Vol 5 Chapter 28: Novel disciple

Chapter 28—Disciples
Liu Chuanfeng also took the case. "Kid, I think you are a personal talent, only let you three points, you don't lick your nose, you can insult me, but you can't insult the novel."
"I am insulting you, the novel you wrote is rubbish, rubbish!" Li Qingshan shouted with a fist.
"You...you..." Liu Chuan said that Li Qingshan was angry.
The sky is full of wind and clouds, and the clouds cover it. The sun is no longer in the house, and some of the bamboo buildings are dim.
Li Qingshan felt that a strange instinct rose in the wind and body of Liuchuan, and the pressure from the ten-layer refiners began to appear.
Come on, let me see what the novelist has.
"Li Qingshan, you will be locked by the shackles, the beasts bite, and now regret it is still too late to admit." Liu Chuanfeng body is really violently released, the ink fragrance is more and more heavy.
Li Qingshan said: "You, small, say, yes, waste, garbage!"
"Counter!" Liu Chuanfeng out of anger, holding a brush and slamming it.
With a bang, the long chain flew up and wrapped around Li Qingshan. With a bang, a pair of rafts clasped Li Qingshan’s neck.
"The beasts are screaming!" Liu Chuan said.
Tigers, bears, lions, wolves, snakes...
All kinds of fierce beasts, bravely came out, sent out horror, and rushed to Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan wrinkled his eyebrows, but he was not afraid, but disappointed.
Shocked, arms spread out, broke the iron lock, grabbed the raft, and shredded.
At this time, the beast rushed to his eyes, and his mind was moved, and a clear voice, Qingxi Jianfei swept up, smashed, turned into a blue light, only in the room turned into a vertical and horizontal, the beast died.
The shackles are just ordinary shackles. The beasts are just ordinary beasts. They are used to deal with ordinary people, to deal with the refiners, or his warriors who are war-torn. It is simply an idiotic dream.
He is standing here, letting these beasts bite, can they break the instinct of his body and bite his skin?
Fighting like a sword, pointing to Liu Chuanfeng, "not enough!" Qingxi Jianyan eyes, forced to Liu Chuanfeng before the eyes.
Liu Chuanfeng is busy: "The bigfoot monk, come out!"
Li Qingshan had a glimpse of his heart, because he had read this name in the book that Sun Fubai gave him. He was a very capable person. According to the words in the book, he could never win.
I was able to summon the characters in the book. The novelist also understands, is it finally necessary to come up with real strength?
A fat monk with a bare chest, appearing out of thin air, the most conspicuous is the following big feet, kicking the Qingxi sword on one foot, and then stepping on the chest of Li Qingshan.
The mammoth, destroying the cracked stone, far from being comparable to the beasts.
Li Qingshan is trying to avoid Qifeng. Suddenly, the foot is sluggish. I don’t know when the floor has turned into a mud. This small mud can't stop him, and it will stir up his fighting. Ok, let me try. Your power, will be a heart, a punch, hit the foot of the big foot monk.
The result was unexpected. I only heard a loud bang, and the big-footed monk flew back at a faster speed than in the past, and disappeared in the air.
Liu Chuanfeng felt that the back of the neck was cold, and the Qingxi sword spurred and came to the rescue.
But this is only the voice of Li Qingshan, who is smothered by the air. He stepped into the front of Liu Chuanfeng and took the palm of his hand. He hardened his body. Please keep in mind
Liu Chuanfeng called: "Good man spares!" I saw that the knife stopped and stopped in front of him.
Li Qingshan put away his hand and recalled the Qingxi sword. He put the low table that was kicked down again, sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured a cup of Liu Chuanfeng.
The sky is over the clouds, the sun is shining, and the tea mist is shining in the mist.
Liu Chuan took a sigh of relief and came to the low table and sat down cross-legged. "You..."
Li Qingshan held out a hand. Although the world did not have a handshake, Liu Chuan took a moment to wake up and hold his hand.
Li Qingshan shakes his hand. "I will get along well in the future. There are two of us on this island. It is estimated that there will be no one coming."
If the Liu Chuanfeng does not use the power of the novelist, but only by a ten-layer refiner, to display some normal spells.
