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Book Sea Pavilion
When Li Qingshan awoke from his meditative state, the moon was already high in the sky, its silvery radiance was like a wash, illuminating the earth.
Rows upon rows of bamboo buildings were cut by the moonlight into a crisscrossing scene of light and shadow.
On the ground, there was also a pillar of light that shot up into the sky.
He suddenly realized that he was in this pillar of light. It was the spiritual light gathered by the formation.
The true qi in his sea of qi became more and more abundant. Under the suppression of the spirit turtle and the purification of the sumeru ring, it was like a boundless, pure lake, without any ripples. However, as long as he needed to, he could also raise a monstrous wave and destroy everything in front of him.
Li Qingshan smiles. With the help of this magic formation, the Lianqi stage will not be an obstacle for him. He steps out of the magic formation and walks along the long corridor of light and shadow to his residence, a bamboo house facing the lake.
I didn't even have time to tidy up after I made my choice this morning.
He was going to stay in the Hundred Schools of Thought for a long time, so he needed to tidy himself up.
Light flickered in the bamboo basket, and faint voices could be heard. Li Qingshan smiled and pushed the door open.
Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai, who were sitting across from each other, turned their heads together. "Qingshan."
Li Qingshan walked to the table, sat down cross-legged, and calmly asked, "Have you decided?"
"I've decided." Liu Chuanfeng's eyes were red as if he had been crying. Agreeing to what Li Qingshan said was equivalent to denying all his past efforts. It also meant that the characters he had created would leave him forever, never to appear in this world again.
Although they were fake and lifeless, they had accompanied him through countless days and nights. If it weren't for Sun Fubai's advice, he wouldn't have been able to make such a decision in such a short time.
Sun Fubai said, "We'll wait for daybreak. I'll order my men to recall and destroy those novels. "
Li Qingshan said, "That's not necessary. Let them fade naturally."
"Huh?" Liu Chuanfeng's eyes widened.
Li Qingshan said, "All I need is determination. I hate people who are unwilling to sacrifice anything and just want to sit still and wait for others to save them. Luckily, you're not one of them."
Liu Chuanfeng felt as if he had been saved from death's door. She grabbed Li Qingshan's hand and thanked him profusely.
When he calmed down, Li Qingshan said, "Then let's begin!"
"How do we start?" Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai looked at each other.
Li Qingshan shrugged. "Of course it's to teach me the techniques of the school of Novels."
"You … you're willing to learn?" Liu Chuanfeng asked in disbelief. Li Qingshan's attitude was quite firm at the beginning.
"Not necessarily. I have to understand it first, but I might learn it. I'm not a savior. I can't possibly not understand the school of Novels. I'll save the school of Novels, "Li Qingshan said matter-of-factly. His principle was to do it to the end.
Liu Chuanfeng's face was full of excitement, but Sun Fubai's heart was filled with worry. Would it be possible to bring this decaying body back to life by injecting fresh and powerful blood into it? Or would it be a waste of this blood?
But no matter what, the school of Novels, which had stagnated for many years, began to move forward again.
"Senior Brother. Tell me! "
Sun Fubai cleared his throat and began the lesson.
The techniques of the school of Novels weren't difficult to cultivate. They didn't even need to cultivate another technique. They only needed to use the Gui Water Condensation Technique as the foundation. They only needed to condense a divine talisman in their body.
Divine talismans were a type of spiritual talisman. But they were different from ordinary spiritual talismans. Spiritual talismans were documents of heaven and earth. Cultivators could use them to communicate with heaven and earth, but divine talismans could communicate with another special power. It was the power of faith that came from the hearts of living beings.
Cultivators who possessed divine talismans would be able to live in the mortal world. Mortals believed that this was the characteristic of gods. The name of the divine talisman was the 'Talisman of Great Creation'.
In the distant past, an ancient cultivator had replicated the twisting form of the underground spirit vein. That was the embryonic form of the Talisman of Great Creation. The first step for a disciple of the school of Novels was to condense this divine talisman.
This wasn't difficult for Li Qingshan. He estimated that he would be able to do it in ten days at most. The attribute of the water armor played a crucial role.
But this was the simplest step for a disciple of the school of Novels. Gathering the power of faith to strengthen this divine talisman was the most difficult step.
