Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 149: Fool (2 in 1)

"Fang Xiujie" looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong, even though he had already been enshrined, there was still a storm in his heart.

"The phantom of "Spring and Autumn"! You are a Confucian scholar, how could you summon the phantom of "Spring and Autumn"!" "Fang Xiujie" was full of righteousness, and all the attacks at the peak of the Master Realm hit Ji Zhong, but all the attacks fell. Entering the light emitted by the phantom of "Spring and Autumn", it is like falling into the endless river of time, all disappearing.

The phantom bamboo scroll of "Spring and Autumn" was completely opened, and the characters engraved on it flickered one by one. Then, those flickering Yawen characters floated out from the bamboo slips and fell into Ji Zhong's body.

The righteousness of Ji Zhong suddenly skyrocketed!

"Spring and Autumn Note me! This is Spring and Autumn Note me!" At this time, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked. He had only seen such a scene in history books.

Under the semi-sage of the Confucian sect, the two strongest supernatural powers, Spring and Autumn Note Me, I Note Spring and Autumn!

It is said that if you display the Spring and Autumn Notes on Me, you will summon the most holy power of the Confucian sect for your own use. There was once a great Confucian in a positive mood who used the Spring and Autumn Notes on me to kill a barbarian barbarian god.

It's just that these two magical powers are too difficult.

It is difficult for one or two generations to master it.

But Ji Zhong is just a Confucian scholar, he has never seen Shushan Xuehai, how could he show it?

……

At this time, as the spring and autumn brushes and inks flew into Ji Zhong's body, Ji Zhong's breath continued to rise, and soon he broke through the Confucian scholar, entered the master realm, and then broke through the enlightenment realm master, reached the enlightenment realm master, Immediately afterwards, he broke through from the master of the enlightenment realm to the master of the preaching realm, but the momentum did not stop.

"Fang Xiujie" looked terrified. During the time of "Spring and Autumn Note Me", he needed at least half-sacred power to attack the opponent. Now he is only possessed by a trace of spirit, showing the strength of a preacher.

"You're crazy!" the old voice shouted, "Stop it! You can't bear the power of the Spring and Autumn Technique, your Confucianism will collapse, and you're not far from death!"

Ji Zhong didn't pay attention at all, the aura on his body continued to grow, and in an instant, he reached the peak of the master of the preaching realm, and was heading towards the great Confucian.

At this time, the power of the collapse in the sky above the collapse world began to gather, and the huge oppressive force was released.

"Fang Xiujie" was shocked: "Stop! You can break through a whole big realm, at least you can achieve a positive state of mind in the future, and there is some hope for even being a saint."

"You stop, take the old husband as your teacher, and join our family. Our family will use all means to help you become holy for a hundred years!"

"As long as you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, the old man will leave immediately! You stop!"

Ji Zhong opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the crazy "Fang Xiujie", and continued to close his eyes, the breath on his body continued to rise, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, Ji Zhong's cultivation base has broken through the master realm.

At this time, a thunder exploded in the clouds of collapse in the sky.

"Fang Xiujie" shouted; "Stop, if you reach the Great Confucianism, it will lead to the collapse of the collapsed world. Do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?"

Hearing the sentence "Fang Xiujie", Ji Zhong's breath suddenly stagnated, he looked up at the cloud of collapse in the sky, let out a long breath, and the shadow of spring and autumn behind him slowly dissipated.

Ji Zhong looked at "Fang Xiujie" and raised the broken sword in his hand. From the broken blade, a mighty righteousness burst out and turned into a three-foot iron sword again.

At this time, Ji Zhong is a half-step scholar!

"Fang Xiujie" showed a fierce look on his face: "Boy, "Spring and Autumn" has passed away, and he is only a half-step scholar, you can't stop me!"

"Fang Xiujie" vented out the green and black righteousness all over his body, pressing down on Ji Zhong like an overwhelming sea, and where the huge waves of righteousness passed, even the ground was blown up by three inches. The huge wave of righteousness rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if to slap Ji Zhong to death.

Confucianism in the realm of the Master: Punishment for not teaching.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath, his whole body's righteousness was concentrated in the long sword in his hand, and he slashed at the oncoming wave of righteousness.

It seems to be the first light in the chaos!

The azure sword light was incomparably sharp, and it hit a huge wave of righteousness head on, but the castration did not stagnate at all, and kept going forward.

In the next blink of an eye, a trail of blood flowed down from the center of Fang Xiujie's forehead.

"The sword of peace?" The old voice gradually weakened, "This is the sword of peace!"

"You idiot, you are a saint, you died here in order to stop me!"

"You idiot! idiot!"

The old voice seemed to release his infinite anger, but the voice gradually disappeared. When the voice dissipated, Fang Xiujie's body suddenly cracked, and it was split into two halves. The blue-black righteousness suddenly turned into a flame, burning ragingly, completely turning Fang Xiujie's body into ashes.

As if the world didn't have this person.

At the same time, Ji Zhong shook his body and fell to the ground. He felt that the strength and vitality of his body were rapidly fading. He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his heart.

