What did Yan Baichuan say?"

The koi opened its mouth wide and said, "Yan Baichuan said that the Fang family is giving the little junior brother, no, strictly speaking, they are asking Fang Cunshan Baimo to be a prince, and they plan to seal it as the 'Marquis of Pinghu' and seal it in Lin'an West Lake. !”

"Take the West Lake as the center, extend the shore for twenty miles, and set it as a fiefdom."

Lang Feixian has a strange expression on his face: "That's a place of literary luck, the Fang family is very good to my junior brother...Did Yan Baichuan agree?"

"No, the condition offered by the Fang family is that they agree to include the operas of the younger brother into the official school system, but Yan Baichuan also wants the Fang family to contribute funds to let Wenchang Pavilion build 600 schools in Daxuan; The number of places in Jingjing has been increased by three; one piece of Jinxiu Mo of the Great Confucian level is also required; and the Fang family has to send three Great Confucianists to work in Wenchang Pavilion..."

"Heartbroken! Can the Fang family agree?" Lang Feixian cursed.

"The Fang family agreed!"

"Well done!" Lang Feixian blurted out!

"By the way, I have something..." Lang Feixian was about to tell "Kinkoi" about his plan for a two-day trip to the Southern Wilderness, but Koi said first: "There is one more thing!"

"Yan Baichuan sent a message saying that the Toad Palace in the Southern Desolation has reappeared, and the blood tide will come!"

"Let senior brother get ready, there may be unexpected benefits with junior brother in Nanhuang!"

Hearing the words, Immortal Langfei said helplessly, "Lao Qi, I have already lost my way. Now my way is protecting the martial way of my junior brother!"

"Only when I have traveled nine thousand miles, can I take that step!"

The koi skipped a bit, and the fish head nodded: "I know!"

"But others don't know!"

"Let's play it safe, senior brother, you can completely disturb the sight! Don't forget, there are three senior brothers..."

Lang Feixian nodded solemnly upon hearing this.

This is a big deal!

A smoke bomb? It sounds like a character set up to fly.

This is for you!

"So, during this period of time, senior brother, you have to stay stable in the bamboo forest, so that the outside world can't figure out your cards!" Jinyu said.

Lang Feixian's expression froze~IndoMTL.com~ Is my two-day trip to the Southern Wilderness ruined?

Not happy!

Immediately, Immortal Langfei looked at the koi on the ground meaningfully: "Lao Qi, you can also go to the Southern Wilderness to fight for it?"

"Hey..." Koi laughed, "Brother, you know me."

"There are too many people in this kind of thing, it's not stable!"

After finishing speaking, the koi turned into green smoke with a bang, and a piece of paper in the shape of a fish floated to the ground.

"Alas..." Lang Feixian sighed, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Nanhuang, "Blood tide..."

"Little brother, I really envy you!"

"Wherever you go, great things will happen!"

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