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Li Qingshan awakened from entering concentration, and it was already in the middle of the moon, shining as silver, shining all over the earth.
Row upon row, the bamboo buildings stretched into pieces, cut into a piece of light and shadow by Yuehua.
On the ground, there is also a beam of light rising into the sky, adding radiance to each other.
He suddenly found himself in this beam of light, which was the aura of the magic circle.
In the Dantian Qi Sea, Zhen Qi became more and more full. Under the suppression of the spirit turtle and the purification of the Xumi ring, it was like a pure and boundless lake, which could not be turbulent. But as long as he needs it, he can also set off a huge wave and destroy everything in front of him.
Li Qingshan smiled slightly. With the help of this magic circle, the Qi refining period would not be an obstacle to him. He stepped out of the magic circle and walked along the corridor of light and shadow to his residence, a bamboo building facing the lake.
Haven't had time to clean up after choosing in the morning
He is going to stay in the Baijiajingyuan for a long time, and he has to clean up.
Lights loomed in the bamboo basket and human voices faintly heard. Li Qingshan smiled slightly and pushed open the door.
Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai sat facing each other, and turned their heads together, "Qingshan."
Li Qingshan walked to the table, sat down cross-legged, and asked flatly, "It's decided?"
"It's decided." Liu Chuanfeng's eyes were red, as if he had cried. Agreeing to what Li Qingshan said is equivalent to denying all past efforts. It also means that the person he condensed will leave him forever and never appear in this world again.
Although they were false and lifeless, they really spent countless days and nights with him. If it hadn't been for Sun Fubai's persuasion, he would never have made a decision in such a short time.
Sun Fubai said: "Wait at dawn. I will order people to recall and destroy those novels."
Li Qingshan said: "That's not necessary, just let them fade naturally."
"Huh?" Liu Chuanfeng opened his eyes wide.
Li Qingshan said, "All I need is a determination. I hate the kind of people who don't want to sacrifice anything and just want to sit still and wait for others to save. Fortunately, you are not."
Liu Chuanfeng is like a dead end. Grasping Li Qingshan's hand and saying thank you.
When his mood calmed down, Li Qingshan said, "Let's start!"
"How to start?" Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai looked at each other.
Li Qingshan shrugged: "Of course it is the way to teach me novelists."
"You... Are you willing to learn?" Liu Chuanfeng said in disbelief. Li Qingshan's attitude at the beginning was quite determined.
"Not necessarily, you need to understand first, but you may learn it. I am not a savior. It is impossible to save the novelist without knowing the novelist." Li Qingshan took it for granted. The principle he pursued is, either , Do it to the end.
Liu Chuanfeng was full of excitement, but Sun Fubai was worried, a fresh and powerful blood poured into this decayed body, could it be brought back to life? Even this blood was wasted.
But in any case, the novelist who has been stagnant for many years, once again, begins to move forward.
"Brother. Come on!"
Sun Fubai cleared his throat and began to teach.
The method of the novelist is not difficult in cultivation, and it does not even need to practice another method of Jue. You only need to use the "Kui Shui Condensed Qi Jue" as the foundation. Only need to condense a magic rune in the body.
A magic rune is a kind of magic rune. But it is different from ordinary charms, which are heaven and earth documents, and practitioners can communicate with the heavens and the earth, but magic runes can communicate with another special power. The power of faith from the hearts of living beings.
Practitioners who have magic runes will have the world. The character of the god that mortal people think of, the name of that rune is "Dayan Talisman".
In the distant past, the ancient monk reproduced the twisted shape of that underground spiritual vein. That was the embryonic form of the Dayan Talisman. The first step taken by the novelist disciple was to condense this one. The rune comes.
This is not difficult for Li Qingshan. It is estimated that it can be done in up to ten days. The attributes on the water armor play a vital role.
But this is just the easiest step for the novelist's disciples. How to gather the power of faith and grow this rune is the most difficult.
