Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 202: Bamboo forest shot

  Chapter 205 Bamboo Forest Shot

   The road is a long way to go, I will go up and down and search.

   According to legend, before Qu Sheng recited this ancient masterpiece, there was an invisible gap between the semi-sage and the great Confucian.

   Countless sages and scholars have climbed over six mountains of books and six seas of learning, but they can only stand in front of a cliff and sigh.

  The sage said that learning is endless, but there is no road ahead!

   Only a very small number of people, with great courage, jumped into the invisible ravine.

   Seeking scholars, hearing about Taoism in the morning, and dying in the evening!

   The so-called semi-sages are the few who have heard the Tao among those who risked their lives to seek knowledge.

  The rest are all buried under the ravine.

   Until Qu Sheng, with great compassion and compassion, published "Tian Wen", wrote "Li Sao", plunged into the ravine, and the holy way turned into a long iron bridge connecting the great Confucian and the half-sage.

   Since then, there has been a path from the Great Confucian to the Semi-Saint, which the world calls "Qiu Suo", and stepping on the long bridge of Qiu Suo means embarking on the road to becoming a saint.

  However, the road of quest is long and far-reaching, and the obstacles of each step are far greater than the confusion encountered on the way to study before. Once you set foot on it, you cannot turn back. A little bit of burnout can easily lead to enchantment, or even death.

   There was a semi-holy word: Before seeking, what is the truth; after seeking, what is truth.

   There are so many Confucian scholars who are in a positive state of mind, hesitating to seek the long bridge, and will not take that step until they are fully prepared.

  …

  Song Tuizhi looked at the great Confucian mandarin duck who stopped him, feeling annoyed.

  Two great Confucians who knew the realm of the second-rank, actually developed the supernatural power of "a consonance in the heart".

  The breath in the stone forest continued to flourish, and Song Tuizhi naturally felt it and was worried.

  "You two, are you going to forge a deadly feud with Zhulin?"

  Shi Yang sighed: "The bamboo forest is naturally very majestic. I waited in front of the Bamboo Sage, but I was just an ant. But the kindness is higher than the sky, and my husband and I have to pay it back."

  "As for the funeral, I don't have to worry about Master Song."

   At this moment, the sky was changing, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and fell into the stone forest. The strong pressure of the Taoist monarch dissipated, and Song Tuizhi picked up the corner of his eye, and he sensed a familiar breath in this rhyme.

   "Husband, this is the Daojun of the Soul Shattering Realm, and the stone forest is about to be exposed." The woman who had been silent suddenly said.

  "Damn!" Shi Yang frowned, the benefactor's explanation came to mind——

  "If there is a change in the stone forest, it will detonate the power of the holy way left by Xiao Xiang."

  Shi Yang looked at his wife, their eyes firm.

  "Sorry sir, sorry."

  "Shiro, thank you."

   The mandarin ducks cry blood, and the butterfly wings are broken.

   Everyone thought that the favor they were talking about was the favor of the old Wanghou, but they did not know that the favor they wanted to repay was the favor of that benefactor for 20 years of sheltering and teaching.

   As a great scholar, how can you not understand many things.

  Perhaps they were just idle chess pieces in the chess game, and it was laid eighty years ago, but they didn't care.

   Jiazi's years of acquaintance and companionship are already great luck.

  Song Tuizhi's heart was suddenly alert to the masterpiece. He sensed that the family and the world of Yuanyang Great Confucianism were spreading towards the stone forest.

   "Self-destruction of the Holy Way!" Song Tuizhi's heart moved. If the Holy Way exploded in the stone forest, it would trigger a chain reaction, and there would be no life in the stone forest!

   At this time, it was not the time to investigate why the Great Confucian Yuanyang had changed his previous attitude and suddenly decided so suddenly. Song Tuizhi attacked the Great Confucian Yuanyang with all his strength. However, at this time, the Great Confucian Yuanyang’s violent and turbulent family and country were stronger than before. It's impossible to get close at all.

  The stone forest began to vibrate slightly, and the dangerous atmosphere spread out little by little.

