v2 Chapter 117： Red Dust Martial List

The night is cold as water.

Ren Ji cleaned the horses, poured clean water into the manger, and spread fodder, so that the day's work was over.

He stretched out, looked up at the moon in the sky, and suddenly seemed to see the round face on the boat.

Ren Ji shook his head, threw the thoughts out of his mind, leaned on Ma Peng's railing, and took out a strange musical instrument from his arms.

The instrument, which was fired from crude clay, is now played as smooth as jade. It's shaped like a kettle, with an opening at one end and six small holes on the front, just enough to cover it with your fingers.

This is called Xun, and it was her mother's best musical instrument during her lifetime. When he was six years old, he bought it from his mother's former bustard with the wages of cleaning the boat deck for a month and took it with him all the time.

He consulted all the musicians on Zuixinghe and learned the skill of blowing xun.

At this moment, he brought Xun to his lips, and a bleak melody sounded in the night.

Xun sound long.

The owner of the caravan in the guest room, Lao Huang, finished calculating today's accounts, and opened the window when he heard the sound.

He saw the young man who was begging to join his caravan on the way, intoxicated by the sound of xun, with a smile on his face.

This young man stopped his caravan outside Lanling City, begging to go all the way, he can do anything, as long as he has food and lodging. Seeing his sincerity, Lao Huang nodded and agreed.

Lao Huang's business is mainly to do some special product transactions between Lanling City near the sea in Yuezhou and Huangteng City in the middle. The business is not big, but it is also a bit of a family business. In the early years, he couldn't afford a guard, and his son was robbed by the bandits when he was delivering the goods. The son chased after the bandits, but he lost his life, leaving only one granddaughter for him to take care of.

The young man named Aji below has been in contact with him in the past two days. He is down-to-earth and hard-working. He is also kind-hearted. With the eyesight of Lao Huang who has traveled far and wide for many years, he believes that this is a good boy.

"Anyway, there are still ten days to go to Huangteng City, so let's learn more about it. If it's good, you can recruit a grandson-in-law, and it's good to take on my family business."

Lao Huang thought to himself and silently closed the window.

...

"Ren Ji?" Chen Luo looked at the list in his hand, and the geographical location of Yuezhou appeared in his mind.

Darling, that's in the Eastern Realm of Great Xuan, and out of Yuezhou is Xingchenhai

It is tens of thousands of miles away from Zhongjing.

This Xiaoji stays by his side every day, holding all the original manuscripts, and even if he sees the whole book, he doesn't need to wait for updates. Occasionally he will explain the plot to him, even tens of thousands of miles away, he reads the newspaper every day. No one can compare!

Shame!

"Su Qianqian, the name should be a girl." Although they are all two hundred and twenty-seven, they must be a little more than Xiao Ji in the second place.

Even a little girl can't compare, shame!

What? Is Xiao Ji a Confucian genius? Oh, that's fine.

Chen Luo looked at the entire list from beginning to end, and found that the ninety-ninth and one-hundredth place were both Jiujiuchen, but the name was a bit dazzling.

Ninety-ninth place: Yan Baichuan.

100th place: Song Tuizhi.

"Pfft..." The tea in Chen Luo's mouth spurted out, "What's going on?"

The fourth senior brother clearly told himself that after entering the realm of Confucianism, he will not be confused by external things. It is easy for them to sense the red dust in their novels, but because they have already walked out of their own way on the Confucian Sect to Heaven, it is difficult for them to substitute their emotions and experience the world in the book.

Chen Luo understands this very well. After all, whether it is Jin Gu Liang Wen or the Four Great Classics, the definition is popular literature, which is for the general public. Great Confucians were all academician-level figures in their previous lives. If you like it, you can, but you don't need to study nature.

To put it another way, it's as if the children will be sad for a long time when they see Tiejia Xiaobao's failure, and the adult men who have gone through the vicissitudes of life will only smile at the female traffic policeman.

but……

Chen Luo looked at the list, and they were all ranked in the top 100 of the entire Daxuan. Do you still say that it is difficult to substitute?

Is there any reason?

