"Is this... your new book spirit?" Song Tuizhi looked at Bai Xiaosheng who looked very stinky and fucked for a moment, "It was he who made your "Red Dust Martial Arts List"?"

"That's right!" Chen Luo nodded. Since he was going to publish the "Red Dust Martial Arts List", he certainly wanted to report to the Fourth Senior Brother. Moreover, he also found that the Fourth Senior Brother was actually his own book fan, so that's easy to say.

"Fourth Senior Brother, this is this book!" As he said that, he presented the prepared "The Swordsman of the Passionate Sword" and "After "The Swordsman", I plan to serialize this novel."

"Hmm?" Song Tuizhi's eyes lit up, but he immediately pretended to be serious and serious again. "Well, let me keep it here for custody, so that those old Buxi would always think about breaking the rules you have serialized."

"That's true." Chen Luo laughed in his heart, handed the novel to Song Tuizhi, preparing to leave, and suddenly asked again: "Fourth Senior Brother, have you sensed something before?"

Song Tuiyi was stunned, hesitated for a while, and said, "It seems that there is something, but I noticed it carefully but there is nothing. What's wrong?"

Chen Luo looked at Song Tuizhi's appearance and knew that Bai Xiaosheng was right. The fourth senior brother did not sense his investigation and waved his hand: "It's nothing, just ask casually, I'll go and make up for it first!" Then he walked out of the house.

"Well, the Fourth Senior Brother said that Wen Xiang's cultivation is comparable to his, so he probably didn't notice it!"

Seeing Chen Luo's back disappear from the room, Song Tuizhi quickly concentrated his energy and tried to sense the surroundings. After a while, he also said with confusion: "Nothing is strange? Why did the younger brother ask that?"

"But my answer should be very appropriate..."

Thinking of this, Song Tuizhi nodded and couldn't wait to open the manuscript of "The Relentless Swordsman"...

...

"Red Dust Martial Arts List?" All those who got the latest issue of "Da Xuanmin Daily" looked at the list located on the homepage of the first page and showed doubts.

"How much is the world? Good, why did a Yuezhou native run to us Zhongjing people?"

"More than that, you see, there are no Zhongjing in the top ten! The one at the forefront is Mr. Nan, who is only ranked 19th!"

"This...this...this..."

"Hmph, we didn't know that reading Wan'anbo's book would produce the worldly aura, so even if we bought a newspaper, we could only satisfy our cravings, and we were willing to go to the restaurant to hear the storyteller's decomposition. In this way, we naturally had less understanding."

"Those outsiders do not have the career of storytellers, so they can only read it themselves. Isn't this a little taller than us?"

"Brothers are right, is it because Mr. Shu who said so? Is it because we are the ones who are in the capital of Zhongjing?"

"That's wrong." An old gentleman who had been listening to the conversation at this time said, "Mr. Shuowen, breaking down the plot can allow you to better understand the events and feelings in the book, but you never review them."

"That's right!" Another tea guest also interrupted, "Speaking of Mr. Wen, it's like a child who has gained enlightenment in his study. This should be the advantage of my Zhongjing, but it was just wasted..."

These two people said that the person who was talking to him blushed, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings. We must carefully comprehend the Book of Wan'anbo, so we will definitely not let our Zhongjing fall behind."

"That's right, it's right. Waiter, I'll pay for these two people!"

...

"Dad, I don't want to read Confucianism anymore." A young man in his sixteens and seventeen knelt in front of his father. In front of him, the latest issue of the "Red World Martial Arts List" was placed.

On the "Red Dust Martial Arts List", there was a name that was carefully circled with a brush.

No. 78, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

Looking at the boy kneeling in front of him, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair frowned: "You are more than the one named Song Qixing in Zhongjing City. How do you know that these 78 people are you?"

"The child just got a reward of a wisp of red dust out of thin air. This list shows that the 51st to 80th place can get three dams of red dust air every day. Who is it if it is not a child?"

Song Qixing's father hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm not allowed for my father!"

"Why?" Song Qixing asked, "I started studying Confucianism since I was nine years old. You are the master of Kaihua who has crossed two mountains and seas. My grandfather is a great Confucian scholar in Wenchang Pavilion. You taught me day and night and found countless treasures of righteousness for me, but I have only finished writing. I am so proud and honest that I can't even pass the eight major academies. Why do you still want me to study Confucianism?"

Song's father also felt soft when he looked at his only son with tears in front of him. He knew that both his father and himself had brought great pressure to the child.

Most of those old friends who have contact with their families, from children as old as him, have reached the poetic realm, or are only a thread away from the poetic realm. Song Qixing has a weak righteous spirit, and even if there are poems that are obtained by a wonderful hand, the righteous spirit cannot support it.

In fact, he and his great Confucian father understood that although this child had awakened his talent for reading through the whole, he was not a material for reading Confucianism.

But at this moment, he could not give in.

"Xing'er, you heard from my father."

"If you read Confucianism, your grandfather and I have already discussed it, and we will definitely ensure that you can enter the realm of poetry before the age of thirty."

