Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 259: I’m 3 rich, make money!
Yuezhou, Ci'an City.
In the Deyun Pavilion, there is a lot of people talking.
This prosperous high-rise building built by the King of Yue in the past is now the private property of the wealthy Guo family in Yuezhou. It has always been a place full of friends and talents.
Today, no matter the wealthy and dignitaries, or the merchants and pawns, they all gather here, not for anything else, but to listen to the story of Zhongjing Sang Gong.
Speaking of this Sang Gong, he is a big man in the world today. In the old days in Zhongjing, Sang Gong was as famous as Nansheng Nanyuanxi, the painting mouth of Beifenglou. If Nanyuanxi was a painting mouth, he could describe the article as if in front of him; then Sang Gong was known for his plot analysis, and he was often able to pierce into the inside. , so it is also known as "Whip Tongue Sang Gong"!
Huazui Nansheng and whip tongue Sanggong, it was these two people who turned the story into storytelling and started the storytelling business.
From Wuhou to the north, Nansheng retired, and Sang Gong took a group of disciples all over the world, swearing to tell stories for the people of the world, not taking a penny.
Today, he came to Cian, Yuezhou.
The Guo family, who already knew Sang Gong's temperament, finally asked Sang Gong to agree to speak here for seven consecutive days on the condition that the Fortune Pavilion was fully opened within seven days and no threshold was set.
Including "The Swordsman", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Condor Heroes", and the semi-finished "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
When the news was released, the whole of Cian went crazy. Deyun Building was hard to find. Many people could only sit around outside Deyun Building and experience Sang Gong's storytelling at close range with the shadow formation method.
It was almost noon, Sang Gong had a break for afternoon tea, and everyone was talking about the plot they talked about before.
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"Sang Gong, Sang Gong!" Backstage, the boy gently pushed Sang Luo, who was dozing off.
Sang Luo woke up in a daze, looked at the servant, and asked, "Did you hear that?"
The little servant looked puzzled: "What did you hear?"
Sang Luo froze for a while, then shook her head: "It's okay, I'm getting old."
The little servant smiled and said, "Sang Gong is joking, you are in the master state, and you are the prime of life in terms of age. How come you are old."
Sang Luo smiled warmly, but there was a voice in his head that couldn't be shaken away.
Just now, he fell asleep unconsciously.
Between half-dreaming and half-awake, he seemed to see a scorpion holding a stone tablet and roaring in the sky.
The voice had never stopped, but Sang Luo understood the meaning of the roar.
That's the eight characters on its back——
Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!
Sang Luo shook his head and laughed at himself.
Maybe the two consecutive days of storytelling have been a little out of energy!
Why do you have such a dream?
Those eight characters are heroic and angry, but he is just a rotten Confucian, how could he dream of such a deafening voice?
However, these eight characters can be written and spread.
After finishing these thoughts in his mind, Sang Luo took a few deep breaths. There are still two hours of books to talk about in the afternoon, so let's think about it in the evening.
Speaking of the Book of Wuhou, one must be sincere.
Sang Luo calmed down, straightened her long gown, bowed slightly to the north, and then walked out.
……
"Crack!"
After Xingmu took a shot, Sang Luo continued to talk about "The Legend of Condor Heroes". Everyone was fascinated by it. The patriarch of the Guo clan sat at the front with his eyes closed slightly, as if he was wandering in a martial arts world.
This is the last episode of "The Condor Heroes".
But I heard Yang Guo say in a loud voice, "It's a good meeting today, and I'm not too happy. When we meet again in the world, we'll have a cup of wine. , go down the mountain side by side with the eagle.
At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing the leaves, and the crows on the top of the tree were chirping.
Sang Luo suddenly slapped the wood again and said——
"It is: the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. Knowing each other and knowing what day, this night is embarrassing!"
At this moment, a golden and jade vibration sound suddenly sounded in the Deyun Pavilion, like a clear bell. At first it was just a single sound, but then it went on and on. Not only was there no murmur in the bell, but it was like a clear spring flowing through everyone's hearts, and everyone was refreshed for a while.
"Jin Sheng Yu Zhen!" Guo Clan Chief was shocked.
This is a vision that the master of great virtue can only attract when he lectures on the scriptures. It is often accompanied by great merits from heaven.
