Seeing that Li Qingshan was not in his mind, Han Qiongzhi smiled slightly and waved his hand in front of him: "What are you thinking?"

Li Qingshan said: "I want to deal with this young man Chu."

Han Qiongzhi frowned and said, "Is there really a way?"

"You might as well give it a try." Li Qingshan smiled slightly, his bronze face filled with sunny confidence.

Han Qiongzhi's heart rippled, and the cup was stopped in his hand.

"Senior Sister Han, please come back."

Qian Rongzhi came to Zhuxuan Qian, bowed her head and bowed, and seemed to have never heard of everything in front of her.

"Thank you for your wine." Han Qiongzhi put down his wine glass and hurried away as if he was running away.

Li Qingshan watched her leave and fell on Qian Rongzhi. His smile disappeared immediately, turning into a winter solemn.

"Qian Rongzhi, I'm about to find a friend? Can you explain to me about Gufeng City?"

Regarding what Qian Rongzhi did, Gu Yanying issued a ban order, which was a little protection for this "Nighthawk" who made great contributions. Therefore, not many people knew the inside story. Li Qingshan could guess it by his understanding of Qian Rongzhi.

Qian Rongzhi walked to the corridor, sat down obliquely, picked up the wine glass left by Han Qiongzhi, poured and drank it by herself under Li Qingshan's attention, and then began to tell the story.

After listening, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh that during the few months he was in seclusion, although his cultivation had not improved much, she was not idle and was engaging in her own way.

"In this matter, there will be no danger, and Xiao An will not be no danger. I am not qualified to remind you of anything."

"Can you definitely have no danger?"

"No, but that's the fault of us being too weak. From today on, I can't leave the Baijia Scholars anymore." Qian Rongzhi drank cup by cup.

Li Qingshan knew that no matter how seriously the Virgin of White Lotus was injured, it would be as simple as crushing a bed bug. She, the number one traitor of the White Lotus Sect, had to live carefully from now on. She relied on betrayal for profit and finally paid the price for her betrayal.

"General Gu promised me that if I can reach the foundation-building realm, I will take me to Ruyi County."

Li Qingshan said: "It turns out that she has arranged a retreat for her."

"The way back? You can't leave the Hundred Schools. How long does it take to build the foundation? Ten, twenty, fifty years? The biggest possibility is that you can't build the foundation. Even if you barely achieve it, can you live in Ruyi County?" Qian Rongzhi smiled slutty. Gu Yanying gave her a generous reward, but she was not Xiao An, Chu Tian, ​​or even Li Qingshan. With her qualifications, she could cultivate to the sixth level of refining weapons, even if it was a pity for Tianjian.

She couldn't control her hatred in her heart. She hated Gu Yanying. She hated her to manipulate herself like a chess piece. She hated her that she clearly saw through her hatred, but she still didn't care about it. She even hated herself that she didn't even have the ability to bite her back.

Li Qingshan was silent and hated by a Jindan monk. No matter how far she was in the world, this vicious woman who walked to the Baijia Scholar Academy with him looked glorious, but she was on a dead end.

Qian Rongzhi suddenly stood up and took out a bunch of things from the treasure bag, including a large elixir and spirit stone, including a Taoist pill. There are also many medium-grade and top-grade spiritual weapons, and a top-grade spiritual weapons. The Taoist pill and top-grade spiritual weapons were all given by Gu Yanying. For a Qi Refiner, it can be regarded as a treasure.

Li Qingshan also doubted whether Qian Rongzhi was drunk, and she was even more drunk than Chu Danqing.

"I'm going to perform the mission. These things will be kept for you first. If I can't come back, I'll give them to Xiao An."

"Now?" Li Qingshan was also stunned. Hearing that the powerful monks knew some divination techniques. As soon as she went out, wouldn't she fall into the trap? I'm afraid that the Virgin of White Lotus would be tortured to death.

"I don't want to die, but I just don't want to live like this." Qian Rongzhi smiled charmingly and closed her hair. She had just tamed her fate and could plan according to her own will. Now, because of the White Lotus Sect, she has lost the room for maneuvering, and any plan is full of the possibility of failure. Compared to death, this situation makes her intolerable.

Now, she wants to fight for her fate again, just to never survive on it again.

At this moment, the sky twisted for a while, and the dense fog once again blocked the hundreds of islands. After several days of emergency repairs, the dragon and snake formation finally started to operate again to protect the disciples of the hundreds of schools.

In the Hundred Schools of Sutra, many disciples stopped, walked out of the building, and looked up.

They whispered to each other: "It's great now!"

"I used to feel quite restrained, but now I feel like I don't have this big formation, just like I don't have clothes."

Countless fearful and uneasy hearts calmed down due to the restart of this formation.

Qian Rongzhi laughed at herself, left Yunxu Island, left Baijiajingyuan, and entered the turbulent fate of the clouds.

Li Qingshan silently put away those things, neither blessing nor cursing.