Ji Zhong leaned against the rock and no longer had the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand. He found that his heart beat slower and his eyelids became heavier.

"Young Master, Xiao Ji can only protect you here..."

Ji Zhong no longer has the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand any longer. His clothes have been ragged by the shock, just like when he first saw Chen Luo.

Ji Zhong was in a trance, as if he saw a back with a broken leg, and the back gave him a thumbs up.

"Stupid Master..."

Ji Zhong murmured with his last strength and slowly closed his eyes...

……

"Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Wake up!" Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and a big, bony head leaned in front of him, "That fool is here again."

As soon as Ji Zhong heard this, he quickly lifted the broken hide, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.

He, Ji Zhong, 10 years old this year, the first child king of Jiazi Street, Jinan District, the deceased.

It's nothing but the iron sword in his hand.

Several skinny children swarmed over when they saw Ji Zhong. Ji Zhong counted the points with his hands.

"Very well, it seems that there are no drugs or poisons in the food given by that fool." Ji Zhong nodded, "Come on, follow me to get the food."

The children shouted excitedly and followed Ji Zhong to the streets of Jiazi Street.

……

This is a collection of dead people, located in Mangzhou, but outside the Great Wall defense line of Mangzhou.

In the early years, there were some outposts here, which were set up to predict the invasion of barbarians. Because the death rate was too high, some prisoners were stationed here.

The court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, they would be forgiven for their sins. Countless death row prisoners came here one after another for the hope of living.

As many people came, the outposts were linked together to form a market town. Because all people are desperate people, therefore, it is also called the set of the dead.

With the passage of time, the second and third generations of the dead have gradually emerged. However, this is a place where there is no king's law. Many children have just been born and have no parents.

Ji Zhong is one of them.

Ji Zhong doesn't remember who his parents are, but one of them met Ji Zhong, who was under six years old, before he died, and threw his iron sword to him.

"I have a son, and when he dies, if you kowtow to Lao Tzu, just be Lao Tzu's son and continue the incense for Lao Tzu. This sword is a relic given to you by Lao Tzu."

Ji Zhong honestly kowtowed, not for the sword, but for the "Bunny Rabbit" he had been called for many years. That day, he finally got a name.

Ji Zhong!

He spent three days digging a hole and burying the cheap old man in it. He carried the iron sword that was almost as tall as him and returned to Jiazi Street in the South District.

Since he sneaked this sword into the mind of a gangster who wanted to grab it in the middle of the night, no one has come to count on his iron sword, and he has somehow become the most admired person in the entire street. The King of Children...

……

Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and sure enough he saw an unshaven uncle sitting under a big tree. He looked very forthright, but the trousers on his right leg were empty, and it floated up when the wind blew.

Of course, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that there is a fragrant pancake in front of him.

The uncle laughed when he saw Ji Zhong and the others, and stretched out his hand to greet him: "Xiao Ji, come quickly, the noodle cakes just out of the oven are still hot."

The other children looked at Ji Zhong, Ji Zhong nodded like a little adult, and those children rushed up, blowing the dough and stuffing them into their mouths.

"Slow down, there are, there are." The uncle greeted them warmly, and then looked at Ji Zhong who was walking at the end, "Xiao Ji, you promised yesterday that everyone will follow me when you have a meal with me. I read for two hours."

Ji Zhong sat down beside the big tree: "Give me something to eat, and also begged to read to us, you are not a fool."

The uncle laughed: "Yes, not a fool, who is going to collect the dead!"

……

Spring goes to autumn, and two years pass in a flash.

An academy was built in the collection of the dead.

The foolish master is like a bird picking up ears of wheat, holding the only leg left, constantly tricking some children into the academy with white flour cakes and teaching them to study.

It's not that no one came to cause trouble, but it wasn't until that time that Ji Zhong knew that the strength of that foolish master was terrifying.

I heard that he was a student of "Taiping Academy", and his leg was broken by the barbarians when he was saving the relics of his classmates.

Are you stupid? People are dead, why are you still robbing things?

He was wounded again on the battlefield and survived. Someone recommended Yangzhou to be an official, but he refused. He said that he would come to the Dead People's Jikai Academy.

Are you stupid?

The people in the dead set are calling him a fool behind his back. These children are better, call him a fool.

"Silly Master, why did you come to the Dead Man's Collection?" Ji Zhong walked to the Silly Master, took over the work of kneading the dough, and asked.

The foolish master was very happy, took out a bag of dry cigarettes from his arms, took a breath after lighting it, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said, "I met a person who walked out of the collection of your dead. "

"He said his child was still in the dead. He wanted his child to study. I said yes."

"But that boy, the next charge will be dead. I don't know who his child is, so I can only come and teach all the children."

"No way, I promised someone else!"

Ji Zhong pouted: Fool!

The idiot patted Ji Zhong on the back of the head lightly: "Respect the teacher and respect the Tao!"

……

In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed, and Ji Zhong is fourteen years old.

This year, he started his "Spring and Autumn", and he became a Confucian scholar.

The foolish master smiled even happier than him and said, "I have a good friend named Zhang Qifeng. I will write you a letter and you will go to him. He is a student of Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing, and he will take you to him. into the college.”

