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Chapter 28—The Disciples
Liu Chuanfeng also took the case, "Boy, I think you are a talent, so you are allowed to score three points. Don't put your nose on your face. You can insult me, but you can't insult novels."
"It's you that I insulted. The novel you wrote is rubbish, rubbish!" Li Qingshan scolded, clenching his fist.
"You... You..." Liu Chuan Fengji pointed at Li Qingshan, furious.
The wind rolled in the sky, and the cloud shadows covered it. The sun no longer fell in the house, and the bamboo building was a little dim.
Li Qingshan felt that a strange qi, rising in Liu Chuan's wind body, came from the pressure of the ten-layer gas refiner, and it has only now begun to appear.
Come on, let me see what the novelist is capable of.
"Li Qingshan, you will be locked up by the shackles and bitten by the beasts. Now it's too late to regret admitting your mistake." Liu Chuanfeng's real energy suddenly released, and the ink fragrance became stronger and stronger.
Li Qingshan said: "You, yes, little, say, yes, rubbish, rubbish!"
"Adverse disciple!" Liu Chuan was outraged, holding a brush in his hand and swiping it vigorously.
With a clatter, the long chain flew up and wrapped tightly around Li Qingshan. With a click, a pair of wooden shackles clasped Li Qingshan's neck.
"All the beasts cried together!" Liu Chuan said.
Tigers, bears, lions, wolves, snakes...
All kinds of ferocious beasts came out courageously, roared in terror, and pounced on Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan frowned, but it was not fear, but disappointment.
Shocked all over, arms spread out, broke the iron lock, grabbed the wooden yoke, and smashed it easily.
At this time, the beast rushed in front of him, his mind moved, with a clear moan, the Qingxi sword flew up, swish, swish, and turned into a blue light, before the room turned vertically and horizontally, all the beasts died.
The shackles are just ordinary shackles, and the beasts are just ordinary beasts. They are acceptable to deal with ordinary people. They are still good for dealing with gas refiners. He is a warrior like him, which is nothing but a dream.
He just stood here, let these beasts bite, can they break through his protective body and bite his skin
Spelling his fingers like a sword, one pointed at Liu Chuanfeng, "It's not enough!" In the blink of an eye, Qingxijian forced him to Liu Chuanfeng's eyes.
Liu Chuanfeng hurriedly said, "Monk Bigfoot, come out!"
Li Qingshan's heart was stunned, because he had read this name in the book Sun Fubai gave him. He was a man with supernatural ability. According to the description in the book, he could never win.
The novelist also understands that he can summon the characters in the book. Is he finally going to show his true strength
A fat monk who showed his bosom appeared out of thin air. The most conspicuous thing was the pair of big feet below, kicking the Qingxi sword flying with one kick, and then stepping on Li Qingshan's chest.
The majestic momentum, destroying the stele and cracking the stone, is far beyond the comparison of the talented beasts.
Li Qingshan was about to avoid Qifeng for a while, and suddenly his feet were sluggish. I don’t know when, the floor has turned into a quagmire. This small quagmire of ~~www.shushuw.cn-update first~~ naturally can't trap him, but it arouses. His fighting spirit, okay, I'll try your power, slam my heart, punch out, and hit the soles of the monk's feet.
The result was unexpected. He only heard a loud bang, and the Monk Bigfoot flew back at a faster speed than before, and disappeared in the air again.
Liu Chuanfeng felt cold on the back of his neck, and the Qingxi Sword sprang up and hurriedly transported his Zhenqi body.
But this was just the sound of Li Qingshan, his murderous aura skyrocketed, and he stepped in front of Liu Chuanfeng with his palm like a knife, forcibly breaking his body guard's innocence. Please keep in mind
Liu Chuanfeng exclaimed: "The hero is forgiving!" I saw the palm knife steadily stopping in front of him.
Li Qingshan put away his hand, recalled the Qingxi sword, put the low table that was kicked down again, sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured another cup for Liu Chuanfeng.
The sky passed by the clouds, the sun was shining, and it was tranquil in the mist of tea.
Liu Chuanfeng was stunned for a moment, then came to the low table and sat down cross-legged, "You..."
Li Qingshan stretched out a hand. Although this world does not have the etiquette to shake hands, Liu Chuanfeng was stunned for a while before he woke up and took his hand.
Li Qingshan shook his hand, "We will get along well in the future. There are only two of us on this island, and it is estimated that no one will come."
If Liu Chuanfeng did not use the power of a novelist, but only used the identity of a ten-layer gas refiner to cast some normal spells in the battle just now.
