Legend of the Great Saint

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Li Qingshan had never seen anyone so aged, and believed that if it had not been for the culmination of foundation, he would have turned into the next pile of white bones.

“Old Master Xiao said, meeting all the friends of the road.” Master Qiu opened the juvenile's support with one hand, and released the cane with one hand to salute the crowd.

Everyone rose up to pay their respects, even though Huang Tuong could no longer reside as an elder. He put down his cigarette bag and said to Changqing Liu: “You invited Master Xiao. Is it Master Xiao who is going to be the owner of this family? ”

Master Xiao, not a nobody, is famous throughout Ruyi County, a handful of wonderful pens, no one dares not to admire him, can get a painting, it is a great honor. But I heard that the limit is not far away, the pen has already been sealed, hidden in the spring forest, I didn't expect to show up here.

“Without hiding from you, the elderly are not long old enough to occupy the throne of the family. At that time, the young people will take over, Tanqing, and will not give gifts to your predecessors? ”

The owners know that the master of the family came to carry the Qingxiu teenager beside him, depending on his age, he is also about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has been repaired in one piece, it is already ten floors of gas refining, and definitely deserves the evaluation of the word "genius”.

I have long heard of a closed disciple in the Taoist Master's Taoist Path, but not for ten years, in order to teach this son, today at first sight, it is true.

There is no objection. It is an honor for such a person to live in the hundred Sutras of the Qinghe Mansion and add a painter. Moreover, there are still many unaccompanied disciples under their seats, which can supplement the strength of hundreds of households.

Another seat was added, ranked under Liu Chuanfeng, able to occupy the upper wind, I'm afraid Liu Chuanfeng will only have one chance in his life.

However, the ownership of Cloud Island is not so simple to decide.

Liu Chuanfeng was anxious to hear that his roots were about to be taken: “Yunfeng Island, for thousands of years, has been an island of my novelist. Carefully renovated and maintained for many years. Is it a bit of a mistake to deprive it? That's too unreasonable. ”

The owners, too, had some differences, but of course not because of Liu Chuanfeng, the waste wood, but because of Li Qingshan, who stood behind him.

Although Li Qingshan made a mockery of himself as a result of this experience, in the eyes of the owners, he is a truly promising genius, whether it is the speed of practice or the power of battle, impeccable. Yesterday, he was personally summoned by the person. Such a person can not be easily suppressed.

Changqing Liu colored: “Otherwise, you know what you used to write about the marinade. ”

"This fear is not right," said the master. “Although Master Liu's actions have not been accepted by me and others, not only have the obscene books been written in the past six months, but the previously written books have been recycled and destroyed, and his heart can be seen. If you are not a saint, there are things that can improve Mo Da Yan. Master Liu should think twice! ”

Liu Chuanfeng was moved by the inexplicable words: “Thank you, Master, for distinguishing below.” Now no one cares more about the name Fengyue master than he does, and after learning the way of the novelist, voluntarily recalls all the books.

The master glanced at Xiao An: “This is all because of you. ”

“The idols also feel that Master Xiao, should not be so eager to take up the nest of Xiao!” Dirty Daoists also talk, and rarely support the Master. A dying man who came to my hundredth Sutra, Yiu Wuyanwei, is really disgusting.

Unexpectedly, even Wang Park Shin and Han An Jun raised objections. Four of the five heads of household actually disagreed with him.

No matter how famous the Master Dao is and how high he has been repaired, he is still an “outsider”. Once he comes to the hundred sutras, he must occupy the nest, which can easily cause exclusion.

Li Qingshan's interaction with these people also played a very delicate role. Since he came to the novelist, plus Liu Chuanfeng's own efforts, suddenly, the novelist's wind review is really twisting a little bit, although it is still a pile of mud, at least worth helping. Otherwise, who's lost his mind, speaks for the guy who wrote the yellow book.

"“ When can a refiner be the owner of a family who is old enough to know? "asked the master. Not to mention, when can there be only one disciple in the family? ”

Liu Chuanfeng was mute, cultivated, will always be the most important evaluation criterion of a practitioner, which is also his biggest shortboard.

“It won't take long for me to survive. ”

"" It won't take long, "said the master." Old age is going to go home. I've heard of the novelist's magical changes. He can make them come true. If only my painter had the ability to do so, he might as well compare them to determine the belonging of Cloud Island. ”

If Liu Chuanfeng dares to compete with a foundational monk, he will be pushed out.

“I won't bully anyone, and the owner is no better than anyone else.” Master Li's eyes suddenly turned to Li Qingshan: “This is your disciple! ”

“In Li Qingshan, I met Master Yi. ”

“How dare you fight with my apprentice? ”

“Don't know how to compare?” Li Qingshan glanced at Danqing.

