Legend of the Great Saint

“How's that?”

Hailing looked at him strangely, because the two Patriarchs of Vientiane followed the elderly man of the Book of Heaven for nine days. He was the only one who guarded the Book Building in the town for many years. He was the one who guarded the law of the Sect and prevented foreign enemies from invading; and he was the one who improved the Book of Vientiane, accumulated knowledge and used it for training.

He was quiet and still, and the job was perfect, and the main entertainment was mostly reading. Of all kinds of books, there are only a variety of fresh and interesting stories that can withstand millions of years of scrubbing to keep him interested. Other kinds of books, whether you are a poetry songwriter or a delicate discussant, with his intellectual experience, can be proud of most of the world's authors, and cannot be read at all.

And his hobby is unknown to all in the Sect, so there are often disciples who collect stories to contribute in exchange for some contribution bookmarks to satisfy his little hobby. This vast one is essentially for the “heavenly elderly”, and even for the Hailing and the two patriarchs and other minorities.

Li Qingshan said excitedly: “I'm a novelist! ”

“Oh, that's strange! ”

The corner of Hailing's mouth is slightly flashed, and today I'm afraid I'm laughing more than I normally do a year.

“It's true. ”

Li Qingshan wanted to say that he had written a book, but think about it. He basically copied it and left it to Xiao 'an to brush it up. He had nothing to do with it. I'm afraid it will soon be discovered by Hailing, but I don't feel comfortable lying to my face.

Hailing looked at him faintly. The expression on his face was utterly ridiculous. When Li Qingshan “provoked” him, the ridicule was not as intense.

“Oh, you're a freshman. You're not afraid of tigers. Do what you have to do! ”

Back to Hailing's lord to chase fly-like wave, Li Qingshan said he could build a true immortal. He really believed that a little bit. As for the novelist, save it! I can see how much ink you have in your stomach with my eyes closed.

“I said if I want to contribute to Vientiane Sect, my predecessors are right in front of me, why should I want to be near and far away? Can I get a bookmark contribution if I don't know about a novel?” Li Qingshan looked at Hailing's honor, like looking at a treasure trove full of bookmarks, and of course, a huge amount of doomsday contributions.

“Interesting, readable and naturally more bookmarked than the usual secrets of kung fu.” Hailing Zhuang obviously doesn't think there's anything in Li Qingshan's stomach to read.

“Okay, I get it. Please lend me Jade Jane again. ”

“What are you gonna do? ”

Li Qingshan's eyes glistened: “I want to dedicate a book. ”

Jade Jane drew a long arc and fell into Li Qingshan's hands. He immediately closed his eyes and began to record a novel into it. A moment later, Jade Jane was returned to Hailing.

“Legend of the White Monkey King, did you write this? ”

Hailing's eyebrows wrinkled, slightly surprised. With his swift spirit, he had read more than 100,000 words in a blink of an eye.

“Exactly. What do you think? ”

This is Li Qingshan's real and only original novel. It's really quite serious.

“The language is mean, the characters are stubborn, and there's a mess of low-level martial arts. It stinks and it's long! ”

In the blink of an eye, the Lord of Hailing read hundreds of thousands more words, but it was a series of bad reviews.

Li Qingshan knew that it was not this material. Writing this "Monkey King Big Legend" was originally based on the messy low-level martial arts to solicit readers. Few people in the original small world would blame the content, but they were also somewhat unhappy to receive such a review.

At this moment, the badge on his chest lit slightly, and a few plankwood stamps threw him over, and he grabbed it in his hand and looked forward to Hailing's reverence.

"But there are also some points of permission to make the world compatible and equal for all," said Hailing, faintly. At least some length, worth a few planks and a few points of contribution. Okay, I'll take this book. ”

Although it's a bit like sending flowers, Li Qingshan is very happy: “Thank you, seniors! ”

At least this is his “own son”, who has put a lot of effort into selling better than nothing. And it's not just a few plain wooden stamps and a few points of contribution, it's an open door.

To Hailing's lord is about to leave, Li Qingshan said: “Don't go, I have more here! ”

“Hmm?”

Li Qingshan contributed again, but no longer wrote the book himself.

The world of the five continents, the gods come, searching the world.

Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of popular houses in Kyushu. Although novelists have not been very thriving, they also have a long history. After a long period of scrubbing, they have also left behind many classic works.

Li Qingshan, while returning to Hailing to honor the Word, searched out these books by the will of the gods of the world and entered them into Yu Jian via this honor.

The world of the five continents is blocked by the invisible boundaries, only to communicate with each other by climbing the Tendo, otherwise not even a grain of sand will be brought here, yet the knowledge and memory between the prince and the body is common, and that is enough.

“Well, this book is kind of interesting, and the words are so smooth and beautiful...”

Hailing nodded slightly, showing satisfaction, even slowed down the reading speed, with a few meanings of sharing taste, but also finished reading in a moment.

Li Qingshan's chest badge was bright again. This time, he harvested a few brass signatures, not so rare and precious, but it was a very good start. He suddenly saw the bad luck of Lotte losing the game, and immediately gave another book.

Hailing glanced at him and came to rejoice. Why not give Li Qingshan an extra jade Jane? Let him keep entering, so that he can read it continuously. In fact, he rarely has the opportunity to read so many quality novels continuously.

Because his eyes were high, the novels collected by ordinary disciples were difficult to get into his eyes, and the rewards were no higher. Those who accompany them, waiters and servants, although they value the reward more, are not even eligible to enter the Sky Book Building. Although they can also contribute some books through the Book Collection Division, the scope of their activities is narrow, and the search for books is even more limited.

As for the disciples entering the hall, they often do not take this reward into account. It is better to do something else at your leisure. The bookmarks for the contribution can be more, let alone the facsimile disciples.

For all these reasons, and because he reads too quickly, he often reads only old books over and over again.

He knew that the books were by no means written by Li Qingshan, and he could probably guess that Li Qingshan had come from a certain world, and that the novels came from the accumulation of a world in order to have such quantity and quality.

According to his dedication, his world may have entered the age of last resort and even been destroyed. Anyway, there was a book to read, so I couldn't take care of these little things. I concentrated on reading one book after another, and I urged: "Hurry up, hurry up. ”