Legend of the Great Saint

Wa Wanzhong, an old man in an old cloth, stood at the table above the high table, his mouth was hanging with a fold of the story of "Saint-Joe Emperor Pincidite”, although it was an old thing known to the passers-by, but after his mouth, Yanton frustrated to say it, he could still hear the tea customers drunk, forgot to use the melon fruit in the plate.

Sun Shuping is a reader. Just like most of his peers, he didn't read the Hall of Fame. It's useless to be a scholar. Once the merit name is hopeless and the mix is good, he can become a teacher for people. If the mix is bad, he can open a private school and become a teacher. Of course, it's not like there are no beggars in the streets.

He was not bad, because of the convenience of his mouth, he visited an old talker as a teacher, became a talker, and because he was able to read and break words, exposing a group of books, the creation of this industry is still above the master, it is not unconscious that decades have passed, and he also made some famous names.

A string of stinging birds rang, Sun Shuping's mouth kept on, frowned, saw a fat man with a thick and fat brain, walked in with a bird cage and hugely squeezed to the front, and sat in front of the stage.

The bird seemed frightened, screaming sharper and angrier, but feared the power of the fat man, dared not speak.

Sun Shuping had to stop and laughed: “Sir, you can't bring birds in here. Would you please hang them outside? ”

Fatty's eyes flipped: “Hang out there. Do you know how much silver I'm worth? Lost you to pay for it? You talk about yours, it's called it, you're better than, look who's calling it, don't worry, Grandpa can't pay less than you, more than these poor ghosts give you. ”

Sun Shuping's eyebrows are even more powerful. “Bang” flashed a shock. "Predict what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown!” With this phrase, a thousand years old, I received this passage of books and whisked away.

Wa Wanzhong shouted, obviously not only for the book, but also for the spirit of the writer, throwing many copper plates on stage.

The apprentice, Little Stone, came to the stage, picked up the money, made a mockery on all sides, looked like a little monkey, and caused a laugh.

“Ouch!” The little stone screamed and fell to the ground, bleeding from the forehead, and a bloody silver horn landed on the stage.

Sun Shuping hurried up to lift the disciple, pointing to Fatty and angry: “You! ”

“Tell me one more thing. Grandpa's got money!” Fatty grinned and threw a piece of broken silver in his hand: “Huh, you're a horn, you're a stinking talker if you don't, dare to play with Grandpa, you know who Grandpa is? Hit you with the money, you old thing. ”

A golden light flies upstairs and hits the fat guy in the head, bouncing off the stage again, an ingot of gold.

If you look at that fat guy, he's already bleeding. He just fainted.

“Mr. Sun? We're in charge of the cabinet, please.” A brilliant man, somehow flashed, came to Sun Shuping's eyes.

Little stone saw the gold, rushed to cover his head, picked it up, bit it, surprised: “Master, it's really gold, it's so big!” His head stopped hurting, he grew up so big, he'd never touched gold.

A child who grew up in Wa Wang, not so rich and expensive, Sun Biping felt a little sad in his heart. He said that the book was a cheap deed. Anyone can curse a few words. He has been through a lot of such things, but he doesn't want the child to suffer for the rest of his life. He is determined to give him another deed.

In his head, he thought absurdly, followed the man to the second floor of the seat, lifted the bamboo curtain, an old man with a crane hair and a child's face sat there, his clothes did not look particularly gorgeous, but at first glance it was the best comfortable fabric, and there was nothing arrogant to reveal, but calmly sitting there, there was a kind of crane standing chicken crowd.

Based on his many years of experience, it seems that this “noble man" in front of him is not like someone who will come to this kind of place to listen to books. He is more likely to be a practitioner. The more he dares not to be lazy, the more he respectfully respects and honors the work he has done: “Thank you for your help in the birth of Sun Shuping. ”

Sun Fubai measured the famous bookseller in the hundred miles, slightly turned his head and felt satisfied. He reaffirmed Li Qingshan's idea. If it was through the mouth of this bookseller, the ordinary story would become painted and painted. Much more wonderful!

“Dude, have you ever heard of Cloud Fairy? ”

“No.”

“Now that you've heard it, this is no place to talk, come with me!” Sun Fubai stood up straight and walked out the door. The little stone was covering his head with one hand, holding the gold in one hand and probing his head outside the door.

“But all I can say is books!” Sun Book stood still, I really can't think of such a “nobleman” who threw gold randomly, the legendary practitioner, what would happen if he asked for a book.

“That's enough.” Sun Fu Bo touched the head of the rock: “Some gold. ”

Little rocks feel no more headache and no more blood.

Immediately after Sun Fubai left the Hundred Sutra Hospitals, he assembled several directorates to issue announcements to all the cities and counties of Qinghe Prefecture to recruit personnel. At the same time, he personally visited some of the most famous rapper singers in Qinghe province.

According to Li Qingshan's plan, the biggest role of these people is not to rap songs, but to become mentors, to teach their lifetime experience and become the most core force of Yunfeng Society.

At the same time, in the corner of Qinghe Fucheng, a manor house was also found. As the community headquarters of Yunfeng Society, driven by absolute power and absolute financial resources, Li Qingshan's envisioned Yunfeng Society is being quickly established. It is unclear when and how much power can be harnessed.

While Sun Fubai was running in all directions, Li Qingshan also came to Mo's magical island to prepare himself for the first lesson after coming to the hundred Sutras.

Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing waited under the iconic giant arch on Shenmachi Island, filled with all kinds of weird machinery and tall buildings, a trojan horse puppet Mercedes past, filled with a kind of strange life.

Enter a magnificent building shaped like conch (Li Qingshan feels like poop), which is also a spiral up a circle, stopping at a height of about two or three floors, into the room of the spiral center.

Round rooms are like flipping a conch down a staircase, with a lot of people sitting there waiting, talking in groups. In addition to Mozi disciples in ink and green, there are also many other disciples in other colors.

Li Qingshan is the only one wearing a bamboo blue long shirt, but mixing with it is not quite noticeable. But none of the alchemists were deaf and blind, looking at them obliquely, the topic of the discussion changed quietly.

“Yo, isn't this Li Qingshan, the novelist's chief disciple?” (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.)