It is not easy to write a novel that can become a legend, but in Li Qingshan's previous life, he saw it with his own eyes, and many people did it! He witnessed the birth of many legendary characters with his own eyes. If that world Dayan rune existed, they would definitely appear in this world alive.
So what is he doing now? Find one of them to copy
Seeing that Li Qingshan was willing to learn the methods of novelists without having to destroy his own novels, Liu Chuanfeng regained his spirit and proudly said: "Although you look down on me, it is really not easy to write a novel. If you write it yourself, you are afraid of paying Not as good as me."
Li Qingshan felt so deeply. He wasn't supposed to sit down and write novels, not to mention that he couldn't remember so many words in his previous life. Even if he remembered it, could he change all of this
Those stories full of modern flavors, I am afraid that they are not in line with the ideas of the people of this era, and will eventually be regarded as the dreams of a madman. Even if a classic legend is really copied for him, how many years will it take to accumulate? Even if he succeeds in the end, it is only his own business, not to mention saving the novelist.
Sun Fubai had thought about this problem a long time ago, and sighed with some anxiety, "It's not easy!"
Li Qingshan said confidently: "We think you got the most important question wrong!"
"what?"
"No matter whether it is a novel or a magic rune, it is just an opportunity. The most important thing is the medium!"
"What does the medium mean?" This fresh vocabulary made Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng a little puzzled.
Li Qingshan briefly explained: "It is the so-called channel of dissemination. Even if you write the novel out of flowers, no one will read it, it is in vain."
Liu Chuanfeng said disapprovingly: "If you think this is the problem, you would underestimate us."
As soon as Li Qingshan knew, Sun Fubai was in the mortal world and also had a huge industry, Qinghe Mansion, all the big bookstores. They are all under his name. As long as Liu Chuanfeng writes them, no matter how unbearable the content is, they can be printed in large quantities by Mohist printing presses and placed in bookstores everywhere. Each copy is cheap, even free. . All useless.
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "That's it?"
"What else?" Liu Chuanfeng said.
Li Qingshan said, "I was born in a small mountain village. There is no bookstore there. I haven't seen a book in more than ten years. People who can read there can count with one slap."
"So what?" Liu Chuanfeng was at a loss. It is normal for the foolish people in the mountain villages to be illiterate. Those people, even the scholars among mortals look down upon them, let alone dignified spirit refiners.
But Sun Fubai seemed to have some enlightenment.
Li Qingshan said again: "You said just now that the Confucian official guarding one side will also condense a magic rune in his body!"
"Yes, the magic rune is called the Great Xian Rune, which is actually the original Taoist virtue rune."
Merit is a very important vocabulary for ancient monks. The difficulty of cultivation is high, and monsters and monsters are the most threatening. Force them to use all available power.
The two kinds of runes make use of two completely different powers in the human heart, one is to believe, the other is to be grateful. After the ancient monks did good deeds, there were often small people who wished to set up a memorial tablet for longevity to enshrine the benefactor day and night.
Although merit talismans cannot be faked and become true like Dayan talismans. Turn illusion into reality. But it has a deep blessing and the effect of turning bad luck into good fortune.
In that chaotic era of demons walking around, luck is even more important than strength. Practitioners often encounter the dilemma of "a dog at a corner. At first glance, it is a demon general", no matter what talent you are. Only when the dim sum ends.
What, Brother Zhuji, won't you go out for a walk as a demon commander? There are also powerful strangers, terrifying monks in the magic way, and their personal strength is too small. Even if you practice in seclusion for a lifetime, it is inevitable that "when people sit at home, disaster will come from heaven."
Therefore, learning divination and accumulating merits have become necessary subjects for monks. It is very important to be able to predict this situation, and even a little luck not to encounter this situation.
And in this era, there is no need to worry about this situation anymore. Although the practitioners still fight each other fiercely, they are very gentle and lovely compared with demons and ghosts and strangers.
Spending effort to accumulate merits has become a bit more of a loss. In Confucianism, only disciples who are ineffective will take the path of officialdom. Many monks lament the collapse of morality and the unrest of the people.
