Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Song Tui shouted “He!” His whole body was like a volcano about to erupt, and the surrounding air was mixed with True Noble Qi, which also suddenly thickened. The square-inch pavilion has turned into a dangerous place in the world.

　　”Hahahaha, Song Great Scholar, don’t be nervous, it’s me, it’s me!” A hearty laughter came from the night, and then a figure in white appeared. The visitor looks to be in his forties, handsome, with a smile on his face, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

　　With a shake of the visitor’s hand, a fine wine appeared, and with a shake of the other hand, there was an extra exquisite wine glass in his hand. He stepped lightly and appeared in front of Song Tuizhi in a blink of an eye.

　　”The other day I heard that the Lord of Wan An was admitted by the Bamboo Sage. I didn’t expect to see Song Great Scholar, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest today, this certain Liu is polite…”

　　Song Tuizhi looked at the familiar man in white, frowning slightly: “Poem Saint, Liu Jingzhuang?”

　　Liu Jingzhuang hurriedly waved his hand to resign: “Don’t say anything about poem sages, Liu just had a fluke to be promoted to the Great Confucian realm. The name of the Brothel Great Confucian sounds more pleasant!”

　　With that said, Liu Jingzhuang raised his hand and filled Song Tuizhi with his fine wine.

　　Song Tuizhi raised his glass and sniffed the wine in the glass: Well, good wine!

　　Song Tuizhi relaxed and asked, “Why did Brother Liu hide in the middle of the night and approach this junior brother’s residence?”

　　Liu Jingzhuang sighed softly: “I’m ashamed to say it. This certain Liu has too many romantic debts, so he’s used to using this concealment technique of ‘passing through a hundred flowers without touching one’s body’, and was not intentionally concealing himself…”

　　”As for getting close to the Lord of Wan An’s residence…” Liu Jingzhuang couldn’t help but blush slightly, “Can you not pursue it!”

　　Song Tuizhi’s face became colder, and he put down the wine glass: “My teacher asked me to take care of my younger brother, so this certain Song must ask clearly.”

　　Liu Jingzhuang blushed slightly, drank a full glass of wine, and sighed; “Liu made a blunder after drinking, saying that he could get the follow-up manuscript of “Laughing in the Wind”, but he didn’t expect it to be taken for real, this is…”

　　Song Tuizhi glanced at Liu Jingzhuang, and after a while, he asked: “The heads of the eight academies in Zhongjing did not even get my junior brother to speak, or give the second manuscript. How does Mr. Liu plan to break the character of my junior brother?”

　　Having said this, Liu Jingzhuang raised his chest and raised his head in high spirits: “If he is willing to give me the second manuscript, I will help him to level the seventy-two brothels in the Zhongjing! This Liu Jingzhuang promises!”

　　The words are so important, and the sound is loud!

　　Song Tuizhi was shocked, and Haoran burst out with righteousness: “Mr. Liu, please stay away from my junior brother in the future!”

　　…

　　Sanxi Village.

　　Chen Luo lay in the bedroom, looking at the moon outside the window.

　　He has just experimented with the ability to nourish the Qi realm too many times, and now he was so tired that his arms can’t be lifted.

　　For some reason, living in this manor outside the city, listening to the gurgling sound of the stream, Chen Luo suddenly felt calm.

　　He felt he should miss someone.

　　Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown. isn’t it?

　　Grandmother from a previous life?

　　Or the Chinese teacher at Peking University that he had a crush on when he was teaching volunteering?

　　Thinking of this, Chen Luo couldn’t help laughing. It turned out that he still didn’t integrate into this world.

　　After all, from the moment he opened his eyes in the coffin, Chen Luo has been looking at the world as an outsider.

　　Whether it was killing the tiger demon or escaping from Lian Ai’s hands, including what happened to Fuyun House, and then going to the capital to issue a new newspaper, one by one, he felt that he should do it, so he did it. It was as if he received a list of tasks, and he just completed them mechanically one by one.

　　Something subconscious was telling him that he didn’t belong here.

　　Wouldn’t every traveler in the novel naturally accept his new identity, and then feel like a duck to water?

　　Last time he was in the Soul Shaking Tower, his soul and body became a perfect fit.

　　But what about his own heart?

　　Chen Luo’s thoughts suddenly began to diverge, he started to think about things uncontrollably. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

　　Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies. Is Zhuang Sheng actually Zhuang Sheng or is he a butterfly?

