Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 11

[Chapter 11 I always feel that something is destined for me]

Destined For Me The sun was rising, and the warm sunlight shone on Chen Luo’s face through the wooden window of the study.

A small cat-like purring sound circulated in Chen Luo’s ears. Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he had slept on the desk all night, and next to the desk, Xiaohuan had also slept soundly on the desk. Zhengxiang. A stream of crystal-clear saliva flowed down the chubby face onto the desk.

“Ahem…” Chen Luo coughed twice, Xiaohuan suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at Chen Luo who was looking at her, and hurriedly wanted to stand up, but didn’t want her legs to numb, lose her center of gravity, and fall directly In Chen Luo’s arms.

“Sure enough, he’s still a child.” Chen Luo confirmed again.

Xiaohuan’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly stood up on the desk, and then said: “Master…Master…Are you awake? I’ll help you brush your teeth and wash your face!”

Chen Luo noticed that Xiaohuan and Chen Ping were only in front of outsiders. He will address him as Patriarch, but in private he still calls him Young Master. Chen Luo waved his hand and asked, “Why are you in the study? Where’s Miss?”

Xiaohuan replied, “Miss and Uncle Ping went out of the city early in the morning, and the tenants who lived outside the city have escaped several houses for so many days. , Uncle Ping said that now that the matter has been resolved, Miss has to calm down.”

Chen Luo frowned slightly: “Nonsense, Miss, didn’t she have a problem with her eyes? Why didn’t she call me?”

Xiaohuan curled her lips: “Miss said Dai Just a veiled hat, the young master worked hard all day yesterday, so he didn’t have to take a hard trip… Uncle Ping also said that the young master will not be as useful as the young lady!”

Chen Luo suddenly didn’t want to talk!

“Um…you go and get me a basin of water, just leave it at the door, I’ll do it myself. In addition, today’s meals will be delivered to the study, so I won’t leave the room.”

Xiaohuan glanced at Chen Luo suspiciously, Then he nodded, turned around and walked out, muttering in his mouth: “Miss also said that the young master has changed, isn’t he still the same nerd?”

Hearing Xiaohuan’s muttering, Chen Luo suddenly remembered that his predecessor seemed to be That’s it, I often shut myself in the study and don’t contact anyone.

“Do you think I don’t want to go out? But the book in my mind is a bit heavy, so I have to work overtime…” Chen Luo lamented in his heart.

After sending Xiaohuan out, Chen Luo spread out the rice paper, chose a convenient brush, and wrote on the rice paper.

“The gentle breeze smokes the willows, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It is the spring season in southern China. On Ximen Street, Fuzhou, Fuzhou, FJ Province, the Qingshiban Road stretches straight out, leading directly to the west gate… The vermilion lacquer gate of the mansion, the copper nails the size of teacups on the door are shining, and the top of the gate The plaque reads “Fuwei Escort Bureau” in four large gold-painted characters, and below it is written “General Number” in small characters…”

That’s right, in the Dreamland Flower Forest, the Book of the Red Dust Realm that Chen Luo picked up belonged to Mr. Jin Yong “Swordsman”!

“Swordsman” is a rare work of the old man who does not clearly mark the dynasty. It tells the story of Linghu Chong, a disciple of Huashan, who experienced the treacherous battles in the rivers and lakes, and finally embraced the beauty and retired from the rivers and lakes. In Chen Luo’s mind is a relatively classic triptych version, with about one million words… I

don’t know how long it took to transcribe, Chen Luo shook his sore wrist, only to find that the paper full of Yawen was piled up with a finger Thick, take a break for a while.

I am still looking forward to what kind of book spirit Chen Luo will summon after “Swordsman” is completed. According to Zhong Kui’s situation, there is a high probability that it will be “Linghu Chong”, and “Ren Yingying” can also accept it. “OK” is also mighty and domineering.

It’s just…

a thought flashed in Chen Luo’s mind: “The two eunuchs Dongfang Bubai and Yue Buqun will not be summoned… No, no, they are not the protagonists!” Chen Luo shook his head , Throwing this idea out of his mind.

…

While Chen Luo was still painstakingly writing “Swordsman” in his study, the county magistrate Cai Tongchen and Master Li had been standing respectfully in the open space outside the main hall of the county yamen for an entire hour, but the two of them were not at odds. Waiting, only Master Li looked up at the distant sky from time to time.

