Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan was immediately agreed. Now that the alliance is imperative, the most important thing is how to achieve more benefits in the alliance. There is no better outcome than to let the demon alliance and the demons they want to die with. Hello, everyone, continue to practice in peace. But this idea, naturally, cannot be exported.

Wang Park Shin's nose breathed. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the word "old Wang” and knew it was a response to the kid. However, this statement is very considerate, and he now has a few qualifications, so call it that, without comparison.

After another consultation, everyone finally decided to focus on Lord Liu, along with several heads of household, to negotiate with Fu Qingqing. I just don't know if the alliance, which was originally scheduled to take place in the Rain Tower, can proceed on schedule.

For this alliance, Li Qingshan didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought that Fu Qingshan had a good choice of places. As a gatekeeper, the Cloud Rain Gate was supposed to belong to the Demonic League system, but it was rooted in the Qinghe Province and has been mixed with hundreds of households. It is in the ambiguous area between the two. Qiuhai Tong is also considered an eight-sided and luxurious figure, and can circle from the middle.

At the end of the meeting, Li Qingshan and Ruxin went outward as they preached their voices.

Liu Chuanfeng looked at Li Qingshan in the crowd and wanted to say something. Li Qingshan's heart turned around. Liu Chuanfeng's mouse shrunk like a cat's heart. He lowered his head and left. Li Qingshan could not touch his head.

Tian Danqing blinded herself in front of her. First, she went to Li Qingshan for a gift. Then she said to her heart: "Sister, could you please invite Daoyou to see my master? ”

“Danqing, you've built the foundation too. What's wrong with your master?” Li Qingshan only saw that he had also been repaired to the foundational realm, his face was less green, he no longer appeared to be retarded when he first came out of the mountain, but his face was full of anxiety, and obviously it was not because of the demonic tribe.

“My master is not feeling well.” Danqing smiled and looked to her heart.

As strange as my heart is, “Didn't my master always cook my body? ”

“Senior Huazhi said, 'Heal the immortal disease, Buddha has relatives, Daoyou will survive, there is no cure’, and will not come again.” Dan's face was full of sadness.

Li Qingshan shook his head. The old man spoke very coldly and directly. At least he said a few words to comfort people. I wonder if my heart would have been affected by him if it had become like this.

“Since my master said so, I'm afraid... well, I'll go check it out.” If my heart was to refuse, I saw a pitiful appearance of almost begging on the face of Qingdan Qingdao and promised to come down.

Qingdan Qinglian thanked him and was busy leading the way.

Li Qingshan knew that this was just a matter of doing his best. He felt this kind of filial heart. He couldn't help but shush a little. He also followed suit.

“What are you doing here?" he said. ”

Li Qingshan said: “Naturally, I go to visit, and I and Master Xiao have some luck.” A meal: “I have several calligraphy pieces that I would like to invite Master Xu to appreciate.” but remembered the three volumes of the Book of Swords in Hand.

Alliances are imminent, wars are on the horizon, and it is imperative that we improve our human identity. If you can repair these three volumes of the Book of Swords, you might be able to get one more powerful magic instrument. Before, I was afraid of the sin of perfection, but now I don't have to worry about it. Since the book and painting didn't divide my family, Liu Chuanfeng could hardly count on it. This matter still has to be left to the painter.

Qian Dan's anguish slightly diminished, smiling: “Brother, my master is also very happy with calligraphy, appreciate a few good works, maybe the spirit will be better. ”

After several years of construction, the painter has been quite weather. Beam painting walls, small bridge running water, lovely scenery.

Although always in war, painters' abilities are mainly focused on painting, not on live battles. Therefore, they generally do not carry out dangerous tasks. They are more responsible for drawing and painting on the island. They are handed over to Hundred Sutra Hospitals to provide additional safety and security for other disciples. It is popular with few disciples lost.

In the meantime, they were all dressed in white, but different from the doctors' pure white, painted flowerbird fish worms, mountain water characters, creeky, fish swimming, spiritual change, unspeakable.

Li Qingshan and Ruxin, led by Danqing, came to a pine cypress concealed house, the flowers in front of the door were not afraid of the cold, brilliant and angry, the butterflies in the flowers were bright and beautiful.

“Master Yan's painting skills are truly divine.” Li Qingshan held a butterfly in his hand and carefully sensed it with his mind to feel that none of these butterfly flowers were real.

Qian Danqing scratched his head with some embarrassment: “I painted these. My brother is so proud of them, I can't compare to the novelist to evolve the magic of everything. Brother, can you wait outside the door? ”

“Although the novelist is good, unfortunately the external environment is too demanding, no less than the painter's closed-door painting. All right, you guys go!” Li Qingshan smiled, almost forgetting the identity of the novelist's chief disciple.