But there is no one to preach the scriptures here, how can there be a golden voice and a jade vibration, is it——
Patriarch Guo suddenly looked at Sang Luo on the stage, frowning: "Impossible! Storytelling can enlighten one's wisdom and help others to grasp the content of the novel. It is a bit of a dialect, but it has no moral virtue!"
"Impossible, absolutely not..."
Just as Patriarch Guo was in doubt, suddenly a coercion from the heavens descended on Deyun Pavilion, and a black and yellow cloud appeared out of thin air in Deyun Pavilion.
"Xuanhuang Xiangyun! It's a sign of virtue!"
"Who! Which Master Led Virtue?"
"Impossible, just now there was only Sang Gong..."
Everyone also reacted. At this time, the Xuanhuang Xiangyun floated towards Sang Luo and instantly plunged into Sang Luo's body. Sang Luo was shocked, his body was surging, and a mountain of books appeared behind Sang Luo.
"What's the matter? Sang Gong is about to break through?"
"Can storytellers preach?"
"Never heard of it!"
Just as everyone was whispering, the patriarch's seal of the patriarch Guo shook.
"Everyone!" The patriarch Guo's tongue burst into thunder, suppressing everyone's discussion, and said, "The news just came from Wenchang Pavilion that it was Wuhou and Beijing who made a Taoist statement and opened martial arts education!"
"Wuhou Yan: The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man!"
Everyone was shocked and muttered.
At this moment, Sang Luo suddenly let out a long whistle, and the aura of righteousness burst out from the body, again condensing a phantom of a mountain of books.
Promote!
"Congratulations to Sang Gong!"
"Master Hershey!"
"Meet Master Sang!"
Everyone congratulated, and the patriarch Guo also smiled heartily: "Sang Gong, Deyun Pavilion is fortunate to witness the morality of the world, and there are poems that break the boundary!"
The tradition of Confucianism, every time a boundary is broken, there is a poem to celebrate, called a broken mirror poem.
The most widely rumored poem in the world today is Li Qinglian, who wrote "Laughing at the sky and going out, how can I be a Penghao people!"
Sang Luo nodded lightly, and was silent for a long time.
Sang Luo picked up the Xingmu on the table and said softly——
"Having wasted half my life, I had to be my master. I didn't want to embark on the path of virtue today!"
"The old man doesn't know the meaning of the scriptures, and he doesn't know the articles. Only in the story of Wuhou, he thinks about some ways of doing things!"
"Not a warning, not a famous sentence."
"Let's use it for future storytelling!"
After speaking, Sang Luo paused briefly and said——
"Speaking of books and singing opera to persuade others,"
"Three avenues go to the center."
"Good and evil will pay off in the end,"
"The right way in the world - is the vicissitudes of life!"
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East Cang City.
Chen Luo thought about it again and again, but did not announce the opening of the Wuyuan Academy on the spot.
On the one hand, the martial arts courtyard has not been completed yet. Although Yan Baichuan promised Wenchang Pavilion's full support, Chen Luo decided to postpone it for a while.
Without him, martial arts would not be enough!
Dignified Martial Arts Academy, without Shaolin and Wudang, wouldn't that mean half of the country would be lost?
Chen Luo was sitting in the study with the martial arts novels just selected from the Dreamland Flower Forest in his mind.
"Eternal Dragon Slayer"!
Chen Luo spread out the paper, because of the existence of "The Condor" and "The Condor", Chen Luo sighed at the previous characters.
Write slowly with a pen dipped in ink, finely grinding one chapter at a time.
The first episode: Tianya Sijun is unforgettable.
As the so-called Fengling Ferry first met, once met Yang Guo mistakenly for life.
Guo Xiang, with a girlish mind, finally settled on Mount Emei and established a sect. The name "Fengling" given to her disciple and grandson in her later years was probably the most daring thought in her life.
After writing the first chapter, Chen Luo put the manuscript aside and started writing the next chapter~IndoMTL.com~The second chapter: The pines and cypresses grow on the top of Wudang Mountain!
Wudang School, Zhang Sanfeng!
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Shouyang Mountain.
The Great Celestial Master Qingwei, who was wandering in spirit, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Strange, my luck seems to be getting stronger."
"Is there a Taoist emperor?"
The Great Celestial Master Qingwei counted with both hands, and his face became more and more strange.
"The stars fall from the sky, and the fortune is broken?"
"What a bizarre horoscope!"
Qingwei Da Tianshi's eyes flashed with purple light, and the eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
"This hexagram should be in the north!"
"This is... Chen Luo?"