Legend of the Great Sage

Chapter 28 The Disciples

Liu Chuanfeng also complained, "Boy, I think you are a talent, that's why I let you get three points. Don't put your nose on your face. You can insult me, but you can't insult the novel."

"I insulted you, the novel you wrote is rubbish, rubbish!" Li Qingshan scolded with clenched fists.

"You...you..." Liu Chuanfeng pointed at Li Qingshan, furious.

The sky was windy and cloudy, and the cloud shadows covered it, the sun no longer shone down on the house, and the bamboo building was a little dark.

Li Qingshan felt a strange true energy rising from Liu Chuanfeng's body, the oppressive force from the tenth-level qi refiner had only now begun to appear.

Come on, let me see what a novelist is capable of.

"Li Qingshan, you will be chained and bitten by beasts. Now it's too late to regret and admit your mistake." Liu Chuanfeng's true energy was released suddenly, and the fragrance of ink became stronger and stronger.

Li Qingshan said: "You, little, say, yes, rubbish!"

"Traitor!" Liu Chuanfeng was furious, holding a brush in his hand, and swiped it vigorously.

With a clatter, the long chain flew up and wrapped tightly around Li Qingshan's body. With a click, a pair of wooden shackles clasped Li Qingshan's neck.

"All beasts scream together!" Liu Chuanfeng said.

Tigers, bears, lions, wolves, snakes...

All kinds of ferocious beasts bravely came forward, roaring in horror, and rushed towards Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan frowned, but it wasn't fear, but disappointment.

His whole body was shaken, his arms spread out, he broke the iron lock, grabbed the wooden yoke, and smashed it to pieces.

At this time, the ferocious beast rushed in front of him, and with a thought in his mind, he gave a clear moan, and the Qingxi sword flew up, whizzing, swishing, turning into a blue light, turning in the room, and all the beasts died.

The shackles are just ordinary shackles, and the beasts are just ordinary wild beasts, which can be used to deal with ordinary people, but to deal with Qi refiners, or experienced fighters like him, is simply a dream.

He is standing here, let these wild beasts bite, can they break his protective qi and bite his skin?

Spell your fingers like a sword,

Pointing at Liu Chuanfeng, "It's not enough!" Qingxijian was in front of Liu Chuanfeng in the blink of an eye.

Liu Chuanfeng hurriedly said: "Monk Bigfoot, come out!"

Li Qingshan's heart trembled, because he had read this name in the book that Sun Fubai gave him. He was a character with extremely supernatural abilities. According to the description in the book, he would definitely not be able to win.

The novelist also understands that he can summon the characters in the book, is he finally going to show his real strength?

A big fat monk showing his breasts appeared out of nowhere, the most conspicuous thing was the pair of big feet underneath, kicking Qingxi sword away with one kick, and then stepping on Li Qingshan's chest with the other.

The majestic momentum, smashing monuments and cracking stones, is far beyond what the beasts just now can match.

Li Qingshan was about to avoid the strange peak for a while, when suddenly his feet faltered, and at some point, the floor had turned into a swamp. Naturally, this small swamp couldn't trap him, and instead aroused his fighting spirit, okay, I'll try You are so powerful, you put your mind to the side, and you punched out, hitting the sole of Monk Bigfoot's foot.

The result was unexpected, with a loud bang, Monk Bigfoot flew backwards at a faster speed than when he came, and disappeared in the air again.

Liu Chuanfeng felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the Qingxi sword flew towards him, and hurriedly used his zhenqi to protect his body.

But this was just Li Qingshan's sudden attack, his murderous aura surged all over his body, he stepped in front of Liu Chuanfeng one step at a time, swiping his palm like a knife, forcibly piercing the true energy protecting his body. please keep in mind

Liu Chuanfeng yelled: "Hero, spare your life!" He saw the palm knife stably stopped in front of him.

Li Qingshan put away his hand, recalled Qingxi Sword, put the kicked down low table back, sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured another cup for Liu Chuanfeng.

Clouds pass by in the sky, the sun shines all over, shining on the dense tea mist, it is peaceful.

Liu Chuanfeng was taken aback for a moment, then came to the low table and sat down cross-legged, "You..."

Li Qingshan stretched out a hand, although there is no etiquette for shaking hands in this world, Liu Chuanfeng was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and held his hand.

Li Qingshan shook his hands, "We will get along well in the future, there are only two of us on this island, and it is estimated that no one will come here in the future."