It wasn't easy to write a novel that could become a legend. But in Li Qingshan's previous life, he had personally seen many people do it! He had personally witnessed the birth of many legendary characters. If the Divine Talisman of Great Creation existed in that world, they would definitely appear in this world alive.
So what was he going to do now? Find one of the books and copy it?
Seeing that Li Qingshan was willing to learn the methods of the school of Novels and didn't need to destroy his own novel, Liu Chuanfeng regained his spirit and said proudly, "Although you look down on me, it's really not easy to write a novel. If you write it yourself, you might not even be able to compare to me."
Li Qingshan agreed with him. He wasn't the type to sit down and write novels. Putting aside the fact that he couldn't remember so many words in his previous life, even if he could, would he be able to change everything?
Those stories that were filled with modern tastes probably wouldn't fit the mindset of the people of this era. In the end, they would only be treated as the dreams of a madman. Even if he could really copy out a legendary novel, how many years would it take for it to accumulate? Even if he succeeded in the end, it would only be his problem. It wouldn't be considered as saving the school of Novels.
Sun Fubai had also thought of this problem. He sighed with some worry. "This isn't easy!"
Li Qingshan said confidently, "I think you guys are mistaken about the most important problem!"
"What?"
"Whether it's novels or divine talismans, they're all just opportunities. The most important thing is the medium!"
"What do you mean by medium?" This new term left Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng rather confused.
Li Qingshan explained slightly, "It's the so-called channel of dissemination. Even if you write a beautiful novel, it'll be pointless if no one reads it."
Liu Chuanfeng said in disagreement, "If you think that's the problem, then you're underestimating us a little too much."
Only then did Li Qingshan learn that Sun Fubai had an extremely large business in the mortal world. In the Clear River prefecture, all of the major bookstores were under his name. All of them were under his name. As long as Liu Chuanfeng wrote them, no matter how unbearable the content was, the Mo Family's printing press would be able to print them out in large quantities and place them in bookstores all over the country. Every single copy of the book was cheap and could even be given away for free. It was all useless.
Li Qingshan smiled. "Is that all?"
"What else?" Liu Chuanfeng said.
Li Qingshan said, "I was born in a small mountain village. There wasn't a single bookstore there, and I haven't seen a single book in over a decade. You can count the number of literate people there with a single hand."
"So what?" Liu Chuanfeng was at a loss. It was very normal for ignorant people from mountain villages to be illiterate. Those people looked down on even the scholars among the mortals, let alone the mighty Qi warriors.
However, Sun Fubai seemed to understand something.
Li Qingshan added, "You mentioned earlier that the officials of the school of Confucianism who watch over a region will condense a divine talisman in their bodies, right?"
"Yeah. The divine talisman is called the Talisman of Great Virtue. It's actually the original Talisman of Virtue of the school of Daoism."
Virtue was an extremely important term to ancient cultivators. The difficulty of cultivation was great, and daemons and monsters posed a great threat. It forced them to use all the power they could.
The two types of divine talismans used two completely different powers in people's hearts. One was faith, and the other was gratitude. After ancient cultivators did good deeds, there would often be commoners willing to erect a longevity tablet and worship their benefactor day and night.
Although the Talisman of Virtue couldn't turn fake into real like the Talisman of Great Creation, It could turn illusion into reality. However, it had the effect of turning misfortune into fortune.
In that chaotic era where daemons roamed, luck was even more important than power. Cultivators often ran into "a dog around a corner. You can tell it's a Daemon General at a glance ". In such a predicament, it didn't matter what kind of genius you were. You could only end up as a snack.
What? A Foundation Establishment cultivator? Did you think a Daemon Commander wouldn't come out for a walk? There were also powerful mutants and terrifying demonic cultivators. The power of an individual was truly too insignificant. Even if one cultivated in seclusion for the rest of their lives, it was inevitable that disaster would come from the heavens just by sitting at home.
Thus, learning divination and accumulating merit became essential subjects for cultivators. Being able to predict such a situation, or even having a bit more luck to avoid such a situation, became crucial.
However, in this era, there was no need to worry about such situations. Although cultivators still fought fiercely against each other, compared to daemons, ghosts, mutants, and demonic cultivators, they appeared extremely gentle and adorable.
Spending effort on accumulating merit became somewhat of a loss. In the Confucian school, only the unworthy disciples would walk the path of an official. This caused many cultivators to sigh at the collapse of morality and the decline of human hearts.