I looked at the sky and went back to the house to start writing.

The paper ball was thrown all over the ground, Li Qingshan was worried, Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about wine, but he, Li Qingshan, could not write a fairy tale?

A flash of inspiration in his heart, Li Qingshan stood up, "This story is not written like this!"

When we arrived at Yunxu Society, Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were making intensive revisions to his novels, but the project volume was not small. A novel that lasted a million words would require the entire article to be revised once it was changed, and it had to be able to echo the past and back. Even if we couldn't sleep, it would not be able to be revised in a few days.

Sun Fubai also said: "Qingshan, this time is too hasty."

"The only way to try." Li Qingshan said to Liu Chuanfeng again: "Help me draw something."

"How can I have time!" Liu Chuanfeng shouted.

"Then I'll go find another painter." Li Qingshan remembered that Yunxu Society also has many painters, who were originally designed to draw illustrations for novels.

Li Qingshan pointed to the young painters who could draw fine brushwork, and then expressed what they thought, but they drew pictures.

After Li Qingshan visited, everyone in Yunxu Society knew that this person was one of the three major owners. How dare he be negligent? He quickly took out his strength to draw.

Li Qingshan meditated. After a moment, a painter handed over the drawn pattern: "Boss, you can see that this is a success." Another painter quickly accelerated.

When Li Qingshan saw it, he was indeed lifelike and exquisite. The image of a poor boy was vividly displayed on the paper, but Li Qingshan shook his head: "No, the painting is so good!"

Why can't the painting work better? The two painters looked at each other.

"This is for children to see. You should try to be simpler and clearer, and don't leave blank spaces, and you should have full color." Li Qingshan affirmed his thoughts in his heart. This story must be expressed using pictures to express that kind of magic. Thinking about the beginning, he was reading a picture book.

And it is necessary to ensure that you know the meaning by looking at the pictures. Children know very limited words. When they think about it, what they are doing now is no longer a so-called novel, but comics or comics.

However, the original novelist was heard and did not stick to words. No matter what means he used, as long as people knew and believed, he wanted to defeat the painter by using the means of the painter.

I finally decided on the style of painting in Yunxu Club until the evening. However, even if it is simpler, the paintings drawn by the two painters are still much more refined than the painting books he remembers.

Then immediately summon all the painters who are good at painting fine brushwork and start imitating and drawing. The story is very simple, with less than a hundred pages of painting in total.

Finally, Li Qingshan added a simple narration under the painting, which became a picture book.

Li Qingshan held it in his hand. This manuscript is the key to summoning the characters in the book and also defeated the painter Chu Danqing's trump card.

...

Qinghe Prefecture, sixty miles away, in a small town.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdong, the peddler bit the rattle and carried the shoulder pole, and walked through the alley paved with bluestone.

In the alley, the door opened and a small head was poked out: "Uncle Prayer, do you have any candy?"

"Yes, sesame candy, malt sugar, sweet and crispy candy, everything!" The peddler raised his voice and sang a song to reveal a string of names.

A group of children rushed out like monkeys, surrounded the peddler, holding a few copper plates in their palms.

"What is this?" A child saw the pile of brightly colored painting books on the goods, with four words written on it, and he only recognized the word "horse".

The peddler said, "Just have sharp eyes, take it and take it."

Children each handed a book and looked it through, and perhaps they didn't understand the contents of the book very well. The exquisite paintings alone attracted their minds and their hearts were suddenly shaking. Should they buy candy or book?

"How much does this book cost? I bought it!" said a fat boy. He had more copper coins in his hand than his friends.

"I buy it too!" said the oldest child. He had learned the words in a private school and understood the following words. He was immediately attracted by the stories in the book. Even if he didn't eat candy, he would buy them.

The peddler said: "No money, this is given, each person has a book, not many people get it!"

The children cheered.

"Can I take it too?" A child said timidly. Compared to the cotton jacket on his companion, his clothes with patches looked particularly thin. He didn't have a single copper plate in his hand, just came to join in the fun.

"Take it!" The peddler stuffed two candies into the child's mouth and sent these books out. He got more money than usual to sell whole loads of goods. He was very happy to have a good New Year.

The peddler walked away and the children gathered together.

"So beautiful." "What's the painting!"

The oldest child, imitating his husband to cough twice: "Come on, I'll read it to the fellows!"

...

Sun Shuping took a new manuscript from Sun Fubai and planned to go back and review it first, think about what to say after thinking about it, and then teach it to other storytellers.

Although I think this book is not as charming as it is not as good as not to change it, fortunately there is no change in general. If some key parts can be said to be better, it will be even more colorful. It is very interesting to cut off the top of light with one knife.

That little boss looked young, and his ability to write books was really amazing. He was much better than the second boss, Fengyue Master.

ps: Spend Singles' Day as if it doesn't exist. Yes, just ignore it. Women and other things are not important. As long as you have monthly tickets, it's enough. Hahaha, tears flowing
Chapter completed!