Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 117: Red Dust Warriors

The night is as cool as water.

Ren Ji cleaned the horses, poured clean water into the manger, and spread fodder to finish the day's work.

He stretched, looked up at the moon in the sky, and suddenly seemed to see the round face on the boat.

Ren Ji shook his head, threw the thoughts out of his mind, leaned on Ma Peng's railing, and took out a strange musical instrument from his arms.

The instrument was fired from rough clay, but is now played with smooth jade. It's shaped like a water bottle, with an opening at one end and six small holes on the front, just enough to cover it with your fingers.

It's called Xun, and it was her mother's best instrument when she was alive. When he was six years old, he bought it from his mother's former bustard with the wages of cleaning the boat deck for a month and took it with him all the time.

He consulted all the musicians on the Zuixinghe River and learned how to play xun.

At this moment, he brought Xun to his lips, and a desolate melody sounded in the night.

The sound of xun is long.

Lao Huang, the owner of the caravan in the guest room, finished today's accounts and opened the window.

He saw the young man who was begging to join his caravan on the way, intoxicated by the sound of xun, with a smile on his face.

This young man stopped his caravan outside Lanling City, begging to go all the way, he can do anything, as long as he has food and lodging. Seeing his sincerity, Lao Huang nodded and agreed.

Lao Huang's business is mainly to do some special product transactions between Lanling City near the sea in Yuezhou and Huangteng City in the middle. The business is not big, but it is also a bit of a family business. In the early years, he couldn't afford a guard, and his son was robbed by the bandits when he was delivering the goods. The son chased after the bandits, but he lost his life, leaving only one granddaughter for him to take care of.

The young man named Aji below has been in contact with him in the past two days. He is down-to-earth and hard-working. He has a kind heart. With the eyesight of Lao Huang who has traveled far and wide for many years, he believes that this is a good boy.

"Anyway, there are still ten days to go to Huangteng City, so let's get to know more. If it's good, you can recruit a grandson-in-law. It's good to take on my family business."

Old Huang thought to himself, silently closing the window.

……

"Ren Ji?" Chen Luo looked at the list in his hand, and the geographical location of Yuezhou appeared in his mind.

My dear, that's in the eastern realm of Daxuan, and out of Yuezhou is Xingchenhai

Beijing is tens of thousands of miles away.

This Xiao Ji stays by his side every day, holding all the original manuscripts, and even if he looks at the whole book, he doesn't need to wait for updates. Occasionally he will explain the plot to him, even tens of thousands of miles away, People who read newspapers every day can't compare!

Shame!

"Su Qianqian, the name should be a girl." Although they are all two hundred and twenty-seven, but the second place is definitely a bit more than Xiao Ji.

Not even a little girl, shame!

What? Is Xiao Ji a Confucian genius? Oh, that's fine.

Chen Luo read the entire list from beginning to end, and found that the ninety-ninth and one-hundredth place are all ninety-nine dust, but the name is a bit dazzling.

99th place: Yan Baichuan.

Number 100: Song Tuizhi.

"Pfft..." The tea in Chen Luo's mouth spurted out, "What's going on?"

The fourth senior brother clearly told himself that after entering the realm of Confucianism, he will not be confused by external things. It is easy for them to sense the red dust in their novels, but because they have already walked out of their own way on the road to the sky, it is difficult for them to substitute their emotions and experience the world in the book.

Chen Luo understands this very well. After all, whether it is Jin Gu Liang Wen or the Four Great Classics, the definition is popular literature, which is for the general public. Great Confucians were all academician-level figures in their previous lives. If you like it, you can, but you don't need to study nature.

To put it another way, it's like a child will be sad for a long time when he sees Tiejia Xiaobao's failure, while an adult man who has experienced vicissitudes of life will only smile at the female traffic policeman.

But...

Chen Luo looked at the list and was ranked in the top 100 of the entire Daxuan. Do you still say that it is difficult to substitute?

Is there any reason?

Chen Luo thought for a while, then asked Bai Xiaosheng, "Old Bai, can those great Confucians not be put in? At most, it's like a Confucian student!"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded: "No problem!"

