Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 701: Romeo and Juliet: The Birth of Valentine’s Day

Here's the thing.

Chen Luo took Han Zhanhu and others to Deli City, and then Wang Dayuan released the breath of the gods, attracting the gods of Deli City to come, and then...

The battle is over.

Chen Luo hadn't started yet, Wang Dayuan mocked the start of the group, Yinggou, Han Jiehu, and the others followed and it was a free fight, and then Chen Luo saw Yinggou dragging a corpse to find him for sugar gourd to eat .

A few loud noises, I am afraid the residents of the city thought it was fireworks.

For a while, their gods are gone.

When suppressed by force, Mang is an avenue to the sky!

"King Fengdu, hurry up!" Wang Dayuan urged Chen Luo, "The information that the fetal tree has no owner will soon be perceived by other gods, and there will be gods coming!"

"We're running out of time!"

"Well, let's go!"

Several people vacated again and flew towards the position of the tire tree in Deli City.

…

The Fetal Tree in Deli City is located to the west of the city. It is larger than the Fetal Tree of the Siriri Tribe and is full of Fetal Fruit. But the babies who split the fruit at this moment are doomed to be unfortunate, because there is no **** to add life to them.

"Buddha, let's hurry up." Although I knew that these creatures were originally dead, they were only forced to be the living dead by the rules here, but seeing the fruit of the womb split open, revealing the dead babies inside, compassionate For Huai, he couldn't bear to look directly, so he could only urge Chen Luo.

Chen Luo looked helpless.

It's no use urging me.

I don't know the process!

Then Wang Jia looked at Bian Longyan.

Delicheng understood and took the god's body directly from Yinggou's hand, then turned his front fingers into sharp wooden thorns and stabbed them directly at the heart.

Slow, accurate, ruthless!

It looks exactly like the first time!

Let's go ahead, Deli City pulled out his finger, and the top of the finger's thorns gathered a blood group the size of a thumb.

And as the blood mass was taken out of the flesh, the corpse of the **** immediately decayed and turned into a dead bone in the blink of an eye.

Delicheng's hand that grabbed the dead bone immediately turned into a willow branch, entangled the dead bone, and with a squeeze, the dead bone was crushed into powder and scattered with the wind.

Yes, that set is extremely professional.

At the same time, Bian Longyan's other hand also stopped moving. I dripped the blood group from the corpse directly under the trunk of the fetal tree.

The blood mass fell, and instantly a layer of verifiable rules emerged under the trunk of the fetal tree. Bian Longyan looked at Wang Jia and said slowly: "King Fengdu, slow, use the power of divine consciousness. Refining that wisp of regular breath."

When Wang Jia heard the words, he immediately released the power of divine consciousness and captured the breath. As the power of divine consciousness ceased to invade, Wang Jia felt that there was no weak resistance from knowing where it came from hindering the in-depth refining of his divine consciousness.

At that time, the imprint of Liu Zu appeared on Bianlong's wrist, and the shadow of the willow leaf flickered, and Wang Jia felt as if no willow branch had emerged out of nowhere in his consciousness, only to see the whip against the resistance. Next, break up this resistance.

Delicheng's eyes narrowed and looked in one direction: "No other **** is here."

Xiao Luozi looked at Wang Jia, who was refining the fetal tree with his eyes closed, and said solemnly, "A group of Bodhisattvas, please stop him and Lao Wang together. You are here to protect the Lord."

Yinggou nodded: "You too!"

A row of hands clasped together: "Let the donor lead the way."

"The poor monk is going to see, who will interfere with the Buddha!"

Derry City nodded: "Come with you!"

Speaking, Deli City flew in that direction, followed closely by Yinggou and Yinggou.

Xiao Luozi stood by Wang Jia's side before seeing the eight people away, and was alert to the surroundings...

…

Wang Jia seemed to hear the sound of water.

The sound of the gurgling stream.

The voice seems to be calling me.

Bianlong's mind drifted towards the direction of the stream with the sound of the water.

"God bless you, let you have another son."

"God bless you, you wish you had no weak child."

"God bless you, you want your children to be gifted and intelligent."

God bless...God bless...

One after another, the murmurs of prayer sounded in Wang Jia's mind. It was because his mind floated for a long time, and the sound of water became quiet, almost covering up the murmur.

