Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 310: Is it coming?
Zhang Qingye looked at the wild moon in the sky through the high windowsill.
"I didn't expect that the last person I saw before Zhang Qingye's death was Man Tianyue!" Zhang Qingye laughed at himself, and a sense of drowsiness struck his heart.
He retracted his gaze and looked forward. The huge blood-colored silkworm cocoons blocked his vision. He lowered his head. The blood-colored silk had been woven into his chest and quickly wrapped towards his head. A blood-colored wild silkworm was coiled in front of him, spitting out **** silk, weaving the cocoon.
He tried to commit suicide by biting his tongue, but the seal on his body made him unable to even open his mouth.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't kill one more barbarian before I died!" This was Zhang Qingye's last consciousness, and then he was shrouded in darkness.
He, Zhang Qingye, Master Jing, captain of the Eighth Battalion of the Fairview Army of the Great Wall of Righteousness.
When the barbarian army attacked the city, they would not retreat, and they were eventually captured. They were captured and returned to the barbarian plains.
A total of 804 soldiers from the Eighth Battalion under his command were swallowed by the savage silkworm along with him!
Ten years of human supporters, once turned into barbarian food.
Hateful!
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Wanren Mountain.
"I ordered Fushan Camp, Sanshui Camp, and Beijiang Camp to travel 3,000 miles from the Manyuan Plain. Ten great scholars accompany them. We must rescue the captured soldiers." Soldiers, the ordering soldiers immediately led the way.
Han Qingzhu looked at the map again. According to the usual situation, the Battle of Winter has entered the final stage. It's just that a cloud has been haunting Han Qingzhu's mind.
Where are the tower bones?
At the beginning of the war, the two khans of Ilisa and Mordan moved southward, and the northern border was trembling. As the war unfolded, Mordan Khan's troops launched repeated attacks. There are indeed traces of the tribes belonging to Ilisa Khan’s tribe in the barbarian army formation. If the martial arts did not appear out of thin air, and the scheduling was effective in advance, I am afraid that this time the Winter Human Race will suffer a big loss.
As a result, the human race and the barbarian race are almost at a draw, and they have not suffered a big loss.
But the problem is-
The khan's tower bone of Eliza Khan's tribe has never been seen.
Eight great khanates of the barbarian tribe, every khan emperor is expected to attack the existence of barbarian gods, especially this tower bone. He was not the direct blood clan of Ilsa, but gained the support of Ilsa tribe step by step by virtue of his own strength and exploits, and finally stepped onto the throne of Khan Emperor.
Zhenxuan Si once ranked according to the threat to the human race by the Khan Emperor of the Eight Great Khans. Mordan, who invades the northern region every year, only ranks sixth, and this tower bone ranks third.
It was such a khan emperor who could be called a thorn in the eyes of the human race, who led his troops to the south, and then disappeared.
I can't help Han Qingzhu not paying attention.
At this moment, Xiao Qi walked into the council chamber holding a letter.
"The Minister of War, there is a letter from the Marquis of Dongcangwu!"
Han Qingzhu was taken aback: "Chen Luo?"
"Why is he writing a letter?"
"Do you want me to wipe his **** again?"
Speaking of which, Han Qingzhu still took the letter and glanced at it, his eyes inexplicable.
Xiao Qi looked curious: "Bing Xiang, is Wu Hou causing any trouble again?"
Han Qingzhu said with a half-smile, "This kid has prepared a winter martial arts academy, and it's about to open."
"Please come to the ceremony!"
"Isn't this nonsense? The prime minister still wants to govern the war, so how can I watch the opening ceremony of his martial arts institute."
Xiao Qi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he reminded in a low voice: "The Minister of War, you can stop by the Wuhou Temple to worship Zhuge Kongming!"
Han Qingzhu suddenly moved, but thinking of the threat of the tower bone, he still sighed: "I still can't go. Go to Baizhan Hall and say, choose a few great scholars to represent my mighty mansion."
Xiao Qi looked embarrassed: "It's up to you to appoint the military minister, otherwise I'm afraid the great Confucians will fight!"
Han Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "These old guys! Let's go to the bottom of the row according to the merits of the battle, go to the tenth place!"
