Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 112: Try it once

The bustling capital of China has never been so quiet.

The sudden news left everyone in disbelief.

Even those who were too busy to pay attention to Lin Huanglei heard the voice of the phantom of the formation that could be seen everywhere.

The coolie unloaded the heavy goods on his body, and the hawkers walking on the streets stopped their hasty footsteps;

The merchant stopped shouting, and the craftsman stopped his work;

A woman holds the child in her arms and her eyes are full of hope;

A down-and-out man clenched his fists with tears in his eyes;

Lie on the ground in the street style, unaware of the boulder on the chest;

Ragged beggars nest by the wall, and the food in their hands suddenly tastes bad;

The young child stopped fighting and the old woman stopped nagging;

The breeze blew through the leaves, and the rustling became the only sound in Zhongjing.

In this silence, a force gathers.

This kind of power, people are always uplifting, always smiling, always moving forward.

This power is called—

Hope!

……

Dongque Plaza.

Whether it was the demon clan, the powerful, or the great Confucianism present, they all looked at Chen Luo with burning eyes.

The political minister's eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment; the law minister looked at Chen Luo seriously for the first time, and his eyes were full of interest.

Above the high platform, Ye Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Finally, the Nine-Five Supreme of the Great Xuan Dynasty broke the silence.

"Chen Aiqing, you mean, you can let ordinary people embark on the path of cultivation?"

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and a stream of red dust condensed in his hand.

The mass of red dust flickered in seven colors and looked extremely bright, like a fire, attracting everyone's attention.

"Happiness, anger, worry, thinking, sadness, fear, and shock are the seven emotions of human beings."

"There are all kinds of emotions in the world, and the world is hot and cold, all in the seven emotions."

"This colorful air, I call it red dust air."

"Understand the seven emotions in the book and enter the world."

"Everyone can walk this way!"

"Before today, Confucian scholars, Taoists, monks..."

"After today, there will be one more person on the way to practice."

"Wufu!"

……

"Mother..." At the door of Yuewei Thatched Cottage, a woman in her thirties held a child of five or six years old, staring blankly at the image in the air.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, she brought her children to visit Mr.

Zhao Yang is a widow. A few years ago, her husband went to the north with her classmate. Three months later, her husband's classmate broke a leg and brought her a tattered, blood-stained Confucian robe.

Ms. Zhao Yang knew the robe, which was sewn stitch by stitch before her husband left.

The classmate was trying to get the robe back, and his leg was broken.

"The corpse was not taken back. Anyway, a burial mound is set up, and there is a place to worship." After the classmate with the broken leg said this, he set foot on the road to the north again. Since then, she has never been seen again. over each other.

The Zhao Yang clan dug the grave, put the **** half Confucian robe in it, and laid himself in the grave.

She doesn't want to get up, it's like dying like this.

However, she found out she was pregnant!

She's going to live!

I worked so hard to give birth to my child to the age I am now.

Chao Yang didn't want his child to be mediocre, but he was worried that the child would follow his father's path.

But I didn't expect that the child was talented and intelligent, and the little man secretly taught himself Yawen.

Like my father.

Secretly cried all night at home, the next day Zhao Yang took her child to find her former husband's enlightenment teacher.

But after some tests, the child did not awaken the gift of reading through.

Zhao Yang's heart is both relaxed and heartbroken.

Just as she walked out of the thatched cottage, she heard Chen Luo's words spread through the magic circle.

"Mother..." The child shook Zhao Yang's hand. He could see that his mother was unhappy and wanted to make her happy, so he stretched out his hand, "Look, I have it too!"

After speaking, a ray of colorful air the size of a bean sprout condensed on the child's palm, flickering and swaying.

"You... how can you have this colorful aura?" Zhao Yang was shocked, squatted down, and asked.

Seeing Zhao Yang's reaction, the child was taken aback and said, "Grandpa Li next door has a lot of newspapers, he showed me..."

"Do you understand?"

The child shook his head: "I don't understand. Grandpa Li told me that he said that a group of people grabbed a baby, and then they were fighting. I was happy when I saw a good guy win, and sad when I saw a bad guy win. I looked at it, and there was this thing."

Looking at the nervous child, Zhao Yang suddenly laughed, laughed and cried again. She held the child tightly in her arms and used all her strength, as if she could keep him from leaving her side.