　　When his soul penetrated into this world, did he replace Chen Luo of this world, or Chen Luo of this world awakened the memory of his previous life?

　　Or maybe everything he’s experiencing right now is a dream.

　　There is no way to find out.

　　The books in the flower forest in my mind are real, but why did they choose themselves?

　　A boat can sail in the sea without drifting with the current because it has an anchor.

　　The kite soars in the sky, but does not drift with the wind, because it has a line.

　　There is always something involved in life in order to manifest his existence.

　　So in this world, what is his involvement?

　　Right, he inherited the Tao of a sage. The sage shouted that everyone was like a dragon in the time and space of the past.

　　Right, he opened up the fourth road to the sky in this world. Although it was only three thousand miles long, he knew that he could go on.

　　Right, he seems to have a master who is a semi-sage. He is currently enjoying a smooth sail, and no matter how he thinks about it, he knows that it is because of that person’s protection.

　　Right, he was also guarded by a genius guard who claimed that he would never lose him again.

　　Finally, a pretty face came to his mind.

　　Chen Xuan!

　　In fact, he has already had a lot of connections with this world, haven’t you?

　　Time to reintegrate into this world.

　　Chen Luo’s heart suddenly became clear, and a burst of sleepiness struck him, Chen Luo closed his eyes slightly…

　　…

　　”Young Master, Young Master!” Little Ji’s voice sounded in Chen Luo’s ear.

　　Chen Luo opened his eyes, he didn’t even enter the Dreamland Flower Forest, why was he called out?

　　No, why is it bright outside?

　　No, why are there so many people standing in his room?

　　Chen Luo glanced at him, Wei Yan was looking at him with a sad face, and the two heads of Zheliu Academy and Red Sleeve Academy were also concerned, and so on, the man with a dark face standing behind Wei Yan who is it?

　　”Master, you finally woke up!” Ji Zhong wiped his nose and tears and hugged Chen Luo tightly, “I thought you wouldn’t wake up…”

　　”Why? Didn’t I just sleep? What happened?”

　　”Little Senior Uncle, you’ve been sleeping for six days!” Wei Yan stepped forward and said, “My teacher said that you have fallen under a cognitive barrier. If you didn’t wake up soon, you would have become insane.”

　　”Six days? I feel like I’m yawning…” Chen Luo looked at everyone in disbelief, but the convulsions in his stomach convinced him.

　　”Cognitive barriers are like this, it is only a moment for oneself, but a thousand years for people outside. Often only the great Confucian will have the possibility of falling into cognitive barriers. Younger brother had six days of cognitive barrier. If you didn’t wake up soon, I would have written a letter to ask the teacher to come out of the bamboo forest. .”

　　The unfamiliar black-faced middle-aged man took a step forward, and while talking, he placed his hand on Chen Luo’s forehead. After a moment of probing, he nodded: “Spirit is fine!”

　　”You are…” Chen Luo asked.

　　Wei Yan hurriedly approached: “Little Senior Uncle, this is our benefactor. The Zhulin Seven Sages rank the fourth, a great Confucian in a positive state of mind, and also your fourth senior brother, Song Tuizhi…”

　　Chen Luo was startled and hurriedly stood up to salute, but was held down by Song Tuizhi: “If you’re not busy, you can rest well. By the way…”

　　Song Tuizhi took out a box from his arms and put it in Chen Luo’s hands.

　　”I know you’re looking for Barbarian Bone Pill. Your senior brother went around the Barbarian Plains and picked up ten! If you think it’s not enough, the senior brother said that if he goes shopping again, maybe he can still pick some up!”

　　The faces of the people in the room froze!

　　You said it’s already enough to pick up the raw materials, but you still were able to pick up a finished product that has been successfully refined?

　　No, it is impossible to pick up even raw materials!

　　Who are you fooling!

　　Your senior brother is known as the Great Confucian of Blood Slaughter!

　　Chen Luo’s heart warmed, and he understood that this was courtesy and affection, but it was not grace, so he nodded: “Thank you Fourth Senior Brother, and please thank Senior Senior Brother on my behalf!”

　　Later, Chen Luo looked at the two presidents again; “These two, who are you?”

　　Kong Tianfang glanced at Song Tuizhi and sneered: “That… Lord of Wan An, you slept for six days. Tomorrow, it’s time for an update…”