Legend of the Great Saint

Chapter 27—Yunxu Island

Li Qingshan kicked up. "Now, when is it?"

The dust is as if he had expected that he would ask, "The examinations of each family are over."

Li Qingshan lay down on the ground again, letting the nose of the cow play, the wine is too weird. In this way, the hundred families are no longer without his place.

The dusty road: "Do not worry too much about the Taoist friends, you still have one to go."

"where?"

The dusty finger points to the foot: "Here."

Li Qingshan gave a slight glimpse. "I can gamble that I have lost. Your master can't understand me."

The dusty laughter said: "You have passed the Taoist exam. Although my master has a strong temper, but also has a love heart, you know that the altar you drink is a thousand years of drunk value. Usually he is not enough. Drink it, if it is just to harm you, how can you come up with it, you just have to ask him, let him find his face back, he will definitely accept you."

Li Qingshan said: "Seeking, how to ask, is it only if he has a face, I have no face?"

The dusty road: "What do you think?"

Li Qingshan sighed heavily and stood up. The face is earned by strength, not by mouth. A refiner, He De He, can dare to compare with a Zhuji monk.

The dusty road: "Come with me! Master, preaching to the new disciple."

Li Qingshan had no choice but to follow up.

On the way, the education of the dust is: "No matter how the master humiliates you, you endure it. On the mountain road, you have to overcome fear. Now you have to overcome the glory and humiliation. Only when you are forbearing can you become a gold."

Li Qingshan did not speak, came to the front hall, and the monks sat high on it, and the new disciples were sitting in the temple, among which Yu Zijian was sitting recently.

When I saw Li Qingshan, everyone was looking at it. The voice of the preacher did not stop, but it was not heard.

Li Qingshan daringly ran his head and said: "This gamble is that I lost."

The martyr said: "If you know that you lost, you still don't roll down the mountain."

Li Qingshan jerked his head up, but saw the dust standing behind the martyr, and said a forbearance and clenched his fist.

The martyr said with sneer: "Why, what are you dissatisfied with?" So in front of everyone, Li Qingshan sneered and screamed.

Everyone is exposed to the sorrowful color, letting you out of the limelight, and someone comes to pick you up.

Yu Zijian couldn't bear it, and said: "Master..."

The dusty eyes visually said: "Zi Jian!" He knows the master's temper, the more people persuade, the more they can't.

The martyrdom is more and more proud: "Looking at you is just a waste. Fortunately, you have come to the mountains. Now you kneel down and slam three heads, I..."

"Stop!" Li Qingshan screamed and interrupted the words of the martyrs.

There was silence in the temple. He dared to speak to a family owner and was the strongest Taoist owner.

The sorcerer’s face changed, and the kid had to beat him to let him know who the family had to say.

Li Qingshan rang: "If you lose, you lose, I Li Qingshan confessed to gambling, you are a cow, why should you chatter, talking like a fart, it is really smelly, how is Taoism, I am not in." Lift your legs and go.

The dusty voice sighed: "Dao friends, restless nonsense! Master!"

The martyr face is blue, "Let him roll!"

Li Qingshan was not obstructed. He went to the foot of the mountain in one breath, and his anger was slightly flat. He jumped into the air, drifted into the clouds, and flew toward the Dragon Snake Lake. For a while, he was a bit stunned. He didn’t know where to go.

If he is alone, then it is easy to do, or you can find a martial art to vote, or even go to other houses, enter the other hundred scholastics, the world is big, I am afraid that there is no place for him, but Now that Xiao An has entered the Buddhist family, he can't stay away from it. If he then asks for the master of the study, it is enough to be a monk. This Buddha's edge is too fast!

But when I think about it, I don’t want to ask for help, but I am willing to ask for it. People may not be willing to accept it. If he accepts him, he will really offend the martyr.

At this time, he suddenly felt a move, maybe there is a test, not finished yet!

Last night on the big ship, the teaching basically explained the order of the examinations. The Taoist is the first stop, and then the islands are cruised in a clockwise order, and there is no special place for everyone.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Is it missing a family?"

"Which?"

"novelist."

"You reported the novelist?" The teacher looked at him with incredible gaze, and the eyes of other refiners were similar.

"Yes!"

The teacher will point his hand on the square inch chart. "Well, here, the last stop, when you go, you will do it yourself."

Shouldn't it be in the fourth stop in order? And why is it my own?

These questions, Li Qingshan did not think deeply, he did not put this novelist in his heart.

A moment later, Li Qingshan stepped into this quiet and seemingly desolate island. Here is the Yunxu Island where the novelist is located.

Although it was a whole night, the test of the last novelist may not be over.

However, he guessed wrong.

Li Qingshan walked along a cobblestone path through a bamboo forest and saw a quaint courtyard. The leaves in the courtyard were filled with land. It was like no one had cleaned it for a long time. It seemed that no one was living at all. It seemed that a woman’s voice came.

He frowned, knocked at the door and screamed, "Someone?"

