Legend of the Great Saint

Chapter 51 I want to write a novel!

Li Qingshan would like to say: “Hey, here, it seems that you have nothing to do!” He did not use a little bit of Novel School’s method from beginning to end. [~]

But in any case, this battle has made the long-awaited Novel School soaring, at least no one dared to laugh at Li Qingshan, the chief discipline of Novel School.

After Liu Chuanfeng was happy, the old thing revisited: “Qingshan, the loss of Senior Brother, now that you have said that the Illusory Cloud Association has been basically established, and the process of collecting trust is really much faster. If this continues, my Foundation Establishment is promising. All this is your idea, and you can quickly condense the Great Amplifying Divine Symbol!”

Li Qingshan hesitated and touched his chin.

“Yeah, Qingshan, it’s worse!” Outside the door, a voice rang, Sun Fubai drove the white crane, hovering from the sky and falling in the yard.

Li Qingshan looked at him and almost didn’t recognize him. He saw Sun Fubai or the Sun Fubai, but the white hair on his head was much less, and he was full of red light, walking with the wind, and there was a kind of happy spirit. The original meaning of the old man’s leisure is faded away, and there is more of a young man’s enterprising meaning.

“Senior Brother, your cultivation base!” Liu Chuanfeng said.

The original Sun Fubai, because of Innate Skill, is the Qi Refining Eighth Level. At this age, it has basically cut off further possibilities, but for half a year, Sun Fubai is already the Qi Refining Ninth Level.

As the cultivation base enters, True Qi increases, and the odd-eight eight meridians are all smooth, and people look natural and young. However, the most fundamental thing is the influence of the mentality, which is more than a sacred life. To build the foundation of Novel School and reproduce the glory of Novel School is no doubt more inspiring.

Sun Fubai smiled and said: “I haven’t been idle during this time, just write something.”

The Illusory Cloud Association is so powerful that it is impossible for Liu Chuanfeng to live alone. As the behind-the-scenes boss of the Illusory Cloud Association, Sun Fubai naturally cannot use the “media” that he has built. These days, whenever things are done, nothing happens. Then I wrote a pen.

He has read thousands of volumes in his life, and has experienced many vicissitudes of life. The background connotation is comparable to that of Liu Chuanfeng. [~] According to the road indicated by Li Qingshan, I changed the way of writing a little and wrote some things that the people liked and enjoyed. The effect was actually very good. Now the popularity of “Cangbai old man” is more popular in Liu Chuanfeng. Above the “windy master”.

Bringing together a lot of convictions, he originally signed the Qi Refining Eighth Level for many years, and this power helps, and the hard life crosses the threshold and makes the cultivation base go one step further.

Li Qingshan said: “Fubai. How come you are back?”

Sun Fubai said: “When you hear that you want to fight with people, come back and see, it seems to be winning.”

Now the only three of the remaining Novel Schools are once again gathered together for a happy event. The hearts are full of joy.

Sun Fubai said: “I have brought something back to you.”

“Oh, what is this?” Liu Chuanfeng took an ordinary white cloth bag from Sun Fubai. Nothing was special except for the red silk tie, and there was no Spiritual Qi.

Li Qingshan is also curious, for the cultivator. The basic lack of Spiritual Qi is not a good thing, but Sun Fubai is a bit of a weird gift.

Liu Chuanfeng opened it and it was all paper letters.

In order to get the following feedback in time, Sun Fubai will let Liu Chuanfeng change the number of roads, let the members of the Illusory Cloud Association ask the following people after the performances in various places, and later evolve into many listeners, and give a message to the “Fengyue Master”. Even if they are not literate, there are also special person’s ghost records, all collected and handed over to Liu Chuanfeng.

Liu Chuanfeng quickly opened up to read, which is naturally praised, and there are many suggestions and expectations. He sat there and smirked. He was the most undaunted Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy, often ridiculed by the ridiculous Patriarch. I found the long-lost respect and truly realized the beauty of writing novels.

This gift is indeed much more valuable than what Spiritual Pill spirit stones.

Sun Fubai also said to Li Qingshan: “Qingshan, you like to drink alcohol. I brought you the wines from all over the country. Although it is not a spirit wine, it can help cultivation, but it also has its own taste.”

In the land of Clear River Prefecture, there are dozens of famous wines and wines. The raw materials and brewing techniques are different. Sun Fubai chooses the high grade from the old and brings back to Li Qingshan. . []

If you don’t say anything else, it’s enough to make people feel moved. Sitting at home, you can taste the wines everywhere, it is a happy thing.

Li Qingshan took a few dozens of altars and took a gift: “Fubai, I have a heart.”

Sun Fubai smiled and said: “This is a trivial matter. It is nothing compared to your idea. Now, with your mind, the old man has planted the tree. If you don’t want to take a cool ride below, you can live up to me. The heart is up.”

When it comes to this step, who can refuse, Li Qingshan said: “I want to learn to condense Great Amplifying Divine Symbol, please Fubai teach me.”