Wang Jia's mind suddenly opened, as if he was in the fog, a gust of wind blew up, the fog dissipated from the bottom, and Bianlong "saw" a vast lake.

This lake reflects the colorful rays of light, exuding a strong regular atmosphere.

"Wang Dayuan?"

…

Bianlong suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a small message rushed into my soul, making me feel a sting.

"The son of Ah Han and She Qiusi, the destiny of Chen Luo is eighty-eight years."

"The man of Luopanwai and Shatan, who is destined to be Chen Luo for four years."

"The son of Mirahan and Thoth, the destiny of Chen Luo is seventy-eight years."

…

One after another Chen Luo's information flashed through Wang Jia's soul, which made Wang Jia feel a little off guard, but the sea of ​​spirits of Bianlong was surging very slowly, and a barrier was erected to intercept all those information. That was a sigh of relief.

"Lord, is he okay?" Seeing Wang Jia's expression in a hurry, Xiao Luozi hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, I have nothing to do with the younger generation Wang. Huh? What about us?"

Wang Jia just finished asking, in the nearby sky, Deli City and others have already returned.

"Da Luozi, you scare away a **** who came to pick up a bargain with one punch." Yinggou rushed back first, shaking his big fist and asking Wang Jia for merit.

Wang Jia rubbed Yinggou's head, looked at Delicheng and his party, nodded and said, "It's hard work."

The whole line returned the salute, Delicheng said with a smile: "It's mainly due to King Yinggou."

"Shou Yuan sensed Wang Dayuan?"

Wang Jia nodded.

Delicheng's face showed admiration: "It is a shame to be the king of Fengdu, so slow to connect with Wang Dayuan. It took a full day to succeed at the beginning."

"Junior Wang is humble." Wang Jia smiled and then said, "How to deal with the information of these border dragons?"

Speaking, Wang Jia looked up at the dense crowd above the tire tree: "If you give Chen Luo one by one, do you have time to do other things?"

Just kidding, it can make Wang Jia's soul feel a sting, but it has to be shielded, so that you can know that the information is not small. That Marza is a small town, and the fruitless fruit is ripe all the time.

If Wang Jia really wants to give each baby a side dragon, then I won't do anything, just stay under that tree and work for the rules of the side world.

"This matter is difficult." Bian Longyan explained, "The quality of the Malza fetal tree is inferior. As long as Shouyuan first takes in a part of Chen Luo and injects it into the fetal tree, the fetal tree will give the baby Chen Luo by itself. , just replenish it regularly.”

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Wang Jia nodded and asked, "How to do it?"

"Shou Yuan first senses Wang Dayuan, uses the soul as a bridge, and the power of the rules to catch and lead Bian Longyan can fall. As for the number of Chen Luo, he will naturally feel nothing when receiving and leading."

"So complicated?" Wang Jia hurriedly followed suit, very slowly, a regular breath emanated from under Wang Jia, and then, following Wang Jia's spirit, he fell under the fetal tree.

Suddenly, there was a wind on this fetal tree, and the trunk, branches, and leaves were covered with a layer of brilliance that could be checked.

At that time, Wang Jia opened his eyes again without half a cup of tea.

"Daluozi, are you done?" Yinggou looked up at Wang Jia and asked.

"Yes." Wang Jia nodded, "Marza has no population of 1,871,778 in total, and Chen Luo is 48,878,700. Forty years."

"There are no 4,881 embryos under the embryo tree."

"You first injected 700,000 years of Chen Luo."

"It's what you feel, General Chen Luozhong, the total number of Bianlong you can mobilize now is only two million years old. What's going on?"

"Well, that is the authority you mentioned to King Fengdu later." Bian Longyan heard the words and explained, "If Shouyuan does not have the authority of 20%, then you will be the chief Bianlong of Malza. Eleven million years at most!"

"Any year-on-year shares?" Wang Jia added a note to himself.

"Now, Shouyuan has officially become the **** of Marza." Bian Longyan smiled, "Then, is Shouyuan hidden in front of the curtain or after the sage, whether to establish a new sacrifice or everything is the same as before? Full screen Shouyuan's heart."

