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Li Qingshan bounced up, "Now, when is it?"
Jue Chenzi seemed to have expected that he would ask, "All the exams are over."
Li Qingshan lay down on the ground again, letting the bull nose play, the wine was too weird. In this way, Baijia has no place for him.
Jue Chenzi said: "You don't have to worry too much about fellow Taoists, you still have a family to go."
"where?"
Juechenzi pointed to his feet: "Here."
Li Qingshan was startled slightly, "But bet I have lost, and your master can't understand me."
Jue Chenzi smiled and said: "You can be considered to have passed the Taoist exam. Although my master has a strong temper, he is also a talented person. Do you know that the thousand-day drunk you drink is worth? Normally he is not enough. Drink it, if it’s just to harm you, how can you be willing to take it out, you just have to beg him so that he can get his face back, and he will definitely take you."
Li Qingshan said: "Please, how can I beg, can I lose face only if he has the face?"
Juechenzi said: "What do you think?"
Li Qingshan sighed heavily and stood up. Face is earned by strength, not by words. How can a gas refiner be able to compare with a foundation-building monk.
Juechenzi said: "Come with me! Master, preach to the new disciple in front."
Li Qingshan had no choice but to follow.
Along the way, Juechenzi educated: "No matter how the master humiliates you, you can bear it. On the mountain road, you must overcome your fear. Now you must overcome the honor and disgrace. Only one hundred forbearance can become gold."
Li Qingshan came to the front hall without saying a word, and the sloppy Taoist sat high on it. The new disciples were sitting in the hall, among which Yu Zijian was sitting closest.
Saw Li Qingshan. Everyone cast their gazes. The sloppy preacher's voice never stopped, as if he hadn't heard it.
Li Qingshan bit his head and said, "I lost this bet."
The sloppy Taoist said: "Since I know I lost, I still don't roll down the mountain."
Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head. But seeing Juechenzi standing behind the sloppy Taoist, he said another word for forbearance. Clenched a fist.
The sloppy Taoist sneered and said, "Why, what else do you disagree with?" So in front of everyone, he mocked and scolded Li Qingshan.
Everyone showed contempt. Let you be in the limelight. Someone will take care of you.
Yu Zijian couldn't bear it, and said: "Master..."
Jue Chenzi said with eyes: "Zi Jian!" He knew the temper of the master, the more someone tried to persuade him, the worse it would be.
The scruffy Taoist scolded and became more proud: "Seeing that you are just a trash. Luckily, I came up to the mountain. Now I kneel down. Knocking my head three times, I..."
"Live..." Li Qingshan shouted loudly. Interrupted the words of the sloppy Taoist.
There was silence in the hall, and he dared to speak to a Patriarch like this, and he was still the most powerful Taoist Patriarch.
The face of the sloppy Taoist changed, and the kid had to beat him hard to let him know who the Taoist had the final say.
Li Qingshan said loudly: "If you lose, you will lose. I, Li Qingshan, confessed to the bet. Why don't you chuckle, you bullshit, it's like fart, it's stinking, and what about Taoism, I just don't enter." , Lift your leg and walk away.
Juechenzi sternly said: "Friends, Hugh is nonsense! Master!"
The sloppy Taoist's face is pale, "Let him go!"
Li Qingshan was not hindered. He walked to the bottom of the mountain in one breath, calmed down his anger, and leaped into the air, soaring through the clouds and flying towards the Dragon Snake Lake, but for a while, he was a little confused and didn't know where to go.
If he is alone, it will be easy to handle, or find a school to vote, or even go to another mansion, enter another hundred schools of sects, the world is so big, I am afraid that there is no place for him, but Now that Xiao An has entered the Buddhist school, he can't stay away. If he doesn't, he will go to the master of Yi Nian and just be a monk. This Buddha's predestined relationship will come too soon!
But then I thought about it, don't say that he doesn't want to ask, even if he is willing to ask, people may not be willing to accept it. Accepting him will really offend the sloppy Taoist.
At this time, his heart suddenly moved, maybe one of the exams is not over yet!
On the big ship last night, the teacher basically explained the order of each examination. Taoism was the first stop, and then they cruised around the islands in a clockwise order, without specifically placing everyone in the front.
Li Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Did you miss a family?"
"Which?"
"novelist."
"You reported to the novelist?" The teacher looked at him with incredible eyes, and the eyes of other gas refiners were similar.
"Yes!"
The teacher will point his hand on the square inch map, "Well, it's here, the last stop, then you can go by yourself."
Shouldn’t it be the fourth stop in order? And why did I go by myself
Li Qingshan did not think deeply about these questions, nor did he take the novelist to heart.
After a while, Li Qingshan set foot on this quiet and somewhat desolate island, here is Yunxu Island where the novelist is located.
Although the whole night has passed, the exam for the novelist in the last row may not be over yet.
However, he guessed wrong.
Li Qingshan followed a cobblestone path through a bamboo forest, and saw a quaint courtyard with fallen leaves all over the ground, as if no one was cleaning it for a long time, as if no one lived at all, it seemed that there was a woman groaning.
He frowned, knocked on the door, and yelled "Anyone?"
In the depths of the courtyard, a lazy voice "Who is it?"
Li Qingshan said: "I'm here for the exam."