The child was uncomfortable when being held, and without shouting, he gently patted the child's back: "Mother don't cry. Am I able to practice cultivation? From now on, I can kill barbarians like my father. , protect my mother..."

When Mrs. Zhao Yang heard the words, she cried even louder, muttering in her mouth: "My son...my son..."

……

"I have it! I have it!" A drunkard who looked like a literati rushed out of the liquor store, and his palms condensed this mung bean-sized colorful aura.

"If it wasn't for Wan Anbo's reminder, I wouldn't have discovered that there is red dust in my body!" The drunkard laughed up to the sky, "I can cultivate! I can cultivate--" he shouted, and the tears could not stop. down.

Almost at the same time, the same voice sounded everywhere in Zhongjing City, like a thunderstorm.

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"It's so faint that I didn't even notice it!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Wan Anbo has only written a book, and it's not over yet. You've only read it again, and you're naturally weak."

"Hahahaha, I'm a warrior!"

"I'm a warrior too!"

"Warrior! Warrior!"

……

Even at the Dongque campus, everyone could hear the roars of surprise coming from all directions.

Some great Confucians showed excitement on their faces. They were not worried that Martial Dao would take away the source of Confucianism and Daoism, because the first choice for those who truly awakened their talents to read through would be Confucianism and Daoism.

After all, Confucianism and Taoism can be sanctified.

And they also read Chen Luo's books. Unlike Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, they are another system, but they are also full of Wenhua spirit.

This is the cousin of Confucianism and Taoism.

They checked a little and found that they also had a trace of red dust in their bodies. That red dust gas can actually not reject Haoran's righteousness, which further illustrates this point.

What they think of is that if everyone can practice martial arts, even if Chen Luo only opens martial arts three thousand miles, and cultivates to the level of combat power that rivals the poetry realm, the heritage of the human race will be doubled!

For a time, all the great Confucians were full of vigor and vigour, looking at the Yaozu mission.

As long as they have the slightest sign of doing something, they will shoot them and kill them.

The current Chen Luo is much more important than a demon mission.

Give it a try!

The demon clan mission, which clearly sensed the change of time, seemed to feel that the Confucian seat in front of him had turned into the Wanren Mountain in the north, and immediately took the initiative to restrain the demonic energy all over his body, for fear of causing misunderstanding.

The old Shijia Confucian shook his hands and stretched out his hand towards the front to grab it. The space in front was suddenly distorted. The Shijia Confucian plunged his hand into the void and took out a bamboo slip.

He stretched out the bamboo slip, pulled out the brush holding the crown from his head, turned the ink into the air, and wrote on the bamboo slip——

"Daxuan Li Zhenghe forty-sixth year, autumn, the fifth day of October. At that time, people thought it was exile. Sometimes there was a man who wanted to punish Lu Shi Dazhi ignored the righteousness and intimidated Wan Anbo. Wan Anbo really spoke to the emperor, preached the world, and opened the fourth spiritual path for the human race, saying: Wu!”

"This note should be the beginning of martial arts!"

"Sima Yimai~IndoMTL.com~ weeping with blood to note, it cannot be changed for eternity!"

After finishing speaking, the Sima Daru slammed his chest and spit out a mouthful of the blood of the Shijia's mantra, which was bred with great uprightness, and spit it out on the bamboo slip.

Lu Dazhi, who was in the crowd, was suddenly dizzy, feeling that his whole body was about to leave him, and his body exuded a disgusting smell. Suddenly shouting "I'm wrong" and collapsed to the ground, the personnel do not know.

This is the great scholar of history who nailed him to the pillar of shame in the history books with the power of Sima Bansheng's lineage.

Shi Jia's Magical Powers, the stench of a thousand years!

……

On the high jade platform, Song Tuizhi and Wen Sheng fell from mid-air, and they were lined up behind Chen Luo to the left and right, like a guardian. The two eyes passed through the teleportation array, as if through the endless void, and confronted countless eyes.

They are telling everyone that behind Chen Luo, stands Wenchang Pavilion and the lineage of Bamboo Forest!

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing, who was standing aside and dared not make any moves, and smiled lightly: "Young Master Qingqing, let's go down, it's time to fight..."