"Yes!" Xiao Qi immediately led the way.
Han Qingzhu lowered his head and looked at the letter in Chen Luo's hand again, muttering to himself: "The martial arts is only three thousand miles away, so there should be no problem with the cultivation of the human world!"
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Central capital, Spring and Autumn Hall.
Chunqiutang's time-watching instrument was constantly shaking, and the four great historians released the power of the country and the world to try to stabilize the time-watching instrument.
Sima Lie stepped into the void, and while waving his hand, the phantom of "Spring and Autumn" appeared, covering the time patrol instrument, instantly suppressing the movement of the time patrol instrument.
"What happened?" Sima Lie asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Sima." A scholar from a historian handed in hand, "Since last night, there has been a strange noise in the chronometer, and the sands of time in all directions have fallen at the same time. We thought that there was a problem with the chronometer, and we used the magical power of 'breaking the mirror and reuniting'. Repairing the time patrol instrument, it was unexpectedly attacked by the time patrol instrument, so it kept shaking."
Sima Lie looked puzzled: "Sand is falling from all directions?"
"This is a sign of great change in the world!"
A look of doubt flashed in Sima Lie's eyes. He deduced the time and space, and there was no sign of a world undergoing great changes. Immediately, he asked, "Which direction is the most falling sand?"
"To the northeast, thirty-six thousand miles."
As soon as these words came out, all the great scholars were stunned.
A familiar location!
To the northeast, 36,000 miles—isn't this Dongcangcheng?
What the **** did that Wuhou do?
At this moment, Sima Lie's disciple ran into the Xunshi Pavilion, waving a letter in his hand: "Teacher, teacher, there is a blue bird in Dongcang City!"
Sima Lie hurriedly stretched out his hand and directly took the letter from the disciple's hand. He glanced at it, his face was overjoyed, and he repeatedly shouted: "Good! Good! Good!"
Speaking, with the spirit of rising and falling, he was about to summon the Shijia Jumen to Dongcang. When the other great scholars present saw this scene, they quickly suppressed the fluctuation of time and space, interrupting the appearance of the Shijia Jumen.
It's obviously a good thing, but I want to eat alone!
Sima Lie, the old spring and autumn!
"Mr. Sima, what's so great about this!"
"Yeah, it's not as good as everyone's Lele alone, why don't Mr. Sima share one or two."
Sima Lie stroked his beard: "Hahaha, the old man happily forgot. Please forgive me."
"The last time Wuhou answered the three questions about running a school, please remember!"
All the Confucians nodded.
"This time the martial arts institute will be opened, Wuhou Te sent an invitation to watch the ceremony, and the old man will go to the invitation!"
"80% of the recruitment of this world's great change comes from the martial arts institute!"
"Everyone, I'm leaving first!"
Speaking, Sima Lie was about to summon the great gate of the Shi family again, but was blocked by a force of the family and the world. Sima Lie looked at everyone: "Everyone, what do you mean?"
The Confucians suddenly felt a sour taste in their mouths.
They all study history, who doesn't want to see history with their own eyes!
Who doesn't want to write "I see it in person" in the history books!
How come all the good things are taken up by you, Sima Lie?
"Hahaha, Mr. Sima, I have been friends with Wuhou for a long time. Let's go with you this time."
"Yes, Mr. Sima, this junior wants to see the great changes in Dongcang City with his own eyes. This is the opportunity. Let's go together."
"That's right, Mr. Sima, the old man is about to branch off to Dongcang, and I just took this opportunity to visit Wuhou. I think I won't refuse the old man to go with me, hahahaha!"
"Mr. Sima, I'm straight, so I'll just say it. If you don't take us with us, we'll spread the news all over the Spring and Autumn Hall! When the time comes, hundreds of scholars from historians will go to Dongcang together. Who will be the first? The source of the record is not easy to check!"
Sima Lie was startled, looked at the four great Confucians in front of him with a complicated expression, and sighed: "But the invitation only said I was invited!"
Bah, old man!
The four Confucians cursed in their hearts, but still replied with a smile on their faces: "It's okay, I can act as the old gentleman's entourage."
"The younger generation should be regarded as the nephew of the old gentleman."