“Paintings and novels are all elegant, and it is too vulgar for a painter and author to beat each other with their fists and feet. How about if you can hide behind the scenes, fake it, my apprentice draws a picture, you publish a book, let the painting be divided into characters in the book, what do you think? Whoever wins will own Cloud Island. ”

Even the owners present in this battle had never heard of it, but they felt that the Master Dao did not take their views into account.

Liu Chuanfeng turned his eyes to Li Qingshan and asked him to refuse. There are so many owners who support them now, what are the odds?

Li Qingshan had no intention of accepting either. If he wanted to compete in a martial arts duel, regardless of whether it was the ninth floor or the tenth floor, he had confidence. However, he was not sure about this comparison. The old man now had some knowledge of him. How could he be counted on to come up with this trick?

“If so, still refuse to promise, old age has no choice but to ignore the face, write the book Ruyi County hundred scriptures, please abolish the Riverhouse novelist!” The crutches of the Master's Way, beating hard on the ground, showed an irrevocable determination to come. “It's just too vulgar to act that way, and old people don't want to. ”

All the owners know why the Master Dao is so fearless. The Master Dao is by no means a dangerous shriek. He comes from Ruyi County, wants to start a relationship, wants to abolish the gas refiner owner, and the novelist who has only one disciple. Most importantly, the owners of all the households in this room have jointly published a book saying that the Master Dao can only be done with a slight push.

At this time, they can't co-sponsor anymore. Please protect the novelist!

Liu Chuanfeng was mute and the influence of Shifu Road, he also knew a few points. The novelist is just on the right track and is developing. If he is truly abandoned, he should not have abandoned his previous work. But asking him to abandon the “ancestral property” of Yunfeng Island is also absolutely impossible. He looked to Li Qingshan for help.

Li Qingshan said: “Well, I can agree, then the novelist's way is no better than the painter's help. It takes time to promote it, gather the ability to make it happen. I can write a book, but it will take at least a year to disseminate the Quartet. ”

“A year, too long. ”

“Anyway, it takes time. If Master Yan refuses to agree, it doesn't have to be compared. Please go to the book Ruyi County and scrap my novelist! ”

Finally, it was regulated by Changqing Liu for a period of six months.

The Master Dao also had concerns. The Jiuzheng nest has caused dissatisfaction among the owners. If more intense means are used, they are afraid to offend the people. He had a deeper understanding of the novelist's details.

Li Qingshan has now written a book, but this book is about illusory rivers and lakes. It is unlikely to be an enemy of Danqing's paintings. It will only have to be a new book, at least it will take a few months. Even though it has been completed, there is not enough time to circulate it. There is not enough willpower to collect it. He Daoya.

The party dispersed, the Master Dao and Qian Danqing, followed Changqing Liu to live in Confucianism.

Li Qingshan and Liu Chuanfeng returned to Yunfeng Island to discuss countermeasures.

Liu Chuanfeng hurried: “Oops, six months, how can that be enough? You promised to be too reckless. ”

Li Qingshan said: “If you don't agree, is there anything else you can do? ”

Liu Chuan Fengdao: “Hurry up, I'll grind it for you. Just write it, or I'll change your book before it's even sent out. Zhang Wuxi held a dragon slaughter knife, and a knife split the top of the light, shocking the practitioners of the six factions. Under Shaolin Temple, Cheng Kun buried 12 Thunderbolts to destroy the heavens and the earth. How about destroying the brothers? ”

Li Qingshan couldn't help but admire Liu Chuanfeng's acute wisdom. He really didn't think of this solution at first. This Wuwan changed Xuanwu at once, and his fighting power increased more than tenfold.

“What can we do about drifting overseas? Practitioners can't be trapped on the island! ”

“Stupid, out of Kyushu, is the infinite sea, you go now, and you will never come back! How to write, it's not just our novelist cloud! ”

Li Qingshan thought, “Then change it! ”

Liu Chuanfeng was praised, delighted, hurried away.

Li Qingshan shook his head, but he thought of another idea. Liu Chuanfeng's approach is naturally good, but I'm afraid he may not be able to collect so much willpower.

In previous life, the book was first published in the newspaper and then promoted by a television drama to such a depth that Rome was not built in six months.

Even if it were to be transformed into a knife to destroy Kyushu, if the will is insufficient, coupled with the limitations of the Great Dementor itself, it may be illusory, but only the big stone can be broken in the chest.

Li Qingshan went back to the room, unfolded a blank sheet of paper, started drawing a book, continued to think about the plan, and prepared with both hands.

These stories should quickly gather together a true and pure desire. (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.)