If Li Qingshan does not use the "Curved Sword Book", it will be difficult to win. The gap between several layers of refining, even if there is a strong refining body, the opponent has no fighting will, it is difficult to make up.
He wants to see the power of the novelist, and Liu Chuanfeng wants to show the power of the novelist. The result is very pessimistic. No, it directly erases Li Qingshan’s last hope. At this time, he can see it. There is no longer any angry emotions.
Anyway, he is not lacking in the practice of the law, and the "drinking water and gas" is enough to support the realm of building the foundation. At that time, it is not afraid to find a better method.
The most important thing to come to the 100 schools is to learn the skills of alchemy, refining, and formation. This is where you can learn. The identity of the chief disciple can also provide a lot of convenience. One of them is that you can be free. There is no need for permission from anyone to enter or leave the 100 schools.
In other families, in order to compete for such an identity, I do not know how much competition to experience, so it is as easy as a novelist. Not being valued, not paying attention, it is not necessarily a bad thing, just meditate.
Liu Chuanfeng was sitting in front of Li Qingshan. He was very cautious. This novelist really took a dissatisfied disciple. He looked at Li Qingshan’s contemplation and did not dare to disturb. After a while, he listened to Li Qingshan and asked:
What are we? When you start to practice, the means of the family, you have only seen it, it can be described as endless change..."
Li Qingshan listened quietly and did not interrupt. The novelist's ability was very special. He could make a false realization, behave nothing, and turn fantasy into reality.
According to the origin of the family, a monk in ancient times traveled to a place. He heard that there was a ghost in the local area that was specifically tempted by children. The children who were taken by him would shrink and die, and the people in the city would be worried. The color changes.
However, the monk has never heard of such a monster. After careful examination, it is not a ghost, but a strange disease. All the well water in the city is polluted by a special Lingshi vein in the ground. Poor, can't resist, but adults are not.
He used his power to purify the water, healed the child, and everything was solved. Then, when he was about to leave, he saw the ghost with his own eyes, and it was exactly the same as the legend.
The ghosts that do not exist really appear in this world, because people believe in its existence, and strong beliefs converge into a force. But this is not enough. It still needs some kind of opportunity.
He discovered that the pebble veins of the polluted water source formed a wonderful loop, similar to a rune matrix, providing the opportunity for this opportunity. He began to think, can his mana provide such an opportunity?
A brand-new practice road was opened. It was originally recorded in the folk street talks, quirky legends, and turned into story rumors, which were passed down by people. After a generation of inheritance and innovation, especially the ink-making department of Mohist made the book, it finally formed today's novelist.
Lies say that a thousand times is true, using pens and inks to create legends, to make themselves an opportunity, illusion to resurrect in their hands, can be all-encompassing, all-encompassing. If it is interesting, there is probably no one that can match the novelist.
However, Li Qingshan has already seen the actual combat effect. Unfortunately, it is just fun. It is interesting to win the enemy. Write a novel that people believe in, and laugh and cry for the characters in the book. It is more difficult than managing a city. It must be much bigger. Anyway, the practitioners are not short of money. Just ask a few masters who understand the ruling, and then pluck the millions of dollars into two, so that the prosperity of local governance can flourish.
Although Li Qingshan has seen many good novels in his previous life, he does not mind doing a copy of the text, but after more than a decade, he forgot to go to the Java country. In contrast, he still honestly repaired his own "Shui Shui Condensed and decided!
In the face of Liu Chuanfeng's eyes, Li Qingshan shook his head and refused: "Thank you, no need, where is my room?"
Liu Chuanfeng was disappointed and smiled. "There is a big big here, just stay."
Li Qingshan was slightly in the body and went out. He turned around inside and outside the courtyard and found that although it was not as big as the size of the Taoist palace, it was not too small.
The overhead bamboo and wood buildings form a winding path of the cloister. When you step on the ground, there will be a hollow and resounding echo. The spring breeze will sway and the bamboo forest will sway, bringing coolness.
With the footsteps, the water ripples gradually swayed under the bamboo building, and the water waves gradually deepened. They came to the backyard, separated the bamboo doors, and a small green lake reflected the blue sky and bamboo. The scenery was beautiful.
A bamboo rocking chair, quietly lying under the porch, Li Qingshan lay on it, screaming, gently shaking, it seems that you can pass the floating life, wash away the dust.