But when he found in his endoscopic body, unconsciously, the wisdom accumulated in the Great Derivative Charm was so much, he couldn't help but slightly rejoice: “This is the benefit of the novelist, even after throwing away his brain, he kept accumulating strength. ”

Although Liu Chuanfeng was somewhat negative, Sun Fubai never stopped trying as the true host of Yunfeng Society. With so much wisdom accumulated, his perseverance is indispensable. If you rekindle the Great Derivative Talisman with spiritual power, you can reach a new realm. You don't need to rely on what is in the book, you can fake it directly, falsify it, and do what you want, and become a powerful force.

When I think of Liu Chuanfeng, it seems that I should also go back to Yunfeng Island to plan the next plan. He had a hunch that at some point in the future, that power would become vital.

“Now that you're here, come in with me! ”

Even if Li Qingshan doesn't understand medicine, he can hear the angry, angry feeling.

“Please.” Danqing had to give up his hand. Li Qingshan and Ruru's heart stepped into it, only to see the simple and elegant layout in the boutique.

Danqing followed closely, but the divine color was slightly darkened. This is exactly as his mountain middle school painting place, arranged. It was the warmest place he had ever enjoyed in his life, and for a beggar who lived on the streets and was unsafe, it was like the legendary Pure Land of Eternal Pleasure, but at this time he seemed to feel sad.

“Danqing, you're back," a mortal woman in a silk dress greeted from behind the hall.

Qingzhen Qingzhen said: “Mother, this is like Sister Xin, and Brother Li. ”

“Is it Li Qingshan who won the" Heavenly Girl Scattered Flower Map "? I've heard a lot about you.” Female Yingying gave a little curiosity to measure Li Qingshan on the face where the fat powder was not applied.

Li Qingshan was surprised that he had long heard that the Master Dao had taken painting as his wife. Is this the one in front of him? But she's not as stunning and beautiful as the legend says, and at best, she's only a little Jade. Until now, he had not felt a single false truth from her. That vibrant, angry, emotional eye is no different from a real person.

That's the real god!

“This way, gentlemen.” Girls' Way.

Coming to the inner room, Master Qiu laid tall and stood up and arched his hands: “My husband is physically inconvenient, please forgive me for not going out to greet him.” The white hair is scattered, though depressed, but the windbones are still alive. The woman came behind him silently, combed his hair, hummed an unknown tune and relaxed her face.

“Senpai, please let me put the pulse for senpai.” In front of my heart, I waved, “No, I'm not a doctor, but my life expectancy can be calculated. Danqing, you do such useless things again. ”

“Danqing is also a philanthropist, you old fool don't appreciate it yet.” The woman patted her head gently.

Master Dao was furious: “I taught my disciples how to do more with you, get out! ”

The woman walked towards the wall silently, hanging a yellow blank painting axis, and she walked straight into it, turning into a painting, looking at the Master Xiao, looking at peace.

Li Qingshan Mindao, the Master Dao such mindset is cultivated at the juncture of life and death, there is also some uncontrollable fire, but no wonder. This is the time, this “master mother" has no sympathy. It's just a painting. No matter how much she looks like a human being, it's hard to understand.

"" Danqing, roll up the painting and don't let me see her. ”

Qian Dan's face was full of difficulty, and he dared not disobey the Master's orders. He gave a gift to the painting: “Master, Master, he is in a bad mood, you..." Before he had said anything, “Master" turned around and rolled up the painting before Qian Dan Qing and gave it to Master Qian.

Master Xiao took a sigh of relief and the anger on his face seemed to dissipate. "Let the two of you laugh. ”

Li Qingshan said: "My predecessor's health is important, why should he be angry with the same painting? If you don't like it, replace it with something else. ”

Qiandan frowned, she was not just a painting, but watched him grow up as a gentle woman, like his mother.

“'I don't have that much time,' said Master Zheng. 'Even if I had another hundred years, I wouldn't be able to paint her. ”

Her eyes became deep and she gently stroked the axis: “When I painted her, was she just a little gas refiner? Don't talk about the lack of divine rhyme in the painting, even the appearance is not good, I wanted to paint a great woman for the generations, but the painting turned out to be a bit of a walk, barely detached from the scroll, but not angry at all, talking like a parrot learning tongue, idiotic brain, let her grind ink for me, constantly knocking over the yard. ”

“Later, somehow, it became more and more... In fact, like Danqing, although I prefer to paint, I really didn't intend to marry a painting. It's unexpected!” The master smiled and sighed, holding the axis of the painting, like a treasure of the world, full of love.

Li Qingshan looked at Ruru's heart without a word. What he poured into it was not pen ink, but the emotion of a lifetime, which turned this poor painting of an apprentice into a creature that understood joy and sorrow. (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.)