Sun Fubai said, "Qingshan, what do you mean?"
Li Qingshan said, "What I mean is that you've all been mistaken about your own identities from the very beginning. What novelists pay attention to is not how to make up stories, but to be like the officials of the Confucian school, managing this three thousand li of land and trying to make as many people as possible the disseminators of stories."
"You might think that those people are very foolish, but when have we ever needed wise people? Isn't it precisely because a bunch of fools came to believe in that monster that the monster became real? To tell the truth, I don't have any prejudice against the things you've written. I just don't like them, but what I don't like doesn't mean that everyone else doesn't like them. "
"I believe that they don't have that high of a requirement for a story. In fact, compared to the poems and songs written by those great scholars, they'll even prefer the novels you've written. The audience of a scholarly novel will never be able to compare to that of a commoner. "
Liu Chuanfeng's eyes lit up. If he really reached that step, it wouldn't be difficult for him to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm. But then he said in distress, "But they can't read.
Book Sea Pavilion.
He couldn't possibly spend a few years teaching an old farmer how to read, could he?
"This is just the most long-term plan and strategy. If we can't teach old farmers how to read, why can't we teach children? We don't lack money, so we can set up hundreds or thousands of Hope … private schools and teach children to read for free. Sooner or later, they'll become the cornerstone of novelists. "
Sun Fubai was also stunned by Li Qingshan's plan. This kind of vision had completely exceeded their imagination. Even the Confucian school, which emphasized education without discrimination and blessings, wouldn't think of setting up a Hope … private school. It would be best if they didn't know how to read for the rest of their lives and live peacefully as ordinary people.
But this plan seemed so reasonable. They had always been thinking about how to write moving novels, but they didn't think about how to cultivate readers, especially from these lowliest and ignorant children of farmers. Perhaps it was because he came from a mountain village that he could think of this!
The idea of a Hope private school was simply too good. They could even use novels as initiation reading material. Of course, they couldn't use the kind like Liu Chuanfeng's. So this was the reason why he was determined to have Liu Chuanfeng destroy those books. It was like a beacon of light had been lit up before them, and as they thought about it, the beacon of light became the sun very soon.
Li Qingshan gave them time to digest it before continuing, "If you look closer, it's not just words that can spread stories!"
In his era, there were still not a lot of people who were willing to sit down and read, but through various mediums, more "gods" had been created in the past twenty years than in the past two thousand years.
Sun Fubai's train of thought had already been cleared up. "You mean?"
"We need storytellers, singers, actors, and everyone who can spread stories for us. Afterwards, we'll unite them and establish a- an association. We'll call it the Cloudwisp association." Li Qingshan extended his right hand and suddenly clenched it before swinging it. "We'll have them travel to every corner of the Clear River prefecture and tell the stories we've written."
In this world, these people were truly inferior. They were looked down upon everywhere. Their status was even lower than farmers. Who knew how many worlds separated Qi Practitioners from these people, yet he said he wanted to use their power now. Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai had never even considered it before, but after careful consideration, they found it to be very reasonable.
Originally, when Li Qingshan said he could save the school of Novels, they did not completely believe it. They only wanted to give it a try. But now, they all believed it would work. If they continued with Li Qingshan's plan, the school of Novels would have a future.
"Stop writing at your desk. Go out and establish all of this. It might take some time, but as long as we succeed, many people will believe us even if we say the end of the world is coming next year. By then, what kind of power will we be able to use? The power of the end of the world? "Li Qingshan smiled.
Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were so excited that they could barely contain themselves. There was only a single thought in their heads — the school of Novels could be saved.
"Uncle Fu, this matter will be very troublesome. You'll need to use the power you have in the mortal world to find as many helpers as you can to complete it bit by bit."
Sun Fubai waved his hand with a smile. "It's not troublesome, not troublesome at all." At his age, his cultivation had stopped advancing a long time ago. There was not much point in persisting with cultivation anymore. However, if he really could succeed with this, it was not impossible for his cultivation to advance to a whole new level, reaching a realm that he would have never imagined in the past.
The power gathered by the divine talismans had always been a power that surpassed the conventions of cultivation. Whether it was for the school of Novels or himself, he would definitely do everything he could.
The reason for the rise of the school of Novels was laid on this night with the bright moon. (To be continued) ~.
The Book Sea Pavilion
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