Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 118: I am invincible (Part 1)

"This is... your new book spirit?" Song Tuizhi looked at Bai Xiaosheng who looked very stinky in front of him, his eyes flickered for a moment, "It was he who created your "Red Dust Martial Art" List"?"

"Exactly!" Chen Luo nodded. Since he was going to publish the "Red Dust Martial List", of course he had to report it to the fourth senior brother. Besides, he also found out that the fourth senior brother was actually a fan of his book, so it's easy to say. .

"Fourth Senior Brother, this is the book!" After saying that, he presented "The Passionate Swordsman Ruthless Sword", "After "Swordsman", I plan to serialize this novel."

"Huh?" Song Tuizhi's eyes lit up, but then he pretended to be serious and serious again, "Whether it's okay, put it with me first, lest those old **** try to break your serialization rules."

"That's right." Chen Luo chuckled in his heart, handed the novel to Song Tuizhi, and was about to leave when he suddenly asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, did you sense anything before?"

Song Tui was stunned, hesitating again and again, and said: "It seems to be something, but I noticed that there is nothing, what's wrong?"

Chen Luo looked at Song Tuizhi and knew that Bai Xiaosheng was right, the Fourth Senior Brother didn't sense his investigation, so he waved his hand: "It's nothing, just ask, I'll go get some sleep first! "As he said that, he walked outside the house.

"Well, the fourth senior brother said that his cultivation level is comparable to his, so he probably didn't notice it!"

Seeing Chen Luo's back disappearing from the room, Song Tuizhi hurriedly concentrated his energy and tried to sense his surroundings. After a while, he also said with a puzzled look, "Isn't there anything wrong? Why do you ask that?"

"But my answer should be quite appropriate..."

Thinking of this, Song Tuizhi also nodded, and couldn't wait to open the manuscript of "The Passionate Swordsman Wuqing Sword"...

……

"Red Dust Martial Ranking?" All those who got the latest issue of "Daxuan Minbao" looked at the list on the first page of the first edition, showing a look of doubt.

"How much is the red dust? My dear, why is a Yuezhou person running in front of us Zhongjing people?"

"What's more, you see, none of the top ten is from Zhongjing! Mr. Nan is at the top of us, and only ranks 19th!"

"This...this...this..."

"Hmph, before we didn't know that reading the book of Wan Anbo would produce a red dust atmosphere, so even if we bought the newspaper, it was just one eye and ten lines, and it was just a craving, and we were willing to go to the restaurant to hear about Mr. I have less understanding."

"Those out-of-towners don't have the business of being a storyteller. They can only see for themselves. Isn't this a piece higher than us?"

"Brother is right, so it's still telling that Mr. Shu is holding us back in the capital?"

"This is not right." An old gentleman who had been listening to the conversation at this time said, "Mr. Wen's decomposition of the plot can help you better understand the events and feelings in the book, but you never Just go and study."

"Exactly!" Another tea drinker also interjected, "Mr. Wen is like a child reading with Mr. Enlightenment. This should be my advantage in Zhongjing, but it's just wasted..."

The words of the two made the faces of the people who were talking to him blushed, and they quickly cupped their hands and said, "Thank you for your teaching. We must carefully study the book of Wan'anbo, and we will definitely not let me, Zhongjing, fall behind."

"That's right, that's right. Little Er, I'll pay for the tea for these two!"

……

"Father, I don't want to study Confucianism anymore." A boy of sixteen or seventeen, kneeling in front of his father. In front of him, there is the latest issue of "Red Dust Martial Ranking".

On the "Red Dust Martial List", a name was carefully circled with a brush.

No. 78, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

Looking at the boy kneeling in front of him, the middle-aged man sitting in the chair frowned: "You are not the only one named Song Qixing in Zhongjing City, how do you know that these seventy-eight people are you?"

"Baby just got a ray of red dust out of thin air. This list shows that the 51st to 80th place can get three red dust a day. Who else is it?"

Then Song Qixing's father hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm not allowed to be a father!"

"Why?" Song Qixing asked, "My child started studying Confucianism at the age of nine. You are a master of enlightenment who has crossed two mountains and seas, and your grandfather is a great scholar in Wenchang Pavilion. You taught me day and night, and found countless righteousness for me. Treasure, but the boy has only just finished his writing, and his righteousness is weak, and he can't even pass the eight major academies, why do you want me to study Confucianism?"

Father Song looked at his only son with tears in his eyes, and his heart softened. He knew that both his father and himself had brought enormous pressure to the child.

Most of those old friends who have contacts at home, and children his age, are in the realm of poetry, or only a thin line away from the realm of poetry. And Song Qixing's righteousness is weak, and even if there are poems that come from a masterful hand, the righteousness can't support it at all.

