He did it as soon as he said, Li Qingshan immediately ordered someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, pushed away the wine and food in front of him, spread it on the table... He then tilted his neck and drank the wine and skull. Just when Gu Yanying thought he was going to take advantage of the wine, and he was writing the pen. Li Qingshan began to bite the pen, sometimes frowned and pondered, sometimes sighed to the sky, and then started drinking wine and eating meat.

"You wrote it!" Gu Yanying couldn't help but urge.

"Didn't you see I'm conceiving?" Li Qingshan chewed the tough ape flesh and said impatiently.

"But you are clearly eating."

"What do you woman know about the novelist?" Li Qingshan glared.

"Okay, I don't understand, Uncle Li, please continue." Gu Yanying said helplessly, feeling that he was not reliable at all times.

However, Li Qingshan was wandering around the middle and middle of the warm pavilion with his pen in his arms, enjoying the heavy snow outside the window, looking at the famous paintings on the wall, and fiddled with almost everything in the room, then sat at the table again, holding the pen awkwardly, and suddenly said to Gu Yanying: "What do you think of those guys outside practicing swords?"

"I don't know." Gu Yanying lay on the couch, holding the "Secret History of the Martial Arts" in her hand, and didn't even look at him.

"Not as good as us..."

"Don't go."

"I didn't say I wanted to see it."

“Write quickly.”

"Is this my novel or your novel!" Li Qingshan was furious.

"Forget it, you can't write it anyway, let's go out for a walk!" Gu Yanying put down the book and smiled slightly.

"Who said I can't write it? I have already conceived it. Let me write it for you now!"

As a novelist, Li Qingshan could not bear such insults. He immediately wrote and wrote it up quickly. The dog-like font made Gu Yanying very funny, but he didn't say anything when he looked serious. Anyway, he would just help him rewrite it later.

The sound of wind and snow shouting came faintly through the window, which further highlighted the silence in the pavilion, and the fire occasionally crackled.

She supported her head with one hand, recalling how many years it has been since she was so relaxed. Perhaps it has never happened since the day she was born.

Don’t consider the passage of time. Don’t rush to do something. There is nothing to do anyway. It may be a very ordinary feeling for mortals, but it is extremely precious to her. People who stare into the distance naturally have no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.

I had been wandering around for a long time. Li Qingshan's voice of putting his pen recalled her mind. He asked with a smile: "Are you finished writing?"

"Of course." Li Qingshan proudly picked up a page of paper and handed it to Gu Yanying.

"What a little!" Gu Yanying was slightly surprised, feeling that she had to be enlightened for at least one hour.

"What do you think I'm doing? Do you know what writing novels means?" Li Qingshan yelled while slapped the table.

"I was wrong."

Gu Yanying felt her ears tremble. Even in the void, he was not so irritable. Maybe he wrote it very carefully. He could not admit his mistakes and looked down. Although the fonts were difficult to identify, she could still guess. Her expression gradually became a little weird. In a short time after reading a page of paper, she went from frowning to funny to sneering.

Then, she kneaded the novel in her hand into a ball of paper, threw it on the ground, and smiled and said, "I'm not wrong!"

"Gu Yanying, what do you want to do!!!"

Li Qingshan could almost hear the roar from the outer courtyard, and everyone's hearts were thrilled. He was still calm when he killed Hou Hongtao with one move. I don't know who could arouse him so angry. What consequences would be terrible if he thought about it.

Li Qingshan knelt on the ground, holding his hard work that had been ravaged in both hands, and escaped his anger.

Gu Yanying shook her head and said seriously: "Qingshan, no one can read this kind of thing. Even if it is mixed with martial arts secrets, people will only pick out the secrets to read!"

Li Qingshan's face changed a little, and he suddenly shrugged, "Okay, I'll give up!" He returned to the bed opposite, lay flat on his back, and then drank one by one.

Gu Yanying was stunned and smiled bitterly. Is this the one she knew, the indomitable and tenacious Li Qingshan?

"It's better to be Xiao An! Xiao An, where are you, I can't live without you!"

Li Qingshan recalled the wonderful time he had been on Yunxu Island with Xiao An. At that time, he was so harmonious with her writing.

Gu Yanying couldn't sit still anymore and stood up to apologize: "Uncle Li, don't do this, can't I be wrong? Otherwise, let's think of other solutions?"

"You are wrong, think about it!"

"Okay, I miss me." Gu Yanying wandered for a few steps and pondered: "Since it is the biography of the White Ape King, as long as you learn more about his life experience and connect these stories, wouldn't it be a book?"

"I'm tired, you go and get to know!" Li Qingshan turned around and turned his back to Gu Yanying.

Gu Yanying rolled her eyes and summoned Yuan Feifei in, "Master Yuan, I heard that you have followed the White Ape King for many years?"

"The owner of the manor asked me Feifei, the boss is really killing me." Yuan Feifei glanced at Li Qingshan's back nervously, and the roar just now almost scared her.

"Okay, Feifei, come and listen, the more detailed the better."

Gu Yanying nodded slightly. If we count by age, calling Feifei is nothing.

Yuan Feifei then told the story, from stuttering to sarcastic expression, she was a person with convenient speech, and the White Ape King also liked to brag about her experiences when he was drunk, so the story was so much to do.

Gu Yanying listened quietly, and when he saw Li Qingshan quietly pricking up his ears, he couldn't help laughing.

After listening for a while, Li Qingshan suddenly sat up, turned around, and looked serious.

Yuan Feifei was shocked and knelt down on the ground, shouting: "Master of the Manor!"

"You continue, who will kill you?"

“Yes, yes!”

I kept talking until the third update in the middle of the night and didn't dare to stop my mouth and tongue.

Gu Yanying waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can retreat first, let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

Li Qingshan touched his chin thoughtfully, and saw Gu Yanying's tired face again, waved his hand to turn off the lights: "It's getting late, so you can rest too!"

Gu Yanying lay down, closed her eyes, pinched the feathers of Kunpeng in her palm, looking forward to that dream.

"Let me help me moisten my pen tomorrow!" Li Qingshan suddenly said, this was Xiao An's job back then.

Gu Yanying opened her eyes and smiled and said, "Okay, I'm a little flattered." After a while of silence, she couldn't help asking, "Is it okay without Xiao An?"

"Of course, no!"

"Poor Xiao An, she must be envious of me." Gu Yanying closed her eyes again and changed into a comfortable position.

"The people trapped here are pitiful!"

"Yes, poor Gu Yanying."

In any case, Li Qingshan's writing plan has finally been restarted. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!