Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 514: The Staggered Time of Ten Thousand Years (2)
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"The water character you wrote is still far behind. Look carefully, I will only write this time."
Lin Luoran calmed down after hearing this.
Not to mention the scenes of the wild beasts bending their waists in front of the robe in his dreams. From the scene of teaching the profession in "The Book of the Great Dao", Lin Luoran completely worships the strength of the robe.
Even if he borrows the demon body of the acacia tree now, he will not even be able to defeat the pseudo-saint who has just been shaped? !
The robe raised his hand at random and pointed it as a pen. It was obviously an ordinary gesture, and he had a kind of freehand feeling when he did it.
When he made the first pen, Lin Luoran was already keenly aware of his shortcomings.
In order to grasp the morphology and strokes of each character, whether in a dream or during the interstellar voyages since Nami's return journey, she repeatedly copied and wrote, and she never felt tired.
Her seriousness in exchange for the most preliminary mastery of the eight characters, the effect of the turmoil of the pen is beginning to show, but it is far from the effect of the robe.
Lin Luoran thought it was because of his low level of cultivation. After reading the live version, he somewhat understood the real difference.
How should I put it, when Lin Luoran wrote, because he was afraid of failure, he stroked every stroke, and even every node followed the rules.
And the same "water" character, the robe has a subtle turn from the first stroke, giving the fixed golden runes come to life.
Is the change full of spiritual energy because the robe combines the environment at this time?
Lin Luoran couldn't bear to blink her eyes, every slight turn, the intense sparks of the inspiration collision, made her feel excited and excited. Frequent activity in the cerebral cortex is the effect of Lin Luoran's deduction of changes in each node.
It turns out that a simple "water" character is so malleable!
When the robe finishes writing the last stroke and retracts the finger, a dazzling golden rune conspiracy in the void. The **** of "water" is here, and ten thousand waters come to worship, enough to submerge the snow water of the entire Qingqiu realm, being drawn by the power of the law of heaven and earth, it flows in the direction of the robe.
Snow water flows over the mountains and valleys, and gathers from the distant boundary of the green hills. The creeks first converge into a river, and then rush into the river, running along the reasonably distributed river course within the green hills, and the white wave is in front of the foot. I just bought it, and Sina has come from behind. The waves drive the waves, the water chases the water, and the snow and water occupying the south, east, north, and west are well-established, reducing the damage of the flood to the Qingqiu realm to a minimum.
As for the pseudo-saint, there is no need to deal with her specially in a robe, the more and more abundant water vapor gradually extinguishes the flame by itself. The red dress was wet, and her long hair clung to her scalp without any sense of elegance... The pseudo-saint had probably never been so embarrassed in her life. If she was sane at this moment, she might be willing to die.
The robe was floating in the air. He looked at the timing and opened his right hand when the flood converged from four directions.
The palm of his hand is like a bottomless pit sprinkled with incense bait, attracting the flood to take the initiative to cast it. In the water vapor, his side face is infinitely blurred, and he can't see his appearance. It makes people unable to think that he is possessed at this moment. On the Acacia Banshee.
Obviously they are two completely different faces. The beauty of "Fragranceless" is indisputably clear and beautiful, and the robe seen in the dream is very ordinary for practitioners, and the temperament is also gentle and indifferent. , As if accidentally he would be ignored... Obviously it is the same ordinary temperament as the five senses, now borrowing someone else’s body, but throwing aside the exquisite face of the Acacia tree demon, people can easily distinguish two "people" that are so different .
In less than a quarter of an hour, the last bit of snow was swallowed by the open palm of the robe.
The monstrous flood that can submerge a realm, turning into three blue water droplets the size of a fingernail. The flowing silver light shines in the depths of the water droplets, with a thin protective film on the outside, and it resembles a jelly feel.
The word "water" can be retracted and released, just like when Lin Luoran wrote the word "snow", he could melt the snow after controlling the snow, but the robe moved as he pleased when he was writing, and the gesture was done, and he would follow him. The heart of the flood is gathered--
"Don't underestimate these three little things, just squeeze one out at will. It's more powerful than the dragon clan making troubles...That's it, since you have made an exception, I will give it to you."