After saying that, Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand towards the list, and suddenly some of the rankings on the list changed, but not much, but the names of Yan Baichuan and Song Tuizhi were topped by two other names.

Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, you just checked the red dust of those great scholars, will they notice it?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head: "The old man didn't take the initiative to investigate, but only sensed the feedback of martial arts. There is red dust in their bodies, and naturally there is information reflected in the martial arts."

Good guy! Isn't this just a bunch of sub-protocols before opening the APP and closing your eyes?

This thing, if you use it yourself, it's delicious!

"However, the old man can also sense that some traces have been erased. It should be someone who has discovered the existence of this feedback and actively dispelled the red dust or made a barrier. Those two must have a close relationship with the Lord. , so it was not covered up.”

Chen Luo nodded, this is reasonable. Otherwise, if you can spy on the Great Confucian at will, wouldn't that be against the sky... No, you may be beaten to death first!

"Okay." Chen Luo nodded, "The dust list is too ugly. Since it is a list that counts the amount of red dust, let's call it the Duo list."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Lord, please be serious."

Chen Luo smiled embarrassedly: "If you have cultivated the aura of red dust, even if you enter the martial arts, it is called the red dust martial arts list."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

Also, erase the amount of red dust behind it, so that only I can see it. "

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

……

Wenchang Court.

Yan Baichuan, who was working hard to copy books, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wan'anbo Mansion.

"Strange, why did you feel like being watched by someone just now?" Yan Baichuan wondered, "Could it be related to the red dust in my body?"

"I don't know if the fourth man has noticed it? Forget it, that reckless man is still in a good mood, so he definitely won't notice it!"

"It is estimated that Chen Luo has come up with something strange again."

"Forget it, forget it, there are still 8,000 copies of "Swordsman" to copy, forget it for now!"

"However, that kid probably didn't realize that I was his fan!"

"Never admit it!"

……

Zhili, Qingyu Lane.

The flames are raging.

The Su family just bought it, and the burning rocks that were going to be sent to the kiln tomorrow were almost all ignited in an instant, and the huge Su residence was like a sea of ​​fire.

Several men in black escaped from the mansion.

"Damn, who doesn't have eyes and lit the Fire Rock?"

"Brother, I don't know, we're all waiting outside the door. By the way, brother, how is that maid?"

The man in the lead licked his lips: "Fine skin and tender meat, much better than those in brothels. It's a pity that I didn't catch Miss Su Mansion, otherwise I would be in a good mood."

"Brother, we haven't moved the warehouse yet, what should we do now?"

The boss looked back at the fire in the Su Mansion: "Hey, ask that Mr. Ge for money! If he doesn't give it, I will expose it and everyone will die together!"

"Yes, let's die together!"

"Let's go, someone who will put out the fire will be here soon!"

Several men in black nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared at the entrance of Su Mansion, it was Su Qianqian.

Su Qianqian holds a crushed Taoist talisman in her hand.

This is a gift from a real person to the Su family.

At a critical moment, my brother went to block the men in black, and my father stuffed this talisman to himself!

The maid Cui Er changed into her own clothes and sat in the boudoir.

Looking at the blazing Su Mansion, Su Qianqian's heart cramped and she burst into tears.

Tweety, it's gone.

Brother, it's gone.

Daddy, it's gone.

Su Qianqian heard what the man in black just said.

"Ge Yunqing!"

"And those beasts!"

"I Su Qianqian, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Su Qianqian almost bit her lip bleeding...

……

"Wow... it's finally over!"

Four watch, St. Page Square. All the students could hardly raise their hands.

Kong Tianfang and the several presidents didn't show any gestures. They leaned on their seats one by one, looking at the mountains of manuscripts in front of them, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's all working hard!" Kong Tianfang sighed, "I will never touch the pen again within three days!"

Another head of the hospital waved his hand: "Don't say three days, this old man will never write a word within seven days!"

"Do you know what the old man is thinking now?" said the third Confucian president, "Why did you practice calligraphy so hard back then!"

"Wait, I'll become Wan Anbo's character slave!"

