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Xiao An can always immediately feel Li Qingshan's emotional changes, and tilts his head strangely.
Li Qingshan drove Liu Chuanfeng out, closed the door, and asked Xiao An about his recent practice.
Xiao An is even more weird: "What happened?"
Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and touched his head. He never thought he was an indecisive person, but now he understands that the reason why he is not indecisive is because he has not encountered something that is really difficult to decide.
It was a wish in his heart to let her restore her memory and retrieve her original name and identity. Sending her back to her hometown was the first promise he made in this world.
But if the wishes and promises of the past came at the same time, he would definitely not be able to laugh.
"I found a good thing, it may be helpful." Li Qingshan pondered for a moment, told the truth, took out the remaining half of Yishui, and explained its function to Xiaoan.
Immediately afterwards, Li Qingshan found that Xiao An's performance was not more calm than his. The hand holding the Yishui bottle even trembled slightly, causing the azure blue liquid to tremble along with it.
Without the excitement and joy that can restore the memory, she lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on the big eyes.
"I don't want to drink."
"Why?" Li Qingshan asked knowingly. They were connected. How could he not understand her concerns? If he could, he would rather not know the existence of this potion, even if he could not simply write novels to gain the power of faith.
But as an adult, he can't let the willfulness of a child. He can't let his own way, he has to do something good to "her".
"Don't be capricious. Give it a try. I just tried it. The effect is not bad. It may be really useful. Of course. It may not be useful. Don't expect too much."
Xiao'an raised her head and looked directly at Li Qingshan's eyes. With a distressing look: "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
Li Qingshan's heart gradually became firm and returned to normal. Bare teeth, and kissed her forehead again: "Where are you going, where do I go!"
Xiao An closed her eyes, raised her head and drank the remaining Yishui in the bottle.
The slightly bitter liquid flows along the throat and into the stomach, transforming into a mysterious force, spreading out, and hitting the heavenly spirit.
After a long time. Xiao An opened her eyes.
Li Qingshan said: "How is it?"
Xiao An shook his head: "No feeling."
From the day she practiced "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao", her soul has been integrated with her bones, and with countless days and nights of practice, her bones have long been stronger than King Kong. Not only is it difficult to destroy by external forces, even foreign energy cannot penetrate into it.
Therefore, whether it is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or to take pill, it is for her. There is no effect, but the enhancement is only this hue skin. Only using flames to devour flesh and blood and refining bones is her only way of cultivation.
The medicinal power of Yishui, for her, is also ineffective.
Li Qingshan was relieved and let out a sigh of relief, "I knew that the medicine that the woman refined was not so effective. Don't worry, remember something, just think about it slowly."
Xiao An gave a light "um" and said strangely: "That woman?"
"It's a messy woman, don't worry about her, come and see how my novel is." Li Qingshan hugged her on his lap, and showed her the manuscript he had copied with great pains.
Xiao'an reads it very seriously, and points out the "strange" places in the book from time to time. The so-called strange, that is, martial arts novels, is not suitable for the world in this world, and there are problems in the use of many vocabulary allusions.
Li Qingshan is a while again. It turns out that copying novels is not that simple: "What can I do?" He hasn't read a few novels. He has only been out of Wo Niu Village for a year or two. He has an understanding of the world. Nor is it profound.
Xiao An smiled and said, "I have a way."
Liu Chuanfeng was biting his pen, guessing what his apprentice had written.
Li Qingshan strode in suddenly: "Are there any novels to read?"
Liu Chuanfeng said: "What are you going to see?"
Li Qingshan said: "Anyway, I don't look at you, it's better to be famous, the more popular, the more the better."
"What's wrong with mine?" Liu Chuanfeng immediately argued. He was no longer the original Fengyue master, so he immediately took out a letter from the treasure bag: "Look, how do people praise me?"
Li Qingshan's eyes widened, and Liu Chuanfeng honestly took out a large number of books from his treasure bag, which contained hundreds of them.
Li Qingshan hugged him and left. Liu Chuanfeng shouted from behind, "Be careful, these are all treasures."
With the monk's clothes fluttering, Master Yi Nian quietly came to Yunxu Island. Outside the bamboo building where Li Qingshan was located, his eyes passed through the layers of bamboo and wood, and he saw two figures, one large and one small, under the solitary lamp.
Xiao An was lying on the floor reading a book, flipping through the pages, reading quickly, there were already a dozen books piled beside him.
Li Qingshan stood there, as if thinking about something, twisting his body from time to time, shaking his fists and feet.
He is summarizing and comprehending the gains and losses of today’s battle. If he was asked to read a book, he would have to look at seven pages when he read ten pages. But when he recalled the battle today, he felt like a movie in his mind. Every punch and kick is clearly understood. He even clearly remembered how he knocked down every disciple of the military.
Gradually, the surrounding backs dimmed, and the expressions and shapes of each soldier's disciple were also blurred. Only on the long stairs, a group of stickman-like soldier's disciples surged up.
He imitated their moves, the way they used their power, and the lights cast his shadow on the wall, moving swiftly and forcefully in a small space.
The two moved and remained silent, but formed a wonderful and warm atmosphere, which made Master Yi Nian feel inexplicably familiar. After thinking for a long time, they only remembered that it felt like home.
In order to save some lamp oil, his mother sews clothes under the moonlight and flutters with fireflies in his yard.
Master Yi Nian hurriedly suppressed these thoughts and sighed silently. If a monk keeps chanting the word "home", how can it be done
In the past few days, Li Qingshan's performance far surpassing ordinary cultivators, on the contrary, made his worries worse.
They are not related by blood, and now she is still young. If she grows a few years older, once that kind of sentiment arises, she may be more cutting-edge and chaotic, and it will be more difficult to give up.
After hesitating for a while, Master Yi Nian turned away. This session of the Fa will surely enlighten all of you from the same school, and let her enlighten her with the highest principles of Buddhism, so that she can cut off the dust.
The sound of flipping through books and the sound of fists and fists stopped one after another.
"Okay." Li Qingshan sulked Dantian and smiled. If today's battle is repeated, he is confident that he can win more easily.
Xiao An smiled and said, "Let's start!"
Under the solitary lamp, Li Qingshan wrote, Xiao An spoke, and the two modified the novel little by little to make it more in line with this era. Unconsciously, time passed by bit by bit.
Why bother to break through the iron shoes and work hard, the so-called memories, don't they happen all the time? (To be continued.
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