"For your father and your grandfather, I have accumulated some credits over the years. When you reach the realm of poetry, we can exchange these credits and get an opportunity to advance to the Master before you are 60 years old."

"Although it's not 100%, it's also possible."

"So you don't have to worry, just read Confucianism with peace of mind."

"Wan Anbo admires his father, and even your grandfather praises him. But, what is martial arts? No one can tell."

"Don't say you only have the 78th place. Even Ren Ji, the first place, has the future, who can tell you exactly?"

"Even Wan'anbo himself, now everyone respects his literary talent and his teacher, but look at how many people respect his cultivation? Or combat power?"

"Those who do not have the talent to read will walk on the path of martial arts because that is their only choice. But how can you give up if you can walk on the path of Confucianism and Taoism?"

"The great scholar asked about the Star-absorbing Method in private, and Wan'anbo said it clearly, it was difficult to learn!"

"Look at this third place Ji Zhong, who is Wan'anbo's guard. He was seventeen years old, Cheng Shijing, has he given up on Confucianism and Taoism?"

Song Qixing looked at his father, clenched his fists with his hands, and tears streamed in his eyes: "You don't understand the child at all!"

"I know that in order to let me practice, my grandfather almost threw all the money he received from his scriptures on me."

"It has delayed your advancement to the preaching realm of Dad."

"Your contributions can help grandpa nurture a great scholar-in-law treasure."

"I don't want to drag you down!"

"Sometimes I think, I would rather not awaken any talent for reading through!"

"I don't like you sacrificing yourself and making arrangements for me for the path I don't want to go!"

"I like Wan'anbo's novels, and I like the stories in it. I think I'm suitable for that road."

"Just think I am an ordinary person, I want to go to martial arts! I want to be a martial arts man!"

"No matter what the road is like 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 suddenly slapped the table: "You... You are unruly... I said you don't allow it, but you don't. From today on, other "Da Xuanmin Daily" will appear in the family!"

"Dad!" Song Qixing stood up, "Why do you want to do this? Is it because of the plaque of our family's scholarly family?"

"Bang!" A heavy slap on Song Qixing's face, and even Song's father himself was shocked.

Since his beloved wife died, he has never been willing to touch Song Qixing with great force.

Song Qixing covered his face, knelt down suddenly, kowtowed to Song's father, turned around and ran out!

Song's father looked at Song Qixing's back as he ran out of the house, and his heart was sore and painful. The master of Kaihua Realm actually had unstable combat power and almost fell down.

He held the corner of the table and his eyes fell on the "Da Xuanming Pao" on the ground, the name framed by the black circle.

No. 78, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

...

"Your Majesty, what is the effect of martial arts? It is unknown yet. I think it is enough for the people to practice spontaneously, and the court should not intervene."

"Your Majesty, I have different opinions. It is better to have practice than not. In the past, we could only kill a barbarian soldier with fifty ordinary people. If we practice martial arts, even if forty-nine people can be killed, it will be profitable!"

"Absurd, we can still make a turn for the spontaneous practice of the people in front of the demon clan. If the court intervenes and triggers unnecessary suspicion from the demon clan, can you bear this responsibility?"

"If the demon clan fears power but does not have virtue, it may be a solution to make them afraid."

"If you make him afraid, you need to be afraid!"

"Why do you say that this martial arts can become a reality of fear?"

"Cough cough cough..." Ye Heng coughed twice, interrupting the officials' argument, looking at Wen Xiang and Zheng Xiang, and asked, "Two dear friends, what do you think?"

Zhengxiong took the lead in speaking: "It takes three days to burn jade to finish, and it takes seven years to identify the materials. I think Lord Lu has a right saying, that is, it is better to have practice than not."

"The tens of millions of people and millions of ordinary soldiers in the northern border of our country, even if they only increase their strength, can offset the invasion caused by some barbarians."

"However, if the court invests a lot of manpower and material resources to promote martial arts, the loss will be secondary. However, if it attracts fear from the demon clan and changes the policy of the Holy King Hall, and harasses our southern region, but the north does not have the expected improvement, it will be more than worth the loss."

"After all, you have to know how powerful martial arts can be! Is the court worth taking this risk!"

"Ruoqiang, as Lord Tong said, even if we are temporarily invaded by them, we can get back all the money and benefits in three or five years. They will naturally consider the pros and cons. I believe that with the ability of the Ministry of Rites, they can suppress them."

"If it is weak, there is no need to spend a lot of effort, which will increase the north and lose the south!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Wenxiang again: "Wenxiang, what do you think?"

Yan Baichuan chuckled: "After all, you just want to know what martial arts is? Everyone is like a dragon. Is this dragon from the Sea of ​​Stars, or the dragon from Taixuan Pool, or the ornamental dragon in His Majesty's back garden!"

When the civil and military officials in the court heard Yan Baichuan’s statement, they all laughed.

"This matter makes sense, and who can judge something that has not happened? I think you can tell by summoning Chen Luo to court!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Hou An: "Summon Chen Luo."

...

Chen Luo shook his head and sat up from the bed.

I wanted to make up for a while, but my mind kept going, and every few minutes a piece of information emerged.

"Good guy!
To be continued...