Sun Fubai said, "Qingshan, what do you mean?"
Li Qingshan said: "I mean, you have mistaken your identities from the beginning. The novelist's concern is not how to make up the story, but like the officials from Confucianism, to run the three thousand li. Try to make as many people as possible the disseminators of the story."
"You may think that those people are stupid, but when do we need to be wise? Isn’t it just a group of fools who came to believe in that ghost to make the ghost come true? To be honest, I have no prejudice against what you wrote, just not What I like but I don’t like doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t like it.”
"I believe that they don't have such high demands on stories, and they will even like your novels more than those written by confucian poets. The audience of Yangchun Baixue will always be inferior to the lower Liba people."
Liu Chuanfeng's eyes lit up, and if he had reached that point, it would not be difficult for him to break through the realm of foundation building. But he was troubled and said: "But they are illiterate // The fastest text update, no pop-ups, no ads //!" You can't spend a few years to teach old farmers how to read!
"This is just the longest plan and strategy. Can't we teach old farmers to read, and can't we teach children? We are not short of money to organize hundreds of hopes... Private schools, free to teach children to read and read. Sooner or later, they Can be the cornerstone of novelists."
Sun Fubai was also stunned by Li Qingshan's plan. This vision completely surpassed their imagination. Even if the Confucian school of Fuze is very educated, they would not think about what hope to do... Private school, the best They don't know big Chinese all their lives, and they are their own petty people in peace and stability.
The plan of partial birth seems so reasonable. They always think about how to write moving novels, but they don’t want to cultivate readers. They should cultivate from the children of these lowest and ignorant peasants. Perhaps it is. He came from a mountain village, he could only think of this!
I hope the idea of the private school is so good. They can even use novels as enlightenment reading materials. Of course, they can't use Liu Chuanfeng's kind. It turns out that this is his intention to let Liu Chuanfeng destroy those books. It seemed that a beacon lighted up in front of the eyes, and as the Lenovo deepened, the beacon soon burned into the sun.
Li Qingshan gave them time to digest, and then continued: "If you look closer, it's not just words that can spread the story!"
In his time, there were still not many people willing to sit down and study, but through various media, more "gods" were created in twenty years than in the past two thousand years.
Sun Fubai's thoughts have been opened up, "You mean?"
"We need storytellers, singers, actors, all the people who can spread the story for us, and then unite them to form one, an association, called Yunxu Society." Li Qingshan stretched out his right hand and shook it fiercely. Then he waved his hand: "Let them go to every corner of Qinghe Mansion to tell the story we wrote."
These people, in this world, are truly inferior, despised everywhere, and their status is even lower than that of farmers. The Qi refiner and these people don't know how many worlds are separated, but now they say they want to use their power. Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai didn't even think about it, but after careful consideration, they found it reasonable.
Originally, Li Qingshan said that he could save novelists, but they still couldn't believe it all, but just wanted to give it a try. But now, they all believe that this method can work. If it is implemented according to Li Qingshan's ideas, the novelist has a future.
"Stop writing at the desk. Going out and building this up may take some time, but as long as it succeeds, we mean that the year is the end of the world. Many people will believe that what power can we use at that time? The power of the doomsday?" Li Qingshan said with a smile.
Both Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were so excited that they had only one thought in their hearts that the novelist was saved.
"Fu Bo, this matter will be very troublesome. You need to use your mortal energy to find as many helpers as possible to complete it little by little."
Sun Fubai smiled and waved his hand: "I'm not afraid of trouble, I'm not afraid of trouble." At his age, his cultivation base has already stagnated, and the meaning of persisting in cultivation is not very significant, but if this thing can really be done, his cultivation base may not be necessary. Can't take it to the next level and reach a realm that could not have been imagined.
The power gathered by the runes is a kind of power that transcends the conventions of practice. Whether it is for the novelist or himself, he will definitely go all out.
The rise of the novelist, on this bright moon night, buried the cause. (To be continued)
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