Legend of the Great Saint

Liu Chuanfeng also started the case, “Kid, I think you are a talented person, just let you score three points. Don't put your nose on your face. You insult me, but you can't insult the novel. ”

“I insult you. Your novel is garbage, garbage!” Li Qingshan shook his fist and scolded.

“You... you...” Liu Chuan Fengzhi refers to Li Qingshan. Anger cannot be deterred.

The winds and clouds swept over the sky, and the sun stopped shining in the house. There was some darkness in the bamboo tower.

Li Qingshan felt a strange qi, rising in Liu Chuan wind, from the oppression of the gas refiner on the 10th floor, it only began to show up now.

Come on, let me see what a novelist can do.

“Li Qingshan, you will be chained up and torn apart by a hundred beasts. Now it is too late to regret to admit your mistakes.” Liu Chuanfeng released it so violently that the ink grew stronger.

Li Qingshan said: "You, little, say, yes, garbage, garbage! ”

“Traitor!” Liu Chuanfeng broke out of anger and held a brush in his hand, waving hard.

Wow, the long chain flew up and wrapped around Li Qingshan. Clicking, a pair of wooden shackles fastened Li Qingshan's neck.

“Hundreds of beasts!” Liu Chuan Fengdao.

Tiger, Bear, Lion, Wolf, Snake...

All kinds of fierce beasts, came out courageously, made a horror howl, and jumped at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan frowned, but was not afraid, but disappointed.

He shook himself, spread his arms, broke the iron lock, grabbed the shackles, and broke them at will.

At this time, the beast pounced in front of him, his heart moved, a clear voice cried out, the sword of Qingxi sword rose and swept away. It turned into a green light, and only then did he turn around the room, and the hundred beasts died.

Shackles are nothing more than ordinary shackles. Hundreds of beasts are nothing less than ordinary beasts, used against ordinary people, against gas refiners, or his kind of warriors through hundreds of wars. It is simply a dream.

Is he just standing here, letting these beasts bite, and can they break his protective qi and bite his skin?

A finger like a sword, a finger like Liu Chuanfeng, “Not enough!” Qingxi sword blinked and forced Liu Chuanfeng in front of his eyes.

Liu Chuanfeng busily said: "Bigfoot monk, come out! ”

In the heart of Li Qingshan, because he had read the name in the book given to him by Sun Fubai, he was a highly divine figure. According to the book, he could never win.

Can you summon the characters in the book, the novelist understands, finally to show real strength?

A fat monk with an open chest appeared in the sky, most prominently a pair of big feet below. One foot kicked the sword of Qingxi, then one foot to the chest of Li Qingshan.

The great power, the destruction of crackstones, is far from comparable to the talented Hundred Beasts.

Li Qingshan was trying to avoid Qifeng temporarily, suddenly his foot stagnated, sometime, the floor had become muddy, this little muddy swamp, naturally could not hold him, stirred up his war, OK, I came to try your strength, flattened his heart, punched out, hit the foot of the monk in the big foot.

The result was unexpected, only a loud bang was heard, and Bigfoot monks flew back faster than ever before and disappeared in the air.

Liu Chuanfeng felt the back neck cool, Qingxi sword flew and stabbed, busy transporting Zhenqi body.

However, Li Qingshan's voice struck the west. He was bursting with killing gas and stepped in front of Liu Chuanfeng. His palm was as good as a knife. He broke his guardian's true temper.

Liu Chuanfeng shouted: "Good man, forgive me!” I saw the palm knife stop steadily in front of him.

Li Qingshan closed his hand, recalled the sword of Qingxi, put down the kicked short table again, sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured Liu Chuanfeng another cup.

The sky was cloudy, the sun was shining, and the tea was misty and peaceful.

Liu Chuanfeng stunned. He also came to the short table and sat down with his legs. "You...”

Li Qingshan reached out one hand. Although the world had no manners to shake hands, Liu Chuanfeng awoke for a while before realizing and holding his hand.

Li Qingshan shook his hand, "We'll get along well in the future. It's just the two of us on this island, and I don't think anyone will come in the future. ”

Just now, if Liu Chuanfeng did not use the power of a novelist, but only as a 10-story gas refiner, to carry out some normal spells.

