Martial Arts, Start by Picking Up Huang Rong As a Cook

Looking at the disciple of Yihua Palace who was slowly approaching him with a long sword.

As the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, Wang Qingshan was unable to come up with the idea of ​​going forward at all.

At the same time as he kept retreating, Wang Qingshan said sternly: "My Green Bamboo Gang is under the Sun Moon God Cult. If you do something against us, aren't you afraid that the Sun Moon God Cult will blame you?"

However, listening to what Wang Qingshan said, the Yihua Palace disciple in front of him seemed to have not heard it at all.

The other Qingzhu Gang disciples in the Slaughterer's inner hall who were still silent were approaching Wang Qingshan.

Looking at the other party's ruthless means, Wang Qingshan was even more frightened in his heart.

No more nonsense, turned around and rushed towards the window on the side of the inner hall.

However, before Wang Qingshan could break the window, a cold light suddenly flashed in the inner hall.

In the next second, Wang Qingshan's head flew up in the air.

In less than half an hour.

In the entire Green Bamboo Gang resident, there is no one alive.

The bloody aura quickly spread in every corner of the Green Bamboo Gang's residence.

In the blink of an eye, they looked at the Green Bamboo Gang's residence, which was littered with corpses. The clothes on the disciples of Yihua Palace were still as white as snow.

The beautiful face is full of indifference.

There is no shortage of killings in Jianghu.

What is missing is just an opportunity or reason to start the killing.

Offending Yihua Palace, it is destined that the people in the Green Bamboo Gang will not be able to survive tonight.

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The next day, early morning.

In the room, Li Changan held "Spring and Autumn" and scanned the small characters on it one by one.

However, compared to the past, today's Li Changan has a feeling of being on pins and needles.

Putting down his hands and looking at Huang Rong, Li Changan sighed and said, "I said, aren't you tired? If you have time, you can go buy some food to prepare for lunch!"

Since eating early this morning, Huang Rong has been staring at her like this.

Up to now, it hasn't changed for half an hour.

The sobbing expression and the resentful eyes.

It was as if Li Changan had done something outrageous to her.

However, in the face of what Li Changan said, Huang Rong glanced at the pen that Li Changan put beside him, and then looked at Li Changan again.

After all, the love and love in this world are the kind of ordinary children's love.

Where is it as interesting as the arrangement in Li Changan's story.

It is rude to say that the plot in it perfectly fits Huang Rong's fantasy of love at this age.

And the heroine written by Li Changan has a good sense of substitution.

Huang Rong couldn't help substituting herself into the character of the domineering palace lord.

Just full of interest.

When Huang Rong went out today, she also bought two other books of words.

As a result, I couldn't read it at all, I just wanted to see the domineering palace lord written by Li Changan.

After a long sigh, his eyes were filled with resentment.

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In the end, Li Changan, who was really unable to resist, could only sigh and say, "Yes, I can write, can't I write?"

When these words came out, Huang Rong's eyes lit up.

But the next second, Huang Rong looked at Li Changan vigilantly and said, "Then you have to finish writing."

"Okay! Got it, I'll hurry up and finish it in the morning, right?"

Li Changan said helplessly.

Like renting, writing the story was originally just something Li Changan suddenly remembered when he was idle.

But Li Changan obviously underestimated the attractiveness of the domineering palace master style he wrote earlier to the people of this world.

If you don't know who the author is, Huang Rong may not be able to do it.

But the author was by his side, if Huang Rong didn't urge Li Changan to finish writing the storybook, she would be sorry for her status as a close-to-water tower.

Therefore, Li Changan can't even write now.

After Huang Rong left, Li Changan shook his head.

"Sometimes, being excellent is also a headache!".

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In order to avoid being stared at by Huang Rong with her hurt eyes, Li Changan stayed in the room all morning.

It is not until the last word is dropped that the brush is put down.

In the past few days, after taking a bath every night and cultivating his inner strength, Li Changan's physical fitness was several times stronger than before.

But after writing all morning, my right hand was sore.

However, looking at the small stack of manuscripts on the table, Li Changan nodded with satisfaction.

In any case, my first short story, no, the short story book is also published.

Seeing Li Changan come out, Huang Rong's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Li Changan.

"Finished?"

Li Changan responded: "It's over!"

After getting the confirmation, Huang Rong put down the dishes and prepared to rush into the study to have a sneak peek.

However, Li Changan, who was fast-eyed and quick-witted, directly held him back.

"Look at it after dinner! That thing won't run with long legs anymore, what's the hurry?"

But Li Changan was still attractive to Huang Rong by his own words.

In the past, when a few people were eating, Huang Rong had a bit of a rush for food.

But today not only did he eat less, but he kept adding vegetables to Li Changan's bowl.

I'm afraid this meal will be slow.

As a result, Li Changan ate a lot more food today than usual.

After Huang Rong and Yaoyue washed the dishes, they both entered Li Changan's room one after another, and enjoyed the contents of Li Changan's words on the way out.

Noticing Xiao Zhao, who was approaching curiously, Huang Rong turned over and handed over the top half that Li Changan had written earlier.

"Look at the front first."

Curiously took the manuscript that Huang Rong handed over, Xiao Zhao read a few pages before immersed in it.

Seeing that the three women were all staying in his room, Li Changan had a feeling of being out of place.

"Look, hurry up! I'll take the manuscript to the bookstore in the city in a moment to publish the book."

Only the voice came out, Huang Rong and Yaoyue, who were immersed in the storybook, did not respond.

Only Xiao Zhao raised his head obediently and said "oh" and then quickly lowered his head to read.

After touching his nose a little helplessly, Li Changan looked at the three women, and then glanced at the wood in the distance.

"Four people, mahjong can be played."

Thinking about it, Li Changan took a pile of wood and a carving knife and slowly began to carve.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

In the past six months, Li Changan will carve and write things by himself when he has something to do.

It has been a long time, although the craftsmanship is not as good as those of the old masters.

But it's fine to carve something simple.

The sound of "wiping" the carved wood outside the room continued one after another.

In the room, the sound of paper flipping sounded from time to time.

In a yard, four people, in this cloudy afternoon, none of them felt bored.

An hour later, Huang Rong and Yaoyue gradually saw the end.

When she saw the ending, Huang Rong's hand holding the manuscript couldn't help shaking.

The reason is very simple, because in this ending of Li Changan.

It turned out that the overbearing palace lord died for the male protagonist. The male protagonist was heartbroken, retired from the rivers and lakes, and built a wooden house next to the tombstone of the overbearing palace lord.

A proper tragedy.

And there is a poem at the end.

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and west winds and thin horses."

"Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon."

"Complete the book, the author - a heartbroken man"

After putting down the manuscript in her hand, Huang Rong quickly walked out the door with red eyes.

"Why did you write Yi Tianxue to death?"

Li Changan said in a low voice while carving: "Isn't it written in the storybook? Sacrifice for the male protagonist."

Huang Rong said, "Then can't you be seriously injured? You have to cut off your heart and veins directly? Why do you want to make a tragedy?"

Li Changan said as a matter of course: "As a good book of words, of course, it must be tragically collected, so that readers can be impressed!"

Huang Rong wondered, "What theory is this?"