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Li Qingshan wanted to say: "Hey, there seems to be nothing wrong with you!" From start to finish, he didn't use any novelist methods.
But in any case, this battle still made the long-lost novelist vigorous, at least no one would dare to laugh at Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist.
After Liu Chuanfeng was overjoyed, the old thing was repeated: "Qingshan, thanks to the help of the brothers, the Yunxu Society you mentioned has basically been established. The process of gathering trust has indeed been much faster. If this continues, I have great hope for building a foundation. All this is your idea, and you should quickly condense the Dayan Rune!"
Li Qingshan hesitated, rubbing his chin and groaning.
"Yes, Qingshan, I'm leaving you!" A voice rang out loudly outside the door, and Sun Fubai drove the white crane, hovering from the sky, and landed in the yard.
Li Qingshan glanced at him, almost didn't recognize him, only Sun Fubai was still the Sun Fubai, but the white hair on his head was much less, and his face was red, and he walked with the wind. There is a kind of happy spirit of joy, which originally belonged to The old man's sense of leisure has faded, and there is more of the enterprising meaning of the mature man.
"Brother, your cultivation base!" Liu Chuanfeng blurted out.
The original Sun Fubai, because of his talent, was on the eighth level of Qi refining. At this age, he had basically cut off the possibility of further progress, but he hadn't seen him for half a year. Sun Fubai was already on the ninth level of Qi refining.
As soon as the cultivation base is advanced, the true energy is greatly increased, all the Qi meridians and the eight meridians are smooth, and people look naturally young. However, the most fundamental thing is the influence of mentality, rather than waiting for the destiny to arrive at the bookstore. To build the foundation of a novelist and to reproduce the glory of the novelist will undoubtedly make people more spiritual.
Sun Fubai smiled and said, "I haven't been idle during this period, and I just wrote something casually."
It's impossible for the big Yunxu She to live on this novel by Liu Chuanfeng alone. As the behind-the-scenes boss of Yunxu Society, Sun Fubai is naturally impossible not to use the "media" he has established. These days, whenever things are explained, there is nothing to do. Then he wrote a pen.
He has read and broken thousands of books throughout his life, and he has gone through the vicissitudes of life. Following the path pointed out by Li Qingshan, I slightly changed the way of writing, writing something that the common people would like to hear, and the effect was excellent. Now the popularity of "Old Cangbai" is even higher than that of Liu Chuanfeng, the "Master of Wind Moon". .
Having gathered a large amount of power of belief, he had been stuck in the eighth layer of Qi refining for many years, and with the help of this force, he violently crossed the threshold and allowed his cultivation to go further.
Li Qingshan said: "Uncle Fu. Why are you back?"
Sun Fubai said: "I heard that you were going to fight someone, so I came back and looked at it. It seems that I won."
Now the only three people left by the novelist, once again gathered together for a happy event. I was overjoyed in my heart.
Sun Fubai said, "I also brought you something back."
"Oh, what is this?" Liu Chuanfeng took an ordinary big white cloth bag from Sun Fubai, except for the red silk to tie the mouth, there was nothing special, and there was no aura.
Li Qingshan also became curious, for practitioners. Things that basically lack aura are not good things, but Sun Fubai's gift is a bit weird.
Liu Chuanfeng opened it and saw that it was full of paper letters.
In order for Sun Fubai to get the following feedback in time, so that Liu Chuanfeng could change his way and asked the members of Yunxu Society to ask the people below for their opinions after storytelling and performances in various places. Later, they evolved into many listeners who addressed the "Master of Fengyue". Even though they are not literate, there are ghostwriter records, all of which are collected and forwarded to Liu Chuanfeng.
Liu Chuanfeng quickly opened and read. Of course, most of them were praised, and there were also many suggestions and expectations. He sat there, smirking and not listening. He, the most dignified and often ridiculed patriarch, found him in the Hundred Schools of Classics. It's been a long time~~www.shushuw.cn-update first release~~respect, and truly appreciate the beauty of writing novels.
This gift is indeed much more precious than any elixirs and spiritual stones.
Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan again: "Qingshan, you like to drink. I brought you fine wines from all over the world. Although it is not as good as wine, it can help practice, but it also has its own taste."
There are dozens of famous wines and wines produced on the boundary of Qinghe Mansion for three thousand miles. The selected raw materials and brewing techniques are all different. Sun Fubai selected the top grades of aged wines from them and brought them back to Li Qingshan.
Aside from anything else, this intention alone is enough to move people. Sitting at home, you can taste the fine wines from all over the world, which is even more pleasant.
Li Qingshan accepted dozens of jars of fine wine and saluted: "Uncle Fu, I'm interested."
Sun Fubai smiled and said, "These are all trivial things. They are nothing compared to your ideas. Now, with your idea, the old man has planted the tree. If you refuse to take a shelter underneath, you will disappoint me. NS."