If Li Qingshan does not use the Book of Grass Swords, it will be difficult to win. Even with powerful refining bodies, it will be difficult to bridge the gap between several layers of gas refining, even if the opponent has no will to fight.

He wanted to see the power of the novelist, while Liu Chuanfeng wanted to show the power of the novelist, but he was very disappointed. No, it directly erased Li Qingshan's last hope. At this time, he could see it and no longer have any anger.

Anyway, he doesn't lack to practice law and order now. The Decadent Condensation Resolutions are enough to support the foundation-building realm. At that time, he's not afraid to find better ways.

The most important thing is to learn techniques such as alchemy, refinery and formation, which can be studied in any one of them, and the identity of the chief disciple can provide a lot of convenience, one of which is to have free access to the hundred scriptures without the permission of anyone.

In other families, it is not as easy to compete as in a novelist in order to compete for such an identity. Not being valued, not paying attention, not necessarily something bad, just practicing quietly.

Liu Chuanfeng sat in front of Li Qingshan. He was so cautious. This time, the novelist really received a great disciple. He could not dare to disturb Li Qingshan's meditation. After a while, he appealed to Li Qingshan and asked: “When did we start studying? My novelist's means, you just saw them, but they are infinite...”

Li Qingshan listened quietly, without interrupting, the novelist's abilities are very special, can be faked into reality, nothing is born, to turn fantasy into reality.

It is said that the origins of the novelist were that an ancient monk, traveling to a place, heard that a local ghost specializing in the anger of children, seized by them, would shrink and die, frightening the hearts and minds of the whole city and changing the colour of the conversation.

But the monsters had never heard of the existence of such monsters, and after careful scrutiny they found that it was not a monster mess, but a strange disease, because all the well water in the city was contaminated by a special spiritual stone vein beneath the ground, and children were poorly organized and irresistible, but adults were unimpeded.

He used his powers to purify the water, cure the child, and everything was resolved. And then, just as he was about to leave, he saw the monster with his own eyes, just like the legend.

The ghost, which doesn't exist, actually appears in this world because people believe it exists, and powerful beliefs come together as a force. But that's not enough, and some kind of opportunity is needed.

He discovered the underground spiritual stone vein that polluted the water source, forming a wonderful loop, similar to some sort of grammatical array, that provided the opportunity. He began to wonder, could his magic offer that kind of opportunity?

A brand-new practice was opened, initially only documenting folk street talk alleyways, strange legends, turning them into story rumors, passed down through the mouth. After generations of inherited innovations, especially by the Mu family, which produced printed books, today's novelists are finally formed.

Lying a thousand times is true, making a legend out of ink, making oneself an opportunity, resurrecting illusions in their hands, can be all-encompassing and ompassing. If it's funny, there's probably no one like a novelist.

However, Li Qingshan has already seen the actual effect of the war, but it's also just interesting. Interesting is that he can't win the enemy. To write a novel that makes people believe that it's true, tears for the characters in the book to laugh, it's probably much more difficult than to govern a city. Anyway, practitioners don't lack money. Just invite a few master who knows the ruling, and then throw down millions of taels of silver, so that local governance can flourish.

Although Li Qingshan has read many good novels in his previous life, he doesn't mind being a copywriter, but more than a decade later, he has long forgotten about the country of Java. By contrast, let's honestly repair his "Decadence and Condensation"!

Faced with Liu Chuanfeng's long-awaited eyes, Li Qingshan shook his head and refused: “Thank you, no need. Where is my room? ”

Liu Chuanfeng was disappointed. "It's very big here, just stay. ”

Li Qingshan bowed slightly and walked out. He circled around the courtyard and found that this place was not as large as the Taoist Taoist Palace, but it was also quite small.

The overhead bamboo and wooden buildings form a corridor curve, tread on the ground, will send an empty crisp echo, spring breeze, bamboo forest sway, bring silk cool.

As the footsteps, the water waves gradually swept beneath the bamboo building, the water waves deepened, came to the backyard, separated the bamboo door, a small green lake, reflecting the blue sky green bamboo, the scenery was amazing.

A bamboo rocking chair, quietly lying down the corridor, Li Qingshan lay on top, squeaking, shaking gently, seemed to pass the float and wash away the dust.

He lay down for a little while, stood up and smiled, finally having a place to rest. Here, you don't have to worry about being murdered, you don't have to think about killing, you can practice slowly.