Deep in the courtyard, a lazy voice came out, "Who is this?"

Li Qingshan said: "I am coming to the exam."

The voice fell, the call, the wind blew the fallen leaves, a middle-aged man rushed out of the courtyard, came to Li Qingshan, could not talk about the handsome face, with two beards, all over his clothes, with a touch of aroma, face There are several lip prints, and there are clear bite marks on the neck, and then combined with the snoring sound, I know what he is doing.

"Is it you?" Li Qingshan suddenly remembered that he had had a relationship with this person in the middle of the building the day before.

"It's you!" The middle-aged man also remembered Li Qingshan. Various messages emerged in the heart. The water property was on the floor. The seventeen-year-old refining six layers, genius, genius! Excited thinking, the brother did not lie to me, the brother did not lie to me!

"You are a novelist's teaching?" Li Qingshan is not a disciple at his age. As for the possibility of his family, he never thought about it. He has seen each other and has a temperament, even if it is The screaming martyr who hates his teeth, and the head of his own family.

The middle-aged man was busy with the whole clothes, wiped the lip prints, coughed twice, and held his hands. "I am the novelist, Liu Chuanfeng!"

Li Qingshan stayed for a while and turned around and wanted to leave. No wonder no one reported to the novelist. I wonder, the most important thing now is to find a place to live, and to bear the temperament: "I don't know how to test the exam?" composition.

Liu Chuanfeng scratched his head and seemed to be more awkward than Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan feels more and more unreliable. Is it difficult that the exam is over?

Liu Chuanfeng suddenly stunned and grabbed Li Qingshan's shoulders. "You passed! You passed!"

"What?" Li Qingshan was indeed wrong. The test of the novelist did not end, but did not begin at all.

Liu Chuanfeng’s next words made Li Qingshan feel like a lightning strike. “From today, you are the chief disciple of my novelist!” Speaking, from the treasure bag, take out a piece of thumb and hand to Li Qingshan. Hanging on the waist. I didn’t ask Li Qingshan to choose any family, but I wanted to make a name for me.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath and asked softly: "The novelist, no, only one of my disciples!" This must not be the case, it must not be like this!

"Ok!"

it is as expected!

Li Qingshan's faceless expression of the waist card, forced to throw, the waist card "嗖", disappeared in the bamboo forest, he turned and left.

Liu Chuanfeng screamed behind him: "Give me a stop!"

Li Qingshan suddenly stood alert, but saw that Liu Chuanfeng did not start, but took out one thing and one throw from the treasure bag and fell in front of Li Qingshan.

"As long as you enter my novelist, this special cloud pen is yours."

Li Qingshan did not expect that when he was also used by people to use the spirits, his heart twitched, bowed his head, and the middle of the spirit, suddenly like a stagnant water. A hundred pieces of this stuff add up, I am afraid that I can't change a good spirit. This is not so much a buy-in, it is a shame!

Li Qingshan did not say much, but silently took out ten pieces of Chinese medicine from the treasure bag, and then took it back, arched his hand and left.

Liu Chuanfeng screamed: "Daoyou, I am begging you!"

Li Qingshan stood, and sighed and looked up. Being asked for better than asking for help, the most important thing is a place to stay. It is so deserted, perhaps it is suitable for him to practice!

Turned and reached out.

"what?"

"Waist!" Li Qingshan heard the chief disciple, walking in a hundred homes, has many privileges, is free to enter and leave places where ordinary disciples can not enter and exit, to facilitate Li Qingshan to study at home.

Liu Chuanfeng was overjoyed. I didn't expect Li Qingshan to promise. Suddenly waved his hand, a puppy appeared out of thin air, Wang Wang cried, rushing to the depths of the bamboo forest, after a while, holding a waist card back.

Li Qingshan took over, the puppy disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and could not help but be surprised: "Is this?"

Liu Chuanfeng proudly said: "The secret skills of my novelist can be imagined by the extraordinary people."

Li Qingshan was keenly aware that Liu Chuanfeng’s face was a kiss mark, and I didn’t know when it disappeared~www.readwn.com~ even the aroma of the fat powder disappeared. Perhaps, the novelist, really has some extraordinary ability.

Liu Chuanfeng invited Li Qingshan into the room. This is a suspended bamboo house with bamboo and wood structure. The ink smells in the dark room, and the low table covered with paper is messy. The above are all dense words.

Liu Chuanfeng opened the paper and exposed the table. Please Li Qingshan sit down and diligently end the tea.

Li Qingshan then picked up a piece of paper and asked: "Is this all written by you?"

Liu Chuanfeng proudly said: "Yes, you can call me the master of the wind, that is my pen name."

Good familiar, really familiar, must have heard of it!

Li Qingshan’s mind suddenly flashed, and Sun Fubai quietly stuffed the book to him. The name of the author above is not the character of Fengyue.

He suddenly became cheerful, why Sun Fubai had such performance, and why no one reported to the novelist! Huo Ran got up and kicked the low table in front of him.

Go to your mother to write a novel!