The robe waved towards the sky, and a white cloud turned into silver light and fell down. He held it in his hand and pulled it into a translucent slender thread. It passed through three blue water droplets to form a unique shape. Water drop necklace. Looking from a distance, the water droplets are surrounded by deep clouds and fog, and the long robe grabs the flowing clouds from the sky to make silk threads, and the scattered clouds and mist are set against the water droplets, which will last for a long time.
Speaking of which, most of the time Lin Luoran gives to family and friends. The gifts she really received are really few, and no one is so big.
According to the pseudo-saint, she should be the "heritor" in the robe, but his attitude towards her is far more spoiled than the average teacher and apprentice.
Although I have never really gotten along, but every time I help each other in a crisis, this is silent care, right? She can feel the protection of the robe for her, it has nothing to do with love, it is pure and sincere care, so that she will easily relax in front of the robe, and feel at ease like never before.
Lin Luoran is also not hypocritical. After receiving the water drop necklace, the warm water vapor nourishes the soul, is she the right remedy for her injury?
Lin Luoran felt that a lot of words surged on the tip of his tongue, and they all turned into a tacit understanding of silence. Her heart was filled with words like "The king treats me as a countryman, and I will treat it as a countryman".
"What about her...?"
Bao Jia was implicated in the heavy damage of Xue Jian, and she was very reluctant to speak. Lin Luoran was awakened and looked in the direction she was pointing...Pseudo saint, she almost forgot!
The false saint is in a very bad state now, and it seems that it is not bad to kill her or not.
However, for this enemy who has been entangled for hundreds of years, even if Lin Luoran was possessed by the Virgin, she was confidently and confidently let go because of pity... This woman turned her hands over the clouds and rain, and was even suppressed in the underground world. Both successfully escaped twice, if it were not for the help of the robe, she would obviously be doomed this time. For the existence of the pseudo-saint, who is good at seizing every fleeting opportunity, she can't live for three hundred years. She cuts the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows again-the murder that monks sometimes commit, Really helpless.
The robe clearly understands the principle of helping people to the end. After Baojia asked, he barely thought too much. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the pseudo-saint.
There was a flashing arc on the fingertips, and the shot was quick, and the action fell in the eyes of Lin Luoran and Bao Jia and was slowed down indefinitely.
Lin Luoran is okay. At any rate, he persisted for a while. Bao Jiaxiu was low and injured. After only looking at two eyes, he frowned. He quickly retracted his gaze and looked at his nose, and looked at him honestly. Toe direction.
This finger, if Fairy White could see it, would surely be able to connect it with Venerable Black Mist’s memory of killing blood bat elites with one finger.
Actually, after all, I acted through the body of the Acacia tree demon, who had previously spent effort to extinguish the flood. At this time, the fingers flashed and the momentum was impressive. Compared with the shocking finger when dealing with blood bats, the effect was but It's a far cry.
One of his fingers in Wannian effortlessly killed the elite of the blood bat clan. When the finger fell, both the bat demon body and the soul were turned into dust and scattered by the wind.
At this moment, a finger fell, and only the body of the pseudo-saint who had worked so hard to reshape was annihilated!
A light green phantom appeared, and the green-skinned person who couldn't see his face was the true face of a false saint? Lin Luoran secretly guessed.
The robe seemed to hesitate for a short second. I don’t know if I remembered some impressions about a light green planet. Then I was about to add another finger, but the green shadow smiled miserably. A bright light radiated from the center of the shadow, proud Like her, the biggest mistake she made in her life was to overestimate her ability to expect things that did not belong to her!
As arrogant as her, if faced with a mortal situation, she would rather choose to do it herself, without leaving the enemy a chance to humiliate her.
She is called Jingnan, from the depths of the universe, Mohanaoxing, and is the most outstanding soldier in the empire!
"...Jingnan, my name is Jingnan."
Will you remember my name? Mohan Aoxing is a kind of vibrant flower tree, Jingnan.
She is not called Hanyan, Daji, or praise, not a famous flower named after the face of the Chinese civilization on the earth, she is the most common and common Jingnan flower that blooms all over the Mohanaoxing.
Shrouded in a comfortable warm light, Jing Nan's consciousness began to fade.
She suddenly wanted to go home.
