Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 176: This one prayer…

Why did the kind and amiable Confucian Confucianism want to kill?

Why is the peaceful and peaceful Zhongjing City full of dangers?

Why did Wan'anbo Mansion go empty overnight?

Whether it is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality!

Today, Nan Yuanxi will take you to decompose Wan Anbo's new work "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

A huge entry was hung outside the North Wind Tower, and passersby stopped one after another, all with a calm expression.

"Oh, I read Wan Anbo's book, then it's fine."

"Yo, what is the shame of the literati doing to make the great Confucian anxious?"

"It seems that the great Confucian has never felt the power of breaking the context of the humiliation, so he is angry? This session of the great Confucian can't do it!"

"Come, come, I want to hear, how coquettish he is out of context!"

"The old man has been doing a good job in raising his qi recently, but he can try to see if this Wan Anbo can anger me!"

"Hahaha, let's go together. Isn't it just out of context? Just laughed it off!"

…

Half an hour later.

"Where's the sword? Where is the 40-foot-long big sword I put outside the Beifeng Building!"

"I shouldn't have walked into the North Wind Tower! No, I shouldn't have walked this Suzaku Avenue! No, I shouldn't have come to Beijing!"

"Great Confucian, kill the evil for the people! Let him finish writing the book before starting!"

"The old man...the old man wants to kill that turtle grandson!"

"Report, I want to report. He... provokes the public!"

"Yes, let's report it! Go to Jingzhao Mansion and sue him!"

"Let's go together!"

In the distance, Mr. Accountant led Ye Dafu to look at the excited crowd and said, "Sir, that's it."

Ye Dafu thought thoughtfully: "Do you want to contract the shops around Beifenglou? What business do you do?"

"Selling weapons! You don't need to be too delicate, just a blade."

"Do it right away!" Ye Dafu praised, "In addition, tell them that this prince can help them transfer their weapons to Wan Anbo for free!"

"By the way, the higher bidders can also provide blade lettering services, and write the words of the heart! How about it?"

The accountant looked at Ye Dafu and gave a thumbs up: "One word, absolutely!"

…

"Hey..." Chen Luo lay on a reclining chair in a small courtyard and sighed deeply.

Before, three great Confucians rushed into Wan'anbo Mansion, Song Tuizhi asked Chen Luo to go first, and he came to stop.

"Fourth Senior Brother will be fine, right?" Chen Luo thought to himself, "I remember those three great scholars. In the future, you will have to be an hour slower than others to deliver your manuscripts!"

"Uncle, this is the refreshing soup I made by myself!" A soft and glutinous voice sounded, Luo Hongnu held a bowl of fragrant sugar water in front of Chen Luo.

This is Luo Hongnu's red house.

Of course, Chen Luo didn't dare to flee to Sanxi Village. Maybe there are people there too. So when his mind moved, he ran to Luo Hongnu to take refuge.

"Thank you!" Chen Luo took the bowl of sugar water and took a sip.

Huh? This taste, sweet and sour, is a bit like the plum juice from the previous life.

"Gu dong gu dong..." Chen Luo drank a bowl of refreshing soup in a few sips. Luo Hongnu saw that Chen Luo liked it, and she was also happy in her heart, and asked, "Does Uncle like it?"

Chen Luo nodded: "I like it, it's delicious. It's a pity I can't drink it every day."

Luo Hongnu's pretty face flushed slightly, and she said, "If Uncle likes it, I can write a recipe later. Uncle can take it back and let the cook prepare it according to the recipe."

Chen Luo waved his hand: "No, no, this is your secret recipe, how can you let other people know about it? If it is convenient, you can do more, and I will let someone come to you to get it."

Luo Hongnu nodded lightly: "Yeah. It's just that this soup doesn't taste good after a long time. I will make it next time and send it to Uncle."

Chen Luo replied casually. Anyway, he sent someone to pick it up and Luo Hongnu sent someone to deliver it. Anyway, he was an acquaintance, so he didn't need to be so polite, so he said, "I will borrow the study room later."

"Does Uncle still write an article today?"

"Yes."

Chen Luo smiled at Luo Hongnu, looked at her beautiful eyes, and said, "Write it every day! Those people who are fierce in their mouths actually like them in their hearts, but they can't live up to them!"

Luo Hongnu's heart trembled. From the moment Chen Luo smiled at her and looked into her eyes, she couldn't hear what Chen Luo said. Chen Luo's words reached her ears, and it has become like this-

"Every day... breasts... I like it in my heart... I can't live up to..."

