Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 51: I want to write a novel!

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Li Qingshan would like to say, "Hey, there seems to be nothing to do with you!" From beginning to end, he didn't use a little Novel School.

But in any case, this battle still made the long-dead Novel School boom. At least no one dared to laugh at Lee Qingshan, the chief Novel School disciple.

After Liu Chuanfeng was happy, the old thing was reiterated: "Qingshan, thanks to the contribution of Senior Brother, now the Yunxu Society you said has been basically established, and the process of collecting trust has been much faster. In this way, my Foundation Establishment is promising Well, all of these are your ideas, so hurry up and condense Great Amplifying Divine Symbol! "

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

"Yeah, Qingshan, it's your fault!" Outside the door, a voice sounded loudly. Sun Fubai controlled the white crane, hovering down from the sky and falling in the yard.

Li Qingshan looked at him and almost did n’t recognize him. I saw that Sun Fubai was still that Sun Fubai, but there was a lot less white hair on his head, and he was full of red light. , The original leisure intention that belonged to old man faded away, and there was a more aggressive intention for the middle-aged people.

"Senior Brother, your cultivation base!" Liu Chuanfeng blurted out.

The original Sun Fubai, because of Innate Skill, is Qi Refining Eighth Level. At this age, it is basically cut off from further possibilities, but I have n’t seen it for half a year. Sun Fubai is already Qi Refining nine layers.

As soon as cultivation base enters, True Qi increases greatly, and all the classic eight meridians is unobstructed. People look naturally young. However, the most fundamental thing is the influence of mentality. To establish the foundation of Novel School and reproduce the glory of Novel School will undoubtedly make people more spiritual.

Sun Fubai laughed: "I haven't been idle during this time, so I just wrote something."

It ’s impossible to live a novel by Liu Chuanfeng alone. As the behind-the-scenes boss of Yunxu Society, Sun Fubai is naturally impossible not to use the "medium" established by itself. These days, whenever things are finished, nothing happens. Then he wrote a pen.

He has read ten thousand volumes in his life, and has experienced the vicissitudes of life. The connotation of background is beyond what Liu Chuanfeng can match. Following the path indicated by Li Qingshan, I changed the way of writing a little and wrote some things that people like to hear. The effect is actually very good. Now the popularity of "Cangbai old man" ​​is even more important in the "Wind Moon Master" of Liu Chuanfeng. on.

Gathered a lot of power of faith, he originally has been in the Qi Refining Eighth Level card for many years, with the help of this force, he suddenly crossed the threshold and let cultivation base go one step further.

Lee Qingshan said: "Fubai. Why are you back?"

Sun Fubai said: "I heard that you are going to duel with someone, so come back and see, it seems to have won."

Now, the only three people in this Novel School are gathered together again, and there are happy events. I am very happy in my heart.

Sun Fubai said: "I brought you something back."

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

Li Qingshan is also curious, for cultivation. Basically, something without Spiritual Qi is not a good thing. The gift of Sun Fubai is a little weird.

Open Liu Chuanfeng, it is full of paper letters.

Sun Fubai In order to get the following feedback in time, so that Liu Chuanfeng can change the way, let the members of Yunxu Society ask the views of the following people after speaking in various places, and later evolved into a lot of listeners. Messages, even if they are not literate, there are also written records of special personnel, all collected and forwarded to Liu Chuanfeng.

Liu Chuanfeng quickly opened to read, which was naturally praised, and there were many suggestions and expectations. He sat there, smirked and did not listen. He is the most dignified and ridiculous housekeeper in Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy. I found the long-lost respect and truly realized the beauty of writing novels.

This gift is indeed more precious than any Spiritual Pill spirit stones.

Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan: "Qingshan, you like drinking, I bring you the wine from all over the world. Although it is not comparable to spirit wine, it can help cultivation, but it also has its own taste."

There are dozens of famous wines and fine wines produced in the land of Clear River in Sanqianli. The selected raw materials and brewing techniques are all different. Sun Fubai selects the top grades from them and brings them back to Lee Qingshan. .

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

Li Qingshan accepted dozens of fine wines, and gave a gift: "Fubai, have a heart."

Sun Fubai smiled and said: "This is a trivial matter. It's nothing compared to your idea. Now, with your ideas, the old man has planted the tree. If you don't want to take the cool down below, you will fail me. 'S heart is full. "

At this point, who can refuse, Li Qingshan said: "I want to learn coagulation Great Amplifying Divine Symbol, please Fubai teach me."

