Vol 5 Chapter 36: The rise of the novelist

> Li Qingshan wakes up from the entrance, it is already in the middle of the moon, the silver is like a wash, the light shines on the earth. 1(1)
The rows of bamboo buildings are cut into pieces of light and shadow.
On the ground, there is also a beam of light rising from the sky.
He suddenly found himself in the pillar of light, which was the aura of the law.
In the sea of ​​Dantian, the infuriating air becomes more and more full. Under the suppression of the tortoise, it is necessary to use the purity of the ring, like a pure and infinite lake. But as long as he needs it, he can also make waves and destroy everything that is in front of him.
Li Qingshan smiled slightly. With this help from the law, the refining period would not be his obstacle. He stepped out of the circle and walked along the corridors of light and shadow to his residence, a bamboo building on the lake.
After the morning selection, haven't had time to clean up?
He will stay in the 100 schools for a long time, and he has to clean up.
In the bamboo raft, the lights loomed, and the vocals were faintly heard. Li Qingshan smiled and pushed the door open.
Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai are sitting opposite each other and turning their heads together, "Qingshan."
Li Qingshan went to the table and sat down cross-legged. He asked: "Is it decided?"
"Decision." Liu Chuanfeng's eyes are red, it seems like crying. Agreeing with Li Qingshan’s remarks is tantamount to denying all efforts in the past. It means that the personal thing he condenses will leave him forever and will never appear in this world.
Although they are false and lifeless, they have actually spent countless days and nights with him. If Sun Fubo did not persuade him, he would never be able to make a decision in such a short period of time.
Sun Fubai said: "When the day is bright, I will tell people to recall and destroy those novels."
Li Qingshan said: "There is no need, let them naturally fade."
"Ah?" Liu Chuan winds his eyes wide.
Li Qingshan said: "What I need is just a determination. I hate that. I don't want to sacrifice anything. I just want to sit still and wait for others to save. Fortunately, you are not."
Liu Chuanfeng is like a perfect life. Grabbing Li Qingshan’s hand and saying thank you.
After his mood was calm, Li Qingshan said: "That's it!"
"How come?" Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai face each other.
Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders: "Of course it is the method of teaching my novelist."
"You... are you willing to learn?" Liu Chuanfeng could not believe that the attitude of Li Qingshan at the beginning was quite determined.
"Not necessarily, first understand, but may learn, I am not a savior, it is impossible to save the novelist without knowing the novelist." Li Qingshan is of course the principle that he pursues, or does not If you want to do it, you will do it.
Liu Chuanfeng was full of excitement, but Sun Fubai was worried about it. A fresh and powerful blood was injected into this decaying body. Can it be brought back to life? Even this blood is wasted.
But in any case, the novelist who has been stagnant for many years, once again, began to move forward.
"Brother. You talk!"
Sun Fubai cleared the scorpion and began teaching.
The novelist's method is not difficult in cultivation. It does not even need to practice another law. It only needs to be based on the "dehydration of water". (1_1) Only need to condense a charm in the body.
The deity is a kind of charm. But it is different from the ordinary charm, the charm is heaven and earth, the practitioner can communicate with the world, but the charm can communicate with another special power. The power of faith from the heart of the soul.
The practitioners who have the runes have a secular world. The name of the that the mortal thinks is called the "Da Yan Fu".
In the distant past, the ancient monk re-enacted the twisted form of the underground spirit, which is the embryonic form of the Da Yan Fu. The first step of the novelist’s disciple is to condense this The gods come.
This is not difficult for Li Qingshan. It is expected that it can be done for up to ten days, and the attributes on the water nails play a vital role.
But for the novelist disciple, it is only the simplest step. How to gather the power of faith and expand this charm is the most difficult.
It is not easy to write a novel that can become a legend, but in the past life of Li Qingshan, he saw it with his own eyes, and many people did it! He witnessed the birth of many legendary figures. If the world is full of the gods, they will certainly live in this world.
So what is he going to do now? Find one of them to copy?
Seeing Li Qingshan’s method of learning novelists, without destroying his own novels, Liu Chuanfeng regained his spirit and said with pride:
If you look down on me, but you want to write this novel, it’s really not easy to write. If you write it yourself, fear it’s still Not comparable to me."
Li Qingshan was deeply impressed. He was not sitting down to write the novel, and he did not say that he could not remember so many words in his previous life. Even if he remembered, could he change this?
Those stories full of modern tastes may not be in line with the ideas of people of this era. In the end, they will only be regarded as a lunatic nightmare. Even if you really copy a classic legend, how many years will it take to precipitate accumulation? Even if he succeeded in the end, it was only his own business, and he could not save the novelist.
Sun Fubo also thought of this problem early, and some worried sighs, "This is not easy!"
Li Qingshan has a well-thought-out road: "We think you have made the most important question wrong!"
"what?"
"The novel is also good, the charm is also good, it is just an opportunity, the most important thing is the medium!"
"What does the medium mean?" This new vocabulary makes Sun Fubo and Liu Chuanfeng somewhat puzzling.
Li Qingshan explained: "It is the channel of communication. Even if you write the novel out of flowers, no one will look at it. It is also awkward."
Liu Chuanfeng disapproved of saying: "If you think this is the problem, it is too small to look at us."
Li Qingshan knows that Sun Fubai has a very large industry in the mortal world, and all the overall situation in the Qinghe government. They are all under his name. As long as Liu Chuanfeng writes it, no matter how miserable the content is, it can be printed by Mohist printing presses in large quantities, and placed in shops everywhere, each of which is cheap and even free. It is useless.
Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Is it all?"
"What else?" Liu Chuan said.
