Han Qiongzhi saw that Li Qingshan was distracted. She smiled and waved her hand in front of his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
Li Qingshan said, "I'm thinking of a way to deal with this Little Brother Chu."
Han Qiongzhi frowned. "Is there really a way?"
"I might as well give it a try." Li Qingshan smiled. His bronze-colored face was brimming with sunshine confidence.
Han Qiongzhi's heart rippled. The cup in her hand stopped.
"Senior Sister Han, the commander has invited you back."
Qian Rongzhi came to Bamboo Loft Qian and bowed with her head lowered. It was as if she had not heard anything.
"Thank you for the wine." Han Qiongzhi put down the wine cup and left in a hurry as if she was escaping.
Li Qingshan watched her leave. His gaze fell on Qian Rongzhi. His smile disappeared immediately. It was replaced by a cold winter day.
"Qian Rongzhi, I was just about to look for you. Can you explain to me what happened in Ancient Wind City? "
Gu Yanying had issued a gag order regarding what Qian Rongzhi had done, which could be regarded as a form of protection for this "Nighthawk" who had performed the most meritorious deed. As a result, not a lot of people knew about the inside story. Li Qingshan could only guess a thing or two based on his understanding of Qian Rongzhi.
Qian Rongzhi made her way to the veranda and sat down diagonally. She picked up the cup of alcohol that Han Qiongzhi had left behind and drank by herself under Li Qingshan's gaze. Afterwards, she began to explain everything that had happened.
After hearing everything, Li Qingshan could not help but sigh. During the few months he had been in secluded cultivation, her cultivation had not advanced by much, but she had not been idling around. She had been using her own methods to curry favor.
"You won't be in any danger. Little Ann won't be in any danger either. I have no right to remind you."
"Are you sure there won't be any danger?"
"No, but we can only blame ourselves for being too weak. I can't leave the Hundred Schools of Thought anymore. "Qian Rongzhi drank cup after cup.
Li Qingshan understood. No matter how heavily injured the White Lotus Mother was, killing her would be as easy as crushing a bug. As the greatest traitor of the White Lotus Sect, she would have to live her days carefully from now onwards. Profit from betrayal. He would have to pay the price for his betrayal.
"Commander Gu promised me that if I could reach Foundation Establishment, she would take me to the Ruyi commandery."
Li Qingshan said, "So she has already arranged a way out for you."
"Escape route? Without the Hundred Schools of Thought, how long will it take for me to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage? Ten years? Twenty years? Fifty years? The biggest possibility was that he wouldn't be able to reach Foundation Establishment. Even if he managed to, would he be able to live in peace in the Ruyi commandery? " Qian Rongzhi smiled bitterly. Gu Yanying had given her a generous reward, but she was not Little Ann, Chu Tian, or even Li Qingshan. With her talent, it would already be a miracle if she could reach the sixth layer of Artifact Forging.
She hated Gu Yanying uncontrollably. She hated how she manipulated her like a chess piece. She hated how she clearly saw through her hatred, yet she did not take it to heart. She hated how she did not even have the ability to bite back.
Li Qingshan fell silent. There was no longer a place in the world that could shelter her now that she was hated by a Golden Core cultivator. This vicious woman who had made it to the Hundred Schools of Thought with him might seem glorious, but she had actually reached a dead end.
Qian Rongzhi suddenly stood up and fished out a pile of items from her hundred treasures pouch. There were a great number of pills and spiritual stones. There was even a Virtue Accumulation pill among them. There were also many mid and high grade spiritual artifacts, as well as a supreme grade spiritual artifact. The Virtue Accumulation pill and the supreme grade spiritual artifact had all been given to her by Gu Yanying. To a Qi Practitioner, they could basically be regarded as supreme treasures.
Li Qingshan also suspected whether Qian Rongzhi was drunk or not, and even more drunk than Chu Danqing.
"I'm going to carry out a mission, so I'll leave these items with you for now. If I don't return, I'll give them to Little Ann."
"Right now?" Li Qingshan was taken aback too. He had heard that powerful cultivators all knew some divination techniques. If she left right now, she would basically be walking into a trap. She would probably be tortured to death by the White Lotus Mother.
"I don't want to die. I just don't want to live like this." Qian Rongzhi smiled charmingly and combed her hair. She had only just tamed fate. She could plan and scheme according to her own will. Yet now, because of the White Lotus Sect, she had lost the leeway to maneuver. Any plan was filled with the possibility of failure. Compared to death, she found this situation even more intolerable.
Right now, she wanted to gamble with fate again, just so that she could no longer rely on it to survive.
At this moment, the sky twisted. Dense mist sealed up the islands of the hundred schools once more. After several days of repair, the Formation of Dragons and Snakes finally operated once more, protecting the disciples of the hundred schools.
Many disciples of the Hundred Schools of Thought stopped and emerged from the buildings, gazing up.
They discussed with one another quietly, "Now it's great!"
"In the past, I felt like I was rather restricted, but now, without the formation, I feel like I have no clothes."
Countless fearful and uneasy souls calmed down with the reactivation of the formation.
Qian Rongzhi smiled self-deprecatingly. She left Cloudwisp island, left the Hundred Schools of Thought, and stepped into the treacherous waters of fate.
Li Qingshan stowed these items away silently. He did not bless her, nor did he curse her.