Now it's time to go see Ann.

Coming to the front hall, Liu Chuanfeng had gone somewhere. A set of green shirts was neatly stacked and placed in front of the door, with a cloud pencil resting on it.

Li Qingshan changed his clothes, picked up his pen, carried his waist card, Tengyun drove the fog, and flew to Buddha's “Island Without Leaks”.

All called the Three Leaks Island, it is a Buddhist term, three disciplines: Ring, Ding, and Hui. There is a cloud in the Buddha scripture, "Mindfulness is a precept, because of the precepts, because of the dictative wisdom, it is called the Three Uninterrupted Schools.” Also known as Sanno Island, or Minghui Island.

Coming over the island, far away, Fotalin Li, Bao Xiang solemn, hidden Buddhist chant voice, its size is no longer under the homeless island, Xiao An is in it.

……

Liu Yunfang, in the bookstore, Liu Chuanfeng entered the door and went to the ground.

Sun Fu Bo's heart sinks: “Brother, what are you doing? Is it... the novelist has been abandoned? ”

Hundreds of households in hundreds of sutras are not fixed, and there will be some difference in each province. Except for the ten houses in the ninth class, which are permanent, musicians and other small households, in many places there is none.

Hundreds of families are also the same victories and disadvantages. The novelists have no disciples for many years. The owners have long jointly written to the hundreds of scriptures in Ruyi County to erase the stains of this hundred families in Qinghe Fu.

If the novelist was not one of the top ten families of Saint Joe's Emperor Chindin, it would have been so promised. Even so, an ultimatum was issued. If Liu Chuanfeng is the owner of the family, he can no longer become a foundational monk, or if he receives a disciple, he will abandon the novelist in Qinghe Prefecture and retrieve Yunfeng Island for use by others.

Sun Fubai is a novelist of origin. He can't stand to see this happening. There is nothing he can do. If he sees a slightly talented gas refiner, he should try it. It's nothing more than to save a fortune, but there is no hope.

Liu Chuanfeng shook his head violently, “Thank you brother, thank you brother, my novelist has followers, don't worry about being abandoned. ”

“Who is it?” Sun Fu Bo, open your eyes. Who's in such bad luck?

“Li Qingshan!” Even though he has a bad temper and refuses to learn the secrets of a novelist, he is still the chief disciple of a real novelist.

Sun Fubai was stunned and his eyes were reddened. His efforts were finally rewarded.

“Brother! ”

“Brother! ”

“Boss, what are you doing here?” A moment later, a gas refiner walked in and saw Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai holding hands to tears. He choked without a word and jumped out of the room.

……

After Li Qingshan left, Dirt Taoist told the others another way to show off his temperament. He let them disperse and asked the dust. “Where did the bastard go? ”

"- [sic]“ Master, it seems... it seems... "

“What are you hesitating to do, say something quickly, ask the thief to go bald? Or go to Changqing Liu to make up for the exam? ”

"“ None of them, "exclaimed the dust." He went to Cloud Island. ”

"'Why didn't you tell me?" said Dirt. ”

"'I was just about to tell you,' said the dust dust dust. 'You just said the three words Li Qingshan and you told me to shut up. ”

Dirty Daoist slapped his thigh: “Oops! He might as well go be a monk with the thief. You go get him to come back and I'll take him into the house. ”

"" It's too late, "exclaimed Dusty." The first time Master Liu handed over the roster, Li Qingshan was already a novelist's disciple and the chief. ”

Hundreds of sutras have their own rules, no matter how they compete at the time of the hospital opening trial, but as soon as they enter, which is the disciple of which, no one can change, otherwise hundreds of sutras would already be in a mess.

Dirty Daoist regretted that Li Qingshan's fortitude and fortitude were in line with his appetite. He dared to pound out Brother Ji, and the head of the family shouted at him. Others might think he was rude. But while he was angry, he also had some appreciation. I think he was famously arrogant when he was younger and had no dignity. I don't know how much pain he suffered because of this stinking temper.

“Master, you should have just insulted him. What you said later was too humiliating. No wonder he was angry. ”

“Are you saying Master is wrong? ”

“Disciples don't dare. ”

Dirty Daoist was ashamed and angry: “Someone didn't do it, go write a novel, I see what kind of morality he can mix?” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)