Chen Luo thought for a while, and asked Bai Xiaosheng, "Old Bai, can those great Confucians not be put in? At most, it's like a Confucian student!"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded: "No problem!"

After saying that, Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand towards the list, and suddenly some of the rankings on the list changed, but not much, but the names of Yan Baichuan and Song Tuizhi were topped by the other two names.

Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, you just checked the red dust of those great scholars, will they notice it?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head: "The old man didn't take the initiative to investigate, but sensed the feedback of martial arts. There is red dust in their bodies, and naturally there is information reflected in the martial arts."

good guy! Isn't this just a bunch of sub-protocols before opening the APP and closing your eyes?

This stuff, if you use it yourself, is really fragrant!

"However, the old man can also sense that some traces have been erased. It should be that an expert discovered the existence of this feedback and took the initiative to disperse the red dust or make a barrier. Those two must have a close relationship with the Lord, so they did not cover up."

Chen Luo nodded, it was only reasonable to say so. Otherwise, if you can spy on the Great Confucian at will, wouldn't that be against the sky... No, you may be beaten to death first!

"Okay." Chen Luo nodded, "The dust list is too ugly. Since it's a list that counts the amount of red dust, let's call it the Duo list."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Lord, please be serious."

Chen Luo smiled embarrassedly: "If you cultivate the red dust, even if you enter the martial arts, it will be called the red dust martial arts list."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

In addition, erase the amount of red dust behind it, so that only I can see it. "

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

...

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was working hard to copy books, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wan'anbo Mansion.

"Strange, why did you feel like being watched by someone just now?" Yan Baichuan wondered, "Could it be related to the red dust in my body?"

"I don't know if the fourth man has noticed it? Forget it, that reckless man is still in a good mood, so he definitely won't notice it!"

"It is estimated that Chen Luo has made something strange again."

"Forget it, forget it, there are still 8,000 copies of "Swordsman" to copy, forget it for now!"

"However, that kid probably didn't realize that I was his book fan!"

"Never admit it!"

...

Zhili, Qingyu Lane.

The flames were raging.

The Su family just bought it, and the burning rocks that were going to be sent to the kiln tomorrow were almost all ignited in an instant, and the huge Su residence was like a sea of ​​fire.

Several men in black escaped from the mansion.

"Damn, who doesn't have eyes and lit the Fire Rock?"

"Big brother, I don't know. We are all waiting outside the door. By the way, big brother, how does the maid feel?"

The leading man licked his lips: "Fine-skinned and tender, much better than those in the brothel. It's a pity that I didn't catch Miss Su Mansion, otherwise I would be in a good mood."

"Brother, we haven't moved the warehouse yet, what should we do now?"

The boss turned his head and glanced at the fire in the Su Mansion: "Hmph, ask that Mr. Ge for money! If he doesn't give it, I will expose it and everyone will die together!"

"Yes, let's die together!"

"Let's go, someone who will put out the fire will be here soon!"

Several men in black nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared at the entrance of Su Mansion, it was Su Qianqian.

In Su Qianqian's hand, she was holding a crushed Taoist talisman.

This is a gift from a real person to the Su family.

At a critical moment, my brother went to block those men in black, and my father stuffed this talisman to himself!

The maid Cui'er changed into her own clothes and sat in the boudoir.

Looking at the blazing Su Mansion, Su Qianqian felt colic in her heart and burst into tears.

Terry, it's gone.

Brother, it's gone.

Daddy, it's gone.

Su Qianqian heard what the man in black just said.

"Ge Yunqing!"

"And those beasts!"

"I Su Qianqian, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Su Qianqian almost bit her lip bleeding...

...

"Huh... it's finally over!"

Fourth watch, St. Page Square. All the students could hardly raise their hands.

Kong Tianfang and several of the head of the academy didn't show any gestures. They leaned on the seats one by one, looking at the mountains of manuscripts in front of them, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's all working hard!" Kong Tianfang sighed, "Within three days, this old man will never touch a pen again!"

Another head of the hospital waved his hand: "Not to mention three days, this old man will never write a word within seven days!"

"Do you know what this old man is thinking now?" said the third great scholar, "Why did you practice calligraphy so hard back then!"

"Wait, become Wan Anbo's character slave!"

