Legend of the Great Saint

Xiao An can always feel Li Qingshan's emotional changes immediately, strangely distorted his head.

Li Qingshan kicked Liu Chuanfeng out, closed the door, and asked Xiao 'an about his recent practice.

Xiao 'an became even stranger: “Is something wrong? ”

Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and touched his head. He never thought of himself as a soft and indecisive person, but now he understands that the reason for not being soft and indecisive is because nothing really hard to decide happened.

It was a wish in his heart to restore her memory and recover her original name and identity. Sending her home was his first promise in the world.

But the wishes and promises of the past, if they come at the same time, will never make him laugh.

“I found something good that might help.” Li Qingshan sighed for a moment and told the truth, taking out the remaining half of the memory water and telling Xiao 'an about its utility.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingshan found that Xiao 'an's performance was not more tolerant than his. He held the hand of the water bottle and even slightly trembled, causing the blue liquid to shake after a while.

Without the excitement and joy of restoring her memory, she dropped her curtains, long lashes and cast a shadow over her large eyes.

“I don't want to drink. ”

“Why?” Li Qingshan asked knowingly, how could he not understand her concerns, if he could, he preferred not to know the existence of such a potion, even if he could not simply acquire the power of faith by writing a novel.

But as an adult, he can't let go of a child, he can't let go of his own, he has to do something good for her.

“Don't be discreet. Try it. I just tried it. It works fine. Maybe it really works. Of course, it may not work. Don't expect too much. ”

Xiao An looked up at Li Qingshan's eyes and said with a painful look: “I'm not going anywhere, okay? ”

Li Qingshan's heart gradually became firmer. He returned to normal. He smiled and kissed her again in the forehead: “Where are you going? Where am I going? ”

Xiao An closed his eyes and raised his head and drank the remaining water from the bottle.

The slightly bitter liquid, along the throat, flows into the stomach, turns into a mysterious force, diffuses, and rushes straight into the heavenly spirit.

A long time later, Xiao An opened his eyes.

Li Qingshan said: “What do you think? ”

Xiao An shook his head: “I don't feel anything. ”

Since the day of the practice of "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road", her soul has merged with the bone, and with the practice of countless days and nights, her bone has long been stronger than King Kong, not only external forces are difficult to destroy, even Fae energy cannot penetrate into it.

So, whether she absorbs the spiritual energy of the heavens or the earth, or takes Dan medicine, it doesn't do her any good, it enhances, but it's just this hue skin bag. Her only practice is to consume flesh by fire and refine white bones.

Remembering the power of water is also ineffective for her.

Li Qingshan relieved himself of his burden and took a breath. “I knew that the drug refined by that woman didn't work so well. Don't worry, remember or anything, just think about it. ”

Xiao An shouted softly, "The woman? ”

“She's a messed up woman. Leave her alone. Come and see how I write my novel.” Li Qingshan took her to her lap and showed her the manuscript he had worked so hard to copy.

Xiao 'an looked very seriously, from time to time pointed out the "strange” places in the book, so called strange, that is, martial arts novels, the soil and water dissatisfaction in the world here, many of the lexicon use, are all problematic.

Li Qingshan was big again. It turns out that copying the novel is not that simple: “What should we do?” He hasn't read a few novels. It's only been a year or two since he walked out of Woniu Village, and he doesn't know the world very well.

"'I have an idea,' said Xiao An. ”

Liu Chuanfeng was biting his head and wondering what his apprentice had written.

Li Qingshan suddenly walked in: “Do you have a novel? ”

Liu Chuan Fengdao: “What do you want to see? ”

Li Qingshan said: “Anyway, I don't look at you. It's better to be a famous family. The more popular, the better. ”

“What's wrong with me?” Liu Chuanfeng immediately argued that he was no longer the original owner of Fengyue, and immediately pulled a letterhead out of Baobao: “Look, how they exaggerated me? ”

Li Qingshan glanced at his eyes, Liu Chuanfeng very honestly pulled out a large number of books from the hundred bags, hundreds of them.

Li Qingshan picked him up and walked away. Liu Chuanfeng shouted behind him: “Be careful, this is a treasure book. ”

The monk's coat fluttered. Once the master quietly came to Yunfeng Island, Li Qingshan was outside the bamboo building. His gaze passed through the layer of bamboo wood, and he saw two shadows, one big and one small, under the lonely lamp.

Xiao An stood on the floor and read a book. He turned a page and looked at it quickly. There were already more than a dozen books piled up beside him.

Li Qingshan stood, like thinking about something, turning his figure from time to time, waving his fists and feet.

He is summarizing his understanding, the gains and losses of World War I today. If he is called to read a book, it takes seven pages to read ten pages, but recalling today's battle, it is like a movie in his mind, every punch, every foot, clearly understand, he even remembers clearly how he defeated every soldier's disciple.

Gradually, the back of the surrounding shadow was dim, and the facial expressions of each soldier's disciple were blurred. Only on the long staircase, a group of matchmaker's disciples came up.

He imitates their moves, the way they force, the lights throw his shadow on the wall, in a tiny space, moving at great speed.

Once they moved, they formed a wonderful atmosphere of warmth that made the master feel familiar, thought for a long time before remembering, it was the feeling of home.

To save some light oil, his mother sewed clothes in the moonlight and fluttered in his yard.

How can a master who hastily suppresses these thoughts, sighs silently, and runs away from home, if he is constantly reading a word "home”?

Over the past few days, Li Qingshan has far outperformed ordinary practitioners, but his worries have intensified.

They have no blood ties. Now she is young. If she were a few more years old, she would be more constant, unreasonable, trying to cut houses, more difficult.

He hesitated for a moment and thought that the master would turn away. This method will make sure that you are all at the same door, with Buddha's door in mind, to enlighten her and let her cut off the edge of the dust.

The screaming sound of the book and the broken sound of the fists and feet stopped successively.

“All right." Li Qingshan was very cheerful and smiled. If today's position were to be repeated, he would be confident that he could win more easily.

Xiao An smiled: "Let's get started! ”

Under the lonely lamp, Li Qingshan pens, Xiao An opens his mouth, the two of them made a little modification to the novel to make it more in line with this era. Unknowingly, time passed.

Why do you have to break through the iron shoes, the machines, the memories, not all the time? (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.)