The Cultivation Road of the Heartthrob Cub

The early morning mist has not yet dissipated, but the street market in the morning is already bustling with smoke. The steamed buns and steamed buns are smoking, and the wontons and tofu nao on the roadside exude an attractive fragrance.

Among the big men in front of the small stall, some of them have already started to eat "snorting", while others are posing as farmers, waiting for the store to deliver the food.

Several people were busy in their own way, obviously they were all strangers to each other, but one of them accidentally mentioned the word "Taoist couple", the big man in the peasant's mouth was shocked, and then he slapped his thigh and said:

"I just said why I always felt like I forgot something important today. It turned out to be a sand sculpture Taoist couple!"

What he said was nonsense, but obviously, many people around knew what the Sand Sculpture Taoist Companion was.

The big man who had just swallowed a mouthful of bean curd brains first showed his white teeth in a smile at the man just now, and then said, "Is it the story in the thousand-jin paper you are talking about!"

The farmer, a big man, nodded and took the wontons brought by the proprietress. He was about to say yes, but found that many people around him were answering.

Apparently they're all the same!

The big man was happy when he saw it, so he started chatting.

Some gossip about the real version of "Xi Dang Dad", and some discuss whether the "amnesia stalk" is authentic.

Someone else sighed and said: "I am easily infected. Whenever I see a scene where I don't know each other, I think of how sweet they were together before."

"In contrast, it's even more sad..."

"Yeah yeah."

There were different voices in the crowd, and he said loudly, "But I think this story of meeting strangers is very double-feeling."

"Wouldn't it be better to abuse the other protagonist a few times first, and then get back together again!"

A few words aroused a lot of minorities, and everyone spoke freely, making an ordinary stall even more lively than a market.

At the same time, in a restaurant not far away, a group of Confucian cultivators in scholar robes sat down to drink tea after cleaning their hands.

None of them talked too much with each other. In fact, most of them had their ears pricked up, listening carefully to the discussions of the people outside.

After listening, I have to silently respond to the previous sentence in my heart, I can't wait to just end the chat.

But none of the young Confucianism cultivators moved, and each of them was particularly capable of putting on airs, after all, a certain master of their group had said so.

A certain article is meaningless and grandstanding, it is of no use at all!

As young disciples of this master, even if they have different ideas, they have to hold back for the time being.

Two hours before noon, a disciple stood up first, said "There are three urgencies for people" and walked out of the private room.

Hearing this, the movements in the hands of all the disciples paused, and after a few breaths, another disciple stood up and said:

"Perhaps it's because the breakfast was a little cold, and I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I'll take my leave first. Forgive me."

When the third person stood up, he looked at the only person who was still sitting there, and said, "I, I'll go find them." Then he ran away.

When the people sitting in the distance heard the words, their movements remained unchanged.

A moment later, a man dressed as a servant knocked on the door of the private room, and when he heard the word "enter", he walked in quickly, and respectfully presented a volume of heavy paper with both hands.

Ruxiu, who quickly took the paper, gave the servant a look of "you can step down", and was about to look.

Unexpectedly, before leaving, the old servant said: "I met three young masters who came with you at the bookstore."

"Then have the three of them seen each other?"

The old servant replied respectfully: "I see."

Hearing this, the Confucian cultivator in a scholar's robe smiled cheerfully, shook the thousand-jin paper slightly and said, "Look! This is called superior skill!"

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In the second half of the story written by Qing Huan, the protagonist who lost his memory did not recover his memory easily, but appeared in front of another protagonist many times by coincidence.

The other protagonist was physically and mentally abused, and gradually became abnormal, so he couldn't help but attack the amnesiac protagonist.

The starting point here is another pot of dog blood that Qing Huan sowed—forced love!

However, sad sand sculptures are also sand sculptures, and the nature of sand sculptures with amnesia will not change.

Therefore, this "forced love" is naturally different.

Wall dong, bed dong, and leg dong take turns, and forced kisses are indispensable.

Qing Huan not only wrote a wave of "forced love", but also a sand sculpture version.

That is to say, readers who have not experienced this kind of downpour of dog blood will encounter an upgraded version of the dog blood plot when they first get in touch.

Simply miserable!

The protagonist who lost his memory was awakened by the intimate behavior, but now the relationship between him and the supporting role is only a layer of window paper.

The main character with amnesia who is caught in two relationships is struggling internally, and at the same time, the other main character and the supporting actor are also struggling...

In this way, Qing Huan wrote a three-person emotional scene, and it was all abusive.

