Legend of the Great Sage

Chapter 27: Yunxu Island

Li Qingshan jumped up, "Now, what time is it now?"

Juechenzi seemed to have expected him to ask such a question, "The exams for each family are over."

Li Qingshan lay down on the ground again, let that bull-nosed play tricks, the wine is too weird. In this way, there is no place for Baijia to stay.

Juechenzi said: "Fellow Taoist, don't worry too much, you still have a family to visit."

"where?"

Juechenzi pointed to his feet: "Here."

Li Qingshan was slightly stunned, "But I have already lost the bet, and your master can't understand me."

Juechenzi smiled and said: "You have passed the Taoist exam. Although my master has a fierce temper, he also has a heart of love for talents. Do you know how much the thousand-day drunk you drink is worth? Usually he is not enough for himself." Drink it, if it’s just to hurt you, how can you be willing to take it out, you just have to beg him to get his face back, and he will definitely accept you.”

Li Qingshan said: "Please, how can I ask, does it mean that only he has face and I don't?"

Juechenzi said: "What do you think?"

Li Qingshan sighed heavily and stood up. Face is earned by strength, not by words. How can a Qi Refiner dare to be compared with a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Juechenzi said: "Come with me! Master, preach to the new disciples in front."

Li Qingshan had no choice but to follow.

Along the way, Juechenzi educated: "No matter how much the master humiliates you, just bear with it. On the mountain path, you need to overcome your fear. Now you need to overcome your honor and disgrace. Only with patience can you become gold."

Li Qingshan didn't say a word, he came to the front hall, the slovenly Taoist sat on it, the new disciples sat in the hall, among them Yu Zijian sat the closest.

Seeing Li Qingshan, everyone turned their eyes to him, but the scruffy Taoist preaching didn't stop, as if he hadn't heard it.

Li Qingshan stepped forward and said: "I lost this bet."

Sloppy said humanely: "Since you know you've lost, why don't you go down the mountain?"

Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head,

But seeing Juechenzi standing behind the sloppy Taoist, he said the word "forbearance" and clenched his fists.

The sloppy Taoist sneered and said: "Why, why are you still dissatisfied?" Then he laughed and cursed at Li Qingshan in front of everyone.

Everyone showed disdain, let you show off, someone will take care of you.

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

Juechenzi looked at him and said: "Zijian!" He knew his master's temper, and the more someone persuaded him, the more he would not do it.

The sloppy Taoist cursed more and more proudly: "I see you are just a piece of trash. You got up the mountain by chance. Now kneel down and kowtow three times. I..."

"Shut up!" Li Qingshan shouted loudly, interrupting the sloppy Taoist's words.

There was silence in the hall, and he dared to talk to a patriarch like this, and he was also the most powerful Taoist patriarch.

The sloppy Taoist's face changed, and this kid had to beat him hard to make him understand who is in charge of this Taoist school.

Li Qingshan said loudly: "If you lose, you will lose. I, Li Qingshan, admit the bet and admit defeat. You are a bull-nosed, why bother to whine endlessly. You talk like farting. It stinks. So what about Taoism, I just don't like it." , Lift your legs and walk away.

Juechenzi sternly said: "Fellow Daoist, stop talking nonsense! Master!"

The sloppy Taoist's face turned livid, "Let him go!"

Li Qingshan was not hindered, he walked down the mountain in one breath, his anger calmed down, he jumped into the air, soared through the clouds and fog, and flew towards Longsnake Lake, but he was a little confused for a moment, not knowing where to go.

If he is alone, it will be easy to deal with, or he can find a sect to vote for, or even go to another mansion, and enter a hundred schools of thought, the world is so big, I am afraid that there is no place for him, but Now that Xiaoan has entered the Buddhist family, he can't stay away, if he doesn't go to ask the master Yi Nian again, he might as well become a monk, the fate of Buddha came too soon!

But after thinking about it, don't say that he doesn't want to beg, even if he is willing to beg, he may not be willing to accept it. Accepting him would really offend the sloppy Taoist.

At this time, his heart suddenly moved, maybe the exam for one family is not over yet!

On the big boat last night, the instructor basically explained the order of the exams of each school. Taoism was the first stop, and then they toured the islands in a clockwise order, and did not specifically put everyone in front.

Li Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Did you miss a family?"

"Which one?"

"novelist."

"You signed up as a novelist?" The teacher looked at him with incredulous eyes, and the eyes of other qi practitioners were similar.

"yes!"

The instructor pointed his hand on the square inch map, "Well, it's here, the last stop, and then you can go by yourself."

Shouldn't it be the fourth stop in order? And why am I going by myself?

Li Qingshan didn't think deeply about these questions, and he didn't take this novelist to heart.

After a while, Li Qingshan set foot on this quiet and somewhat desolate island. This is the Yunxu Island where the novelist is located.

Although the whole night had passed, the exam for the last novelist might not be over yet.

However, he guessed wrong.

Li Qingshan walked along the cobblestone path, passed through a bamboo forest, and saw a quaint courtyard with fallen leaves all over the ground, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time, as if no one lived at all, it seemed that there was a woman moaning.

He frowned, knocked on the door, and called, "Is anyone there?"

From the depths of the courtyard, a lazy voice came out, "Who is it?"