As soon as these words came out, several academic leaders looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Okay, Tianyi, those students who did not participate in the transcription are responsible for sending the manuscript of "Swordsman", is this all arranged properly?"

Tian Haiyi nodded: "It's all right. But I think this "Swordsman" is coming to an end. It should be over soon."

The female scholar of the Red Sleeve Academy nodded: "Die Fei said that there are still three chapters! But the story after "Xiaoao", Wan Anbo also has a belly draft!"

Kong Tianfang nodded with a smile: "I don't know what kind of strange writing it will be! What martial arts are hidden in it! Well, today, this old man is the host, how about we go to Beifenglou to wake up early?"

"Excellent, I haven't been to the North Wind Tower yet!"

"Yeah, that Huazui Nansheng took the salary of my academy, but he didn't give lectures in the academy. He still went to Beifenglou to tell stories every day. It's hateful!"

"Then are you going to fire him?"

"dream!"

The great Confucians burst into laughter again.

Suddenly, Cheng Difei came in: "Heads of the academy!"

The female scholar of the Red Sleeve Academy frowned: "Die Fei, why don't you know the rules? This is the courtyard of the head of the academy, why are you so reckless?"

Cheng Diefei quickly saluted and apologized: "Diefei's fault, I will apologize later. It's just that Wan Anbo has an expedited manuscript here, saying that it must be published in today's "Da Xuan Min Daily"!"

Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "But how many times after "Swordsman"? Wait for the supplement to be sent tomorrow? The old man and all the students can't afford to write!"

"No, Wan Anbott explained that it is inconvenient to publish this manuscript in the supplement, so it can only be placed in the "Da Xuan Min Daily"!" Said, Cheng Diefei handed over a few thin pages.

Kong Tianfang took a look at the thickness of the paper, and took over his doubts, his eyes instantly widened.

""Red Dust Martial List"?"

"This list is a list of the amount of red dust in the body of people who have cultivated red dust. It is changed every month."

"Anyone who enters this list will get the top spot..."

"Second list can be obtained..."

"You can get three on the list..."

...

Kong Tianfang read the introduction of "Red Dust Martial List" at a glance, and turned to the next page.

"First place: Yuezhou, Ren Ji."

"Second place, Zhili, Su Qianqian."

"The third place, Mangzhou, Ji Zhong."

...

Kong Tianfang sucked in a breath of cold air, handed the manuscript in his hand to several other presidents, and sighed, "This Wan Anbo announced the martial arts yesterday, and the rankings are here today, one after another."

"He really doesn't treat me like a man!"

Cheng Diefei ignored Kong Tianfang's sigh, and asked anxiously, "Head of the Confucius Institute, can I add it today? I have to go back and restore my uncle!"

Kong Tianfang glanced at the head of the House of Representatives and smiled bitterly: "Go on!"

The head of the House of Representatives nodded: "As soon as this list comes out, how many people will jump to the dragon gate!"

"As long as Wan Anbo can continue the martial arts, they will be the first to follow!"

"That's it, don't let anyone get in the way."

"The students are all tired. It's just a few pages of paper. I'll do it for you."

"The old man makes an exception to write again."

"Same mention! Same mention!"

Suddenly there was another burst of laughter in the room.

...

After a busy night, Zhongjing finally ushered in the morning.

Every sales point in the streets and alleys is full of people They have been queuing since last night.

Haven't read through talent before, that's not much to say.

Today, there is a novel that everyone can read, so how can you miss it?

Confucian scholars everywhere are promoting it. In order to allow everyone in the capital to read novels, all the Confucian scholars, masters, and great Confucians who "written a thousand words" last night worked hard to write and stayed up all night.

Such a scene will not happen again, and they are all anxiously waiting for the sale of the manuscript!

Soon, the "Daxuan Minbao" escorted by Confucius Jing and its previous supplements appeared in people's field of vision. Although they were anxious, the people patiently waited for the students to arrange everything.

Until I heard a voice: "Sell!"

Immediately the team rushed up.

Just before I got my hands on it, I saw the eye-catching front page of the Daxuanmin newspaper——

"Red Dust Martial List"!