As soon as these words came out, several academic leaders looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Okay, Tianyi, those students who did not participate in the transcription are responsible for sending the manuscript of "Swordsman", is this all arranged properly?"

Tian Haiyi nodded: "It's all right. But I think this "Swordsman" is coming to an end, it should be over soon."

The female scholar of the Red Sleeve Academy nodded: "Die Fei said there are still three chapters! But the story after "Swordsman", Wan Anbo also has a belly draft!"

Kong Tianfang nodded with a smile: "I don't know what kind of strange writing it will be! What martial arts are hidden in it! Well, today I am the host, how about we go to Beifenglou to wake up early?"

"Fantastic, I haven't been to Beifeng Tower yet!"

"Yes, that Huazui Nansheng took the salary of my academy, but he didn't give lectures in the academy, and still went to Beifenglou to tell stories every day. It's hateful!"

"Then you should fire him?"

"Dream!"

The Confucian scholars burst into laughter again.

Suddenly, Cheng Difei came in: "Heads of the academy!"

The female Confucian scholar of the Red Sleeve Academy frowned: "Die Fei, why don't you know the rules? This is the private room of the head of the academy, why are you so reckless?"

Cheng Diefei quickly saluted and apologized: "Diefei's fault, I will apologize later. It's just that Wan Anbo has an urgent manuscript here, saying that it must be published in today's Daxuan Minbao!"

Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "How many times after "Swordsman"? Wait for the supplement to be sent tomorrow? The old man and all the students can't afford to write!"

"No, Wan Anbert explained that it is inconvenient to publish this manuscript in the supplement, so it can only be placed in the "Daxuan Min Daily"!" Said, Cheng Diefei handed over a few thin pages.

Kong Tianfang took a look at the thickness of the paper and took over his doubts, his eyes instantly widened.

“The Red Dust Martial List?”

"This list is a list of the amount of red dust in the body of people who have cultivated red dust. It is changed every month."

"If you enter this list, you will get the top..."

"Second list can get..."

"Three in the list..."

……

Kong Tianfang read the introduction of "Red Dust Martial List" at a glance, then turned to the next page.

"First place: Yuezhou, Ren Ji."

"Second place, Zhili, Su Qianqian."

"The third place, Mangzhou, Ji Zhong."

……

Kong Tianfang sucked in a breath of cold air, handed the manuscript to several other presidents, and sighed, "This Wan Anbo, who announced the martial arts yesterday, is ranked today, one after another."

"He really doesn't treat me like a man!"

Cheng Diefei ignored Kong Tianfang's emotion and asked anxiously, "Head of the Confucius Institute, can I add it today? I have to go back and return to my uncle!"

Kong Tianfang glanced at the head of the House of Representatives and smiled bitterly: "Go ahead!"

The head of the House of Representatives nodded: "As soon as this list comes out, how many people will jump to the dragon gate!"

"As long as Wan Anbo can continue the martial arts, they will be the first to follow!"

"That's all, don't let anyone get in the way."

"The students are all tired. It's just a few pages. I'll do it for you."

"The old man makes an exception to write again."

"Same mention! Same mention!"

Suddenly there was another burst of laughter in the private room.

……

The morning was finally ushered in in the capital city of Zhongjing after a busy night.

Every sales point in the streets and alleys is full of people~IndoMTL.com~ They have been queuing since last night.

Haven't read through talent before, so that's not much to say.

Today there is a novel for everyone to read, so how can you miss it?

Confucian scholars everywhere are promoting the publicity. In order to allow everyone in the capital to read novels, all the scholars, masters, and great Confucians who "written a thousand words" last night worked hard to write and stayed up all night.

This scene will not happen again, they are all anxiously waiting for the sale of the manuscript!

Soon, the "Daxuan Minbao" escorted by Confucius Jing and its previous supplements appeared in people's field of vision. Although they were anxious, the people patiently waited for the students to arrange everything.

Until you hear: "Sell!"

Suddenly the team rushed forward.

Just before I got my hands on it, I saw the eye-catching front page of the Daxuanmin Newspaper——

"Red Dust"!