The power of conviction is infinite, and although in the hands of Liu Chuanfeng, the effect is very general, but he did n’t know how to fight, such as the trick of summoning Tie Suo from the sky, even if he ca n’t trap the enemy, as long as the enemy is at a critical time The mind has the effect of reversing the outcome, it is easier to clean up the stupid idiot of Chu Tian.

If you go one step further, the strength of the condensed faith is strong enough to bind the enemy for even a second, which is enough for him to do not know how many times.

Sun Fubai smiles, Novel School has a legacy.

Liu Chuanfeng is deaf to all this, only smirking at those letterheads, watching on the side, lying on the side, and squatting.

Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan smiled at each other.

......

A sea, blue waves, endless turbulence, countless rivers, into which the seawater transpired into clouds, and filled the river again.

At this time, suddenly there was a mysterious power that smoothed all the ripples on the sea. A clear blue ancient rune rises from this quiet sea, and countless Water Dragon rises, converging on it, the ancient Humble rune just It became clearer and stronger, exuding a restrained light. Finally suspended in the sea.

The sea water has just recovered, and vaguely, it seems that an Spirit Turtle has swam through the tail.

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

It ’s just Divine Symbol. Unusual cultivation, condensation Divine Symbol is just an entry.

Sun Fubai has returned to Fucheng to deal with Yunxu Society ’s affairs, and Li Qingshan has made several suggestions for him. He hurried back home to make Yunxu Society stronger.

And after reading the letterhead, Liu Chuanfeng left Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy, to follow the Novel School of the antique generation, and go out to collect the wind.

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

The pen, ink and paper inkstones have been set.

The white paper spreads out, and it becomes more white under the light of the snow outside the window. A row of wolves of different sizes and styles on the pen holder, even a rough person like Li Qingshan, could not help but have the idea of ​​writing something.

After a few days, Liu Chuanfeng came back from the wind and said it was the wind. In fact, I went to the branches established by Yunxu Society in various places. I heard people said that they wrote novels, stolen music in the dark, and drove Baihe.

I thought, I do n’t know what happened to Li Qingshan. hmph hmph, writing novels is not that simple. I must have written some **** novels. Treat me to teach him a bit and rebuild the majesty of the head of my family.

Liu Chuanfeng came to Zhu Xuan and saw that Li Qingshan was sitting at the table with a pen. Xiao An was lying on the floor, reading a commentary on the Buddhist scriptures, and saw Liu Chuanfeng. He glanced at him without speaking.

Li Qingshan didn't even turn his head, Liu Chuanfeng thought: quite serious. When I walked over to see it, there was nothing on the white paper, only a black ink spot dripping from the nose.

"How about it?" Liu Chuanfeng asked.

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

"Fiction!" Liu Chuanfeng took it for granted, but he saw bloodshot in his eyes, and his hair was a little messy. Li Qingshan, who was always high-spirited, actually showed a little decadence.

"Hee hee!" Xiao An laughed out loud, and was immediately glared by Li Qingshan, spit out his tongue, and made a grimace.

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

He started thinking about writing by himself, but this thought was quickly dispelled, and although the memory of previous life was forgotten, he still remembered some classic stories.

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

Reluctantly wrote some, and the words were so bad that he could n’t see it anymore, and suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory were so boring.

He tried drinking tea and meditating, drinking and cheering, but he did n’t do anything at all and could n’t write it. He even started to admire Liu Chuanfeng, no matter how good or bad, at least he can still make up a book.

Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to restrain the smile, but the smile still overflowed from each smile, all said: "Hah, your kid has today."

His "speaking heart is long": "I said it was not that simple, everything was difficult at first, come, let the famous Novel School master Fengyue teach you how to write."

pa, Li Qingshan lost the pen, and suddenly got up: "No longer writing, what fun is there to write a novel, wasting time, I go to the activity muscles and bones." Take Xiaoan out of the door, the cloud goes away, disappears In the darkness before dawn, his rebuke came from far away: "No laugh!"

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, and Li Qingshan pushed in the door, with bruises on his face, but a confident smile: "I want to write a novel!"

ps: Many of the data in the past two days have reached the highest level in history. The numbers are virtual and the support is true. I am about to smirk like Liu Chuanfeng. Thank you. Many of the following plots have also been smoothed out. I feel good and say that there is no need to explode. Although my hand is slow, but I have enough leisure. I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. This may be unfortunate for mortals. For Novel School, it is a great luck. Maybe there is no hope today. Let me prepare for it. It is probably these two days! Continue to ask for the end of the monthly ticket, for subscription support, I also want to write a novel!