Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 109: Zhongjingcheng, bombed

Chen Luo shouted, and Ji Zhong rushed to the jade platform.

"Xiao Ji, are you ready?" Chen Luo asked.

Xiao Ji sighed as if resigned: "Come on!"

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, put his hand on Xiao Ji's chest, and activated the Star Absorbing Dafa!

"What is Wan Anbo doing?" In the North Wind Building, everyone saw Chen Luo's movements, and their faces were strange.

Nan Yuanxi's suspicious eyes flashed: "Is this so? No way"

Red Sleeve Academy.

"Diefei, isn't this Wan Anbo's quirk? When you usually follow Wan Anbo, does he do the same to you?" Liu Mengrui suddenly approached Cheng Diefei.

Cheng Diefei looked at the palm of Chen Luo's chest on Xiaoji's chest in the phantom, then looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Chen has never touched me!"

Liu Mengrui curled her lips: "That's it! I overheard my father and my aunt say that if you rub it more, you can get bigger. I think you have grown a bit bigger recently."

"Bah, bah, I'm talking nonsense!" Cheng Diefei's face flushed instantly, but his heart still moved, and he looked down again, "Is it really getting bigger?"

"Wen Xiang, Chen Luo, he is here" Ye Heng finally couldn't hold back and asked again.

"Your Majesty, I'll be fine soon." Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Ye Heng:

"Young Master, are you all right? I'm dying." Ji Zhong's face paled a lot in an instant, Chen Luo sensed the tolerance of the meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-sucking practice.

Ji Zhong staggered a step before he could barely stand still, Chen Luo pouted: "Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your practice, I'll kill you once I **** you, it's not good!"

Ji Zhong didn't have the strength to answer either, so he took his last breath and cautiously jumped off the edge of the high platform.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart was full of vigilance, worried about what kind of conspiracy this was.

Chen Luo stretched his body: "Don't be nervous, just breathe a little Haoran righteousness."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo exuded an aura of righteousness in his body, and for a moment Chen Luo was enveloped by a bright and righteous azure light.

About the same time, there were exclamations from the audience.

Zhou Zuofeng stood up suddenly in surprise, Ye Heng also subconsciously grasped the handle of the seat, and Ye Qu beside him had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Even Dharma Xiang, who has always been as steady as Mount Tai, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.

North Wind Tower.

No one cared about the sound of countless teacups falling to the ground. Everyone stared at the man standing in the blue light in the phantom.

"What the **** happened?"

"What do my eyes see?"

"What did Wan Anbo do to become a scholar?"

"Could it be that Wan Anbo has always been secretive?"

There are different guesses in everyone's heart, only Nan Yuanxi shouted in his heart

"The Star Absorbing Dafa! This is the Star Absorbing Dafa! The martial arts in Xiaoao Jianghu exist! Existence!"

Bai Qingqing's face, which had always been wearing a decent smile, changed color for the first time. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe and righteousness, and panicked.

Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has developed some means to enable ordinary people to become Confucian scholars?

Isn't that the great mysterious billions of people

Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Wan Wan Amber?"

Chen Luo chuckled: "Young master, it's my turn."

Speaking, Chen Luo walked to the Spring and Autumn Holy Page.

The eyes of the entire Zhongjing City are moving with Chen Luo's movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted from the shock of Chen Luo becoming a Confucian scholar in an instant.

After all, Wen Lei is still in progress.

Ordinary people can't think of that much, they only know that Wan Anbo has a great sense of righteousness.

Those who were a little thoughtful also calmed down. Since Wan Anbo's sudden acquisition of Haoran's righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion later. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei can't lose!

For a while, everyone's focus was on the Wen Lei competition.

Wang Bugui and Fang Xiujie, none of them left any ink marks on the holy page.

Tian Xiangwan wrote one handed down poem, but he was unable to make three more poems, so he was defeated.

I thought there was no hope, but I didn't expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!

He wrote Du Shiniang and Xiaoao Jianghu

He also wrote the first Yaqu Acacia Order

This time Wen Lei may not lose!

Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the writing brush, and the righteousness in his body sunk into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the pen and paper in his hand seemed to be connected to himself. Transported along the barrel.

"Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?" Bai Qingqing couldn't help asking when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.

Chen Luo recovered.

