"This is... your new book spirit?" Song Tuizhi looked at Bai Xiaosheng who looked like a fart in front of him, his eyes flashed for a moment, "Is he the one who created your "Red Dust Martial List"? "
"Exactly!" Chen Luo nodded. Since he was going to publish the "Red Dust Martial Ranking", of course he had to report it to his fourth senior brother. Besides, he also found out that his fourth senior brother was actually his fan, so that was easy to say.
"Fourth Senior Brother, this is the book!" He said and presented the "Sentimental Swordsman's Ruthless Sword" that he had prepared. "After "The Swordsman", I plan to serialize this one."
"Huh?" Song Tuizhi's eyes lit up, but he immediately pretended to be serious, "Well, just leave it with me for safekeeping first, lest those old guys always want to break your serialization rules."
"That's right." Chen Luo smiled secretly in his heart, handed it to Song Tuizhi, and was about to leave. Suddenly he asked again: "Fourth Senior Brother, did you sense anything before?"
Song Tuizhi was stunned, hesitating again and again, and said: "It seems there is something, but when I look closely, there is nothing. What's wrong?"
Chen Luo looked at Song Tuizhi and knew that Bai Xiaosheng was right. The fourth senior brother did not sense his probing, so he waved his hand: "Nothing, just a casual question, I'll go and catch up on some sleep first!" Just walked outside the house.
"Well, Fourth Senior Brother said that Wen Xiang's cultivation level is as good as his, so he probably didn't notice it either!"
Seeing Chen Luo's back disappearing from the room, Song Tuizhi quickly concentrated his energy and tried to sense the surroundings. After a while, he said with a puzzled look on his face: "Is there anything strange? Why do you ask, junior brother?"
"But my answer should be appropriate..."
Thinking this, Song Tuizhi nodded and couldn't wait to open the manuscript of "The Passionate Swordsman: The Ruthless Sword"...
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"Red Dust Martial Arts List?" Everyone who got the latest issue of "Da Xuanmin Daily" looked at the list on the home page of the first page, showing doubts.
"How angry are you in this world? Darling, why did a Yuezhou person come in front of us Zhongjing people?"
"More than that, look, there is no one from Zhongjing in the top ten! Our leader is Mr. Nan, who is only ranked 19th!"
"This...this...this..."
"Huh, we didn't know before that reading Wan Anbo's book would produce a worldly atmosphere, so even if we bought a newspaper, it was just a glance at ten lines to satisfy our craving, but we were still willing to go to a restaurant and listen to Mr. Shu's analysis. In this way, we would naturally understand not enough."
"Those outsiders, how can they be called storytellers? They can only read for themselves. Now, aren't they a step above us?"
"Brother, what you said makes sense. Does this mean that Mr. Storyteller is holding back our Zhongjing City?"
"That's wrong." said an old man who had been listening to the conversation at this time. "The literary gentlemen break down the plot so that you can better understand the events and feelings in the book, but you never review it. .”
"Exactly!" Another tea guest also interjected, "Having Mr. Shuowen is like having a child who has enlightenment while studying. This should be my advantage in Zhongjing, but it was wasted..."
The words of these two people made the person who had spoken before blush, and he quickly raised his hand and said, "Thank you both for your teachings. We will study Wan Anbo's book carefully now, and we will definitely not let me lag behind others in Zhongjing."
"Exactly, exactly. Waiter, I'll pay for these two's tea!"
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"Dad, I don't want to study Confucianism anymore." A boy of sixteen or seventeen knelt in front of his father. In front of him was the latest issue of the "Red Dust Martial Ranking".
On the "Red Dust Martial List", there was a name that was carefully circled with a brush.
The 78th place, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.
Looking at the young man kneeling in front of him, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair frowned: "You are not the only one named Song Qixing in Zhongjing City. How do you know these seventy-eight people are you?"
"The child has just received a wisp of mortal energy out of thin air. The list shows that the 51st to the 80th can receive three earthly earthly energies every day. Who else is he if he is not a child?"
Song Qixing's father hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not allowed for my father!"
"Why?" Song Qixing asked, "My child has been studying Confucianism since he was nine years old. You are a enlightened master who has crossed two mountains and seas, and your grandfather is a great Confucian in Wenchang Pavilion. You have taught me day and night, and you have found countless treasures of righteousness for me, but My child has only just started writing, and his righteousness is so weak that he can't even get into the eight major academies. Why do you still want me to study Confucianism?"
Father Song looked at his only son with tears in his eyes and his heart softened. He knew that both his father and himself had put tremendous pressure on the child.
Most of the old friends who have contact with the family and children of his age are in the poetry realm, or are just a hair away from it. As for Song Qixing, his righteousness was very thin. Even if he had some verses from his master, his righteousness could not sustain him at all.
In fact, both he and his father, a great Confucian scholar, understood that although this child had awakened the talent of comprehensive reading, he was not the material to study Confucianism.
