Li Qingshan really wanted to say, "Hey, hey, you don't seem to have anything to do with this!" He had not used any of the techniques of the school of Novels from the beginning to the end.
Regardless, this battle had greatly boosted the reputation of the school of Novels, which had been in decline for a long time. At the very least, no one dared to mock Li Qingshan, the top disciple of the school of Novels anymore.
After his joy, Liu Chuanfeng brought up the past again. "Qingshan, thanks to Senior Apprentice Brother's efforts, the Cloudwisp Club you mentioned has basically been established. The process of gathering credibility has indeed become much faster. At this rate, there's great hope for me to reach Foundation Establishment. This was all your idea. You should quickly condense the Divine Talisman of Great Creation!"
Li Qingshan hesitated for a moment, stroking his chin as he muttered to himself.
"That's right, Qingshan, you're the only one left!" A clear voice rang out from outside the door. Sun Fubai rode the white crane, spiraling down from the sky and landing in the courtyard.
Li Qingshan glanced over and almost failed to recognise him. All he saw was that Sun Fubai was still the same Sun Fubai, but he had lost a lot of his white hair. Moreover, his face was ruddy, and there was a slight breeze when he walked. He gave off a joyous feeling like he was in high spirits. The leisure that originally belonged to an old man had faded away, replaced by a desire to forge ahead like a man in his prime.
"Senior Apprentice Brother, your cultivation!" Liu Chuanfeng blurted out.
The original Sun Fubai had been at the eighth layer of Qi Practitioner due to his talent. At this age, it was basically impossible for him to advance any further. However, after not seeing him for more than half a year, Sun Fubai was already at the ninth layer of Qi Practitioner.
Once his cultivation improved, his true Qi increased greatly, and his eight extraordinary meridians were all unobstructed, he naturally looked younger. However, the most fundamental thing was still the influence of one's mentality. Compared to staying in the bookstore and waiting for the arrival of destiny, Compared to staying in a bookstore and waiting for destiny to arrive, it was undoubtedly more energizing to establish the foundation of the school of Novels and restore the school to its former glory.
Sun Fubai smiled and said, "I haven't been idle during this period of time. I've been writing a few things."
As large as the Cloudwisp Club was, it was impossible for Liu Chuanfeng's novels to survive alone. As the boss behind the scenes of the Cloudwisp Association, Sun Fubai naturally had to make use of the "medium" he had established. Over the past few days, whenever he was done with his tasks, he would have nothing to do. Then, he picked up his brush and started writing again.
He had read more than ten thousand books in his life and had experienced the vicissitudes of life. His knowledge and experience were naturally not something that Liu Chuanfeng could compare with. Following the path pointed out by Li Qingshan, he changed his writing style slightly. He wrote about things that the common people liked to hear and see, and the effect was excellent. Now, the popularity of "Old Man Cangbai" was even higher than that of "Master of Wind and Moon", Liu Chuanfeng.
He gathered a large amount of power of belief. He had been stuck at the eighth layer of Qi Training for many years, and with the help of this power, he forcefully crossed the threshold, allowing his cultivation to advance further.
Li Qingshan said, "Fu Bo. Why did you come back? "
Sun Fubai said, "I heard that you were going to duel with someone, so I came back to take a look. It looks like you won."
Now, the remaining three members of the School of Novels were gathered together once again. Happy events had happened again. Their hearts were filled with joy.
Sun Fubai said, "I also brought something back for you."
"Oh, what's this?" Liu Chuanfeng took an ordinary white cloth bag from Sun Fubai's hands. Aside from the red silk binding the bag, there was nothing special about it. There was no sign of spiritual energy either.
Li Qingshan also became curious. For cultivators, anything without spiritual energy was not considered a good thing. This gift from Sun Fubai was a little strange.
Liu Chuanfeng opened it and saw that it was filled with papers and letters.
In order to get feedback from his subordinates in time so that Liu Chuanfeng could change his approach, Sun Fubai had the members of the Cloudwisp Society ask for their opinions after their storytelling performances in various places. Later on, many listeners would send messages to the "Master of Wind and Moon". Even if they were illiterate, there would still be people who would write and record the messages. All of them would be collected and sent to Liu Chuanfeng.
Liu Chuanfeng hurriedly opened it and started reading. Naturally, most of the messages were praises, but there were also quite a few suggestions and expectations. He sat there, smiling foolishly. He was the head of the family who had the least dignity in the Hundred Schools of Thought, and was often mocked and looked down upon by others. He had finally found the respect that he hadn't felt in a long time, and he truly understood the beauty of writing novels.
This gift was indeed much more valuable than any spiritual pill or spiritual stone.
Then, Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan, "Qingshan, you like to drink, so I've brought back fine alcohol from various places for you. Although it can't compare to spiritual alcohol, which can assist with cultivation, they all have their own tastes."
The territory of the fifteen hundred kilometers of Clear River prefecture produced several dozen types of famous fine alcohol. The ingredients and brewing methods all differed. Sun Fubai then selected the aged high grade alcohol from them and brought it back for Li Qingshan.
Let alone everything else, just the thought alone was enough to touch people's hearts. Being able to taste fine alcohol from various places while sitting at home was even more delightful.
Li Qingshan accepted the several dozen jars of fine alcohol and bowed. "Thank you, Fubai."