In the battle just now, if Liu Chuanfeng didn't use the power of a novelist, but just relied on his status as a tenth-level Qi refiner to cast some normal spells.

If Li Qingshan didn't use the "Cao Zi Jian Shu", it would be very difficult to win. Even if there is a strong body training, the opponent has no will to fight, and it will be difficult to make up for the gap between several layers of Qi refining.

He wanted to see the power of the novelist, and Liu Chuanfeng wanted to show the power of the novelist, but the result was not optimistic. No, it directly wiped away Li Qingshan's last hope. At this time, he could see it. There is no more anger.

Anyway, he is not lacking in practice skills now, and the "Guishui Condensing Qi Jue" is enough to support the Foundation Establishment Realm. When that time comes, he is not afraid that he will not be able to find a better technique.

The most important thing to come to Baijia School of Economics is to learn skills such as alchemy, weapon refining, and formation. This can be learned no matter where you are. The status of the chief disciple can also provide a lot of convenience. One of them is that you can freely It is not necessary to have anyone's permission to enter and exit a hundred schools of thought.

In other families, there is so much competition for such an identity, but it is not so easy as in the novelist. Not being valued, not paying attention, is not necessarily a bad thing, you just need to practice meditation.

Sitting in front of Li Qingshan, Liu Chuanfeng was very careful. This time, the novelist really took in an incredible student. He didn't dare to disturb Li Qingshan while he was thinking. After a while, he heard Li Qingshan sigh and asked: "What are we It's time to start practicing, the family's means, you have just seen it, it can be said to be endless..."

Li Qingshan listened quietly, without interrupting, the novelist's ability is very special, he can make the fake come true, create something out of nothing, and turn fantasy into reality.

According to the origin of the family, a monk in ancient times traveled to a certain place and heard that there was a ghost in the local area who specially absorbed the anger of children. The children who were captured by it would shrivel up and die, causing panic in the whole city. color change.

But the monk had never heard of such a monster. After careful examination, he found that it was not a ghost, but a strange disease. The reason was that all the wells in the city were polluted by a special vein of spirit stone underground. Poor, I can't resist it, but my lord is fine.

He purified the water with his power, 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 one in the legend.

The ghost that did not exist actually appeared in this world, because people believed in its existence, and powerful beliefs converged into a force. But this is not enough, there is also a certain kind of opportunity.

He discovered that the spiritual stone vein that polluted the water source underground formed a wonderful loop, similar to some kind of rune circle, which provided this opportunity. He began to think, could his mana provide that kind of opportunity?

A brand-new way of practice was opened. At first, it only recorded folk gossip and strange legends, and turned them into stories and rumors, which were passed on by people orally. After generations of inheritance and innovation, especially when the Mohists made institutions for printing books, they finally formed today's novelists.

A lie told a thousand times is the truth, using pen and ink to create a legend, let oneself become an opportunity, and the illusion is revived in their hands, which can be all-encompassing and omnipresent. In terms of fun, there is probably no one that can compare to novelists.

However, Li Qingshan has already experienced the actual combat effect just now, but unfortunately it is just fun, and fun cannot defeat the enemy. Writing a novel that makes people believe it is true, laughing and crying for the characters in the book, is probably more difficult than governing a city They are much bigger, anyway, practitioners are not short of money, as long as they invite a few masters who know how to govern, and then spend millions of taels of silver, the local governance can be prosperous.

Although Li Qingshan had read a lot of good novels in his previous life, and he didn't mind being a copywriter, but after more than ten years, he had forgotten to go to Java. Let's Congeal Qi Jue"!

Facing Liu Chuanfeng's expectant eyes, Li Qingshan shook his head and refused: "Thank you, no need, where is my room?"

Liu Chuanfeng was disappointed, and forced a smile: "This place is very big, you can live here."

Li Qingshan bowed slightly, then walked out, walked around the courtyard, and found that although it was not as big as the Taoist Palace, it was not small.

The elevated bamboo and wood buildings form winding corridors and winding paths. If you step on the ground, there will be hollow and crisp echoes. The spring breeze blows and the bamboo forest sways, bringing a little bit of coolness.

With the footsteps, water waves gradually rippled under the bamboo building, and the water waves gradually deepened. They came to the backyard, separated from the bamboo gate, and a small green lake reflected the blue sky and green bamboos. The scenery is too beautiful to behold.

A bamboo rocking chair lay quietly on the porch, Li Qingshan lay on it, creaked, and shook gently, as if in this way he could spend his floating life and wash away his dusty thoughts.