If Li Qingshan didn't use the "Sword Book with Cursive Characters", it would be difficult to win. The gap between several layers of Qi refining would be difficult to make up even if there is a strong body refining and the opponent has no will to fight.
He wanted to see the power of the novelist, and Liu Chuanfeng wanted to show the power of the novelist, but the result was not optimistic. No, he directly erased Li Qingshan’s last hope. At this time, he was rather open to it. There is no longer any anger.
Anyway, he doesn't lack the practice of Dharma Jue. "Guishui Condensing Qi Jue" is enough to support the foundation building realm. When that happens, he is not afraid of not finding a better exercise method.
The most important thing to come to the Hundred Schools of Classics is to learn skills such as alchemy, refining, and formations. You can learn it no matter where you are. The identity of the chief disciple can also provide a lot of convenience. One of them is to be free. You don't need anyone's permission to enter and exit the Baijia Jingyuan.
In other families, in order to compete for such an identity, I don't know how much competition it has to go through, how can it be as easy as in a novelist. Not being taken seriously, not paying attention, is not necessarily a bad thing, just meditation.
Sitting in front of Li Qingshan, Liu Chuanfeng was very cautious. This time the novelist really received an incredible disciple. He watched Li Qingshan meditate and did not dare to bother. After a while, Li Qingshan sighed and asked: "What are we? It’s time to start practicing, the means of the family, you have just seen it, it can be described as endless..."
Li Qingshan listened quietly without interrupting. The novelist's ability is very special. He can make fakes come true, make things out of nothing, and turn fantasy into reality.
According to the origin of the family, a monk in ancient times traveled to a place and heard that there was a ghost in the local area who specializes in absorbing children’s anger. The children who were captured by him would shrink and die. It would panic all the people in the city. The discoloration.
However, the monk had never heard of such a monster. After careful examination, it was found that it was not a ghost, but a strange disease. The reason was that all the well water in the city was contaminated by a special vein of spiritual stone underground. The child system Poor, can't resist, but adults are fine.
He purified the water with his power, healed the child, and everything was resolved. Then when he was about to leave, he saw the ghost with his own eyes, and it was exactly the same as the legend.
Ghosts that didn't exist, actually appeared in this world, because people believed in its existence, and powerful beliefs converged into one force. But this is not enough, and some kind of opportunity is needed.
He found the underground vein of spirit stone that polluted the water source, forming a wonderful loop, similar to a certain rune array, which provided the existence of this opportunity. He began to think, can his mana provide that kind of opportunity
A brand-new spiritual path was opened. At first, it was only a record of folk street talks and weird legends, which turned them into rumors, which were passed on through people’s ears. After generations of inheritance and innovation, especially the Mohist's institutions that produced printed books, it finally became today's novelist.
Lies are said a thousand times to be true, use pen and ink to create legends, let themselves become opportunities, and illusions will be resurrected in their hands, which can be all-encompassing and all-encompassing. If it is interesting, there is probably no other company that can compare to a novelist.
However, Li Qingshan has already seen the actual combat effect just now. Unfortunately, it is only fun. Fun can't win the enemy. To write a novel that people believe is true and laugh and cry for the characters in the book is probably more difficult than governing a city. It’s much bigger, anyway, the practitioners don’t need money, as long as you hire a few masters who know how to govern, and then smash millions of dollars down, you can prosper and flourish the local governance.
Although Li Qingshan has read a lot of good novels in his previous life, he doesn't mind making a copy of the essay, but more than ten years have passed and he has forgotten to go to Java. In contrast, he still honestly compiles his own "Guishui "Condensing Qi Jue" now!
Faced with Liu Chuanfeng's expectant eyes, Li Qingshan shook his head and refused: "Thank you, no need, where is my room?"
Liu Chuanfeng was disappointed and said with a strong smile: "It's very big here, just live here."
Li Qingshan bowed slightly, walked out, and walked around the courtyard, and found that although it is not as big as the Taoist temple, it is not small.
The overhead bamboo and wood buildings form a winding corridor of corridors. When you step on the ground, there will be empty and crisp echoes. The spring breeze is blowing on your face and the bamboo forest is swaying, bringing a bit of coolness.
With the footsteps, water waves gradually rippled under the bamboo building, the water waves gradually deepened, and came to the backyard, separated the bamboo door, a small green lake, reflecting the blue sky and green bamboo, the scenery was beautiful.
A bamboo rocking chair lay quietly under the corridor, Li Qingshan lay on it, squeaked and shook it gently, it seemed that this could pass the floating life and wash away the dust.