Ji Zhong pouted: "I want to go to Taiping Academy."

The idiot shook his head: "The Taiping Academy is not for you! Listen to me."

Ji Zhong wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside - the barbarians are coming!

Ji Zhong's heart skipped a beat. After many years of peace, almost everyone deliberately forgot about it. The reason why the set of dead people is called the set of dead people is because there are desperadoes here.

Also, everyone in the Great Wall considers them dead!

"Quick, quick, quick!" The idiot stood up suddenly and shouted at the outside, "Everyone, hide in the secret passage!"

Ji Zhong just reacted and rushed into the yard, grabbed the children who were running around one by one, opened the secret passage, and stuffed them in one by one.

This is what the idiot has been doing for the past few years. He said, "It's better to dig a well when you are thirsty than to plan before it rains."

Sometimes, a fool is not a fool!

Secret passage, only the children know. Because if it is spread out, with the atmosphere of the gathering of the dead, the secret way will not be the secret way.

Send all the children of the academy into the secret passage, but Ji Zhong found the fool standing at the door of the academy.

"Stupid Master, everyone is hiding, you come in too." Ji Zhong ran to the foolish master's side and pulled his sleeve, but he would follow his foolish master with a slight pull. At this time, it was like a big tree, firmly stuck in place.

"Ji Zhong, you should hide too, Master, you won't go in."

"No way!" For some reason, Ji Zhong suddenly felt a great fear, he tugged at the sleeve of the master and dragged it in the direction of the secret passage, tears gushing out, "You are all broken. You have one leg, what kind of hero are you! If you die, what should we do! Don't go, don't go!"

The idiot patted Ji Zhong's head: "I can't help it, Master, I promise that this world will be born."

"Keep your word!"

"Bullshit credit. When a person dies, there is nothing left, you come with me, you come with me..." Ji Zhong dragged the foolish master tightly.

The foolish master squatted down and said, "Ji Zhong, hurry up and hide. The master is going, do you want the master to lose his trust? Distrust of me is worse than death!"

"But...but..." Ji Zhong lowered his head, tears could not stop, "What promise is more important than life!"

The fool didn't speak, but Ji Zhong finally let go.

"This, for you..." Ji Zhong took off the iron sword from his waist that he never left, "You promise me that you will return the sword to me!"

The idiot drew his sword and praised: "Good sword!"

"Such a good sword, of course I want to give it back to you!"

The foolish master laughed, holding a sword, and a green gas burst out from the bottom of the empty trousers. The foolish master let go of his crutches and rushed out of the academy in high spirits.

Ji Zhong didn't hide in the secret passage. He climbed up the fence of the academy and watched the limping back disappear from his sight.

He could only hear the voice of a fool in the sky—

"The students of Taiping Academy are here, barbarians have always suffered death!"

……

I don't know how long it took, someone opened the secret passage and rescued all the children hiding inside.

The barbarians were repelled, and a great Confucian scholar in the imperial court wrote to cancel the dead set and bring all the survivors back to the Great Wall.

Ji Zhong held the gate of the academy and refused to leave.

He believes that the fool will come back.

He said, to return the sword to himself.

He won't break his promise.

……

A few days later, a group of Confucian scholars covered in blood appeared in front of Ji Zhong.

He also handed Ji Zhong a broken iron sword.

"The master of the sword killed a barbarian with the technique of opening peace."

"This sword was found on the body of the savage general. There is a spirit on it."

"Let us bring you this sword."

"Child, can you tell me the names of my dead siblings?"

Ji Zhong stood up slowly, took the broken sword from the opponent's hand, and said softly——

"Fool."

……

Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall and was no longer breathing.

His heart has stopped beating.

The cloud of collapse in the sky seems to have found no object to vent and slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, there are footsteps.

One, two, three...

The footsteps were quick.

Ji Zhong's fingers moved suddenly, and then a stream of red dust in his body shot at his heart.

The heart seemed to be electrocuted, and suddenly there was a hint of tremor.

Then, another stream of red dust was shot into the heart.

“Boom…boom…boom…”

The sound of the heart gradually sounded, like a drum.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed in the direction of the person who came. He was relieved until he saw that the person coming was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu.

Ye Dafu was the first to rush up~IndoMTL.com~ to support Ji Zhong who was about to fall. Seeing Ji Zhong's **** body, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it!"

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: "I killed him."

Tian Xiangwan also took a step forward and asked, "Where is Wan Anbo?"

Ji Zhong turned his head and looked at the cave in the belly of the mountain.

……

Chen Luo seemed to be caught in a fog. He couldn't see the road ahead clearly, and he couldn't identify the direction. There was no sound, and no one responded. He could only move forward by feeling.

I don't know how long he walked, but the fog suddenly dissipated. He saw a scholar in Qingpao with his back to him, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Luo cautiously stepped forward and saluted: "Chen Luo, dare to ask your Excellency..."

The figure in Qingpao regained his senses, and a young but vicissitudes face showed a relieved smile. He also returned to Chen Luo and said, "I've seen the same clan!"