Li Qingshan said: "I'm here for the exam."

As soon as the voice fell, whoosh, the strong wind blew up the fallen leaves. A middle-aged man rushed out of the courtyard and came to Li Qingshan. He had a handsome face, with two beards, disheveled clothes, and a faint scent of powder. There are several lip prints, and there are clear bite marks on his neck. Combined with the groan just now, he knows what he is doing.

"It's you?" Li Qingshan suddenly remembered that he had met this person in the ** building the day before yesterday.

"It's you!" The middle-aged man also thought of Li Qingshan, and all kinds of messages surfaced in his heart, the water attribute is at the top, the seventeen-year-old is at the sixth level of Qi refining, a genius, a genius! Thinking excitedly, senior brother really didn't lie to me, senior brother really didn't lie to me!

"You are the teacher of a novelist?" Judging by his age, Li Qingshan is definitely not a disciple. As for the possibility of being the Patriarch, he has never thought about it at all. He hated the sloppy Taoist with itchy teeth, but he also had the air of being the head of the family.

The middle-aged man straightened his clothes, wiped off the marks on his lips, coughed twice, and stood with his hands behind his back, "I am the head of the novelist, Liu Chuanfeng!"

Li Qingshan was stunned for a while, then turned his head and wanted to leave, no wonder no one reported the novelist, so he thought, the most important thing now is to find a place to stay, and said patiently: "I don't know how to take the exam?" Could it be writing composition.

Liu Chuanfeng scratched his head for a while, seeming to be more at a loss than Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan felt more and more unreliable, could it be that the exam is over?

Suddenly Liu Chuanfeng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Li Qingshan's shoulders, "You passed! You passed!"

"What?" Li Qingshan guessed wrong indeed. The novelist's exam was not over, but it hadn't even begun.

Liu Chuanfeng's next words made Li Qingshan feel like he was struck by lightning, "From today on, you are the chief disciple of my novelist!" As he spoke, he took out a one-word waist card from his treasure bag and gave it to Li Qingshan himself. hung on the waist. He didn't even ask Li Qingshan which family he wanted to choose, but just wanted to set the name in a daze.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath, and asked softly: "Novelist, no, I am the only disciple!" It must not be like this, it must not be like this!

"Um!"

it is as expected!

Li Qingshan took off his waist card with a blank expression, and threw it vigorously, the belt card disappeared into the bamboo forest with a "whoosh", he turned and left.

Liu Chuanfeng shouted violently behind him: "Stop!"

Li Qingshan immediately became alert, but saw that Liu Chuanfeng didn't make a move, but took out something from the treasure bag and threw it in front of Li Qingshan.

"As long as you become my novelist, this Yunxu pen specially made by me will be yours."

Li Qingshan didn't expect that he would also be hit by someone with a spiritual weapon, and his heart was a little turbulent, and when he looked down at the middle-grade spiritual weapon, his heart felt stagnant. Adding up a hundred pieces of these things, I'm afraid they won't be able to exchange for a top-grade spiritual weapon. This is not so much a bribe as a humiliation!

Li Qingshan didn't say much, but silently took out ten middle-grade spiritual weapons from the treasure bag, then put them back, cupped his hands, and was about to leave.

Liu Chuanfeng let out a mournful cry: "Fellow Daoist, just pretend I'm begging you!"

Li Qingshan stood still, raised his head and let out a long sigh, that's all. It is better to be begged than to beg. The most important thing is a place to stay. This place is so deserted, maybe it is suitable for him to practice!

Turn around and reach out.

"What?"

"Waist card!" Li Qingshan heard that the chief disciple has many privileges when he walks among hundreds of schools. He can freely enter and exit some places that ordinary disciples cannot, so that it is convenient for Li Qingshan to study in various schools in the future.

Liu Chuanfeng was overjoyed, he never expected that Li Qingshan would really agree. With a sudden wave of his hand, a puppy appeared out of thin air, barked, and ran to the depths of the bamboo forest. After a while, he came back with a waist card in his mouth.

Li Qingshan took it, and the puppy disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, he couldn't help asking in surprise: "This is it?"

Liu Chuanfeng said proudly: "My novelist's secret skills are beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Li Qingshan keenly noticed that the hickey marks on Liu Chuanfeng's face disappeared at some point, and even the scent of makeup disappeared. Perhaps, the novelist really has some extraordinary abilities.

Liu Chuanfeng invited Li Qingshan into the room. This is a suspended bamboo house with a bamboo and wood structure. The smell of ink floats in the dark room. The low table covered with paper is messy, and there are densely packed words on it.

Liu Chuanfeng pushed aside the paper, exposed the table, asked Li Qingshan to sit down, and served tea and water courteously.

Li Qingshan then picked up a piece of paper and asked: "You wrote these?"

Liu Chuanfeng said proudly: "Yes, you can call me Master Fengyue, that's my pseudonym."

So familiar, really so familiar, must have heard it somewhere!

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Li Qingshan's mind, the book that Sun Fubai quietly handed him, the author's name on it, isn't it the four characters Fengyue Master.

He suddenly understood why Sun Fubai behaved like that, and why no one reported him as a novelist! Huo Ran stood up and kicked over the low table in front of him.

Fuck you write novels!