In an instant, Luo Hongnu's heart beat like a drum, her face flushed, she whispered; "It's still...it's still daytime..."

Chen Luo wondered: "Is this still divided into day and night? You can sit if you can!"

"You can do it if you can?" Luo Hongnu immediately covered her face with her hands and said softly, "It's not good in the city, there is a courtyard in the Peach Blossom Forest ten miles outside the city, it's very quiet..."

"Peach Blossom Forest?" Chen Luo was shocked when he heard the word, "No, no, no, no, no, just here, it's quiet here..."

Luo Hongnu's face was almost bleeding: "This...here? Oops...no way..."

Luo Hong Nujiao turned around and ran into the room.

Chen Luo was stunned, looked around, and said to himself, "It's really quiet here! Why not?"

…

Ten miles outside the city, there is a peach blossom forest.

This is the place where the people of Zhongjing go out to take a spring outing. Now it is the early winter season. The peach blossoms have completely withered, and few people come. However, since the early morning, the place is full of people.

“The river in front of Huangshi Pagoda is east,”

"Spring is lazy and sleepy leaning slightly red."

"A bunch of peach blossoms have no owner,"

"Lovely Crimson Loves Light Crimson."

A Confucian scholar recited Du Zimei's "Looking for Flowers alone by the River". After the poem was finished, a peach blossom tree was in full bloom.

"April is full of fragrant beauty in the world,"

"The peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom."

"I will never find a place to find a boudoir,"

"I don't know what to do here."

After reading another poem, another peach tree blooms.

"Last year in this door today,"

"The peach blossoms on the faces of the people are red."

"I don't know where to go,"

"Peach blossoms still laugh in the spring breeze."

…

The first peach blossoms chanted, and the trees and peach blossoms were in full bloom. For a time, this ten-mile peach forest was like early spring, full of spring in full bloom.

A trail of blue smoke rose up, and under the peach tree, countless people in groups of three, kneeling at a square table, looked reverently at the incense burner burning with fragrance.

"Recite XX, XXX, XXX, although they have different surnames, since they are brothers, they will work together to save the distressed and help the distressed; report to the country, and go to the concubine; do not seek to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day..." One of the three looked at the next table, "You guys should be quieter!" The person at the next table nodded quickly.

"Go on." The man turned his head, and the three continued to read: "I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. Be ungrateful and ungrateful, and both heaven and man will kill!"

The three of them kowtowed heavily, humming involuntarily a tune that was said to have come from Wan'anbo Mansion—

"This prayer..."

"The spring breeze is proud to meet a bosom friend."

"The peach blossoms also smile on the altar."

"This prayer..."

"Be generous in protecting the country and the state."

"Building a career and showing great talent."

"Show your talents!"

"This prayer..."

"Loyalty to the liver and righteousness,"

"We will never separate in adversity!"

"This prayer..."

"Life and death never change,"

"The sun and the moon strengthen my mind!"

…

Kneeling on the ground, the three of them finished humming the ditty, stood up, and looked at each other again, they were indeed much more cordial.

"Big brother! Third brother!"

"Second brother, third brother!"

"Big brother, second brother!"

The three of them grabbed each other's arms and were about to express their feelings again when someone came up and patted them: "Okay? Okay, let's make it, we still want to use this tree!"

"There are so many trees, why do you want this one!"

"More trees, more people!"

The man looked around and saw that under almost every tree in the peach blossom forest, there was an offering table, an incense burner, and many people standing in line behind books.

"All come to swoop?"

"Yeah! Nuo, there are still some I'm looking for."

Following the pointed direction, I heard a cordial inquiry——

"Big brother, do you want to swoop? Add me!"

"Two lacks one, two lacks one, only recognize the big brother, feel qualified to come!"

"The Confucian scholar who has become a poet leads the team, and there is still a younger brother. The lowest level of writing is the lowest, and some have a voice!"

"The opposite **** swore, you heard it clearly, you want the opposite sex! You can come from the opposite sex!"

This scene was observed from a distance by the spy of the demon clan, recorded and sent back to the demon clan——

"The interior of the human race is unbreakable. Under the peach blossom tree, they compete to call each other brothers, not seeking the same life, but seeking the same death. The fate of the human race is endless, and it is not suitable to be the enemy of the human race!"