"Four poems, poems and songs are not limited, related to time, at least handed down."

"Four pieces in a series, the first one is buckled."

"The four songs must be unified in rhythm."

Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions put forward by Bai Qingqing.

In the phantom, everyone only saw Chen Luo in a scholar's robe, writing and ink, smiling and muttering to himself.

"Wan Anbo, I'll give you my life!" In the Linglong Building, an oiran shouted in his heart, "Enough is enough, whatever poems you write, this is enough!"

"Don't make any noise, Wan Anbo is about to start writing!"

"Meng'er, lower your head to me, your bun is blocking my view of Wan Anbo!"

Hongnu Xiaoyuan, Luo Hongnu looked at the shadow projected by the shadow stone, and gently stroked the violin, a melody flowed from the strings.

"Girl, aren't you nervous?" The little maid stared at the phantom, feeling dry mouth.

"What are you nervous about? Is there any poetry in this world that can stymie him!" Luo Hongnu said lightly, "I'm here, just play the piano and cheer for him!"

Speaking of which, a "Swordsman" song, which is hard to find in the outside world, played in the small courtyard!

On the high jade platform, Chen Luo picked up the pen and wrote on the first holy page.

"The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains,"

"Langan pavilion curtain,"

"In the Yangliu Swing Courtyard."

"Ting Ying Yan Dance,"

"The little bridge flows red."

"It's an elegant song!" A great Confucian recognized the song at a glance, "This is a spring scene. Yes, he must have written all four of his songs in the spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's time and years. It's wonderful to break the title like this!"

"It's more than breaking the title, look at this elegant song, the first sentence of the spring mountain is warm and windy, a spring is blowing in the face, the mountains and green forests, the bright and warm sun, and the spring breeze. It's like a painting, and it makes people feel comfortable. ' said another great Confucian.

"Yes, the next sentence is Langan pavilion and curtain wall. In the Yangliu swing courtyard, from far to near, Langan, pavilion, curtain, willow, swing, and small courtyard are independent of each other, but they can all be connected, but they all reveal the meaning of spring. I As if seeing the swing in the small courtyard, there is laughter from the young daughter."

"The best response is the last two sentences, the birds sing and the swallows dance, and the small bridge is red, turning people's eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness. It's a bright spring."

"This song describes spring with every sentence and every word, like a landscape of ink and wash, with only a few strokes, it is beautiful and meaningful!"

"You gentlemen, look, the holy page has responded!"

All the great Confucians looked up at the holy page, and saw that every word of the song on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page was shining brightly, and then on the side of the holy page, there was a picture of a spring scene slowly appearing, exactly what was depicted in the song imagination.

"Hahaha" The great scholar of the historian before that laughed and said loudly, "Sacred page movie! This is a vision that has resonated with the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page over the years, and it has exceeded the level of the sacred page. ."

The words of the great Confucian historians spread along the array, and even in the East Tower, the cheers from all over the capital could be vaguely heard.

Bai Qingqing looked a little ugly, stared at Chen Luo, and said, "Wan Anbo, do you want to write the second song? It's just that this rhythm must be unified."

"Thank you for the reminder from the young master." Chen Luo nodded, walked to the second holy page, picked up the pen and dropped it

"Clouds and rains are overwhelmed,"

"The building is high and the water is cold and the melon is sweet,"

"The green trees are shaded and painted with eaves."

"Sha kitchen rattan mat,"

"The Jade Man Luo Shan Qing Chen."

"It's a picture of a peaceful summer enjoying the cool air." A great Confucian commented, "The clouds are over and the rain is over, the building is high and the air is fresh, and the trees are shady. Behind the thin as a cicada's wings, a young woman can be seen wearing a dress. Luo Sha, holding an incense fan, closed her eyes and fell asleep."

"What Brother Wen said is very true. It was a hot and dry summer, but Wan Anbo wrote it in a quiet and quiet way, and it was refreshing to read."

"Look, look, the holy page is filming again! Haha, it's a summer cool picture!"

Bai Qingqing's jade hand in her sleeve has already clenched her fist, and the fox tail behind her is swaying dangerously.

"Wan Amber, continue with the third song?"

Chen Luo glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the third holy page, shook his head suddenly, walked away, and came to the fourth holy page.

Chen Luo's actions made everyone puzzled.