Actually, both he and his Confucian father understood that although this child had awakened his talent for reading, he was not expected to read Confucianism.

But at the moment, he can't back down.

"Xing'er, listen to the father."

"If you study Confucianism, your grandfather and I have discussed it a long time ago, and it will definitely ensure that you enter the realm of poetry before the age of 30."

"For my father and your grandfather, I have accumulated some credits over the years. When you reach the Poetry Realm, we will exchange these credits to get a chance for you to be promoted to master before the age of sixty."

"It's not 100%, but it's 67 out of 10."

"So you don't have to worry, just read Confucianism with peace of mind."

"Wan Anbo is admired as a father, even your grandfather is full of praise. But, what is the martial arts? No one can say for sure."

"Don't say that you only have the 78th place. Even if Ren Ji, the first place, will have a future, who can say for sure?"

"Even Wan Anbo himself, now everyone respects his literary talent and his teacher's inheritance, but look, how many people respect his cultivation? Or combat power?"

"Those who don't have the talent to read through, take the road of martial arts, because that is their only choice. But if you can take the road of Confucianism and Taoism, how can you give up?"

"That **** the stars, a great Confucian asked in private, Wan Anbo clearly said, it's hard to learn!"

"Look at the third Ji Zhong, he is Wan Anbo's bodyguard, the seventeen-year-old Cheng Shijing, has he given up on Confucianism and Taoism?"

Song Qixing looked at his father, clenching his fists with both hands, tears welling in his eyes: "You don't know the child at all!"

"I know that in order for me to practice, my grandfather almost threw all the money from his scriptures on me."

"It's even more delaying your promotion to the preaching realm, Daddy."

"Your credits can help grandpa breed a great Confucian treasure."

"I don't want to drag you down!"

"Sometimes I think, I'd rather not wake up to a reading talent!"

"I don't like you sacrificing yourself to arrange for me a path I don't want to take!"

"I like Wan Amber's novels, and I also like the stories in them. I think I'm suitable for that path."

"Just treat me like an ordinary person, I want to do martial arts! I want to be a martial artist!"

"No matter how this road ends? No matter whether it is the Confucian road to heaven or not!"

"This is better than the road you prepared for me!"

Father Song slapped the table suddenly: "You are arrogant! You... renegade son... I said no, you are not allowed, starting today, "Da Xuan Min Daily" will appear in other homes!"

"Dad!" Song Qixing stood up, "Why do you do this! Is it because of the plaque of our scholarly family?"

"Pop!" A heavy slap slapped Song Qixing in the face, and even Father Song was stunned.

Since the death of his beloved wife, he has never been willing to touch Song Qixing.

Song Qixing covered her face, knelt down suddenly, kowtowed to Father Song, turned and ran out!

Father Song looked at the back of Song Qixing running out of the house, and his heart was sore and painful.

He held the corner of the table, and his eyes fell on the "Da Xuan Ming Pao" on the ground, the name framed by the black circle.

No. 78, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

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"Your Majesty, it's still unclear what the effect of martial arts is. I think that people can practice spontaneously, and it is not appropriate for the court to intervene."

"Your Majesty, my ministers have different opinions. It is better to have practice than no practice. In the past, only fifty ordinary people of us could kill a barbarian. If after practicing martial arts, even forty-nine people can be killed, it will be a profit. Yes!"

"Absurd, folks' spontaneous practice can still turn around in front of the demon clan. If the court intervenes and causes unnecessary suspicion of the demon clan, can you afford this responsibility?"

"The demon clan is afraid of power but not virtuous. If it makes them feel jealous, it might not be a solution."

"You make him feel jealous, then there must be something to be jealous of!"

"Why do you say that this martial art can become a real fear!"

"Cough, cough..." Ye Heng coughed twice, interrupting the officials' debate, looking at the ministers of literature and politics, and asked, "Two love ministers, what do you think?"

The political minister was the first to speak: "It takes three days to burn the test jade, and it takes seven years to distinguish the material. The minister believes that there is a sentence from Lord Lu that is right, that is, it is better to have practice than no practice."

"In the frontier of my northern region, tens of millions of people and millions of ordinary soldiers, even if only one layer of strength is increased, it can offset the damage caused by some barbarians."

"However, if the imperial court invests a lot of manpower and material resources to promote martial arts, the loss will be second, but if it attracts the fear of the monsters, the policy of the Holy King's Palace will change, and it will harass me towards the south, but the north does not. The improvement of expectations will not be worth the loss.”

"In the final analysis, we still need to know how strong martial arts can be! Is the court worth taking the risk!"

"If Qiang, as Master Tong said, even if we are disturbed by them for a while, after three or five years, we will be able to **** it back with all the benefits. They will naturally consider the pros and cons. I believe that with the ability of the Ministry of Rites, it can also be suppressed. them."