Glancing at the sky, he returned to his room and began to write.
The paper balls scattered on the ground. Li Qingshan was vexed. Li Bai had written hundreds of poems in a drinking contest, but could he, Li Qingshan, not write a fairy tale in a drinking contest?
An idea flashed through his mind. Li Qingshan stood up. "This isn't how the story should be written!"
When he arrived at the Cloudwisp Society, Sun Fubai and Liu Chuanfeng were anxiously revising his novel. However, the amount of work required was not small. A novel that was a million words long had to be revised in its entirety. Moreover, it had to be able to match the beginning and the end. Even if they did not sleep or rest, it was not something that could be finished in a few days.
Sun Fubai also said, "Qingshan, this is too rushed."
"We can only try our best." Li Qingshan then said to Liu Chuanfeng, "Help me draw some things."
"I don't have the time!" Liu Chuanfeng shouted.
"Then I'll go find other artists." Li Qingshan remembered that the Cloudwisp Society also had many artists who specialized in drawing illustrations for novels.
Li Qingshan selected a young artist who could draw meticulously, then voiced his thoughts and asked them to draw.
After Li Qingshan's visit, the members of the Cloudwisp Society knew that he was one of the three masters. They did not dare to be negligent, and they hurriedly drew with all their might.
Li Qingshan meditated. After a while, an artist handed over a sample drawing. "Boss, what do you think?" The other artist hurriedly sped up.
Li Qingshan took a look. It was indeed lifelike and extraordinarily exquisite. The image of a poor youth was vividly painted on the paper. However, Li Qingshan shook his head. "No, it's too well drawn!"
How could a good drawing not work? The two artists looked at each other in dismay.
"This is for the child. I have to make it as simple and clear as possible, and don't leave any white space. I want full color." Li Qingshan confirmed his thoughts. This story could only be expressed with pictures. Back then, he had read a picture book.
And he had to ensure that he could understand the meaning of the picture. Children's literacy was very limited. On second thought, what he was making now was no longer a so-called novel, but a comic book or a comic book.
However, the original novelists had always been based on hearsay. They did not rigidly adhere to words. No matter what method was used, it was enough as long as people knew and believed it. He wanted to use the methods of artists to defeat artists.
He stayed in the Cloudwisp Society until night time, and finally decided on the style of the drawing. However, no matter how simple it was, the drawing produced by the two artists was still much more exquisite than the picture book in his memory.
Then, he immediately gathered all the artists who were skilled in meticulous drawing and began to imitate the drawing. The story was very simple, and there were less than a hundred pages in total.
In the end, Li Qingshan added a voice-over that was so simple it was almost childish at the bottom of the drawing, and it became a picture book.
Li Qingshan weighed it in his hand. The original manuscript was crucial to summoning the characters in the book, as well as his trump card to defeat Chu Danqing the painter.
… …
In a small town thirty kilometers away from Clear River city.
Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump. A peddler chewed on a rattle-drum and carried a shoulder pole, making his way through the alleyway paved with limestone.
In the alleyway, a door opened, and a little head poked out. "Peddler uncle, do you have candy?"
"Yes, sesame candy, maltose candy, sweet candy. We have everything!" The peddler shouted at the top of his lungs, listing off a string of goods like he was singing.
A group of children scurried over like little monkeys, surrounding the peddler as they held a few copper coins in their hands.
"What's this?" A child saw a pile of brightly-coloured picture books on the goods. There were four words written on them, but he only recognised the word "horse".
The peddler said, "You're the sharp-eyed one. Take a look."
The children held a book in each hand and flipped through it. Perhaps they didn't quite understand the contents of the book, but the beautiful drawings alone were enough to attract their attention. Their hearts suddenly wavered. Should they buy candy or books?
"How much is this book? I'll buy it! "said a chubby kid. He had a little more copper coins than his companions.
"I'll buy it too!" Said the oldest child. He had learnt how to read in the private school, so when he understood the words below, he was immediately drawn in by the story in the book. Even if he did not want to eat the candy, he would buy it.
The peddler said, "It's free. It's a gift. One book per person. You're not allowed to take more!"
The children cheered.
"Can I take it too?" A child said timidly. Compared to his companions' cotton-padded jackets, his patched clothes seemed particularly thin. He did not have a single copper coin on him. He had only come to join in on the fun.
"Take it!" The peddler casually stuffed another two pieces of candy into the child's mouth. The money he earned from giving these books away was even more than what he earned from selling the entire load of goods. He was extremely happy to be able to have a good new year.
The peddler walked far away, and the children gathered together.
"It's so beautiful." "What's this drawing!"
The oldest child coughed twice, mimicking the teacher. "Come, I'll read it to you!"
…
Sun Shuping took a new chapter from Sun Fubai. He was prepared to go back and revise it. After he had thought of how to say it, he would teach it to the other storytellers.
Although he felt that the book would not be as charming as it was when it was not changed, there were not many changes. If he could explain some of the key points well, it would be more interesting. Cutting off the Bright Peak with a single slash was quite interesting.
The young owner looked young, but his writing skills were really impressive. He was much better than the second owner, the Mistress of Moon Breeze.
PS: Treat Singles' Day as if it doesn't exist. Yes, just ignore it. Women are not important. As long as you have the monthly votes, that's enough. Hehehehe.
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