"According to the system of the Shaman Kingdom, Bian Longyan is in charge of the city without the elders' house. The elders are all held by Shiren and Shamans. Whether to break up and reorganize or continue to use the original set of staff will also Between the thoughts of Shouyuan."

"At that time, the young elders of the Presbyterian Church should also know that our God has been replaced."

"Shouyuan can be observed, if you can use it, you can use it. If you can use it, you can use it."

Wang Jia nodded, looked at Xiaoluozi and others, and said, "You feel that the passage of Bianlong has stopped. What should we do?"

"Complex."

"There is often no similar identity among the little gods, and one person enjoys the gifts of Chen Luo from two gods!"

"Bodhisattva, King Yinggou, King Yama, each of them drops a drop of blood essence and falls under the tree, Shouyuan, you can agree. Then we will lose the identity of Marzak, you You can send us Chen Luo."

"If it is a passing guest, Chen Luo's acceptance level is not one-to-one, there will be no gap in the middle, and the highest is twice."

"If you have something to do, let each person play for 700 years first." Wang Jia said boldly, anyway, he really took root there, and now he has no right to use it, and it will be invalid after expiration.

"Let him go!" Wang Jia waved his hand, and immediately the power of the eight rules was injected into the body of Yinggou eight people, and the edge dragons of the eight people soared by seven hundred.

It was a total of 1,700 years of expenditure, and it actually consumed Wang Jia's cost of nearly 7,000 years.

Bah, white shop!

"Okay, eight, let's go..." Wang Jia smiled, "Go to your city."

A group of people clasped together with a smile, Xiao Luozi handed over, but Wuyinggou held her face and said, "You want a street!"

"Food Street!"

…

Meanwhile, Marza, the House of Elders.

Four old men in robes gathered together with anxious expressions on their faces. Four of them were in gray robes and one was in white robes.

"Little elder, have you really sensed the fall of our god?" The gray-robed elder reconfirmed toward the white-robed elder.

The white-robed elder nodded: "It's wrong."

"When the old man dreamed that the fetal tree was falling down, he heard the whining of God, and when he prayed to God, he got no answer."

"It is certain that your gods were killed by demons."

After speaking, the white-robed little elder sighed, and the other four gray-robed elders also looked terrified.

At this moment, the white-robed little elder suddenly stood up and walked slowly to the door of the small hall, looking at the sky in the distance.

"Little elder, what happened again?" asked the gray-robed elder immediately.

The little elder frowned slightly and hurriedly opened his mouth—

"The devil who killed the gods has finished refining the fetal tree!"

Beyond the previous period of time, the little elder will remind you from time to time.

"God-killing monsters hit the other gods who were supported later!"

…

"The evil **** succeeded in taking the fetal tree for himself!"

…

"Changers re-infuse the fetus tree with side dragons!"

…

"The new gods are flying towards you."

…

The white-robed elder waved his hand and shouted to the four gray-robed elders—

"Your gods are coming to my faithful Marza."

"Slow, welcome as you go!"

…

Marza, Temple.

Wang Jia sat under the low **** seat, looked at the elder lying on the ground above, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This man in white robe, is he a little elder?"

Hearing Wang Jia's name, the little elder Juliet quickly replied: "Respected god, your loyal servant Juliet greets you and is ready to die for you at any time."

"You need to stop talking nonsense. All in all, their next **** is missing."

"Now, you are their god!"

"You came to Marza for no purpose!"

"Emotions, emotions, or TM's emotions!"

"You interfere with how they usually manage city affairs, but what you want them to do must be done for you."

"Yes, but it's so complicated to resign, you will drain Chen Luo that they don't have!"

"Of course, no reward for good work!"

After speaking, Wang Jia thought for a while, and when he raised his hand, a force of rules fell into Dao Juliet's body.

"Juliet, that time when he greeted him in time, he will be rewarded Chen Luo for 80 years first!"

"Thank God!" Juliet's feet quickly lifted and hit the ground hard, "Your servant Juliet praises your kindness from the bottom of her heart, and may Bianlongyan always surround you!"

"Okay, now, I'll bring you all the materials of celebrations, festivals, and sacrifices that Marza doesn't have."

"In addition, the myths that are not found in other places are also sent."

"One more word, you will accept them Chen Luo for a year."