But at this moment, he couldn't give in.
"Xing'er, listen to your father."
"If you study Confucianism, your grandfather and I have already discussed it, and we will ensure that you enter the realm of poetry before you are thirty."
"My father and your grandfather have accumulated some merit over the years. When you reach the Cheng Shi Realm, we will exchange these merits and we will have an opportunity for you to be promoted to a master before you are sixty years old."
"Although it's not 100%, it's still six to seven out of ten possible."
"So don't worry, just study Confucianism with peace of mind."
"Wan Anbo admires him as a father, and even your grandfather is full of praise. But, how good is martial arts? No one can say for sure."
"Don't tell me that you are only 78th. Even if Ren Ji is in first place, who can say for sure what his future will be like?"
"Even Wan Anbo himself, now everyone respects his literary talent and his inheritance, but look, how many people respect his cultivation? Or his combat power?"
"Those who don't have the talent to read through, take the path of martial arts, because that is their only choice. But if you can take the path of Confucianism, how can you give up?"
"A great scholar asked me privately about the great method of absorbing stars. Wan Anbo made it clear that it is difficult to learn!"
"Look at the third Ji Zhong. He is Wan Anbo's guard and is a seventeen-year-old Cheng Shijing. Has he given up on Confucianism?"
Song Qixing looked at her father, clenched her hands into fists, and had tears in her eyes: "You don't understand the child at all!"
"I know that in order for me to practice, grandpa spent almost all the money he got from his scriptures on me."
"It's even delaying your promotion to the preaching realm, dad."
"Your merits can help grandpa conceive a great Confucian treasure."
"I don't want to drag you down!"
"Sometimes I think, I would rather not awaken any reading talent!"
"I don't like you sacrificing yourselves to arrange a path for me that I don't want to take!"
"I like Wan Anbo's novel, and I also like the story in it. I think I am suitable for that path."
"Just think of me as an ordinary person. I want to practice martial arts! I want to be a martial artist!"
"No matter what happens to this road in the end? No matter whether it is the Confucian road to heaven or not!"
"This is better than the road you prepared for me!"
Song's father slammed the table suddenly: "How presumptuous! You... the traitor... I won't allow it if I say no. From today on, there will be no other "Da Xuan Min Bao" in the house!"
"Dad!" Song Qixing stood up, "Why are you doing this! Is it just because of our scholarly family plaque?"
"Pa!" A heavy slap hit Song Qixing's face, and even Song's father himself was stunned.
Since the death of his beloved wife, he has never been willing to touch Song Qixing with a heavy hand.
Song Qixing covered her face, knelt down suddenly, kowtowed to Father Song, turned around and ran out!
Song's father looked at Song Qixing's back as he ran out of the house, feeling sore and painful in his heart. The dignified civilized master was so unstable that he almost fell down.
He held the corner of the table and his eyes fell on the "Da Xuan Ming Bao" on the ground, with the name framed in a black circle.
The 78th place, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.
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"Your Majesty, it is still unclear what effect martial arts has. I believe that people can practice it on their own and it is not appropriate for the court to intervene."
"Your Majesty, I have a different opinion. Practicing is better than not practicing at all. In the past, fifty of us ordinary people could kill one barbarian soldier. If after practicing martial arts, even forty-nine people can be killed, it is still a profit!"
"It's ridiculous. The people's voluntary practice can still turn around in front of the demon clan. If the court intervenes and causes unnecessary suspicion among the demon clan, can you bear this responsibility?"
"The demon tribe is afraid of power but not moral. If we make them fearful, that might be a solution."
"If you want to make him feel fearful, then you need to have something to be afraid of!"
"Why do you say that this martial arts can become something to be feared?"
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Ye Heng coughed twice, interrupted the officials' debate, looked at the Minister of Literature and the Prime Minister, and asked, "Dear ladies, what do you think?"
The Prime Minister was the first to speak: "It takes three days to test the jade, and seven years to identify the material. I think Master Lu is right, that is, practicing is better than not practicing."
"On our northern border, there are tens of millions of people and millions of ordinary soldiers. Even if we only increase one level of strength, we can offset the damage caused by some barbarians."
"However, if the imperial court invests a lot of manpower and material resources to promote martial arts, the losses will be secondary. However, if it attracts the fear of the demon clan and changes the policies of the Holy King Palace, it will harass our southern region, but the northern region will not improve as expected. , then the gain outweighs the loss.”
"In the final analysis, we still need to know how strong martial arts can be! Is the court worth taking this risk?"
"If you are strong, as Mr. Tong said, even if we are temporarily harassed by them, in three to five years, we can get back all the money and profits. They will naturally consider the pros and cons. I believe that with the ability of the Rites Department, we can also suppress them."
"If it is weak, there is no need to spend so much effort to benefit the north and harm the south!"