In the end, the protagonist who lost his memory accidentally broke his head during the struggle of the three of them. When he woke up again, he recovered all his memories.

Although full of apologies to the supporting role, the two protagonists reunited after a broken mirror.

Readers who have been abused over and over, struggled to survive with "forced love", and finally saw the light of day with unremitting persistence!

They said with tears in their eyes: It's not easy!

Even thinking like an old mother marrying her daughter: Since we are together, let’s live a good life from now on...

But the first quick-witted reader appeared. He turned the page subconsciously and found out in surprise: Hey, why is there another page?

After careful consideration, his intestines were green with regret!

Because on this page, Qing Huan has resorted to a killer move - lovers are all brothers and sisters or brothers!

The quick-handed reader quickly covered his heart, sat on the chair and raised his head, taking a few deep breaths.

Can't stand it, can't stand it...

It didn't take long for many people to see this place, and then they were frustrated with different actions.

There are those who beat their own chests, those who beat their thighs, and those who are smart enough to beat others...

There is one thought in everyone's mind: God!What kind of author is this!Is he still human?How could he write such a plot!

The "simple" cultivator really opened his eyes, and at the same time opened the door to a new world!

At the same time, the eyes of many of my peers lit up with wolves: Yes!This is fine!

There are predecessors making samples, and future generations can't lose!

All of a sudden, a strange wave swept the cultivation world and the secular world.

Looking at the heavy paper in his hand, Qing Huan with clear features smiled slightly, and he wrote in "The Autobiography of Long Aotian" as follows:

I, Long Aotian, a man who is destined to lead the fashion trend and be at the forefront of the world!

No, cross it out, it's a boy!The one that stays young forever!

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Because the logistics system laid by the Confucian and Taoist sects is extremely extensive, resulting in a large number of required disciples, the sect ordered the branch to recruit some disciples with lower cultivation bases as appropriate.

And these low-level disciples of Confucianism Cultivators in the small branch have been very busy recently.

Because they received a large number of "knives" sent in various ways.

There are not only short and long knives, but also single and double knives, not only some finished knives, but also some individual blades.

The person who sent the knife emphasized that these things must be sent to an author named "Huanqing", and it is best to send them a sentence.

Bah, you're not celebrating at all, are you?

Undoubtedly, "Huanqing" is Qing Huan's pseudonym.

The incidents encountered in various branches were finally reported layer by layer, which attracted the attention of a high-ranking Confucianism cultivator.

He took the initiative to contact Shaoyu who had come to get through the joints, and met Qinghuan under Shaoyu's recommendation.

Seeing this, I was simply astonished!

Confucianism cultivator Mo Ding strongly begged Qing Huan to allow him to draw a picture of a beauty.

However, Mo Ding handed Qing Huan a storage bag before making the request.

Qing Huan just scanned it briefly with her divine sense, and knew that there was a storage bag full of knives inside.

Not only that, but the "little resentment" attached to the knife has become entangled together...

Coincidentally, Qing Huan in her previous life knew the trick of "sending blades" to the author.

He immediately became vigilant, listening to what Mo Ding said to draw a picture of a beauty, he didn't want to care at all, and even wanted to slip away quickly!

Although he is very, very interested in beauties!

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When the second volume—that is, the paper containing the second half of the Sand Sculpture Daoist Companion—was released three days after it was released, perhaps the readers had reached a certain scale.

In the early morning of this day, the manuscripts on Qing Huan's desk suddenly vacated, and the paper rustled in mid-air, but none of them were blown away by the wind, and they were even arranged neatly.

Qing Huan, who heard the voice, rushed over quickly, and the next moment, a light blue literary spirit rolled over, wrapping the manuscript.

As the literary spirit gradually increases, the light blue color gradually turns darker.

Originally wrapped in cyan literary atmosphere, the original manuscript was invisible, but it emitted a golden light, and the light even pierced the literary atmosphere that wrapped it.

Like some treasure is about to be born from the cyan air mass!

After a few breaths, the golden light completely emerged from the cyan, and at the same time, the cyan literary energy quickly condensed and disappeared on the page of the original manuscript.

So there was only one book shining with golden light left in the air.

It turned out that the manuscript, which was originally placed in a mess and had not been bound, had spontaneously become a book at some point.

Qing Huan stretched out his hand in the air, and the book fell into his hands.

The moment Qing Huan just touched the book, Qing Huan felt his hand sink. With his physique of several years of body training, the average weight is not difficult for him.

