Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Chen Luo's movements naturally attracted some attention. Ji Zhong reminded in Chen Luo's ear softly: "Young Master, Wen Xin invites you, you should write a little bit. Otherwise, you will be criticized by those old-fashioned Confucian scholars..."

Write something? What am I writing?

Chen Luo looked confused, I'm not a member of your system, do you want me to write a thought report?

What can I write?

Generally speaking, in the case of revealing the way in the heart, other traversers often swipe the pen, and Hengqu's four sentences can immediately shock the Quartet.

"Set up your mind for the heaven and earth, set up your life for the people, set up a legacy for the sages of the past, and create peace for the world!"

How arrogant to say it!

But--

You read it just now!

Then what else?

To worry about the worries of the world first, and to be happy after the joys of the world?

There is already a great scholar named Fan Zhongyan in this world!

What he wrote was not "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but "The Story of Yunyang Tower".

How to do?

Can’t write about building a moderately prosperous society in an all-round way and achieving common prosperity?

You can't read it even though it's written...

"Yes!" A flash of light flashed in Chen Luo's mind, and there was a sentence that seemed to be absent in this world.

Chen Luo wrote as soon as he said it, picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote—

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

The source of this sentence comes from Gu Yanwu, a thinker in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. .

Later in the late Qing Dynasty, it was summed up by one of the leaders of the Hundred Days Reform, the thinker Liang Qichao, into a written form of eight characters.

……

Just as Chen Luo finished writing, the phantom of a large tortoise suddenly appeared on the paper, with a stone tablet on the tortoise's back.

"Pixi camel monument!" The people around exclaimed in surprise, and even Wei Yan turned his head to look sideways, a look of surprise evident on his face.

Ji Zhong was overjoyed: "Master, this is a vision of Wen Chengwei, which shows that the words of the master are enough to carry a piece of literature. No matter whether it fits this literary heart or not, this article has the potential to make immortal words. You hurry up and go to Write it down, look at that bare stone tablet..."

Chen Luo gave Ji Zhong a white look, if you asked me to write down, I'll write down, don't I want to lose face?

Of course I know these eight characters. The problem is that I only know these eight characters. What else can I write?

Do it like the college entrance examination, do you still have to have no less than 800 words?

Chen Luo frantically complained in his heart, but his face did not show any strangeness, and he looked confident.

"Just think of it as writing an argumentative essay. The argument has already been thrown out, add a few more arguments, and then the conclusion will be fine..." After all, Chen Luo worked as a teaching teacher in a mountainous area before crossing. Still have some experience.

To be honest, he is now full of thinking about the path of mortal qi, but he really hadn't thought about it.

Not to mention that it is impossible to get it, even if it is possible, he doesn't really want to fight for it.

After all, readers suffer!

……

Just when Chen Luo was searching for the famous sayings and allusions suitable for these eight-character arguments in this world, there was a sudden "bang" from the audience, and a Confucian scholar in the square kicked the square table that Fei Wenxin had transformed.

The Confucian scholar looked like he was about twenty years old, with an inconspicuous appearance, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a pretty girlish voice with a hint of anger: "Humph! Let this girl write it..."

At the same time, a sinister hoarse voice sounded out of thin air: "Girl, I have said that you are not from Wan'an County, so you can't fool Wen Xin!"

The conversation between the old man and the young man instantly stole Chen Luo's limelight. All eyes were on the scholar standing in the center of the square. On the steps, Wei Yan snorted coldly, "Pretend to be a ghost, it's you who are waiting!"

As Wei Yan spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the scholar who had spoken before, only to see a bookcase appearing out of thin air around the scholar, as if to seal the scholar. At this moment, the space in front of the scholar was distorted, and an old woman with goosebumps appeared from the distorted space.

The old woman opened her mouth, and a black cloud flew out of the old woman's air, instantly slamming onto the bookcase Wei Yan had just condensed, and the bookcase actually began to corrode visibly to the naked eye. If you look closely, you can see that the dark cloud turned out to be a dense worm, and the worm was eating Wei Yan's Confucianism bookcase.

"Gu?" Wei Yan's expression changed, "Who are you?"

At this time, the Confucian scholar said again: "Who are we, so don't bother Wei Daru, but this literary heart is ours, and today we must return it to the original owner!"

The scholar raised his right hand high, and the square table in the square that was originally transformed into Wenxin returned to a wisp of blue light again, and flew over the scholar's raised right hand, condensing into the previous Wenxin appearance. Even the desk in front of Chen Luo on the viewing platform, the phantom shadow just resisted for a moment, then collapsed and turned into a blue light and flew towards the scholar.

"Protect Wen Xin!" A Confucian student suddenly shouted, with a thin layer of blue light all over his body, rushing towards the strange Confucian scholar and the old woman. As soon as this statement came out, all the Confucian scholars reacted one after another, shouting "Protect Wen Xin" in unison, and flocked to the two of them in the field.

The old woman waved her sleeves again, and a black cloud flew out again, scattered and rushed towards the scholar. That black cloud was naturally a Gu worm, and it easily broke through the Confucian scholars' righteous defense and shot into the body. Almost in an instant, most of those Confucian scholars fell down.

"Presumptuous!" Wei Yan was furious and pointed at the two with one hand. In an instant, a giant pen appeared on top of the strange scholar and old woman's heads. The nib of the pen swiped in the air, and a black ink mark flew towards the two of them. It seemed that as long as they were stained by this ink mark, they would disappear into the world.

Great Confucian Magical Powers: Write off one stroke!

I saw that the old woman took a deep breath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There were actually three pairs of crystal worm wings behind her back, her body was suddenly taller, and a delicate curve appeared. Young woman with flower letter. She flew up, facing the falling ink marks, opened her mouth and roared, and there was no sound of strange things.

But as she roared, the space shook, and the ink marks collapsed in the turbulent space.

The weird Confucian student chuckled, still in a clear female voice: "Mr. Wei, don't get angry, we don't want to cause trouble. These Confucian students are just sleepy worms caught by Rong Ma, and there is no danger of their lives..."

At this moment, Mama Rong, who had turned into a young woman, landed again. Wei Yan's eyes were blue, staring at her: "Incarnation Gu? Zhenxuansi's information is indeed correct, you are not dead!"

"Mr. Wei's words are too much. In all fairness, even if you are dead, we can still dig your graves..." The Confucian scholar responded, and then said to Mammy Rong, "Mammy Rong, Wen Xin Here we go, let's go..."

"Want to go, dream!" Wei Yan stretched out his hand again, as if to use Confucianism. The palm of the hand turned black at this moment.

"You were intoxicated by the dead light!" Wei Yan looked at Mammy Rong.

Mammy Rong said lightly, "You can run Haoran righteously now, and you can naturally force the Gu worms out in an hour. If you want to stop us, just wait to die."

After Mammy Rong finished speaking, she turned around and pulled the weird scholar to leave. Suddenly, a great Confucian aura that did not lose to Wei Yan suddenly burst out. A majestic voice sounded—

"You two, let's stay..."

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