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Li Qingshan wanted to say, "Hey, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you here!" From beginning to end, he didn't use the slightest novelist's method. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

But in any case, this battle still made the long-decadent novelist a big boost, at least no one dared to laugh at Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist.

After Liu Chuanfeng was happy, he brought up the old matter again: "Qingshan, thanks to the efforts of my senior brother, now that the Yunxu Society you said has been basically established, the process of collecting trust is really much faster, if it goes on like this, I have great hope for building a foundation, this qiē is your idea, you should also hurry up and condense the Dayan Divine Rune!"

Li Qingshan hesitated for a moment, touched his chin and groaned.

"Yes, Qingshan, I'm just sending you!" Outside the door, a voice rang out, Sun Fubai drove the white crane, circled and fell from the sky, and landed in the courtyard.

Li Qingshan looked at it at a glance and almost didn't recognize him, only to see that Sun Fubai was still the same Sun Fubai, but there was a lot less gray hair on his head, and his face was full of red light, and he walked with the wind.

"Senior brother, your cultivation!" Liu Chuanfeng blurted out.

Originally, Sun Fubai, because of his talent, was the eighth layer of qi refining, and at this age, he had basically cut off the possibility of further progress, but he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and Sun Fubai was already at the ninth level of qi refining.

As soon as the cultivation is advanced, the true qi is greatly increased, the eight veins of the strange meridians are all smooth, and the person looks naturally young. However, the most fundamental thing is the influence of mentality, rather than waiting for the destiny to come to heaven in the bookstore. To establish the foundation of a novelist and reproduce the glory of a novelist will undoubtedly make people more spiritual.

Sun Fubai smiled: "During this time, I was not idle, and I wrote something casually. ”

The huge Yunxu Society, it is impossible to live on this novel of Liu Chuanfeng alone. Sun Fubai, as the behind-the-scenes boss of the Yunxu Society, naturally could not use the "medium" he had established. These days, whenever I finish explaining things, I have nothing to do. Then he put pen to paper.

He has read more than 10,000 books in his life, and has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and the connotation is incomparable to Liu Chuanfeng. According to the path pointed out by Li Qingshan, he changed the way of writing a little, and wrote something that the people like to see, and the effect was excellent.

Gathering a large amount of power of faith, he had been stuck in the eighth layer of qi refining for many years, and with the help of this force, he forcibly crossed the threshold and let his cultivation go further.

Li Qingshan said: "Fu Bo." Why are you back?"

Sun Fubai said: "I heard that you are going to fight a duel, so come back and take a look, it seems that you have won." ”

Now the only three remaining novelists are together again, and they have a happy event. My heart was filled with joy.

Sun Fubai said: "I also brought something back for you." ”

"Oh, what is this?" Liu Chuanfeng took an ordinary big white cloth bag from Sun Fubai's hand, except for the red silk piercing, there was nothing special about it, and there was no aura to appear.

Li Qingshan was also curious, for cultivators. Something that basically doesn't have aura is not a good thing, but Sun Fubai's gift is a bit weird.

Liu Chuanfeng opened it and saw that it was full of paper letters.

In order to get the following feedback in time, Sun Fubai asked the members of the Yunxu Society to ask the opinions of the people below after the storytelling performances in various places, and later evolved into many listeners, and sent a message to the "Fengyue master", even if they were illiterate, they also had special ghostwriting records, all of which were collected and handed over to Liu Chuanfeng.

Liu Chuanfeng hurriedly opened it and read it, among which naturally there were many praises, but also a lot of suggestions and expectations, he sat there, smirking and not listening, he, the head of the family who was the most undignified and often ridiculed and despised in the hundred schools of thought, found the respect that he had lost for a long time, and truly realized the beauty of writing novels.

This gift is indeed much more precious than any elixir spirit stone.

Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan again: "Qingshan, you like to drink, I brought you back from all over the world, although it is not as good as spiritual wine, it can help cultivation, but it also has its own taste." ”

On the territory of Qinghe Mansion for 3,000 miles, there are dozens of famous wines and wines, and the selected raw materials and brewing processes are all different.

If nothing else, this intention alone is enough to move people. Sitting at home, you can taste the best wines from all over the world, which is a pleasure.

Li Qingshan accepted dozens of jars of wine and saluted: "Fu Bo, you have a heart." ”

Sun Fubai smiled and said: "This is all a trivial matter, compared to your idea, it is nothing at all, now by your idea, the old man has planted the tree, if you refuse to enjoy the shade below, you will live up to my heart." ”

Speaking of which, who can refuse, Li Qingshan said: "I want to learn to condense the Great Yan Rune, please teach me Fubo." ”

The power of belief is endless, although in Liu Chuanfeng's hands, the effect is very average, but he doesn't know how to fight, such as summoning the iron rope out of thin air, even if he can't trap the enemy, as long as he disturbs the enemy's mind at a critical time, it has the effect of reversing the victory and defeat, and it is even easier to clean up Chu Tian's stupid man.