It's just that at this moment, he was volleying in the air with one hand, and he was not ready, so he would inevitably sink for a moment under the weight of the book.

But it was only for a moment. After Qing Huan quickly realized, she adjusted her strength and even shook her hands.

He turned around and said to Wuzui: "It really is a thousand catty! It really has become a thousand catty paper, and the astronomical energy is also very powerful!"

Wu Zui looked at Qing Huan, who was tall and tall, holding a bright golden book in one hand, his heart was beating wildly.

He thought to himself: Sure enough, whenever I think I love him enough, he will tell me the truth, and maybe a little more.

The pale cyan color that filled the sky, and the golden light that pierced through the color, quickly attracted the attention of the people around.

Mo Ding, who lives in Bajing Palace, is the most familiar with Wen Qi, but he can probably guess what happened the moment the light blue color diffused out.

It's just that when he came to the bamboo building along the Wen Qi, he was stopped outside the formation.

Mo Ding: ...

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Facts have proved that besides helping with the blade, Mo Ding is also useful.

As the most familiar person in the field, Mo Ding said affirmatively: "Houtian's literary spirit is already strong enough to be comparable to Xiantian's, which is very good."

Afterwards, he took the golden book from Qing Huan's hand, perhaps he had prepared it long ago and was not weighed down by the weight.

Mo Ding lightly brushed the paper and words with his hands, and said to Qing Huan seriously: "Even if it is made with innate cultural energy, it may not be able to produce a thousand catties of paper, good luck, junior!"

Although the "thousand catty paper" issued by Confucian and Taoist sects has various miraculous effects, it is not real thousand catty paper, but borrowed the name of thousand catty paper and endowed it with a beautiful meaning.

The origin of the real thousand-jin paper is unknown, but the general idea is that in ancient times, when writing was first created, a single character weighed more than one thousand catty, so the paper for writing is simply called the thousand-jin paper.

In ancient times, words did have power and weight.

In today's cultivation world, although the power of words has not weakened too much, visions rarely appear.

That's why Mo Ding said that Qing Huan was really lucky.

The system in Qing Huan's mind said affirmatively: "It must be your heavenly father!"

Qing Huan: What else can I do?Of course it's a compliment to Dad!Dad is great!

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In fact, before Qing Huan found Shaoyu's team for operation, he also made some efforts himself.

For example, update that book synchronously on the Bajinggong forum.

At the very beginning, when the post was repeated again and again, Qing Huan simply went to the mission hall to send out multi-person missions, and asked people to watch the post and read the book in return for the elixir she had refined.

For the vast majority of monks, pills are never too little, and it is precisely because of this that Qing Huan can be regarded as a plan!

It's just that it hasn't been updated for a long time, and Shaoyu's plan has rapidly exerted force, which not only affects the secular world, but also affects the cultivation world, and the Bajing Palace is naturally not let go.

Because of this, there appeared in the forum, a large number of people who did not accept the task but came to watch the post.

Like other people, the disciples of the Bajing Palace have also been tortured from the inside out, not only being abused, but also feeling thunderous and refreshing. They know it is BE, but they continue to amuse others to watch.

As more and more victims emerged, a distinctive voice emerged.

"You say, this celebration should be my disciple of Bajing Palace!"

"Obviously, it's even an insider's account."

"Then let me put something here, to celebrate whether you stand up by yourself, or wait a day or two to be found by the brothers!"

"+1"

"+1"

……

Looking at the rows of "+1", Qing Huan was obviously discouraged. After thinking about it, he decided to give out benefits to his brothers and sisters of the same clan, and write a happy episode.

Qing Huan: Look, what a great fellowship!

The extra episode he wrote is based on the background of the protagonist after reincarnation, and he wrote a story of human/demon love caused by repaying gratitude, similar to the story of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian.

But because of Qing Huan's guilt (guilty heart), the final ending can be said to be very satisfactory, not only that, but also very sweet.

Sure enough, as soon as the episode came out, the turmoil in the forum was immediately calmed down.

Qing Huan: I try not to be proud.jpg

However, it didn't take long for Qing Huan to see that many new disciples were actually releasing small animals everywhere.

Just when Qing Huan was puzzled, a familiar little disciple explained: "After releasing my life, maybe I will be repaid in my next life!"

Qing Huan: ...

"Then do you know that the snake you released is male?"

The little disciple who once said that he only likes big breasts: ...

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Little disciple: In the next life?I'm too dangerous!

Routine? Chirp!