Speaking of this step, who can refuse, Li Qingshan said: "I want to learn to condense the Dayan Rune, please teach me Uncle Fu."
The power of belief is endless. Although the effect is very ordinary in Liu Chuanfeng’s hands, he does not know how to fight. Both have the effect of reversing the outcome, and it is even easier to clean up Chutian's stupid idiot.
If you take it one step further, the strength of the condensed belief is strong enough to hold the enemy for even one second, and he will make many shots.
Sun Fubai smiled, and the novelist is considered to have inherited it.
Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to all of this, just smirked at those letter papers, watching, lying down, and squatting.
Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan looked at each other and smiled.
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A piece of sea, azure blue waves, endless turbulent, countless rivers, merge into it, the seawater evaporates, turns into cloud gas, and fills the rivers again.
At this time, suddenly there was a mysterious power that smoothed all the ripples on the sea. An azure blue ancient rune rose from this quiet sea, and countless water dragons rose and gathered on it, and the ancient rune changed. It became clearer and stronger, exuding a restrained light. Finally suspended at sea.
The sea water resumed its waves, and in a vague way, it seemed that a spirit turtle was swimming by its tail.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, a magical rune seemed to flash. The process of condensing Dayan runes was much simpler than he had initially expected. Probably because of his innocence, it took less than three days to complete it.
It's just the way of runes. Unusual practice, condensing magic runes is just an introduction.
Sun Fubai had already returned to Fucheng to deal with Yunxu Society's affairs, and Li Qingshan gave him a few more suggestions. He hurried back, trying to grow Yunxu Society even more.
After Liu Chuanfeng read the letterheads, he left the Hundred Schools of Classics and wanted to imitate the novelists of the antiquity era and go out to collect styles.
So on the huge Yunxu Island, only Li Qingshan, the chief disciple, remained, but before he left, he left one thing for Li Qingshan—a delicate desk.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been laid out.
The white paper stretched out, and it became more and more white under the shining snow outside the window. On the pen holder is a row of wolves with different sizes and styles. Even a rough person like Li Qingshan can't help but have the idea of writing something.
A few days later, Liu Chuan's style came back, saying it was a style. In fact, I went to the branch offices of Yunxu Society in various places. I heard that the writer said that he wrote novels, stealing pleasure in the dark, driving white cranes, and went to many places in seven or eight days.
I thought, I don’t know what happened to Li Qingshan. Hmph, writing novels is not that simple. I must have written some rubbish novels, and wait for me to teach him a lesson and rebuild the majesty of the head of my family.
When Liu Chuanfeng came to Zhuxuan, he saw Li Qingshan sitting at the table holding a pen, and Xiaoan lying on the floor, reading a commentary on the Buddhist scriptures, saw Liu Chuanfeng, glanced at him, and said nothing.
Li Qingshan didn't even turn his head, and Liu Chuanfeng said in his heart: Pretty serious. I walked over and saw that the white paper was blank except for a black ink dot dripping from the tip of the nose.
"Well written?" Liu Chuanfeng asked.
Li Qingshan slowly turned his head: "What's written?"
"Fiction!" Liu Chuanfeng took it for granted, but saw that bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes and his hair was a bit messy. Li Qingshan, who was always excited, showed a little bit of depression.
"Hehe!" Xiao An laughed out loud, and Li Qingshan glared at him immediately, sticking out his tongue and making a face.
Li Qingshan finally understood what is meant by suffocating six characters in three days.
He began to want to write by himself, but this idea was quickly dispelled, and although the memory of the previous life was forgotten, he still remembers some classic stories.
However, when he tried to convert these memories into words and put them on the pen, he immediately felt that he was not doing this piece of material.
Reluctantly wrote some, but the text was so bad that he couldn't bear it, and suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory were so boring.
He tried drinking tea for meditation and drinking alcohol to add to the excitement, but it didn't work at all, and he couldn't write it at all. He even started to admire Liu Chuanfeng a little, regardless of good or bad, at least he was able to collect a book.
Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to suppress his smile, but the smile still overflowed from every smile line, all saying: "Ha, your kid also has today."
He said "with a heart and soul": "I said it's not that simple. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Come, let the famous novelist Fengyue Master teach you how to write."
Snap, Li Qingshan dropped his pen and got up suddenly: "No more, what's so fun about writing novels? I'm a waste of time. I will move my muscles and bones." Taking Xiaoan, he walked out the door, drove away in the clouds and disappeared before dawn. In the darkness, he heard his reprimand from far away: "Don't laugh!"
Liu Chuanfeng was dumb, sighed and shook his head. It seems that it is really not easy for the novelist to pass on it!
In the evening, Liu Chuanfeng was writing at his desk. Li Qingshan opened the door and walked in, with bruises on his face, but a confident smile: "I want to write a novel!"
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