The power of faith, the illusion is endless, although in the hands of Liu Chuanfeng, the effect is very general, but he did not know how to fight, such as summoning the iron rope that is a trick, even if it can not be trapped, as long as the key time, disturb the enemy’s mind It has the effect of reversing the outcome of the game. It is even easier to clean up the idiot of Chu Tian.

If you go further, the strength of the conviction is strong enough to be able to bind the enemy for even a second, enough for him to shoot many times.

Sun Fubai smiled and Novel School had a legacy.

Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to all of this, only smirking at the letter, squinting, lying, watching.

Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan smiled at each other.

……

A sea, blue waves, endless surges, countless rivers, into it, sea water transpiration, turned into a mist, and filled the river.

At this time, there was suddenly a mysterious force that smoothed all the ripples on the sea. A blue ancient rune, rising from this sea of ​​silence, numerous Water Dragons rising up and gathering on it, the ancient 拙rune became More and more clear and exuberant, exudes restrained light. Finally suspended at sea.

The sea has returned to the waves, and in the looming, it seems that a Spirit Turtle has swam.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes and deep in his eyes. It seems that Divine Symbol flashed. The process of condensing the Great Amplifying Divine Symbol is much simpler than he initially expected. Probably because of his pure Qi Qi Qi, it was completed in less than three days.

It’s just the way to Divine Symbol. Not unusual cultivation, condensing Divine Symbol is just getting started.

Sun Fubai has returned to Fucheng to handle the affairs of the Illusory Cloud Association, and Li Qingshan gave him several suggestions. He hurried back to make the Illusory Cloud Association even stronger.

After Liu Chuanfeng read the letterheads, he left the Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy and worked out the antiques of the Novel School.

So on the big Illusory Cloud Island, only Li Qingshan was the chief discipliner, but before he left, he left Li Qingshan with one thing – an exquisite table.

The pen and ink paper has been set.

The white paper stretched out, and the white light appeared more and more white. On the pen holder, a row of different styles and different styles, even the rough people like Li Qingshan, did not give birth to a thought of writing something.

A few days later, Liu Chuanfeng came back and said it was a wind. In fact, in the branch office of the Illusory Cloud Association, I heard that people wrote novels, stole music in the dark, and drove the cranes. They have gone to many places in seven or eight days.

I thought, I don’t know how Li Qingshan is making trouble. Hmph hmph, writing a novel is not so simple, I must have written some junk novels, let me teach him a good time, and rebuild the majesty of my family.

Liu Chuanfeng came to Zhuxuan and saw Li Qingshan sitting at the table. Little An squatted on the floor, read a Buddhist scripture, saw Liu Chuanfeng, gave him a look, and did not speak.

Li Qingshan did not even turn his head, Liu Chuanfeng said: I am quite serious. Going over and seeing, there is a blank on the white paper, only a black ink dot dripping from the nose.

“What about writing?” asked Liu Chuanfeng.

Li Qingshan turned his head slowly: “What is written?”

“Fiction!” Liu Chuanfeng took it for granted, but he saw that his blood was faint, his hair was a little chaotic, and Li Qingshan, who was always arrogant, showed some sorrows.

“Hey!” Little An laughed and immediately glanced at Li Qingshan, spit out his tongue and made a face.

Li Qingshan finally understood, what is called three words in three days.

He began to think about writing himself, but this thought was quickly dispelled, and the memory of previous life, although forgotten, was remembered for some classic stories.

But when he tried to convert these memories into words, he immediately felt that he was not doing this.

I barely wrote a few words, and the text was so bad that he couldn’t stand it. He suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory turned out to be so boring.

He tried to drink tea and meditate, tried to drink and cheer, but he didn’t have any effect at all. He couldn’t write it at all. I even began to admire Liu Chuanfeng, let alone good or bad, at least he can make a copy.

Liu Chuanfeng tried to suppress the smile, but the smile still overflowed from every smile, and all said: “Hah, your kid is also today.”

He said: “I have said that it is not so simple. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Come and let the famous Novel School come to teach you how to write.”

Hey, Li Qingshan dropped the pen and suddenly got up: “Don’t write, it’s fun to write novels, waste time, I go to activities activities muscles and bones.” Take Little An and walk out the door, and the clouds will go away and disappear. In the darkness before dawn, his reprimand came: “No smile!”

Liu Chuanfeng speechless, sighing and shaking his head, Novel School wants to pass on, it seems really not easy!

In the evening, Liu Chuanfeng was writing at the desk. Li Qingshan pushed in and had a bruise on his face, but he was filled with a confident smile: “I want to write a novel!”

Ps: A lot of data in these two days has reached the highest level in history. The numbers are virtual, the support is true, and I am almost smirking like Liu Chuanfeng. Thank you. Many of the plots in the back have been straightened out a lot, and the mood is good. I don’t want to break out. The fastest text update has no pop-up window. There is no advertisement. Although I have a slow brain, I have enough leisure, neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. This may be unfortunate for mortals. For Norway School, it is a great fortune. Today there is probably no hope. Let me prepare, it is probably these two days! Continue to buy the bottom of the monthly ticket, seeking subscription support, I also want to write a novel wow!