The voice fell, and the wind lifted the fallen leaves. A middle-aged man rushed out of the courtyard and came to Li Qingshan. He had no handsome face. He had two beards, his clothes were disheveled, and his face had a faint powdery fragrance. There are several lip prints, and there are clear bite marks on the neck, combined with the groan just now, you know what he is doing.
"It's you?" Li Qingshan suddenly remembered that he had a relationship with this person in the ** building the day before yesterday.
"It's you!" The middle-aged man also thought of Li Qingshan, all kinds of messages appeared in his heart, the water attribute was first, and he was seventeen-year-old at the sixth level, genius, genius! Thinking excitedly. Brother really didn't lie to me, brother really didn't lie to me!
"Are you a novelist's teacher?" Li Qingshan watched his age. It's definitely not a disciple. As for the possibility of being the Patriarch, he hadn't thought about it at all. He had met all Patriarchs once, and they all had a certain temperament. Even the sloppy Taoist who makes his hateful teeth tickle, he has the style of the head of the family.
The middle-aged man is busy trimming his shirt. Wipe off the lip marks, cough slightly, and stand with his hands behind. "I am the novelist and patron. Liu Chuanfeng!"
Li Qingshan stayed for a while, turned around and wanted to leave. No wonder no one reported to the novelist. Then he thought, the most important thing now is to find a place to stay and patiently said: "I don't know how to take the exam?" Is it possible to write composition.
Liu Chuan wind scratched his head. It seems even more at a loss than Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan feels more and more unreliable, is it possible that the exam is over
Liu Chuanfeng suddenly brightened his eyes. Grabbing Li Qingshan's shoulders, "You passed! You passed!"
"What?" Li Qingshan had indeed guessed wrong. The novelist's exam didn't end, but didn't start at all.
Liu Chuanfeng's next words made Li Qingshan even more struck by lightning, "From today, you are the chief disciple of my novelist!" With that said, he took out a one-word waist card from his treasure bag and handed it to Li Qingshan. On the waist. Without asking which family Li Qingshan would choose, he wanted to book his name in a silly way.
Li Qingshan took a deep breath and asked softly, "Novelist, no, I'm the only disciple!" It must not be the case, it must not be the case!
"Um!"
it is as expected!
Li Qingshan unzipped his waist card expressionlessly, and tossed it vigorously. With a "swish" of the waist card, he disappeared in the bamboo forest, and he turned and left.
Behind him, Liu Chuanfeng shouted violently: "Stop me!"
Li Qingshan immediately became alert, but saw that Liu Chuanfeng didn't do anything, but took out one thing from the treasure bag and threw it in front of Li Qingshan.
"As long as you join my novelist, this specially made cloud pen is yours."
Li Qingshan did not expect that when he was smashed with a spiritual weapon, his heart was slightly turbulent, and when he looked down, his heart was as stagnant as the middle-grade spiritual weapon. A hundred pieces of these things add up, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to exchange for a superb spiritual weapon. This is not so much bribery as it is humiliation!
Li Qingshan didn't say much, but silently took out ten middle-grade spirit artifacts from the treasure bag, then took them back, arched his hands, and left. (Book Bookstore www.shushu5.com is the fastest update)
Liu Chuanfeng let out a mournful cry: "Friends of Taoism, just beg you!"
Li Qingshan stood still, raised his head and let out a long sigh. It's better to be asked than to beg. The most important thing is a place to stay. It's so deserted here, maybe it's suitable for him to practice!
Turned around and stretched out his hand.
"what?"
"Waist card!" Li Qingshan heard that the chief disciple walked among hundreds of families. He had many privileges and was able to [freely] go in and out of places where ordinary disciples could not, so that it would be convenient for Li Qingshan to study in each family in the future.
Liu Chuanfeng was overjoyed, but Li Qingshan would really agree to it. With a sudden wave of his hand, a small dog appeared out of thin air, barking, rushing to the depths of the bamboo forest, and after a while, came back with a waist card in his mouth.
Li Qingshan took it, and the puppy disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. He couldn't help but be surprised: "This is?"
Liu Chuanfeng said triumphantly: "The secret skills of my novelist are beyond the imagination of the vulgar generation."
Li Qingshan keenly noticed that the hickey on Liu Chuanfeng's face had disappeared somehow, and even the powdery scent disappeared. Perhaps the novelist really has some extraordinary abilities.
Liu Chuanfeng invited Li Qingshan into the [Room]. This was a suspended bamboo house with a bamboo and wood structure. The smell of ink floated in the dark room. The low table covered with paper was messy and densely packed with text.
Liu Chuanfeng pushed aside the paper, exposing the table top, and asked Li Qingshan to sit down, pouring the tea eagerly.
Li Qingshan then picked up a piece of paper and asked, "You wrote these?"
Liu Chuanfeng proudly said: "Yes, you can call me Master Fengyue, that is my pen name."
Very familiar, really familiar, I must have heard it somewhere!
There was a flash of inspiration in Li Qingshan's mind, and the name of the author on the book that Sun Fubai quietly stuffed him was not just the four words Master Fengyue.
He suddenly understood why Sun Fubai had such a performance, and why no one reported to the novelist! Huo Ran got up and kicked the low table in front of him.
Go write a novel for your mother!
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