Vol 5 Chapter 51: I want to write a novel!

Li Qingshan would like to say: "Hey, here, it seems that you have nothing to do!" From beginning to end, he did not use a little novelist's method.
But in any case, this battle has made the long-lost novelist soaring, at least no one dared to laugh at Li Qingshan, the chief disciple of the novelist.
After Liu Chuanfeng was happy, the old thing revisited: "Qingshan, the brothers who have lost their strengths, now that you have said that the cloud society has basically been established, and the process of collecting trust is really much faster. If this continues, I will have great hopes for building a foundation. All this is your idea, and you will quickly condense the big derivation!"
Li Qingshan hesitated a moment and touched his chin.
"Yeah, Castle Peak, you are worse!" Outside the door, a voice rang, Sun Fubai drove the white crane, hovering from the sky and falling in the yard.
Li Qingshan looked at him and almost didn't recognize him. He saw Sun Fubai or the Sun Fubai, but the white hair on his head was much less, and he was full of red light, walking with the wind, and there was a kind of happiness that was happy and happy. The old man’s sense of leisure is fading away, and the meaning of a young man’s enterprising is added.
"Brother, your repair is!" Liu Chuanfeng quit.
The original Sun Fubo, because of the talent, is the eight layers of refining. At this age, it has basically cut off further possibilities, but it has not been seen for half a year. Sun Fubo is already a nine-layer refining.
As a result of cultivation, the infuriating increase, the classics of the eight classics are smooth, and people look natural and young. However, the most fundamental thing is the influence of the mindset. Compared with keeping a book in the middle of a bookstore, he will build the foundation of the novelist and reproduce the novelist's glory. Undoubtedly more people can bring up the spirit.
Sun Fubai smiled and said: "I haven't been idle during this time, just write something."
偌大云虚社, it is impossible to live this novel of Liu Chuanfeng alone. As the behind-the-scenes boss of Yunxu Society, Sun Fubai naturally cannot use the "media" that he has established. In these days, whenever things are completed. If you have nothing to do, you will write a pen.
He has read and broken thousands of volumes in his life, and has experienced many vicissitudes of life. The connotation of the foundation is comparable to that of Liu Chuanfeng. According to the path indicated by Li Qingshan, he changed the way of writing slightly and wrote something that the people liked and enjoyed. The effect is actually very good. The popularity of "Cangbai old people". It is even above Liu Fengfeng’s
master of the wind
.
Bring together a lot of faith. He had been in the eight-layer refining card for many years, and this power helped him to cross the threshold. Let the cultivation go further.
Li Qingshan said: "Fouber, how come you are back?"
Sun Fubai said: "I heard that you have to fight with people, then come back and see. It seems to be winning."
Now the only three of the novelists have once again gathered together for a happy event, and their hearts are full of joy.
Sun Fubai said: "I have brought something back to you."
"Oh, what is this?" Liu Chuanfeng took a plain white cloth bag from Sun Fubai, except for the red silk tie. There is nothing special and no aura.
Li Qingshan is also curious. For the practitioners, things that are basically not aura are not good things. Sun Fubai’s gift is a bit odd.
Liu Chuanfeng opened it and it was all paper letters.
In order to get the following feedback in time, Sun Fubai let Liu Chuanfeng change the number of roads, let the members of Yunxu Society ask the following people's opinions after the storytelling performances in various places, and later evolved into many listeners, giving the message of
Fengyue Master
. Even if they are not literate, there are also special person's ghost records, all collected and handed over to Liu Chuanfeng.
Liu Chuanfeng quickly opened up to read, naturally it is praised mostly, there are many suggestions and expectations, he sat there, smirking and not listening, he is the most in the 100 schools, the most dignified, often ridiculed by the despised homeowners, found The long-lost respect, I really realized the beauty of writing novels.
This gift is indeed much more precious than what Ling Dan Lingshi.
Sun Fubai also said to Li Qingshan: "Qingshan, you like to drink alcohol. I brought you the wines from all over the country. Although it is better than the spirits, it can help the practice, but it also has its own taste."
On the boundary of the Qinghe House in Sanqianli, there are dozens of famous wines and wines. The raw materials and brewing techniques are different. Sun Fubai chooses the old products from them and brings them back to Li Qingshan.
If you don’t say anything else, it’s enough to make people feel moved. Sitting at home, you can taste the wines of all places, it is a happy thing.
Li Qingshan accepted dozens of altar wines and performed a ceremony: "Fouber, have a heart."
Sun Fubai smiled and said: "This is a trivial matter. It is nothing compared to your idea. Now, with your mind, the old man has planted the tree. If you don't want to take a ride below, you can live up to my heart. It is."
When it comes to this step, who can still refuse, Li Qingshan said: "I want to learn to condense the big derivation, please Fubo teach me."
