Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan really wanted to say: "Hey, it seems that you have nothing to do with it!" From the beginning to the end, he didn't use a little novelist's method.

But no matter what, this battle still boosted the momentum of the novelist who had been in decline for a long time. At least no one dared to laugh at Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist.

After Liu Chuanfeng was happy, he brought up the old story again: "Qingshan, thanks to the efforts of senior brother, now the Yunxu society you mentioned has basically been established, and the process of collecting trust power is indeed much faster. If this continues, there is great hope for me to build a foundation. All of this is your idea, you should hurry up and condense the Dayan Divine Talisman!"

Li Qingshan hesitated for a moment, touched his chin and pondered.

"That's right, Qingshan, I'm missing you!" A voice resounded outside the door, Sun Fubai drove the white crane, hovered and descended from the sky, and landed in the courtyard.

Li Qingshan glanced at him, and almost didn't recognize him, only to see that Sun Fubai was still the same Sun Fubai, but with much less white hair on his head, and his face was flushed, and he walked with wind. The idleness of the old man has faded away, and the enterprising spirit of the middle-aged is added.

"Brother, your cultivation level!" Liu Chuanfeng blurted out.

The original Sun Fubai, because of his talent, was at the eighth level of Qi refining, and at this age, the possibility of further progress has basically been cut off, but after not seeing him for more than half a year, Sun Fubai is already at the ninth level of Qi refining.

As soon as the cultivation base is advanced, the true energy will increase greatly, the eight meridians and meridians will all be unobstructed, and the person will look naturally young. However, the most fundamental is the impact of mentality. Instead of waiting in the bookstore for the fate to come, to build the foundation of the novelist and to reproduce the glory of the novelist. It is undoubtedly more refreshing.

Sun Fubai said with a smile: "During this time, I have not been idle, I wrote something casually."

In such a big cloud society, it is impossible to live on the novels of Liu Chuanfeng alone. As the behind-the-scenes boss of Yunxu Society, Sun Fubai naturally couldn't not use the "intermediary" he had established. These days, whenever he finished explaining things. When I have nothing to do, I write again.

He has read tens of thousands of volumes in his life, and has gone through the vicissitudes of life. Liu Chuanfeng's profound connotations cannot be compared. Following the path pointed out by Li Qingshan, he slightly changed the way of writing, and wrote some things that ordinary people like to hear and see. The effect is excellent. Now The popularity of "Cangbai Old Man". It is even higher than Liu Chuanfeng, the "Master of Fengyue".

Bring together a lot of power of faith. He had been stuck on the eighth level of Qi refining for many years, and with the help of this force, he crossed the threshold abruptly. Let the cultivation base go one step further.

Li Qingshan said: "Uncle Fu, why are you back?"

Sun Fubai said: "I heard that you are going to fight someone,

Just check back. It seems to have won. "

Now the only three remaining novelists are gathered together again, and they are overjoyed even when there are happy events.

Sun Fubai said: "I even brought something back for you."

"Oh, what is this?" Liu Chuanfeng took an ordinary big white cloth bag from Sun Fubai, except that it was tied with red silk. Nothing special, no aura manifested.

Li Qingshan also became curious. For practitioners, things that basically have no aura are not good things, but Sun Fubai's gift is a bit weird.

Liu Chuanfeng opened it and saw that it was full of paper letters.

In order to get timely feedback from the following, Sun Fubai asked Liu Chuanfeng to change his route, and asked the members of the Yunxu Club to ask the people below for their opinions after the storytelling performances in various places, and later evolved into many listeners. Even if they can't read, there is a special person to write the records, all of which are collected and handed over to Liu Chuanfeng.

Liu Chuanfeng quickly opened it to read, most of which were praises, and there were also many suggestions and expectations. He sat there, smirking and ignoring. He, the patriarch who has the least dignity and is often ridiculed and despised by others, found I got the long-lost respect and truly realized the beauty of writing novels.

This gift is indeed much more precious than any panacea or spirit stone.

Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan again: "Qingshan, you like to drink, I brought you good wines from all over the world. Although they are not as good as spiritual wines, they can help your practice, but each has its own taste."

There are dozens of famous wines and wines produced in the three thousand miles of Qinghe Mansion. The raw materials selected and the brewing techniques are all different. Sun Fubai selected the best aged wines from them and brought them back to Li Qingshan.

Among other things, this kind of intention alone is enough to move people. Sitting at home, you can taste fine wines from all over the world, which is even more enjoyable.

Li Qingshan accepted dozens of jugs of fine wine, and saluted: "Fu Bo, you have a heart."

Sun Fubai smiled and said: "This is all a trivial matter. Compared with your idea, it is nothing at all. Now, with your idea, the old man has planted the tree. If you refuse to enjoy the shade under it, you will fail my heart." gone."

Speaking of this step, who can refuse, Li Qingshan said: "I want to learn to condense the Dayan talisman, please Fu Bo teach me."

The power of faith is endlessly changing. Although in the hands of Liu Chuanfeng, the effect is very general, but he doesn't know how to fight. For example, the trick of summoning the iron chain out of thin air, even if it can't trap the enemy, just disturb the enemy's mind at a critical moment. They all have the effect of reversing the victory and defeat, and it is even easier to deal with Chu Tian's single-minded idiot.