  Song Tuizhi suppressed the impatience in his heart. He understood that there was only one way to break the game.

   "Retreat, since you recognize this junior brother, you must take good care of him!"

   "Fourth Senior Brother, is this useful to you? Then I'll copy one for you first."

  Song Tuizhi heard his past with Chen Luo in his mind, and he was extremely satisfied with this little junior brother.

   Said to be a junior and a junior, but he was the same as a descendant.

  Unfortunately, he didn't let him see his most majestic time.

  "What is the truth? What is the truth?"

  "The old man sets the road with bravery, there are the bravery of the reckless man, the bravery of the strong man, and the bravery of the national man."

  "Today, this old man has the courage to support him again."

   "Brothers protect the younger, the elder protects the young, the strong protects the weak."

   "The truth is in your heart, go forward bravely!"

  Song Tuizhi exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, raised his head, and a phantom of iron rope appeared in the sky.

  "Teacher, today, I'm searching for it."

  Song Tuizhi took a long breath.

  "The old man Song retired, and today I want to go to the cable bridge."

  "There is no retreat!"

  …

  Chen Luo, under the care of Daojun Tianling, ran towards the outside of the stone forest. Just now, he felt a huge coercion that seemed to destroy everything, but after a loud noise, the coercion dissipated.

   must have been made by Fourth Senior Brother!

   Chen Luo felt an ominous feeling in his heart at this time, and tried his best to speed up the pace.

  Finally, after turning around a few stone pillars, the eyes suddenly opened up.

   walked out of the stone forest.

  Chen Luo saw a straight figure standing outside the stone forest. In front of the figure, two corpses of a man and a woman were lying on the ground.

  Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Fourth Senior Brother."

  Song Tuizhi slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

  "Little Junior Brother, you'll be fine!"

   Suddenly, a azure light shot out from Song Tuizhi's body, Song Tuizhi's body crooked and he was about to fall to the ground, Chen Luo hurriedly rushed to Song Tuizhi and supported him.

   "Fourth Senior Brother? How do you..." Chen Luo asked in the middle of the question, and suddenly stopped. He saw that cracks began to appear on Song Tuizhi's body, and cyan light kept shooting out of the cracks.

   "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! What's the matter with you?" Chen Luo's heart suddenly twitched, he subconsciously wanted to cover the blue light in the crack with his hands, but there were too many cracks.

  Song Tuizhi seems to have turned into a porcelain vase that will never be broken.

   "Senior Brother! Senior Brother..." Huge fear enveloped Chen Luo, and Chen Luo's tears fell instantly. He hurriedly pressed the blue light shot from Brother Song's body, but it seemed so useless.

  "Don't...don't..." Chen Luo's whole body began to tremble slightly, Song Tuizhi grabbed Chen Luo's hands and said with a smile, "Just now, the fourth senior brother is very majestic."

   "Fourth Senior Brother has always been very imposing!" Chen Luo nodded quickly, "Let's go, let's go back to Beijing! Yes, we will be saved if we return to Beijing!"

  Chen Luo carried Song Tuizhi on his back. At this moment, a ray of light came from a distance and landed in front of Chen Luo. It was Wen Xiang Yan Baichuan.

   He was attracted by Chen Xuan's coercion, and thought it was some Soul Shattering Daojun coming, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

   "Wen Xiang!" When Chen Luo saw Yan Baichuan, he seemed to see hope. He knelt heavily on his knees and choked up, "Wen Xiang, save my senior brother... Please, save my senior brother!"

  Yan Baichuan stretched out his hand to support Chen Luo, looked at Song Tuizhi, Song Tuizhi grinned and said, "Old man, I'm asking for it!"

  Yan Baichuan frowned: "Nonsense, unformed truth, you dare to climb the bridge of rope!"

   Finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, a strong righteousness enveloped Song Tuizhi, suppressing the azure light that Song Tuizhi was letting loose all over his body.

  Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo: "I will take your fourth senior brother back to the bamboo forest, the Zhusheng will have a way to save him, don't worry."

