Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan woke up from the setting. It was the middle of the moon. Silver glow washed like a wash, and the earth was showcased.

Scale by scale, the bamboo tower in pieces, is cut into a light staggered by the moonlight.

On the ground, there is also a column of light that rises into the sky and interacts with each other.

And suddenly he found himself in this pillar of light, the light which Pharaoh had gathered.

In the sea of Dantian Qi, the real Qi became fuller and fuller. Under the repression of the tortoise, the purification of the ring was required, like a pure and infinite Great Lake, which could not be proliferated. But if he needs it, he can make a huge wave and destroy everything in front of him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly. With the help of this legal formation, when the gas refining period did not become his obstacle, he stepped out of the legal formation, along the long corridor where the light shadows staggered, to his residence, a bamboo building near the lake.

Haven't you got time to clean up after the morning selection?

He's going to be staying at the Hundred Sutras for a long time, and he's going to have to clean up.

The light in the bamboo basket was hidden, and a voice was heard. Li Qingshan smiled slightly and pushed the door open.

Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai sat opposite each other and turned their heads together, "Qingshan. ”

Li Qingshan walked to the table and sat down on the tray leg. "Have you made up your mind? ”

“Decided.” Liu Chuanfeng's eyes were red and seemed to have cried. By agreeing with Li Qingshan, it would be a denial of all past efforts, and more importantly, the person he condensed would leave him forever and never appear in this world again.

Though they were false and without anger, they did spend countless days and nights with him. If Sun Fu Bo hadn't advised him, he would never have made a decision in such a short period of time.

Sun Fubai said: "At dawn, I will instruct someone to recall and destroy the novels. ”

Li Qingshan said: “It doesn't have to be, just let them fade naturally. ”

“Ah?” Liu Chuanfeng opened his eyes.

Li Qingshan said: "All I need is a determination. I hate that kind of person. I don't want to sacrifice anything. I just want to sit still and wait for someone else to save me. Fortunately, you're not. ”

Liu Chuanfeng was like an immortal creature. He grabbed Li Qingshan's hand and said thank you.

Until his mood was settled, Li Qingshan said: “Let's get started! ”

“How do we begin?” Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai face each other.

Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulder: “Of course it's Farmen who taught me the novelist. ”

“Are you… are you willing to learn?” Liu Chuanfeng couldn't believe it. Li Qingshan's attitude was quite resolute at first.

“Not necessarily, but I might learn, I'm not the savior, and it's not always possible to save a novelist without knowing him.” Li Qingshan naturally said, he adhered to the principle that if he did not do it, he would do it.

Liu Chuanfeng's face was excited, but Sun Fubai was worried. A fresh and powerful blood injected into this decaying body, could it be brought back to life? Even this blood was wasted.

But anyway, stalled novelists for years, once again, started moving forward.

“Brother, tell me! ”

Sun Fubai cleared his voice and began teaching.

The novelist Famen, in training, is not difficult, and does not even need to practice another law, simply need to be rooted in the Decadence of Condensation, just to condense a divine charm in the body.

The divine character is a spiritual character, but it is different from the ordinary spiritual character. The spiritual character is a heavenly and earthly document by which practitioners can communicate with the heavens and the earth, but the divine character can communicate with another special power, from the power of faith in the living spirit.

Those who possess the divine character have the character of the god that man thinks of in the world, and the name of that divine character is called the Great Derivative.

In the distant past, the ancient monk reproduced the torsional form of the underground spiritual vein, and that was the prototype of the great derivative, and the first step of the novelist's disciple was to condense this divine character.

This is not difficult for Li Qingshan. It is expected to take up to ten days to achieve this. The attributes on the watermelon play a vital role.

But for a novelist disciple, it's just the simplest step, and it's the hardest way to gather the power of faith and grow this charm.

It is not easy to write a novel that can become a legend, but in the previous life of Li Qingshan, he saw it with his own eyes, many people do it! He witnessed the birth of many legendary characters, who would surely have lived in this world had it existed.

So what's he gonna do now? Find one of the copies?

Seeing Li Qingshan Ken learn the novelist's fame, without having to destroy his novel, Liu Chuanfeng regained his spirit and said proudly: "Although you despise me, it's not easy to write a novel. If you write it yourself, you won't be able to compare it to mine. ”

Li Qingshan deeply believed that he was not supposed to sit down and write a novel, not to mention that he couldn't remember so many words in previous life. Even if he remembered, could he change all this?

Those stories filled with modern flavors, I'm afraid, do not fit the minds of the people of this era at all, and will eventually be treated as the dream of a madman. How many years does it take to precipitate accumulation, even if he really copies a classic legend? If he succeeds in the end, it's just a matter of him, not saving the novelist.

Sun Fu Bo also thought of this problem a long time ago, some anxious exclamation, “This is not easy! ”

Li Qingshan had Chengzhu's chest: “We think you've got the most critical problem wrong! ”

“What?”

“The novel, the charm, it's all just an opportunity, the most important thing, is the medium! ”

“What does the media mean?” This fresh vocabulary makes Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng a little confused.

Li Qingshan explained slightly: “It is the so-called channel of dissemination. Even if you write the novel out of flowers, no one will read it, it is also unjust. ”

Liu Chuanfeng didn't think otherwise: “If you think this is a problem, you underestimate us. ”

Li Qingshan knows that Sun Fubai has a huge industry in all walks of life. In Qinghe Mansion, all the big books are in his name. As long as Liu Chuanfeng writes them, no matter how bad the content, they can be printed in large quantities by Mo's printing press. They can be placed in bookstores everywhere. Each book is inexpensive, even free of charge, and is useless.

Li Qingshan smiled. “Is that all? ”

“What else can we do?” Liu Chuan Fengdao.