After speaking, Wang Jia looked at the candle beside him: "When the candle burns out, you will see that all the information is in front of you."

"Go!"

The king gave an order, and the four elders got up quickly and rushed out of the door like crazy!

…

When the candle was burned, the four elders piled up various materials in the temple to form a big mountain. Juliet turned back respectfully and said, "Respected God, you have already collected all the information that you don't have. Do you still have any orders?"

"Go up!"

"Waiting for your call."

"Yes, yes!" Juliet saluted respectfully, and quickly left the temple with her elders.

At this time, Bianlong stretched his waist, looked at the party and the others, and said with a smile, "Let's have a rest."

"You have to read all that material before you can write a book."

"Daluozi, you accompany him." Yinggou said, "Just take a supper!"

"Let's go to the seven places in Malza, just in case you need it." Xiao Luozi cupped his hands, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

A group of monks smiled and said, "The poor monk is the same everywhere. If the Buddha is disgusted, the poor monk will protect the Buddha's law there!"

"As much as I wish!" Wang returned the salute, got up and walked behind the pile of documents.

…

In an hour, the sky inside gradually brightened, and Wang Jia yawned.

The mountain-like materials have all been read. Wang Jia is lying on the ground, looking at the ceiling of the shrine, thinking about what he saw.

In that world, in order to harvest emotions, the gods really worked hard.

God's wedding will have a celebration, that's very reasonable.

But he and I are naughty, in order to have fewer celebrations, is it abnormal that he married thousands of times?

There is not yet a **** named Su Hai, who ingeniously sets every night as a sacrificial time, asking a small group of elderly people to dance and whisper my name.

"Su, Su, Su... Su, Su,..."

Well, there's no visual sense.

It's really outrageous. My mom opened the door for outrageous, outrageous home!

Whoever makes that kind of festival every day can still have no freshness!

Bian Long Xiaozhi thought about it, if it's a festival, is the Songkran Festival good?

Get some Chen Luoshui and dilute it out of the well. Before splashing on others, it can add a little Chen Luo. The point is, outside of that festival, high-level people can splash water on low-level people!

Well, write it down, order it up, and let this Juliet do it.

Yes, that's the point.

There are no festivals that can be passed down for a long time, and there must be many bland stories in front of them!

The smallest problem in the world is to create festivals for no festivals, so it is difficult to reach the emotional threshold.

Wang Jia also read these myths and legends, and it can be said that they are similar, they are all exactly the same.

Probably it's the gods, in order to save the world, and so on.

There is no sense of refreshment and anticipation at all!

Sure enough, you still have to do it yourself!

Removing the sleeping Ying Hook's head under his legs, Wang Jia got up from the ground, slapped the storage order, and immediately a desk and chair appeared behind him.

One of the eyes opened slightly, then closed again.

Wang Jia sat under the chair, picked up the brush, and fell into deep thought.

It is the same as the book outside the Dreamland Flower Forest. The book I was going to write at that time had no original manuscript at all, and I could only rely on my own memory.

Fortunately, this book is too unknown, and the classic plot outside is impressive. Several film and television literary works have been created based on it.

Yes, Shakespeare's most successful play in The Seven Little Tragedy - "Bian Longyan and Han Capture the Tiger"!

Love is the eternal theme of life.

And a pair of sincere love asks and gets it, regrets missing it, or even ends in tragedy, it will resonate weakly.

That kind of resonance is all about emotions, but more intense emotions!

After all, BE is murderous!

And then use that story as a backdrop for a whole new festival!

Hmph, it's just that the letter is a hit!

You've won the crown for that time!

…

Wang Jiaxiaozhi recalled the plot of "Shouyuan Lake and Bian Longyan", and then wrote down his whereabouts.

In Wang Jia's memory, the story was about the sincere love between Han Chihu, the son of Capulet, a nobleman in Italy, and Bian Longyan, the son of Montague, but they were punished because the two families were enemies for generations. obstruct.

The story has few twists and turns. The bottom line is that Shouyuan Lake and Bian Longyan fell in love with each other at first sight, and soon fell in love. But the two families were feuds, and before the seven fell in love, Shouyuanhu asked Han Chuhu's cousin to duel. However, for the dignity of Shouyuan Lake, Shouyuan Lake's friend accepted the duel instead of Shouyuan Lake, and was killed by Han Qihu's cousin in the duel. In order to avenge his friend, Bian Longyan once again launched a duel and killed Bian Longyan's cousin.