…………
The Saintess of Jiuli is dead.
The tense string in Bao Jia's heart slackened, and it was momentarily startled.
Compared with each time the pseudo-saint is stunning enough, the last scene of her life seems a bit lonely and ordinary. There is no vigorous resistance, but a bit of generosity. Mortals often say that there is nothing more mourning than death. They have despised the people of the earth for a lifetime. The pseudo-saint actually died in this common saying that mortals often say, which seems a bit ironic, but cannot bear the irony.
Is the pity of the hateful?
"Go with me?" The robe interrupted Lin Luoran's contemplation.
She also had a lot to ask about Robe, and smiled apologetically to Bao Jia. Lin Luoran and Robe landed together at a cliff waterfall. The environment here is quiet and should be suitable for the next conversation.
"What inheritor does the pseudo-saint say, I am the inheritor you choose?"
The words are interrogatives. In fact, she has already determined the answer, but she wants to get the confession of the robe.
Previously focusing on the pseudo-saint, Lin Luoran realized that the clear sky was covered with dark clouds unknowingly, and Qingqiu, which had just escaped from the disaster of the summit, seemed to usher soon. Heavy rain.
The robe also noticed the sky, and the undisguised smile in his eyes faded.
"Yes, you are the chosen inheritor."
Listening to the robe's personal admission, Lin Luoran wanted to ask why she was chosen, was it because of the little girl who had something to do with her, whether she was a descendant of her, or even... these questions are The tip of her tongue rushed up and down, everything was swallowed by her, and she only asked anxiously: "Where are you now?"
Inadvertently, he has changed his name. The robe was a little uncomfortable, and it took a long time to laugh: "Where I am, the distance from the earth and the stars, and the distance from this star field cannot be described in detail. In short, it is a very far away place. Only you are constantly moving forward on the path of spiritual practice. , Will eventually arrive... It’s just a matter of time."
The distance that cannot be described in detail, I am afraid it is not how many light-years the difference is, but the difference between "boundary" and "boundary".
It's like the distance between her and the Lin family.
Lin Luoran feels lost, she can't imagine the level of the robe, "Then, will we meet again in the future?"
Just like now, no matter whether she appears as someone else or teaches her karma in a dream, as long as the robe is always there, she will have a pin in her heart.
"Now, before you go to that place in person, we can only meet three times. Now the opportunity is exhausted."
Already used up the opportunity? how come? !
Lin Luoran was shocked. Where did she see the robe three times? Wait, if Baojia was seriously injured once before the New Era, and once taught in his dream, once this time, it would really be three times.
Seeing Lin Luoran's stunned expression on the robe, he knew that she didn't know where she had worn the so-called three chances, so he decided not to correct it. Although he has been through the beads to witness her birth, and even growth, emotional injury, to open space, but this silly girl, who is in the treasure cave, does not know how to dig, and finally let him personally teach her how to practice Qi... Well, I knew she was not shrewd a long time ago, and there was nothing to worry about.
"Then you can't come to see me like this before I go to the place where I am successful in my practice?"
Do you have to have only three chances? Lin Luoran was very distressed. With his abilities, he couldn't break the boundary.
The robe pointed to the cumulonimbus cloud accumulated above his head, "My appearance, even in the form of divine consciousness, may disrupt the time and space rules in this world. Three opportunities are exhausted. If there is another one, one of your Your relatives and the planet you are on will be backlashed by the rules of time and space, or the lives of your loved ones, the safety of your friends, or even the disappearance of the moon and stars. Do you think it is acceptable?"
Lin Luoran opened his eyes wide, "Then you now..."
The robe looked sideways and overlooked the mountains and rivers, the smile in his voice disappeared, a little helpless and a little sad.
"Don’t worry, the rules of time and space will not be backlashed by this. Because what you see is me, but it will be exhausted after three shots. My body was stuck in this realm ten thousand years ago. So between us The real distance is not the distant starry sky, it is the time that has passed since the prehistoric times, ten thousand years, do you understand this explanation?"
——The me you see is only the remnant of my spiritual thoughts ten thousand years ago, and the purpose of existence is to guide you on the path of spiritual practice again. Only when you break through the layers of the interface and look for it, or remember who you are, can you see the real me.