Four hundred and thirtieth chapters Haoran into a book
It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
This year's snow came earlier than Lin Yanli expected. When he opened the window, he saw that the ground was covered with hoarfrost.
Shops along the street swept away the snow in front of their doors, piled it into a ball, and piled it in the corner.
At this time, people are walking in a hurry and rushing to buy the supplies they need at home before it snows.
A charcoal seller began to sell charcoal along the street. His voice was so loud that you could hear it everywhere. Passers-by stopped to look at it, but not many people bought it.
Although it has snowed, it is still late autumn in terms of solar terms, so it is still too early to buy carbon to prepare for winter.
Lin Yanli lay in front of the window and watched the snow scene for a while, and soon heard footsteps on the corridor.
Li Zhujiu guessed that he came looking for them, so he simply opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a little girl wearing a green cotton-padded jacket, carrying a stove and a bag of charcoal in her hands, and bowed to Li Zhujiu.
"Guest, the shopkeeper said it will snow more heavily today, please remember to keep warm."
The little girl's voice was clear and somewhat endearing. After finishing speaking, she left the room.
Lin Yanli breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door to the side. She saw Li Shang standing in the corridor wearing thin clothes and wielding a sword. She hooked her hand at him and asked him to come into the room.
Even if there is a continuous flow of true energy in the body, it is difficult to escape the shackles of mortals. In this winter, if you wear too thin clothes, you may catch the wind and cold.
After Li Shang entered the room, he first rubbed his hands in front of the stove, and then walked around the stove and picked up the sword pile.
Lin Yanli sat cross-legged opposite Li Zhujiu, took out the book from the storage bag, sketched for a while, and handed the book into Li Zhujiu's hand.
"The things left by the major repairmen at the top of Mutian City have been sorted out. Please take a look and see if there is anything wrong."
Li Zhujiu took the book and opened the first page. There were four people written on it.
The first person left with "Qing" is Lin Qingxuan, the best in swordsmanship and a ten thousand year old swordsman.
The second person left with "Zheng" is Cao Zheng, Master of the Sword Immortal. His swordsmanship is pure, his righteousness is mighty, and his inscription is Hongwei.
The third person, Gu Xuanbei and Chen Mo Mo, left messages side by side. In addition to "Gu Xuan Bei, Chen Mo Mo slayed the big demon in form here", they also added two new sentences: "I am the master of swordsmanship in the world" and "The mirror flower, water moon and moon are the strongest."
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Compared with the previous two people, the words left by Gu Xuanbei and Chen Momo undoubtedly seemed dull and silly.
Turning to the second page, I opened the white list and could not finish the whole page.
"An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy."
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands."
"The turbulent waterfalls compete with each other, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are filled with thunder."
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"Bai Qing is the strongest."
"Slaying demons is like drinking alcohol."
"The great demon is vast and weak."
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Most of the words left behind were poems, or words written casually. There were so many that it was quite shocking to see.
Bai Qing, the Immortal of Poetry and Swords, the only Immortal in the world.
Then there are Li Kuai, Xu Wunu, Liu Guan and other great swordsmen who are still in the world.
Next, there were the major repairmen who had died in the battle. The predecessors planted trees and the latter could enjoy the shade. Lin Yanli listed all the predecessors who left words on the city top one by one.
I really couldn't find a name or a way out, so I could only label it with two characters.
After writing about the people of Mutian City, we will list them by state and region later.
According to military exploits and contributions, we will write about Central China first, then Eastern Longzhou and Antarctic Reef State, and finally Western Quanzhou.
I will mention the monks of the Immortal Family first, and then I will write about the wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers. No one who left the author on the city was left behind.
Li Zhujiu turned to the last page and exhaled heavily.
"I think it's pretty good, but Western Quanzhou will be dissatisfied with it."
Lin Yanli took out a few sweet potatoes from the storage bag, placed them on the charcoal fire, waved his hand and said: "I'm just seeking truth from facts. Apart from Baima Temple and Xiaolong Temple, which are some of the more famous Buddhist temples in Quanzhou in the west, the other sects on the mountains are
How many times have you killed? How many transformed beasts have you killed?"
Li Zhujiu reached out and turned over the sweet potatoes, then raised his eyes and said, "It's better not to use your own name when you sign. It might cause trouble."
Lin Yanli nodded. She naturally knew that some people would be dissatisfied, but she still wanted to send this book to Guanhai Academy for distribution. Now that the war situation in the north has become tense, Mutian City cannot be defended anymore, and something must be used.
Come and inspire the monks on the mountain and down the mountain to work hard to resist beasts.
Otherwise, the beast tide in the north will still sweep across the four states as in the original work, damaging the foundation of the spiritual world, leaving the people with no survival, and turning the paradise into a scorched earth.
Lin Yanli rubbed the back of his hands and said frankly: "I plan to use Jiang Wanli's name. I want to see if those monks are capable of going to the Thousand Demon Sect to make themselves uncomfortable."
Li Zhujiu knew Lin Yanli's inside story and thought this was feasible. He closed the book and handed it back to Lin Yanli, "You can give it a beautiful name."
Lin Yanli pursed her lips and smiled, put the book on the ground, took out the brush, wrote "Haoran", and then signed it - Jiang Wanli.
Li Zhujiu's eyes widened and he muttered: "This is too 'beautiful'!"
She didn't read much, but she knew how big these two words were.
This was sent to Guanhai Academy. When those gentlemen saw these two words, they were not allowed to bow with both hands, change their clothes and burn incense before opening the book.
Then I turned to the first page, and I might have to kowtow twice.
Lin Yanli blew the ink on the cover, took a sweet potato from the stove, peeled off the red skin carefully, pinched off a small piece and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it twice and found it was quite sweet, so he cut it into two pieces.
, handed half of the wine to Li Zhu.
Li Zhujiu was not polite at all, using spiritual energy to isolate the heat, the sword energy split into several small pieces in a flash, and he tasted it slowly.
"It will be the beginning of winter soon. It will take seven or eight days to send Feijian to Guanhai Academy. After those gentlemen have completed the review and the ISBN has been officially established, printing and selling will probably have to wait until the end of the year."
Lin Yanli patted the book and said with a hint of anticipation, "I'm sure this book won't be sold, and it will make a huge sum of money."
Li Zhujiu immediately decided, "I also want to write a book!"
On the second day, as the innkeeper said, it snowed even harder.
Tainan City, a large mortal city, began to become sparsely populated.
Lin Yanli and his party walked through the snow all the way to the north gate of Tainan City. They looked at the foggy sea in the distance and wanted to take a boat across the sea to see the scenery.
As the beginning of winter approaches, the fishermen at sea have returned to Tainan City to spend the winter, and only a few watermelon boats transporting goods can be seen on the sea.
By chance, a cross-water ferry sailed through the fog in the distance. The man behind the boat was an old man wearing a bamboo hat. Seeing Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu stretching their necks to look at the islands in the distance, they shouted: "Guests!"
But want to see the sea scenery?"
Lin Yanli replied and asked, "How much does it cost?"
The boss of the boat responded: "It's snowing and cold today, ten copper coins per person!"
Ten copper coins were not expensive at all. Lin Yanli quickly took out ten taels of silver and handed them to the boatman to charter this small Hengshui ferry.