Li Qingshan said: “I was born in a small mountain village. There is no bookstore there. I haven't seen a book in over a decade. People who can read there can count with one slap. ”

“So what?” Liu Chuanfeng is confused. It is also normal for fools in mountain villages to be illiterate. Those people, even mortal readers, look down, let alone gas refiners.

But Sun Fubai seemed to have realized something.

Li Qingshan added: "As you said earlier, the Confucian officials who guard one side of the town will gather a divine charm in their bodies! ”

“Yeah, that god symbol is called the Great Sage, but it's actually the original Taoist Godspeed. ”

Kung Fu is a crucial word for ancient monks. The difficulty of practicing is so high that demons are blamed for the great threat that they are forced to use all the power available to them.

The two divine charms utilize two distinct forces in the human heart, one is belief and the other is gratitude. After the ancient monks did good deeds, there were often small people willing to stand up for the sign of eternal life, serving the Lord of Benevolence day and night.

Though meritocracy cannot be made true and illusory into reality like a great derivative, it has a deep blessing and a virtuous effect.

In that time of demonic chaos, luck is even more important than power. Practitioners often encounter the dilemma of "turning corners to meet dogs, at first glance demons will”, regardless of what genius you are, and only if you dessert.

What, Brother Tsukiji, don't you come out for a walk when you're handsome? And the mighty Inhumans, the terrible monks,

The power of the individual is too small. Even if the world practises for the rest of its life, it is inevitable that "man sits at home and evil comes from heaven”.

So learning divination and cultivating merit becomes a necessary subject for the monks, and being able to predict this situation, or at most a little bit of luck without it, becomes crucial.

In this day and age, there is no need to worry about this situation. Although practitioners are still fighting each other, they look very gentle and cute compared to demons and Inhumans.

After taking the time to cultivate merit, it becomes a bit unpaid, and only the disorganized disciples in Confucian family will walk the road to the official side, making many monks lament the moral breakdown, people's hearts are not old.

"Aoyama, what do you mean? ”

Li Qingshan said: "I mean, you've mistaken your identity from the beginning. The novelist is not concerned with making up stories, but with running this land 3,000 miles across, trying to get as many people as possible to become the propagators of stories. ”

“You may think those people are stupid, but when do we need the wise? Isn't it a bunch of fools who believe in that ghost to make it happen? Honestly, I don't have any prejudices about what you write, I just don't like it, but what I don't like doesn't mean everyone doesn't like it. ”

“I'm sure they're less demanding about stories, and they'll love these, novels, even more than the lyrical songs written by the Confucians. The audience of Yangchun White Snow will never be better than that of the Lower Libyans. ”

Liu Chuanfeng's eyes lit up. If he really reached that stage, he broke through the foundations, which was not difficult at all. "But they can't read," she said. ”It can't take years to teach the old farmers to read!

“This is just the longest term plan and strategy, can't teach old farmers to read, can't teach children? We don't need money to organize hundreds of hopes… Private school, free to teach children to read and read, sooner or later, they can become the cornerstone of a novelist. ”

Sun Fubai was also stunned by Li Qingshan's plan. This view is completely beyond their imagination. Even if it is about the Confucianism of Fu Ze's side, they will not want to do any hope... Private school, it is best that they will not be able to read big words for the rest of their lives and be safe and steady as their own people.

It seems so sensible to deviate from this plan. They never think of how to write an inspiring novel, but they don't think of how to train their readers, or from these meanest, foolish farmers' sons. Maybe he comes from a mountain village to think of this!

Hopefully, the idea of private school is really great. They can even use novels as enlightenment books. Of course, they can't use Liu Chuanfeng. So this is his intention to let Liu Chuanfeng destroy those books. It's like lighting a bright light in front of you, and as you go deeper into the association, this bright light quickly burns into the sun.

Li Qingshan gave them time to digest, then continued: “If you look close, you can only spread the story by writing! ”

In his time, there were still not many people who would sit down and read, but through all kinds of media, more “gods” were created in 20 years than in the last 2,000 years.

Sun Fu Bo's thinking is open, "You mean? ”

“We need to talk, sing, act, anyone who can tell us stories, and then unite them to form an association called the Cloud Fairy Society.” Li Qingshan stretched out his right hand, held it fiercely, and waved his big hand: “Let them go to every corner of the Qinghe Mansion to tell the story we wrote. ”

These people, in this world, are truly inferior, despicable and even inferior to the peasants. Alchemists and these people, not knowing how many heavier worlds apart, are now saying they are going to use their power. Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai, I didn't even think about it, but I thought about it carefully and felt it made a lot of sense.

Originally Li Qingshan said that they could save the novelist, they could not believe it, only in the thought of trying it out. But now, they all believe that this method can work. If implemented according to Li Qingshan's ideas, the novelist has a future.

“It may take a little time to stop writing, go out and build this up, but as long as we succeed, we mean that the year is the end of the world, and many people will believe that what strength can we use then? The power of the end?” Li Qingshan smiled.

Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were both excited and couldn't help themselves. There was only one thought in their hearts, and the novelist was saved.

“Uncle Fook, this can be very troublesome. We need you to use your energy in the mortal world, get as many help as you can, and get a little done. ”

Sun Fubai waved with a smile: "Don't be afraid of trouble, don't be afraid of trouble.” At his age, the cultivation was long stalled, and insistence on cultivation was no longer of great significance, but if this could really be done, his cultivation would not necessarily take him to the next level and reach a level that could not have been imagined.

The power brought together by the divine charm is a conventional force that transcends the practice. He will do everything in his power, both for the novelist and for himself.

The rise of the novelist, this moon night, buried the reason. (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.)