"Old man, um... by the way, isn't my concubine your concubine's sister? We are brothers! Why can't we go together?"
"I... I'm in charge of closing the great gate of the Shi family, so I should be the closed disciple of the old gentleman."
Sima Lie looked at the four great Confucian scholars, feeling exhausted and unable to speak.
Can you find any excuses like this?
Confucianism, so dirty!
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Wenchang Court.
Yan Baichuan looked at the letter in his hand and stroked his beard.
"A month ago, the school asked three questions, and I went to Dongcang once!"
"Half a month ago, because of Zhuge Liang, this old man went to Dongcang again!"
"Today, regarding the martial arts institute, I have to go to Dongcang once again!"
"That's a little inappropriate!"
Leng Hanbing on the side heard Yan Baichuan muttering to himself, with a happy expression on his face, just as he was about to speak, he heard Yan Baichuan shouting: "Hanbing!"
Leng Hanbing nodded immediately: "Wen Xiang, don't worry, I will definitely..."
"Take care of Wenchang Pavilion!"
"If there is a major event, let me know immediately!"
Leng Hanbing was stunned for a moment: "It's not... Wen Xiang, didn't you say it's inappropriate?"
"I understand the truth, the martial arts academy is also the way of education, I should work harder, and it should be!"
"The truth is gone!"
Speaking, Yan Baichuan's body was full of uprightness, and the whole person disappeared in place.
Leng Hanbing looked at the empty seat, only to feel a heart cold, cold, and ice!
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Eight major academies in Beijing.
Eight lines of blue light flew up and headed to the northeast.
Everywhere in Daxuan, the aristocratic families who supported Chen Luo in building Leya Port also received the blue bird biography from Dongcang. There was almost no delay. One after another blue light flew out from their respective mansions. Go to the northeast.
Lu Fangweng's lineage, Mr. Banshi's lineage, and Old Man Muyu's lineage also received invitations, and cyan figures flew out of the green mountains and beautiful waters, heading straight to the northeast.
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Meanwhile, Dongcang City.
Qin Dangguo personally sat in charge and directed the preparations for the opening of the hospital. Chen Luo walked over with a relaxed look, and Qin Dangguo hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute: "Master Hou, all the invitations for the ceremony have been sent out, and it is expected that all the guests will arrive within three days."
"It's hard work." Chen Luo nodded, looking at the majestic gate of the Martial Arts Academy, feeling emotional.
For a long time, he thought that the martial arts institute was at most a place for full-time training of martial artists, which was the "university" in his mind. It was not until yesterday that he told Yun Siyao that he was going to open a martial arts institute. .
"The Martial Arts Academy is a place for martial arts education!" Yun Siyao's words recalled in Chen Luo's mind, "In the past, Jixia Academy was founded and connected to the Tao of Heaven, so it can be passed down from generation to generation."
"If there is no Jixia Academy, later generations of Confucianism will preach, teaching is a hundred times more difficult, and learning is extremely difficult!"
"The same is true of Martial Arts. Dongcang Martial Arts Academy is the No. 1 Martial Arts Academy in the world. It must be connected to Heaven~IndoMTL.com~ Otherwise, it will be difficult for others to teach and learn except you as a teacher."
Chen Luo woke up almost instantly. Since the beginning of martial arts, almost all people who have mastered martial arts have learned from books on their own. There are rare examples of mastering martial arts because of others' teaching.
That is to say, if there is no enlightenment recognized by the Heavenly Dao, in the future, the martial arts can only worship Chen Luo as his teacher, and cannot teach him privately.
According to Tiandao's understanding, that is illegal teaching!
Starting from the development of Confucianism, Taoism and even Buddhism, only when the first academy, Taoist academy or monastery is established and approved by the Tao of Heaven can it truly be passed down from generation to generation.
Because of this, Chen Luo has widely distributed invitations to hold a martial arts academy ceremony.
Thinking of this, he looks north.
Since I started to move my mind, the dangerous mirror in my soul has been constantly shaking.
Man, are you coming?
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There is a saying: A group of Confucians congratulate Wuyuan, and the savage heavens attack Dongcang. Want to know what happened next? Check out the next chapter!