He lay down for a while, then stood up, smiled slightly, and finally found a place to live. Here, you don't have to worry about being murdered, and you don't have to think about killing people, you can practice slowly.

Now, it's time to see Xiao An.

When he came to the front hall, Liu Chuanfeng had gone nowhere. A set of green shirts were neatly folded and placed in front of the door, with a Yunxu brush on it.

Li Qingshan changed his clothes, picked up his pen, put on his waist badge, and flew to the Buddhist "Island of No Leakage".

The full name is the island of three no leaks, which is a Buddhist term, the three studies of precepts, samadhi, and wisdom. There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures, "The heart is the precepts, the precepts give rise to samadhi, and the samadhi gives birth to wisdom. This is called the study of the three non-flows."

When you come to the sky above the island, you can see from a distance that there are many pagodas, solemn treasures, and the faint sound of Buddhist chants. Its scale is no longer under the Taoist Wuwei Island, and Xiao'an is among them.

...

In Liuyunfang, Shuhai Bookstore, as soon as Liu Chuanfeng entered the door, he bowed to the ground.

Sun Fubai's heart sank and he said: "Junior brother, what are you doing, could it be that... the novelist was abolished?"

The hundred schools in the Hundred Schools of Economics are not fixed, each prefecture will have some differences, except for the permanent ten schools of Jiuliu and ten schools, and small schools such as Lejia Medical School, there are no such schools in many places.

The same goes for the survival of the fittest. The novelist has no disciples for many years, and the heads of the various families have already jointly signed a letter to the School of the Hundred Schools in Ruyi County to erase the stains of the Qinghe Prefecture Hundred Schools.

If the novelist wasn't one of the top ten schools appointed by the emperor, the above would have already agreed. Even so, an ultimatum was issued. If Liu Chuanfeng, the patriarch, could no longer become a foundation cultivator or receive disciples, he would abolish the novelists in Qinghe Mansion and take back Yunxu Island for other families to use.

Sun Fubai was born as a novelist, and he couldn't bear to see this happen, he had no choice but to see a talented Qi refiner, so he wanted to try it, just in case, but in fact there was no hope.

Liu Chuanfeng shook his head violently, "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother, the family has a successor, so don't worry about being abolished."

"Who is it?" Sun Fubai opened his eyes wide, who is so unlucky?

"Li Qingshan!" Although he has a bad temper and refuses to learn the novelist's secrets, he is still the real chief disciple of the novelist.

Sun Fubai was stunned for a while, his eyes were a little red, his hard work finally paid off.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

"Boss, what kind of exercises are there?" A moment later, a Qi refiner walked in, just in time to see Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai holding hands and looking at tears, they were speechless, startled, and hurriedly retreated.

...

After Li Qingshan left, the sloppy Taoist, in order to show his dignity, talked about Taoism for a while, let the crowd disperse, and asked Juechenzi, "Where did that bastard go?"

Juechenzi said: "Master, it seems...it seems..."

"What are you hesitating for? Tell me something quickly. Did you go to ask for the bald thief? Or go to Liu Changqing and want to make up the exam?"

Juechenzi said: "No, he went to Yunxu Island."

Sloppy Taoist said: "What, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Juechenzi said: "Just now I want to tell you, just said the word Li Qingshan, you told me to shut up."

The sloppy Taoist slapped his thigh: "Oh! He might as well become a monk with that bald thief. You go and tell him to get out of here. I'll take him into the Taoist school."

Juechenzi said: "It's already too late, Patriarch Liu handed over the roster immediately, Li Qingshan is already a novelist's disciple, and he is also the chief."

The Hundred Schools of Economics have their own rules, no matter how they compete for the opening exam, they will be the disciples of whichever one they enter, and this cannot be changed by anyone, otherwise the Hundred Schools of Schools would have been in chaos.

The slovenly Taoist felt remorse in his heart, Li Qingshan's fortitude was very much to his liking, if he dared to attack a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the head of the family would yell at him, others might think it was rude. But while he was angry, he also had a bit of admiration, thinking that when he was young, he was also famously arrogant and conceited, and because of this bad temper, he suffered a lot.

"Master, it's fine for you to scold a few words at first, but what you said later is too insulting, no wonder he can't get angry."

"You mean Master is wrong?"

"The disciple dare not."

The sloppy Taoist became annoyed and said: "Someone doesn't do it and writes novels. I see what kind of virtue he can make?"