If he went further, the power of condensed faith was strong enough to tie up the enemy for even a second, which would be enough for him to strike an unknown number of times.

Sun Fubai smiled, the novelist can be regarded as a successor.

Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to this qiē, and only smirked at those letterheads, looking on his stomach, lying down, and squatting.

Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan looked at each other and smiled.

......

A sea, blue waves, endlessly turbulent, countless rivers, into it, the sea water transpired, turned into clouds, and filled the rivers.

At this time, suddenly there was a mysterious power, smoothing out a qiē ripple on the sea, a blue ancient clumsy rune, rising from this quiet sea, countless water dragons rose, gathered on it, the ancient clumsy rune became more and more clear and strong, exuding a restrained light. Finally suspended in the sea.

Only then did the sea water recover its waves, and faintly, it seemed that a spirit turtle swam by with its tail.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a rune flashing. The process of condensing the Great Yan Rune was much easier than he had expected at the beginning. Probably because of his true qi and pure qi, it was completed in less than three days.

It's just the way of the runes. Unusual for ordinary practice, condensing the rune is just an introduction.

Sun Fubai had already returned to Fucheng to deal with the affairs of the Yunxu Society, and Li Qingshan had given him a few more suggestions. He hurried back to make the Cloud Void Society even stronger.

And after Liu Chuanfeng read those letterheads, he left the hundred scholastic academies to follow the example of the ancient novelists and go out to collect style.

So on the huge Yunxu Island, only Li Qingshan, the chief disciple, was left, but before he left, he left one thing for Li Qingshan - an exquisite desk.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have been arranged.

The white paper stretched out, and under the light of the snow outside the window, it looked more and more white. On the pen stand, there were rows of wolves of different sizes and styles, even if a rough person like Li Qingshan couldn't help but have the idea of writing something.

A few days later, Liu Chuan came back and said that he was collecting style. In fact, I went to the branches of the Yunxu Society in various places, and I heard that the storyteller said that he had written a novel, and he had fun secretly in the dark, and he rode a white crane, and he had been to many places in seven or eight days.

I thought, I don't know what happened to Li Qingshan. Hmph, writing a novel is not that simple, I must have written some junk novels, and I will teach him a good lesson, and rebuild the majesty of the head of my family.

Liu Chuanfeng came to the bamboo pavilion, only to see Li Qingshan really sitting at the table with a pen, Xiao An lying on the floor, reading a Buddhist scripture commentary, seeing Liu Chuanfeng, glancing at him, and not speaking.

Li Qingshan didn't even turn his head, Liu Chuanfeng said in his heart: It's quite serious. When I walked over, there was a blank blank on the white paper, only a black ink dot dripping from the end of my nose.

"What about the writing?" asked Liu Chuanfeng.

Li Qingshan slowly turned his head: "What is written?"

"Novel!" Liu Chuanfeng said as a matter of course, but seeing that the bloodshot in his eyes and his hair were a little messy, Li Qingshan, who was always high-spirited, actually showed a little decadence.

"Hehe!" Xiao An laughed, and was immediately glared at by Li Qingshan, stuck out his tongue, and grimaced.

Li Qingshan finally understood what it meant to hold back six words in three days.

He began to want to write it himself, but this idea was quickly dispelled, and although he had forgotten the memories of his previous life, he still remembered some classic stories.

But when he tried to translate these memories into words, he immediately felt that he was not the material to do this.

Barely wrote some, and the text was so clumsy that he couldn't read it himself, and suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory turned out to be so boring.

He tried drinking tea to calm his mind, and he tried drinking to help him, but it didn't work at all, and he couldn't write at all. even began to admire Liu Chuanfeng a little, no matter whether it was good or bad, at least he could make up a book.

Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to suppress his smile, but the smile still overflowed from every laugh line, and he was all saying, "Ha, you kid also has today." ”

He said "earnestly": "I just said it's not that simple, everything is difficult at the beginning, come, let the famous novelist Fengyue master teach you how to write." ”

Bang, Li Qingshan threw away the pen and suddenly got up: "Don't write, what's so fun about writing novels, it's a waste of time, I'll go to activities to move my muscles." He took Xiao An and walked out of the door, drove away in the clouds, and disappeared into the darkness before dawn, and his reprimand was heard in the distance: "Don't laugh!"

Liu Chuanfeng was dumbfounded, sighed and shook his head, it seems that it is really not easy for novelists to pass it on!

In the evening, Liu Chuanfeng was writing at his desk, and Li Qingshan pushed the door in, with bruises and scars on his face, but with a confident smile: "I want to write a novel!"

PS: In the past two days, many numbers have reached the highest level in history, the numbers are virtual, the support is real, and I am about to giggle like Liu Chuanfeng, thank you. A lot of the plots in the back have also been straightened out a lot, and I'm in a good mood, I can't say that I want to break out, although I'm slow, but I'm also idle enough, I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend, this may be a misfortune for mortals, for novelists, it's really a great luck, today is probably hopeless, let me prepare, it's probably just a day or two!

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