He lay down for a while, then stood up and smiled, finally got a place to live. Here, you don't have to worry about being murdered, you don't have to think about killing, you can practice it slowly.
Now, it’s time to go see Xiao An.
When I came to the front hall, Liu Chuanfeng had no idea where to go. A set of green shirts was neatly stacked and placed in front of the door, with a cloud-filled pen resting on it.
Li Qingshan changed his clothes, picked up the pen, took a good waist card, drove the clouds, and flew to the "no-leak island" of the Buddha.
Known as the Three-No-Leak Island, it is a Buddhist term, and it is a martial art. There are clouds in the Buddhist scriptures. "The heart is the ring, because the life is fixed, because of the life and wisdom, it is called the three without missing." Also known as the three islands, or the Ding Hui Island.
When I came to the island, I saw it far away. The stupa was standing, the treasure was solemn, and there was a vague sing of the Buddha. The size of Wu’an was no longer under the Taoist island.
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In Liu Yunfang and Shuhai Bookstore, Liu Chuanfeng went to the door as soon as he entered the door.
Sun Fubo’s heart is a deep sink:
Teacher, what are you doing, is it... the novelist is abolished?

The 100 schools in the 100 schools are not fixed. Every house will have some differences. Apart from the nine homes and ten families, the Lejia doctors and other small families are not available in many places.
Hundreds of families are also the same survival of the fittest. The novelist has no disciples for many years. The family owners have already jointly signed a book to the 100 schools of Ruyi County to erase the stains of this hundred houses in Qinghe Prefecture.
If the novelist is not one of the nine streams and ten kings appointed by the Emperor of the Holy Father, the above has already been answered. Even so, the ultimatum was made. If Liu Chuanfeng, the owner of this family, could no longer become a base-builder or receive a disciple, he would abolish the novelist of Qinghe Prefecture and take back Yunxu Island for use by other families.
Sun Fubai was born as a novelist. He couldn't bear to see this happening. When he couldn't help but see a talented refiner, he had to try it. It was nothing but a case, but there was no hope.
Liu Chuanfeng shook his head violently. "Thank you for your brother, thank you to your brother, and you have a family. You don't have to worry about being abolished."
"Who is it?" Sun Fubai's eyes wide open, who is so unlucky?
"Li Qingshan!" Although the temper is not very good, he still refuses to learn the secrets of the novelist, but he is still the real disciple of the novelist.
Sun Fubai stunned for a while, his eyes were a little red, and his efforts finally paid off.
"Teacher!"
"Brother!"
"Boss, what are the exercises here?" After a while, a refiner walked in, just to see Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai look at the tears, and they were speechless, scared, and hurried out.
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After Li Qingshan left, the martyrs in order to show their temperament, and then talked about the Tao for a while, let the crowds disperse, and asked the dust: "Where did the go?"
The dusty road: "Master, it seems... seems..."
"What are you hesitant to say, if you have something to say, do you want to go to the thief? Or go to Liu Changqing and want to make up the exam?"
The dusty road said: "No, he went to Yunxu Island."
The martyr said: "What, why don't you tell me early?"
The dusty road said: "I want to tell you just now, just said the three words of Li Qingshan, you will let me shut up."
The martyr took a thigh: "Oh! He might as well go to the thief as a monk~EbookFREE.me~ You go let him roll me back, I will accept him into the Taoist."
The dusty road said: "It is too late, Liu Jiazhu first submitted the roster, Li Qingshan is a novelist disciple, and is still the chief."
Hundreds of sects have their own rules of the 100 sects, no matter how they fight for the trial, but which one is the disciple, which is unchangeable, otherwise the 100 schools have already become a mess.
The martyrdom of the martyrdom, Li Qingshan's perseverance and staunchness, this is very suitable for his appetite, dare to build a base monk, the head of the family yells, others may think it is rude. However, he was anxious, but he also had some appreciation. He thought that when he was young, he was also famous for his arrogance and arrogance. Because of this stench, he did not know how much he suffered.
"Master, you have to say a few words, and what you said later is too insulting personality. No wonder he is mad."
"You mean the master is wrong?"
"The disciple does not dare."
The martyr was annoyed and said: "Someone doesn't do it, write a novel, I see what kind of virtue he can mix?"