The power of faith, the infinite endlessness, although in the hands of Liu Chuanfeng, the effect is very general, but he did not know how to fight, such as summoning the iron rope that is a trick, even if it can not be trapped, as long as the key time, disturb the enemy's mind, It’s all about reversing the outcome of the game. It’s even easier to clean up the stupid ribs of Chutian.
If you go further, the strength of the conviction is strong enough to be able to bind the enemy for even a second, enough for him to shoot many times.
Sun Fubai smiled and the novelist had a legacy.
Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to all of this, only smirking at those letters, squinting, lying, watching.
Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan smiled at each other.
......
A sea, blue waves, endless surges, countless rivers, into it, sea water transpiration, turned into gas, and filled the river.
At this time, there was suddenly a mysterious force that smoothed all the ripples on the sea. A blue-colored ancient rune, rising from this sea of ​​silence, countless water dragons rising and gathering on it, the ancient rune became It is getting clearer and stronger. Exudes restrained light and finally floats on the sea.
The seawater has recovered from the waves, and it is vague. It seems that a turtle has swam through the tail.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes and his eyes were deep. It seemed that there was a flash of a flash. The process of condensing the great derivation is much simpler than he expected at first, probably because he is pure and pure, in less than three days. It is done.
It’s just the way of the rune, it’s not like practicing, and the cognac is just getting started.
Sun Fubai has returned to Fucheng to deal with the affairs of Yunxu, and Li Qingshan gave him several suggestions. He hurried back and wanted to expand Yunxu.
After Liu Chuanfeng read the letterheads, he left the 100-study sect, and he wanted to use the novelists of the antique generation to go out.
So the vast Yunxu Island. Only Li Qingshan is the chief disciple. But before he left, he left a thing for Li Qingshan - an exquisite desk.
The pen and ink paper has been set.
The white paper stretched out and shone in the snow outside the window. More and more white, the rows of different styles on the pen holder are different, even if Li Qingshan is such a rough person. I don’t want to give birth to a thought of writing something.
A few days later, Liu Chuan came back to the wind and said that it was a wind collection. In fact, he went to the branch office of Yunxu Society in various places. He heard that the writer said that he wrote a novel and stole it in the dark. Driving a white crane, has gone to many places in seven or eight days.
Thought. I don’t know how Li Qingshan’s troubles are. Hey, writing novels is not so simple. I must have written some junk novels. Let me teach him a little and rebuild the majesty of my family.
Liu Chuanfeng came to Zhuxuanzhong and saw Li Qingshan sitting at the table. Xiao An was on the floor, reading a Buddhist scripture, and saw Liu Chuanfeng. He glanced at him and did not speak.
Li Qingshan did not even turn his head, Liu Chuan Feng Xin said: quite serious. Going over and seeing, there is a blank on the white paper, only a black ink dot dripping from the nose.

Well, what?
asked Liu Chuanfeng.
Li Qingshan slowly turned his head: "What is written?"
"Fiction!" Liu Chuan took it for granted, but he saw that his blood was looming, his hair was a little chaotic, and Li Qingshan, who was always arrogant, showed some sorrows.
"Hey!" Xiao An laughed and immediately squinted at Li Qingshan, spit out his tongue and made a face.
Li Qingshan finally understood, what is called three words in three days.
He began to want to write for himself, but this thought was quickly dispelled, and the memories of past lives, although forgotten, are still remembering some classic stories.
But when he tried to convert these memories into words, he immediately felt that he was not doing this.
I barely wrote a few words, and the text was so bad that he couldn’t stand it. He suddenly found that the classic stories in his memory turned out to be so boring.
He tried to drink tea and meditate, tried to drink and cheer, but he didn't have any effect at all. He couldn't write it. Even some people began to admire Liu Chuanfeng, let alone good or bad, at least he can make a book.
Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to suppress the smile, but the smile still overflowed from every smile, and all said: "Hah, your kid also has today."
He said: "I said it is not so simple~EbookFREE.me~ Everything is difficult at the beginning, let the famous novelist Fengyue master teach you how to write."
Hey, Li Qingshan will drop a pen and suddenly get up: "Don't write, write novels have fun, waste time, I go to activities and activities." Take Xiaoan and walk out the door, and the clouds will go away and disappear before dawn. In the darkness, his reprimand came from afar: "Don't laugh!"
Liu Chuanfeng is dumb, sighing and shaking his head, the novelist wants to pass on, it seems that it is not easy!
In the evening, Liu Chuanfeng was writing at the desk. Li Qingshan pushed in and had a bruise on his face, but he was filled with a confident smile: "I want to write a novel!"
Ps: A lot of data in these two days has reached the highest level in history. The numbers are virtual, the support is true, and I am almost smirking like Liu Chuanfeng. Thank you. Many of the plots in the back have been straightened out a lot. I feel good about it. I don’t want to break out. Although I have a slow brain, I have enough leisure. I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. This may be unfortunate for mortals. For the novelist, it is a great fortune. Today there is probably no hope. Let me prepare, it is probably these two days! Continue to buy the bottom of the monthly ticket, seeking subscription support, I also want to write a novel wow!