Sun Fubai smiled. "This is all a small matter. Compared to your idea, it's nothing at all. Now that I've borrowed your idea, I've already planted the seeds. If you don't enjoy the shade below, then you'll be letting down my kind intentions."
Having reached this point, just who could still turn him down? Li Qingshan said, "I want to learn how to condense a Divine Talisman of Great Creation. Please teach me, Fubai."
The power of faith could take on many forms. Although it was very ordinary in Liu Chuanfeng's hands, he didn't know how to fight. For example, he could summon a chain out of thin air. Even if it couldn't trap an enemy, as long as it could be used at a critical moment to disturb an enemy's thoughts, it could turn the tide of a battle. Taking care of a one-track minded fool like Chu Tian would be even easier.
If he took a step further and condensed enough power of faith, even if he could trap the enemy for a second, who knew how many times he could strike.
Sun Fubai smiled. The school of Novels finally had a legacy.
Liu Chuanfeng turned a deaf ear to all of this. He only smiled foolishly at the letters, lying down, squatting, and reading them.
Sun Fubai and Li Qingshan looked at each other and smiled.
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A sea with azure waves surging endlessly. Countless rivers flowed into it. The seawater evaporated, turning into clouds that filled up the rivers.
At this time, a mysterious energy suddenly smoothed out all the ripples on the surface of the sea. A deep blue rune rose up from the calm sea. Countless water dragons rose up and gathered on it. The rune became clearer and stronger, emitting a restrained light. Finally, it floated on the sea.
Only then did the waves return to the sea. Vaguely, there seemed to be a spirit turtle swimming past.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes. There seemed to be a divine talisman flashing in the depths of his eyes. The process of condensing a Divine Talisman of Great Creation was much simpler than he had expected. Perhaps because his true qi was pure, he completed it in less than three days.
However, the dao of divine talismans was different from ordinary cultivation. Unlike ordinary cultivation, condensing a divine talisman was just the beginning.
Sun Fubai had already returned to the prefectural city to deal with the affairs of the Cloudwisp Society. Li Qingshan gave him a few more suggestions. He hurried back, wanting to make the Cloudwisp Society even stronger.
After Liu Chuanfeng finished reading the letters, he left the Hundred Schools of Thought. He wanted to follow the example of the novelists of ancient times and go out for a gathering.
Thus, Li Qingshan, the chief disciple, was the only one left on the vast Cloudwisp Island. But before he left, he left something for Li Qingshan — an exquisite desk.
Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were already arranged.
The pure white paper unfolded, appearing even whiter under the illumination of the snow outside the window. There was a row of weasel bristles of different sizes on the brush rack. Even a crude person like Li Qingshan could not help but want to write something.
Several days later, Liu Chuanfeng returned from his gathering. In reality, he had gone to the various branches of the Cloudwisp Society and heard that the writers had written his novels. He was secretly enjoying it. Riding on the white crane, he had gone to many places in seven or eight days.
He thought, I wonder how Li Qingshan is doing. Hmph, writing novels is not that easy. He must have written some rubbish. I'll teach him a good lesson later and restore my dignity as the head of the family.
Liu Chuanfeng arrived at the bamboo loft and saw Li Qingshan sitting at the desk with a brush in hand. Little Ann was sprawled on the floor, reading the annotations of a Buddhist scripture. When he saw Liu Chuanfeng, he glanced at him but did not say anything.
Li Qingshan did not even turn his head. Liu Chuanfeng thought, He's quite serious. He walked over to take a look. The white paper was blank except for a drop of black ink on the tip of the nose.
"Where's the one you've written?" Liu Chuanfeng asked.
Li Qingshan slowly turned his head. "What's the one you've written?"
"Novels!" Liu Chuanfeng said matter-of-factly. However, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a little messy. Li Qingshan, who was always in high spirits, actually looked a little dispirited.
"Hehe!" Little Ann laughed. Li Qingshan immediately glared at him. He stuck out his tongue and made a funny face.
Li Qingshan finally understood what it meant to write six words in three days.
He wanted to write them himself, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Although he had forgotten most of his memories from his previous life, he still remembered some classic stories.
However, when he tried to convert these memories into words and write them on the tip of his brush, he immediately felt that he was not cut out for this.
He forced himself to write some, but the words were so clumsy that he could not bear to read them. He suddenly realized that the classic stories in his memories were so boring.
He tried drinking tea to calm his mind, tried drinking wine to liven things up, but it did not work at all. He could not write at all. He even began to admire Liu Chuanfeng. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, at least he could write a book.
Liu Chuanfeng tried his best to suppress his smile, but it still leaked out from every smile line, saying, "Ha, to think you'd have such a day."
He said in a 'sincere and heartfelt manner', "I told you it's not that easy. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Come, let the famous novelist Lady Breeze teach you how to write."
Pa, Li Qingshan threw his brush aside and stood up. "I'm not writing anymore. What's so fun about writing novels? It's a waste of time. I'm going to exercise." He took Little Ann and walked out of the door. They rode on the clouds and disappeared into the darkness before dawn. From afar, his reprimanding voice could be heard, "Don't laugh!"
Liu Chuanfeng was speechless. He sighed and shook his head. It seemed that it would not be easy for the school of novels to pass down its legacy!
In the evening, Liu Chuanfeng was writing at his desk. Li Qingshan pushed the door open and entered. There were bruises on his face, but he smiled confidently. "I want to write novels!"
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