Master Li suddenly shouted: “My lord, here we come…”

Cai Tongchen followed Master Li’s line of sight, his eyes flashed blue, and saw in the distant sky, an ancient car broke through the clouds and was speeding towards the county government. It can be seen from a distance that the body of the ancient car has red wheels and a black hood…

“Zhu 轓 soap cover!” Mr. Li was surprised. This kind of ancient car is not made by any machine, but it is made of great mysterious energy. The official technique launched. For example, Cai Tongchen’s investigation of luck belongs to the seventh-rank official skill, which is also the rank of the county magistrate. And “Zhu Yu Zao Gai” is a third-rank official technique!

While Mr. Li was still wondering who the court official was, the ancient car almost instantly crossed the line of sight and landed in front of Cai Tongchen. The ancient chariot dissipated like a wave of luck, and I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar who was eight feet tall, with a face like a crown jade, and a three-inch long beard on his chest, standing with his hands behind his back, not angry and majestic.

Seeing the visitor, Cai Tongchen was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the end, his tone full of admiration: “Student Tongchen, I have met my mentor!”

Hearing Cai Tongchen’s address, Master Li finally understood who the visitor was, and hurried up He followed and saluted and said: “Li Ruye, who came in after the end of school, has met Wei Dashi!”

Wei Yan, whose name is Tianyi, is a great Confucian with three characters and a great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion.

Wei Yan nodded slightly, and said softly: “Don’t be polite, show me that literary heart…”

Cai Tongchen then stood up, and Master Li stepped forward quickly, holding the immortal literary heart with both hands. Hand the brocade box to Wei Yan. Wei Yan opened the lid of the box, and just as the dazzling blue light was about to radiate from the brocade box, Wei Yan gently stroked it with his hand, and the blue light was immediately suppressed in the brocade box, and no longer let it out.

Wei Yan felt it for a moment, and said: “Recite the scriptures with righteousness, it should be a literary heart.”

Cai Tongchen nodded in agreement, and said, “Master, do you know which senior it is?”

“Let’s go in and talk…” Wei Yan Walking into the county office, Cai Tongchen and Master Li looked at each other, and hurriedly followed

…

After offering tea, Cai Tongchen returned to his seat, Wei Yan took a sip of tea, and then said: “From early this morning After the Blue Bird Division received your ‘Book of Brocade in the Cloud’ and learned about the Immortal Heart, Wenchang Pavilion has never stopped.”

“Wenchang Pavilion checked the traces of all the great Confucianists on the list, and used luck to check the 1026 immortal literary hearts in the entire Daxuan Dynasty, and found nothing unusual.”

“Obviously, this literary heart belongs to a hermit great Confucianism.”

” In this regard, Wenchang Pavilion has three opinions. First, bring it back to Wenchang Pavilion to suppress Daxuan’s literary movement; second, enter Daxuan’s treasury and reward meritorious officials; But they were all rejected by Wen Xiang!”

Cai Tongchen was puzzled: “What does Wen Xiang mean?”

Wei Yan showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: “According to ancient rituals, Wen Xin has no master, so let Wen Xin choose his own master. !”

Master Li’s hand holding the teacup trembled suddenly, looked at Wei Yan with some surprise, and said hesitantly: “This is the immortal heart of Confucianism, carrying the “Tao” of Confucian life, this… can the imperial court agree to it?” ”

That’s how it is in ancient rituals!” Wei Yan took another sip of tea, and continued, “Wen Xiang asked His Majesty for an edict. According to the etiquette system, Wen Xin was discovered in Wan’an County, and Wan’an County was the hermit. The former residence of the Great Confucianism. Three days later, Wan’an County will hold the officiant ceremony for Wenxin. If Wenxin doesn’t make a choice in Wan’an County, I will take him back to the Confucian Temple, and let the Confucian scholars all over the world go by themselves for Wenxin to choose the master! During this period, Tongchen, I will temporarily control the administration of Wan’an County!” After Wei Yan said, his gentle tone became serious.

“Three days later?” Cai Tongchen murmured. He understood that his mentor was worried that he would not be able to hold back the officiant ceremony, so he did not hesitate to come here in person

…

At the same time, in the study of the Chen residence.

“Yingying cried: ‘You are getting thinner every day, I…I…I don’t want to live any more’. Hearing her sincere and sad words, Linghu Chong couldn’t help being very grateful, his chest felt hot, and he felt The sky is spinning, and the blood in the throat can’t stop rushing, so I don’t know about this person.”

Chen Luo put down the pen, stretched his waist, looked at the thick stack of papers written on the side of his hand, he didn’t expect this body to have ” The talent of “codeword madman”, the speed of writing with all his strength, has caught up with the typewriter…

“It will probably take three days to finish writing all of them.” Chen Luo made a calculation, “But…”

Yang Hua was exhausted, and the author didn’t want to write a stand-alone game.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation, ask for a collection…

(End of this chapter)