He lay down for a while, then stood up, smiled slightly, and finally found a home. Here, you don't have to worry about being murdered, you don't have to think about killing people, you can practice slowly.
Now, it's time to see Xiao An.
When he arrived at the front hall, Liu Chuanfeng had no idea where he was going. A set of blue shirts was neatly stacked and placed in front of the door with a cloud virtual pen on it.
Li Qingshan changed his clothes, picked up his pen, put on his waistband, and flew to the "Wu Leak Island" of the Buddhist school.
The full name is Sanwu Leaking Island, which is Buddhist terminology, the three learnings of precept, concentration, and wisdom. There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures, "Taking the mind is precept, because of precepts produces concentration, because of concentration produces wisdom, so it is called Sanwudao." It is also called Sanwu Island, or Jie Dinghui Island.
When you come to the sky above the island, you can see it from a distance. There are many pagodas, majestic treasures, and the faint sound of Buddhist music and Zen singing. The scale is no longer under the Taoist Wuwei Island, Xiaoan is in it.
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In Liuyunfang, Shuhai Bookstore, Liu Chuanfeng hit the ground as soon as he entered the door.
Sun Fubai said in his heart: "Junior Brother, what are you doing? Could it be that... the novelist has been abolished?"
The Hundred Schools in the Hundred Schools of Classics are not fixed, and there will be some differences in each prefecture. Except for the nine-rate and ten permanent schools, there are no small houses such as Lejia Medical School in many places.
The same applies to the survival of the fittest. The novelist has not had any disciple for many years. The owners of each family have already co-signed a letter to the Baijiajingyuan in Ruyi County to erase the stain of the Qinghe Prefecture.
If the novelist is not one of the nine tier ten schools appointed by the Emperor Holy Ancestor, the above has already agreed. Even so, an ultimatum was issued. If Liu Chuanfeng, the Patriarch, can no longer become a foundation monk or receive a disciple, he will abolish the novelist in Qinghe Mansion and take back Yunxu Island for other families to use.
Sun Fubai was a novelist and couldn't bear to see this happen. He had no choice but to see a talented refiner and he had to give it a try. It was just a case, but in fact, there was no hope.
Liu Chuanfeng shook his head abruptly, "Thank you brother, thank you brother, the family has a successor, so don't worry about being abandoned."
"Who is it?" Sun Fubai opened his eyes wide, who was so unlucky
"Li Qingshan!" Although he has a bad temper and refuses to learn the secrets of novelists, he is still the real chief disciple of novelists.
Sun Fubai was stunned for a while, his eyes were a little red, and his efforts finally paid off.
"Junior Brother!"
"Brother!"
"Boss, what are the techniques here?" A moment later, a gas refiner walked in, just in time to see Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai holding hands and looking at their tears.
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After Li Qingshan left, in order to show his tolerance, the sloppy Taoist talked for a while, let the crowd disperse, and asked Jue Chenzi: "Where did the bastard go?"
Juechenzi said: "Master, it seems...it seems..."
"What are you hesitating to do? If you have something to say, do you want to beg that the thief is bald? Or go to Liu Changqing, want to make up the exam?"
Juechenzi said: "Neither, he went to Yunxu Island."
Sloppy said humanely: "What, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Jue Chenzi said: "I was going to tell you just now that you just said the three words Li Qingshan, you told me to shut up."
The sloppy Taoist slapped his thigh: "Oh! He might as well be a monk with that thief. Go and let him get me back, and I will admit him into Taoism."
Jue Chenzi said: "It's too late. Family Master Liu submitted the roster immediately. Li Qingshan is already a disciple of a novelist, and he is also the chief."
The Hundred Schools of Classics has its own rules. No matter how you compete when you open the test, you will be the disciple of which house you enter. No one can change this. Otherwise, the Hundreds of Classics will be a mess.
The sloppy Taoist felt regretful, and Li Qingshan's perseverance was in line with his appetite. He dared to rush towards the foundation monk, and the head of the family yelled at him. Others might think it rude. But in addition to his anger, he also had some appreciation. When he was young, he was also famous for his arrogance and lack of respect. Because of this bad temper, I don't know how much he suffered.
"Master, even if you scolded a few words, what you say later is too insulting to your personality. No wonder he is not angry."
"You mean the master is wrong?"
"The disciples dare not."
The sloppy Taoist became annoyed and said, "Someone doesn't do it and writes a novel. What kind of virtues can I think he can mix?"
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