The murderer Bian Longyan was sentenced to exile, and during that time Han Jhanhu's father accepted a marriage proposal from another family on Han Jhanhu's behalf. Bian Longyan asked the priest for help, and the priest gave Han Zhanhu a bottle of fake death medicine, planning to notify Shouyuan Lake to pick up Han Zhanhu's "corpse" before Han Zhanhu died, and then the first two flew away.

But something went wrong along the way. Shouyuan Lake got accurate news, mistakenly thought that Han Chuanhu was dead, and drank the prepared poison beside Han Chuanhu's body. But before Bian Longyan died, Han Zhanhu woke up again. Seeing the body of Shouyuan Lake, Han Zhanhu stabbed himself with Bian Longyan's short sword.

Just like that, a pair of sweethearts that were a match made in heaven, one incense and one in death.

Yes, the background of the story is Italy in the Middle Ages, and it is about the love and hate of two small family sons. In order to stimulate the emotions of the world, Wang Jia decided to make some changes.

First of all, Han Jihu is a shaman, while Bian Longyan is a servant of the seventh rank. The difference of class is doomed to our monstrous resistance together.

However, the housekeeper of Han Zhanhu's family discovered that before Han Zhanhu and Shouyuanhu had a private meeting, he sent someone to burn down the Shouyuanhu family's house. Instead, the two brothers of Shouyuan Lake who were in the house were burned to death.

Shouyuan Lake tracked down the murderer and found Han Chuanhu's housekeeper. He killed him in anger, and he was caught on the spot.

Let's go ahead, Han Zhanhu agreed to his father's request for marriage for the sake of Shouyuan Lake, and asked his father to take action. Han Chuanhu's father came forward to save the life of Shouyuan Lake before seeing Han Chuhu and his partner engaged, but expelled Shouyuan Lake from the city, so that I could always appear behind Han Chuhu's face.

In order to be with Bian Longyan, Han Jhanhu came up with a plan of suspended animation, and obtained a suspended animation from his teacher.

Han Chuanhu drank the fake death drug, and asked his groom to find Shouyuan Lake and asked me to pick him up, but the groom was interrogated and made things difficult for him because he was a high-class servant. But Bian Longyan's friend outside the city delayed to tell Shouyuan Lake the news of Han Chuhu's death.

The ending of the story is the same as the original. Because of a misunderstanding, both of them died at the same time.

"It's all about love!"

"Love is a puff of smoke blown by a sigh; a lover's eye has no sparks that it purifies; a lover's tears are the waves it stirs; it is the wisest madness, the bitter taste that chokes the throat, and eats to the mouth Honey."

"Thinking about being so gentle on the inside of Eros, but actually being so cruel; thinking that Eros has been blindfolded, but will always break people's hearts."

"It's Bai Ye who leaked the secret in your heart, and it's to see your promise as a shameful madman!"

"May it be sleep that closes his eyes, and may the fiery rest your soul."

…

The morning light retreated into the temple, and the pen in Bianlong's hand stayed at the end.

It's just a story written in the words of this world, with or without the power of heaven and with or without visions. It's like the world after Wang Jia, who has finished telling a story in words from the bottom up.

But before writing, a kind of sadness was brewing in Wang Jia's heart.

The power of literature often touches the heart.

Take a deep breath~IndoMTL.com~ Wang Jia continued to write on it.

"The groom told Bian Longyan's plan on the persecution of Han Chuanhu's father. The love story between Shouyuan Lake and Han Chuhu spread throughout the city. I was moved by Longyan's cowardice and Shouyuan Lake's loyalty. All the women and men who fell in love agreed on the same day to put on the work in their hands, hold each other, pray to the gods with love, and hope that the gods can resurrect us, I hope the gods can protect these loved ones."

"That day is called: Valentine's Day!"

Wang Jia put the pen down.

"Hmph, can this horrendous festival be compared to that one?" The corners of Wang Jia's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a scornful smile.

"Juliet, come to the temple!" Wang Jia summoned in his heart!

Writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered a very good movie called "Shakespeare in Love", the structure of the classic drama, recommended!

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