Ye Heng nodded and looked at Wen Xiang again: "Wen Xiang, what do you think?"
Yan Baichuan chuckled: "In the final analysis, you just want to know what martial arts is? Everyone is like a dragon. Is this dragon the dragon of the Sea of Stars, the dragon of Taixuan Pond, or the ornamental dragon in His Majesty's back garden! "
All civil and military officials in the court laughed when they heard what Yan Baichuan said.
"This matter makes sense. Who can judge something that has not happened? I think that if you summon Chen Luo to the court, you will know it as soon as you ask!"
Ye Heng nodded and looked at Hou An: "Summon Chen Luo."
…
Chen Luo shook his head and sat up from the bed.
I was just trying to catch up on some sleep, but my mind kept buzzing, with a piece of information popping up every few minutes.
"Good guy!
"Huashan Sword Technique, Songshan Sword Technique, Hengshan Sword Technique..."
"Taiyue Sanqing Peak, Ning's One Sword, Thirteen Styles of Flying Sand and Rocks..."
"Black Blood Divine Needle, Xuantian Finger, Liuding Kaishan..."
…
The martial arts in "Swordsman" were unlocked in his mind.
"What's going on? Are you reviewing together before the exam?" Chen Luo shook his head. It is probably because after he announced the existence of martial arts yesterday, this group of people started to read seriously!
"However, my martial arts arsenal seems to have been enriched."
Just when Chen Luo was sighing, Lu Tong knocked on the door: "Uncle, there is a summons from the palace!"
…
Following the summons, Wang Li rushed to the imperial city and then trotted into the Changming Palace.
As soon as Chen Luo appeared, everyone's eyes turned to him.
"What's going on? These people look at me as if they want to prostitute me for nothing!" Chen Luo complained in his heart, and stepped forward to salute Ye Heng, "Wan'an Bo, Chen Luo, have met His Majesty!"
"Chen Luo, there is no need to be polite!" Ye Heng smiled and waved his hand, "I ask you, are your martial arts powerful?"
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment. Now he asked about privacy?
"Hmm..." The Prime Minister snorted, "Wan Anbo, your Majesty means that your current martial arts is comparable to the realm of Confucianism, and how is your combat power?"
Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang, looking at Wen Xiang, blinking his eyes, as if asking: "Pretend to be cool or give in?"
Wen Xiang laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, just tell the truth!"
Chen Luo thought for a while, if it had been a few hours ago, he would have been more modest.
Now, Heng Heng, there is a lot of martial arts in his mind, and the thirty-six acupoints are almost full.
Then tell the truth.
Chen Luo bowed to Zuo Xiang: "It's hard to say what my state is. If I practice according to my cultivation, it is equivalent to the Confucian writing state."
"As for combat power!"
Chen Luo raised his chest and raised his head: "Warriors, let's move forward bravely!"
"Under the same circumstances, within ten steps."
"I am invincible!"
…
The court was quiet, and suddenly, someone laughed.
This Chen Luo really knows how to joke.
Wen Xiang frowned: "Chen Luo, I want you to tell the truth!"
Just as Chen Luo was about to answer, a loud roar suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Report——"
After everyone looked at the order, they saw a sergeant with three emergency order flags hanging behind him. He ran straight into Changming Palace, holding a military report in his hands, and said loudly: "Urgent report from Wanren Mountain, barbarian Eliza." Khan’s tribe and Mordan Khan’s tribe moved south, suspected to be reinforcements for the winter offensive!”
Hearing the sergeant's report, the whole court was in an uproar. Ye Heng took Hou An's hand and brought it to the military report, also with a livid face.
The Prime Minister and Wen looked at each other, then suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Chen Luo's hand.
"Chen Luo, I ask you again, are you really invincible under the same circumstances?"
The Prime Minister stepped forward and added: "You don't have to be invincible, just a match!"
Chen Luo saw the serious looks on the faces of the Minister of Literature and the Prime Minister, and the newly unlocked martial arts arsenal flashed through his mind.
He had absorbed Ji Zhong's awe-inspiring righteousness before, and found that his mortal energy was almost twice as strong as Ji Zhong's.
And Ji Zhong is a task that is appreciated by all four senior brothers.
Is this still cowardly?
Chen Luo nodded: Of course!
The Minister of Literature nodded towards the Prime Minister. At this moment, the two people who seemed to be political enemies seemed to have reached an agreement.
The political minister shouted: "Mo Tingfeng!"
Mo Daru, who had accompanied Bai Qingqing to the capital before, quickly stood up and said, "I'm here!"
"Go and declare a challenge to the demon envoy!"
Chen Luo was shocked: Demon? Monster clan?
Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang.
Wen Xiang also looked at Mo Daru: "Betting battle, one-on-one, ten spots in the Crystal Demon Realm!"
Mo Daru: Yes!
Chen Luo's eyes moved back and forth between the political and literary ministers.
"What do you want to do?"
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