Li Qingshan said: "I was born in a small mountain village. There is no shop there. I have not seen a book for more than ten years. People who are literate can count it with a slap."
"What about that?" Liu Chuanfeng stunned, the foolish people in the mountain village, illiterate is also very normal. Those people, even the readers of mortals, look down on them, let alone the disciples.
Sun Fubai seems to have some understanding.
Li Qingshan said again: "You just said that the Confucian ruler's bureaucrats will also condense a charm in the body!"
"Yeah, the charm is called Daxian, which is actually the original merit of the Taoist."
Merit is a crucial vocabulary for ancient monks. The difficulty of practice is high, and the monsters are a threat. Force them to use all the power that can be used.
The two kinds of charms use two distinct forces 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 were willing to set up longevity cards, and they were enshrined in the day and night.
Although the merits can't be faked like a big one. Unreality is a reality. However, there is a deep blessing and a good effect.
In the chaotic era of the demon, chay is even more important than power. The practitioners often encounter the dilemma of "the corner meets the dog. It is the demon", regardless of what talent you are. Also only when the snacks are off the court.
What, the foundation of the monk, when you are a demon handsome will not come out for a walk? There is also a powerful alien, a horrible magician,
The power of the individual is really too small. Even if you have been practicing in the world for a lifetime, it is inevitable that "people sit at home and come from heaven."
Therefore, learning divination and accumulating merits has become an essential subject for monks. It is possible to predict this situation, and even more luck does not encounter this situation, it becomes very important.
In this era, there is no need to worry about this situation anymore. Although the practitioners still struggle with each other, they are very gentle and lovely compared with the demon ghosts and the aliens.
It takes a lot of money to pay for the merits, and there are only disciples in Confucianism who will become the official side of this road. Many monks will sigh the moral collapse and the heart is not old.
Sun Fubai said: "Aoyama, what do you mean?"
Li Qingshan said: "I mean, you have misunderstood your identity from the very beginning. What the novelist is concerned with is not how to make a story, but like the bureaucrats from Confucianism, to run this three thousand miles. Land, try to make as many people as possible, become the communicator of the story."
"You may think that those people are ignorant, but when do we need wise men? Isn't it just a group of fools who believe in the ghosts to make the ghosts come true? To be honest, I have no prejudice about the things you write, just don't I like it, but what I don't like doesn't mean that everyone doesn't like it."
"I believe that they are not so demanding for the story, even compared to the poems written by the great Confucianism, they will prefer the ones you write, novels. The audience of Yangchun Baixue is always better than the Libyan people."
Liu Chuanfeng’s eyes lit up. If he really got to that step, he would not be difficult to break through the realm of building a foundation. But I was annoyed: "But they don't know how to read!" It can't take a few years to teach the old farmer to read the word!
"This is only the longest-term planning and strategy. Can't teach old farmers to read, can't teach children? We don't need money, we have to organize hundreds of thousands of hopes... privately, teach children to read words for free, one day sooner or later, They can be the cornerstone of the novelist."
Sun Fubai was also stunned by Li Qingshan's plan. This kind of vision completely surpassed their imagination. Even if it is taught to be classless, Confucius's Confucianism will not think about what to hope... private, most Well, they don’t know big words in their lives, and they are safe and steady.
The partiality of this plan seems to be so reasonable. They always think about how to write a touching novel, but they don’t think about cultivating readers, or they are trained from these lowest and ignorant peasants. Perhaps He came from a mountain village to think of this!
I hope that the idea of ​​private school is just too good. They can even use the novel as an enlightenment reading. Of course, they can't use Liu Chuanfeng. This is his intention to let Liu Chuanfeng destroy those. It was like lighting a bright light in front of the eyes, and as Lenovo went deeper, the bright light quickly burned into the sun.
Li Qingshan gave them time to digest, and then continued: "If you look closer, it is not just words, you can spread the story!"
In his time, there were still not many people who would sit down and read, but through various media, the "God" created in 20 years was more than the past two thousand years.
Sun Fubai’s idea has been opened.
What are you talking about?

"We need to say, sing, play, all who can spread the story for us, and then unite them to form one, a association, called Yunxu." Li Qingshan stretched his right hand, a fierce grip, Then wave a big hand: "Let them go to every corner of Qinghe House to tell the story we wrote."
These people, in this world, are truly inferior people, despised everywhere, and even lower than the farmers. The refiners and these people don’t know how much the world is separated, but now they say they want to use their power. Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai didn't even think about it, but when they thought about it, they felt that it made a lot of sense.
Originally, Li Qingshan said that he could save the novelist. They still can't believe it, just in the thought of trying it out. But now, they all believe, this method can go to ~EbookFREE.me~ If you follow Li Qingshan's ideas, the novelist has a future.
"Don't write at the desk again. Going out and setting up all of this may take a little while, but as long as it succeeds, we will explain that the year is the end of the world, and many people will believe that we can use what power. ?The power of the end?" Li Qingshan smiled.
Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were too excited to be themselves. There was only one thought in mind, and the novelist was saved.
"Fouber, this thing will be very troublesome, you need to use the energy of the mortal, to find as many helpers as possible, to complete a little."
Sun Fubai smiled and waved his hand: "I am not afraid of trouble, not afraid of trouble." At this age, his cultivation has long been stagnant, and the significance of insisting on practice is not very big, but if he can really make this thing, his repair may not be Can't go one step further and reach a realm that could not have been imagined.
The power gathered by the gods is a routine force that transcends practice. Whether it is for the novelist or himself, he will go all out.
The rise of the novelist, the cause buried in this moonlight night. (To be continued.)