"If you are weak, you don't have to spend a lot of time, benefiting the north and harming the south!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Wen Xiang again: "Wen Xiang, what do you think?"

Yan Baichuan chuckled lightly: "In the final analysis, you just want to know what martial arts are? Everyone is like a dragon, is this dragon from Xingchenhai, or from Taixuanchi, or from His Majesty's back garden? Watch the dragons!"

Manchu men and women all laughed when they heard Yan Baichuan's statement.

"This matter makes sense. Who can judge something that hasn't happened. I think that when Chen Luo is summoned to the court, you will know when you ask!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Hou An: "Call Chen Luo."

……

Chen Luo shook his head and sat up from the bed.

I want to catch up on a good night's sleep, but my mind keeps going, and every few minutes a piece of information emerges.

"Good guy!

"Huashan swordsmanship, Songshan swordsmanship, Hengshan swordsmanship..."

"Taiyue Sanqingfeng, Ning's sword, flying sand and stone thirteen..."

"Black Blood God Needle, Xuantian Finger, Liuding Kaishan..."

……

The martial arts in "The Swordsman" are unlocked in his mind.

"What's the matter? Are you doing a group review before the exam?" Chen Luo shook his head. It is estimated that after he announced the existence of martial arts yesterday, this group of people started to read books seriously!

"However, my arsenal seems to be filling up."

Just as Chen Luo sighed, Lu Tong knocked on the door: "Uncle, there is a call in the palace!"

……

Following Wang Li, who was summoned, he hurried all the way to the imperial city, and then trotted all the way into Changming Palace.

As soon as Chen Luo appeared, everyone's eyes turned to him.

"What's the matter? The eyes of these people seem to want to prostitute me for nothing!" Chen Luo complained in his heart, and stepped forward to salute Ye Heng, "Wan Anbo Chen Luo, I have seen Your Majesty!"

"Chen Luo, don't be too polite!" Ye Heng smiled and waved his hand, "I ask you, is your martial arts great?"

Chen Luo was stunned for a while, but when he came up, he asked **?

"Hmm..." The prime minister snorted, "Wan Anbo, what Your Majesty means is that your current martial arts is comparable to that of a Confucian sect, and how is your combat power?"

Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang, looked at Wen Xiang, and blinked his eyes, as if asking: "Fighting or admitting cowardice?"

Wen Xiang laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, tell the truth!"

Chen Luo thought about it, if it were a few hours ago, he would still have to be humble.

Now, hum, there are a lot of martial arts in my mind, and the thirty-six acupoints are almost full.

Then tell the truth.

Chen Luo bowed to Zuo Xiang: "My realm is hard to say. If I follow my cultivation, it is equivalent to the realm of Confucianism."

"As for combat power!"

Chen Luo raised his chest and raised his head: "Wufu, let's go forward bravely!"

"Under the same environment, within ten steps."

"I am invincible!"

……

The hall was quiet, and suddenly someone laughed.

This Chen Luo is really joking.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Chen Luo, I want you to tell the truth!"

Just as Chen Luo was about to answer, a long howl suddenly came from outside the hall.

“Report—”

Everyone looked at the point and saw a sergeant with three emergency order flags hanging behind him, running straight into the Changming Palace, holding a military newspaper in both hands, and said loudly: "Wanrenshan urgent report, barbarians Ilisa Khan's troops and Mordan's troops moved south, suspected to be reinforcements for the winter offensive!"

Hearing the sergeant's report, the whole court was instantly in an uproar, Ye Heng took Hou An and handed it over to the military report, also with a livid face.

The political minister and Wen looked at each other, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's hand.

"Chen Luo, I'll ask you again, are you really invincible under the same circumstances?"

The prime minister stepped forward and added: "You don't need to be invincible, just match!"

Chen Luo saw the serious look on the faces of Prime Minister Wen and Prime Minister, and the martial arts library that had just been unlocked flashed in his mind.

He had absorbed Ji Zhong's aura of righteousness before, and found that his red dust was almost twice that of Ji Zhong.

And Ji Zhong is a task that is appreciated by the four brothers.

Can this be cowardly?

Chen Luo nodded: Of course!

The Prime Minister nodded towards the Minister of State ~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, the two who seemed to be political enemies seemed to have reached an agreement.

The politician shouted: "Mo Tingfeng!"

Mo Daru, who accompanied Bai Qingqing to the capital before, hurriedly stood up: "Xiaguan is here!"

"Go and fight with the demon mission!"

Chen Luo was startled: Demon? Demon clan?

Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang also looked at Mo Daru: "Gambling, one-on-one, ten places in the Crystal Demon Realm!"

Mo Daru: Yes!

Chen Luo's eyes moved back and forth between the political minister and the literary minister.

"What do you want to do?"