Suddenly, a great Confucian slapped his thigh and said, "Damn it, Wan Anbo was forced to make a Qiu Si by someone from the Fuci Club in Linglong Building before!"

"The old man remembers. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw, under the shadow of a little flying eagle. The green mountains and green water, the white grass, the red leaves and the yellow flowers."

"That's right, if this song is placed here, it is directly opposite to the autumn song, and the intention is even more than the previous two spring and summer songs!"

"Damn, this song has already been made before, and it's not a live work that Wen Lei requested. Wan An Bo will definitely be unable to make a similar song again in the short term. It's all because of the **** of the Fuci Club!"

"Qingliu, this old man remembers that you seem to be one of the people behind the Fuci Club? This old man has been with you for several years, and he is blind and blind. Today, this old man will cut off his robes with you!"

"It's very, very, very good, the old man agrees, Qingliu, the old man also cuts off his robe and righteousness with you!"

Let's not talk about the turmoil under the ring, Chen Luo wrote on the fourth holy page

"A picture of Jiaojiao's door,"

"Half Courtyard Crescent Dusk,"

"The waterfront in front of the snowy mountains."

"Bamboo fence thatched cottage."

“The lonely village of light smoke and grass.”

"Everyone, look at this winter song. The cold moon, dusk, snow-capped mountains, waterfront, light smoke, decaying grass, huts, and lonely villages are such a cold and desolate imagery, and how sad and hopeless loneliness they express. Ah."

"Brother Wen's analysis is good. The Qiaomen, which shows its outline in the twilight, lingers in the distant and mournful sound of horns inside and outside the Qiaomen. Evening night falls, but the moonlight only illuminates half of the courtyard, the snow on the mountain, the front of the mountain. Streams, bamboo huts, and a few wisps of green smoke, how lonely it is!"

"The old man knows, it must be Wan Anbo who knows that he can't make autumn songs in a short time, and his mentality suddenly becomes desolate."

"Look at him, from the joy of spring, to the sweetness of summer, but directly to the loneliness of winter! What a big ups and downs, don't hurt your heart."

"Yeah, Wan Anbo is only under 20, my grandson is almost forty, and it's still not a good thing. Hey, Wan Anbo is still a child"

"Forget it, if you lose this fight, you will lose. Go back and issue a seal order. Don't mention the Lin Huang fight in front of Wan Anbo again, lest this child be sad!"

"Lin Huang Lei may not be mentioned, but the three songs of spring, summer and winter need to be widely praised. From today onwards, whoever says that music is a common thing will be the enemy of the old man."

"The old man seconded"

"The old man also agrees!"

Hearing the voices of the great Confucians in the audience~IndoMTL.com~ Bai Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Luo again.

"Wan Anbo, have you encountered difficulties in this autumn song? It doesn't matter, there are ten places in this competition. If you admit defeat now, my demon clan is willing to accept only eight places, how about it?"

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing strangely: "What are you kidding?"

"Do you know why I put Qiu last?"

"Because, too fierce!"

Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and picked up the brush.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to write this song, but I can't help it. I wrote the original match Qiu last time, and I can only rely on it to save the scene!"

Chen Luo thought to himself.

Under the stage, the great Confucianism was watching the ceremony.

"Hey, this kid, he's going to be brave."

"Stop it, don't hurt your heart!"

"Young man is full of energy, he is always reluctant to admit defeat!"

"This kid doesn't seem to have a marriage date yet? My great-granddaughter"

"Bah! Old man, he is a close disciple of Zhu Sheng. You marry him with your great-granddaughter. Do you want Zhu Sheng to call your grandfather?"

"You, you don't want to smear people's innocence!"

Chen Luo took a deep breath and dropped the hand holding the brush.

The ancestor of Qiu Si, it was decided to be you!

"Withered vine, old tree and drowning crow,"

"Little Bridges and Flowing Water,"

"Ancient West Wind Thin Horse."

"Sunset,"

"Heartbroken people are in the world!"

After finishing the composition, an inexplicable autumn wind blew into everyone's heart.

Then, following the projection of the magic circle, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing.

A feeling of autumnal thoughts pervaded instantly.

The entire Zhongjing city seems to be the mute button pressed in an instant.

But then, there was a lot of noise in the East Que, and the central capital was full of turmoil.

Break up!