After    finished speaking, Yan Baichuan glanced coldly at the stone forest, waved his sleeves, and disappeared from everyone's sight with Song Tuizhi lying on the ground...

  …

  Chen Luo slumped on the ground, a drop of cold rain fell on his face, he raised his head, I don't know when, it rained in the sky.

   "Tianling Daojun, do you still have the medicinal pill you just gave me?" Chen Luo asked.

  Tianling Daojun nodded and threw a small porcelain bottle to Chen Luo. Chen Luo took off the cork and poured his brain into his mouth.

  "Chen Luo, you..."

  Chen Luo gave a salute to Lord Ling Dao to the sky: "Please, Lord Dao, look for my two brothers."

   After finishing speaking, Chen Luo turned and walked towards Zhongjing.

  "Chen Luo, where are you going?"

  "Murder!"

  …

  The winter rain is always cold, and it hits the ground abruptly, splashing a small pool of water.

   The sound of explosions from far outside the city caused people in the central capital to talk a lot.

  A fast horse rushed in from the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city were about to stop it when they received a mark thrown by the man on the horse——

  Wan Anbo Seal!

   Looking at the back disappearing in the rain, the soldier felt the slightest killing intent.

  …

  Jiang Yudai listened to the sound of the rain outside the Shishan Building, feeling agitated.

  Wen Xiang is out of town.

   He felt a little uneasy, and after carefully reconsidering his layout, he couldn't find any flaws.

   "Did I worry too much?" Jiang Yudai thought.

   At this moment, a shout from the shopkeeper of Shishan Building suddenly came from outside the door.

  "No way...someone has reserved the venue today...this lord..."

   Jiang Yu frowned.

  When you are upset, do you still come to disrupt the situation and seek death?

  Jiang Yudai opened the door of the quiet room, and saw a man wearing a hat entering the Shishan Building.

  "Don't die, today's Marquis..."

   Jiang Yudai stopped abruptly halfway through his words, and the man opposite took off his hat, revealing his veiled face.

  Chen Luo!

   "You, you're not dead?" Jiang Yudai blurted out, turned around to run, Chen Luo's figure fluttered, and instantly came to Jiang Yudai, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a blood line appeared on Jiang Yudai's neck.

  Chen Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Yudai's hair, Jiang Yudai's body suddenly fell down, and the head was still in Chen Luo's hands.

  The shopkeeper of Shishan Building was stunned for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed——

  "Murder—"

  …

  Chen Luo walked out of Shishan Tower with the blood dripping head and stepped into the rain curtain.

  He raised his head and looked at the sky.

  The rain hit his face, and people came and went, but they all avoided him.

  Passers-by whispered, and their eyes went back and forth between Chen Luo and the head he was holding in his hand.

   In the distance, the captain of the patrol city came, but was stopped by the disciples of the major academies.

   The arresting envoy of the Ministry of Guards was blocking the four Zhenxuan Si Qianying in front of him, and Li Qingzhao was sitting on the side drinking a small wine.

  The political minister frowned slightly, watching Leng Hanbing and the Great Confucian of Wenchang Pavilion surrounded the main hall.

In front of the Dharma Statue, Sima Lie stood with his hands behind his back.

  In the imperial city, Ye Heng listened to the cry of the queen, sighed deeply, and instructed: "Without my permission, the queen cannot leave Changqiu Palace."

  "Here!"

  Ye Heng turned around and left the harem.

   Chen Luo didn't know about these, he felt that the whole world was quiet.

   "Fourth Senior Brother!" Chen Luo shouted softly, but no one figure came out of the space around him.

   An unprecedented loneliness and helplessness enveloped Chen Luo.

   At this moment, an umbrella suddenly covered the rain curtain above Chen Luo's head.

  The inside of the umbrella is painted with a picture of the rising red sun, which seems to be warm.

   I don't know when, a woman stood in front of Chen Luo.

  Passers-by don't know when this woman appeared, as if she just conjured it out of thin air.

   Just the moment they saw her, everyone's eyes moved away from Chen Luo and the head in his hands, and fell on her.