This spy's writing was transferred to the human race hundreds of years later. The historian was very emotional, wrote a pen to record this moment, and wrote a poem to praise:

"Life and death are the same under the peach tree,"

"Bone and blood are red."

"Only I, the human race, have many strange aspirations,"

"Dare to call the winter and spring strong."

…

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan stared at the wisps of colorful red dust entwined around his fingers, frowning slightly.

He concentrated his mind and slowly separated a trace of Qi from the colorful red dust air. The air was incomparably illusory, as if it did not exist, and there were colorful light spots flickering inside.

This is the red dust qi born from reading "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which seems to be somewhat different from the previous red dust qi.

Yan Baichuan stretched out another hand, and a wave of righteousness wrapped around his fingers.

Yan Baichuan slowly approached the illusory red dust Qi to Haoran Righteous Qi until the two merged.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Baichuan shot out the Haoran Righteousness that was fused with the illusory red dust, and landed on a freshly planted plum blossom branch.

I saw that the plum blossom was withering slowly. Although the speed was very slow, with Yan Baichuan's eyesight, he found that the plum blossom was indeed withering.

"This..." Yan Baichuan was completely shocked, "The rise and fall of the historian?"

"No, it is much weaker than the rise and fall of historians, but it does have the effect of age corrosion."

"The key is that this special ray of red dust can be integrated into the Haoran Righteousness, so that the Haoran Righteousness can also simulate the rise and fall. Although the effects are different, it increases the corrosion of the years."

Yan Baichuan was a little excited and stood up; "My Confucian scholar is against the barbarians, the biggest disadvantage is that the attack power is not enough, it is difficult to kill or even wound the opponent with a righteous attack. It's even more difficult to transform the aura of righteousness into a spirit of prosperity and decline."

"If all Confucian scholars can have this special mortal qi and merge into the righteous attack..."

The more Yan Baichuan thought about it, the more excited he became: "Even for ordinary people, the martial arts attack of the red dust will bring the effect of age corrosion."

"What if someone only reads "Three Kingdoms" and only produces this kind of red dust?"

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan hurriedly returned to the desk and wrote—

"Green Bamboo:"

"Is the Northern Front all right?"

"Yu has a discovery today, and I write it down to you, to see if it will help in the battle of the northern winter..."

…

Chen Luo stretched and drank the "sour plum juice" at hand.

The drink was brought in by the maid, so I asked the maid Luo Hongnu why she didn't come.

The maid said: I am ashamed!

Chen Luo was inexplicable.

What's so shy, it's just a study.

Shaking his head, Chen Luo continued to write the second episode of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms": Zhang Yide lashed out to supervise the post, and Uncle He Guo plotted to punish the official.

In this chapter, Zhang Fei does not need to mention more, mainly because He Guojiu and Yuan Shao negotiated to kill the ten permanent servants. Chen Ping suggested not to call the ministers from other places, and killed the matter directly, but He Jin refused.

"He Jin laughed and said: 'This is the opinion of a coward!' One person next to him applauded and laughed and said: 'This matter is so easy~IndoMTL.com~ Why bother talking about it!' It is Cao Cao who sees it!"

"Exactly: If you want to get rid of the chaos in your side, you must listen to the wise men in the court. I don't know what Cao Cao has to say, and let's listen to the breakdown below."

Putting down the pen, at this moment, even Chen Luo felt that this out of context was a bit reckless. It is worthy of being the ancestor of the broken chapter.

I don't know how the old man Luo Guanzhong survived in that feudal society, but think about it, this old man once became an enemy of Zhu Yuanzhang, and finally lived to the age of seventy, he must have a way to save his life.

Chen Luo put the written paper into the special paper tube, tapped the storage order, and Xiao Qi jumped out from the inside, blindfolded.

"Grandpa, I haven't seen anything about you and Sister Luo!"

"Don't make trouble, the little girl is from a family, her thoughts are so complicated. Send this to your fourth grandfather!" Chen Luo handed the paper tube to Xiao Qi, who looked puzzled, "Didn't Grandpa give it himself? "

Chen Luo sighed: "I'll hide here for a few more days, please let the fourth grandpa rest assured!"

Xiao Qi pouted: "Grandpa is going to drive Xiao Qi away and be ashamed with Sister Luo!"

"Who taught you these words?"

"Fat grandpa said it's not allowed to say that he said it!"

Chen Luo frowned: "Ye Dafu!"

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