If he goes one step further, the power of faith condensed is strong enough to bind the enemy for even a second, which is enough for him to take countless shots.

Sun Fubai smiled, the novelist has a legacy.

Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to all this, and just smirked at the letters, watching them lying down, lying down, and squatting down.

Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan smiled at each other.

...

A piece of sea, blue waves, surging endlessly, countless rivers flow into it, the sea water transpires, turns into clouds, and fills up the rivers.

At this time, suddenly there was a mysterious force that smoothed all the ripples on the sea. A blue ancient clumsy rune rose from this calm sea. Countless water dragons rose and gathered on it, and the ancient clumsy rune became become clearer and stronger. It exudes restrained light, and finally floats in the sea.

Only then did the sea water recover its waves, vaguely. It looked like a spirit turtle, swimming past with its tail trailing.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, and in the depths of his pupils, a talisman seemed to flash. The process of condensing the Dayan Divine Talisman was much simpler than he expected at the beginning, probably because of his pure qi, it took less than three days. It's done.

It's just the way of talismans, which is different from ordinary practice. Condensing talismans is just an introduction.

Sun Fubai had already returned to Fucheng to deal with the affairs of the Yunxu Society, and Li Qingshan gave him a few more suggestions, so he hurried back to make the Yunxu Society stronger.

And after Liu Chuanfeng read the letter papers, he left the School of Classics and wanted to imitate the ancient novelists and go out to collect stories.

So the huge Yunxu Island. Only Li Qingshan, the chief disciple, remained. But before he left, he left one thing for Li Qingshan - an exquisite desk.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been set up.

The white paper stretched out, under the light of snow outside the window. It looks whiter and whiter, and there are a row of wolf hairs of different sizes and styles on the pen holder, even for a rough man like Li Qingshan. I can't help but have an idea to write something.

A few days later, Liu Chuan came back from Fengcaifeng. He said he was collecting folklore, but in fact he went to the branches of Yunxu Club in various places. Driving a white crane, I have gone to many places in seven or eight days.

thought. I don't know what's going on with Li Qingshan, hehe, writing novels is not that easy, he must have written some rubbish novels, wait for me to teach him a lesson and rebuild the majesty of the head of my family.

When Liu Chuanfeng came to the bamboo pavilion, he saw Li Qingshan was sitting at the table with a pen in his hand, Xiao An was lying on the floor, reading a Buddhist scripture commentary, when he saw Liu Chuanfeng, he glanced at him and didn't speak.

Li Qingshan didn't even turn his head, Liu Chuanfeng thought: "It's quite serious." Walking over to take a look, the white paper was blank, except for a black ink dot dripping from the tip of the nose.

"Is it finished?" Liu Chuanfeng asked.

Li Qingshan turned his head slowly: "What is written?"

"Fiction!" Liu Chuanfeng said as a matter of course, but he saw that bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, his hair was a little messy, and Li Qingshan, who was always high-spirited, appeared a little depressed.

"Hee hee!" Xiao An laughed out loud, and was immediately glared at by Li Qingshan, stuck out his tongue, and made a grimace.

Li Qingshan finally understood what it means to hold back six words in three days.

He started to think about writing it himself, but this idea was quickly dispelled, and although the memory of his previous life was largely forgotten, he still remembered some classic stories.

But when he tried to transform these memories into words and write them down, he immediately felt that he was not the material for this job.

He barely wrote some, but the writing was so clumsy that he couldn't read it himself, and suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory were so boring.

He tried drinking tea to meditate, and drinking to cheer him up, but it didn't work at all, and he couldn't write at all. He even began to admire Liu Chuanfeng a little bit, regardless of the good or the bad, at least he could cobble together a book.

Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to suppress his smile, but the smile still overflowed from every smile line, and they all said, "Ha, you have a day too, boy."

He said "sincerely and earnestly", "I just said it's not that simple, everything is difficult at the beginning, come, let the famous novelist Master Fengyue teach you how to write."

Hey, Li Qingshan dropped his pen, and got up suddenly: "I won't write, what's so fun about writing a novel, it's a waste of time, I'll go exercise my muscles and bones." Taking Xiaoan with him, he walked out the door, flew away through the clouds, and disappeared into the pre-dawn In the darkness, his scolding voice came from afar: "Don't laugh!"

Liu Chuanfeng was dumbfounded, sighed and shook his head. It seems that it is really not easy for novelists to pass on!

In the evening, when Liu Chuanfeng was writing at his desk, Li Qingshan pushed the door open, with bruises on his face, but a confident smile: "I want to write a novel!"

ps: A lot of data in the past two days has reached the highest level in history. The numbers are false, but the support is real. I am about to giggle like Liu Chuanfeng, thank you. Many plots in the back have been straightened out a lot. When I am in a good mood, I may explode. Although I am slow and slow, I have enough time. I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. This may be unfortunate for ordinary people. For novelists, it is really great luck. Today is probably hopeless. Let me prepare, probably for a day or two! Continue to ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket, ask for subscription support, I want to write a novel too!