   The white clothes are better than the snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque. He stands with an umbrella so pretty, which dispels Chen Luo's murderous aura. The Book of Songs says that there is a beautiful woman on the side of the water.

   At least he should be such a person, who can stand up to the "Book of Songs" through the ages.

   The beauty under the umbrella stretched out her hand, wiped the rain and tears from Chen Luo's face, and showed a warm smile to Chen Luo.

  "Fourth Senior Brother will be fine."

  "I'm your sixth senior sister, my name is Yun Siyao."

  "Sorry, I'm late."

   She stretched out her hand, hugged Chen Luo, and patted Chen Luo's back lightly.

  "Don't be afraid, little brother."

  "We are all here!"

  Chen Luo had a sour nose, and his suppressed emotions burst out. He let go of the head in his hands, hugged Yun Siyao, and burst into tears...

  …

  Mozhou, Fang Holy City.

   This is the family land of the Fang clan, named after Fang Sheng.

   At this moment, a bamboo whip phantom appeared in the sky.

  The bamboo whip slowly fell towards Fang's manor, and the strong holy power radiated from the bamboo whip, stretching across the sky, and everyone could see it when they looked up.

   Under the first whip, the Fang family manor was turned into ruins, and only the ancestral temple dedicated to Fang Sheng remained intact.

   Under the second whip, all the great Confucianists in the Fang family were hit hard, spitting blood, and their breath was sluggish.

  The third whip was about to be struck when a roar sounded——

  "Yu Wuji, this matter is the work of Hou Wang, and has nothing to do with our family."

   "If something happened to this saint's disciple, it doesn't matter, it's all done by your Fang family!"

  "Yu Wuji, you deceive people too much!"

   A pair of righteous palms quickly condensed and faced the bamboo weaving.

  "The ancestors shot!"

  "The mere bamboo sage, the ancestors will surely come to the rescue!"

  "How can our family be insulted, even half-sacred!"

   Just when everyone in the Fang family was in high spirits, the bamboo whip hit the three righteous giant palms, and the speed did not slow down in the slightest, and the pair of giant palms shattered!

   Under the third whip, a muffled sound rang out, all the Fang clan members felt a pain in their hearts, and the Fang clan half-sage was injured.

   At this time, the wind was blowing in the sky, a huge illusory face condensed, and a heroic voice sounded: "Brother Wuji, give me a face..."

   "Go away!" The mighty holy might emanated from the bamboo whip, directly dispersing the half-holy phantom who came to persuade him.

   "King of the town, this sage knows that you are spying on our Fang family. Do you want all our half-sages to leave the secret realm and fight the bamboo forest now?" The injured half-sage shouted suddenly.

   A sigh sounded: "Wuji, there is a war in the north."

   Listening to the tone, he looks very familiar with Zhu Sheng.

  The phantom of the bamboo whip swayed and quickly condensed into a real bamboo stick about three feet long, which fell from the sky.

  "This saint is not so ignorant."

   "The next year is the Holy Day of Death, start a holy war!"

   "At that time, this sage will burn a half-sage of Fang's family and worship Fang sage!"

  "The holy war can be extended, and the Confucian war begins."

The voice of    fell, and the bamboo stick that fell from the sky was caught by a slender hand.

   The person who caught the bamboo stick was a beautiful 28-year-old woman with long black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and white teeth, and was riding on a huge black and white panda.

   She raised her head and looked at Fang's gate ~IndoMTL.com~ where only half of it was beaten by Sage Bamboo.

   "Chu Jiaojiao, the second disciple of Zhulin, please fight to the death."

  "Which comes first!"

   Tsk tsk tsk, I was called "dead" yesterday.

   It’s okay to scold the villain, why did you scold 80,000 together (grievance)

   Shouldn't I be praised for my success in shaping the villain's image and rendering the atmosphere?

   There is no sense of substitution, where can there be so many emotions, right?

   Solemn reminder: character behavior, please do not promote the author, brothers~~~

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   That's all for today, so I'm taking a leave of absence, because I need to sort out the next outline.

   I will post a summary later, systematically review and set up next month.

   That's it.

   Riesbai.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)