"The water characters you wrote are still far behind. Look carefully. I will only write this time."
When Lin Luoran heard this, her heart immediately settled down.
Not to mention the scene of the prehistoric beast bowing in front of the robe in his dream, from the teaching scene in "Book of the Great Way", Lin Luoran completely worships the strength of the robe.
Even if he borrows the demon body of the Acacia Tree now, he won't be able to beat the false saint who just got her body shaped, right? !
The robe casually raised his hand and pointed to a pen, which was obviously an ordinary movement, but he did it with a sense of freehand brushwork.
When he made the first stroke, Lin Luoran was already keenly aware of his own shortcomings.
In order to grasp the shape and strokes of each character, she copied and wrote repeatedly, whether in a dream or during the several years of interstellar voyage on the return trip from Nami, without ever feeling tired.
Her earnestness was rewarded with a preliminary grasp of the eight characters, and the shocking effect of writing the pen was beginning to appear, but it was far less than the effect of writing in the robe.
Lin Luoran thought it was because of her low self-cultivation, but after watching the live version, she understood the real difference.
How should I put it, when Lin Luoran wrote by himself, because he was afraid of failure, he followed the rules with every stroke and even every node.
And the same word for "water", the robe has a subtle twist from the first stroke, endowing the fixed golden runes with vitality.
Is the change full of aura because the robe is combined with the environment at this time
Lin Luoran couldn't bear to blink, every little twist and the fierce sparks when inspirations collided made her excited and unspeakably excited. The frequent activity of the cerebral cortex is because Lin Luoran is deducing the effect of each node change.
It turns out that a simple word "water" has such strong plasticity!
When the robe finished writing the last stroke and retracted his fingers, a dazzling golden rune void conspiracy. The God of "Water" is here, and thousands of waters come to worship, enough snow water to submerge the entire Qingqiu world, pulled by the power of the law of heaven and earth, rushing towards the direction of the robe.
The snow water crosses the mountains, flows through the canyons, and gathers from the distant border of Qingqiu. The creeks first converge into rivers, and then rush into rivers, rushing along the reasonable distribution of rivers in Qingqiu. Sina has come from behind. Waves chasing waves, water chasing water, the snow water occupying the southeast, northwest, and four directions is well-regulated, which minimizes the damage of the flood to Qingqiu.
As for the False Saintess, there was no need for a robe to deal with her specially, and the accumulation of abundant water vapor gradually extinguished the flames by itself. The long red dress was wet, and her long hair was tightly attached to her scalp without any sense of flow... The false saint has probably never been so embarrassed in her life. If she was conscious at this moment, she might be willing to die.
The robe floated in mid-air, looked at the timing, and waited for the moment when the flood waters converged from four directions before spreading out his right hand.
The palm of his hand is like a bottomless pit sprinkled with fragrant bait, attracting the flood to cast it. His side face is infinitely blurred in the dense water vapor, making it impossible to see his face clearly, and it is even more impossible to think that he is possessed by the acacia tree at the moment on the Banshee.
They are obviously two completely different faces, the beauty of "Fragrant Free" is indisputably clear and handsome, and the robe seen in the dream has unusually ordinary facial features for practitioners, and the temperament is also gentle and indifferent, as if a If he is not careful, he will be ignored... Obviously, he has an ordinary temperament like his facial features, but now he has borrowed someone else's body, leaving aside the exquisite face of the lovesick tree demon, so that people can easily distinguish between such different "people".
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 could submerge a world turned into blue water droplets the size of three thumbnails. The flowing silver light shines in the depth of the water drops, with a thin layer of protective film on the outside, bouncy and Q like jelly.
The word "water" can be retracted and let go, just like Lin Luoran wrote the word "snow", which can melt the snow after controlling the snow, but the robe moves with his heart when writing, and the brushwork is established, and it will gather according to his mind flood-
"Don't underestimate these three little things, crush one at will, it's more powerful than dragons making waves... Forget it, since I've made an exception, I'll give it to you together."
The robe waved towards the sky, and a white cloud turned into a silver light and fell down. He grabbed it in his hand and pulled it into a translucent thin thread. After passing through three blue water droplets, it became a water drop necklace with a unique shape. .
Seen from a distance, the water droplets are surrounded by deep clouds and mist, and the robes capture the flowing clouds from the sky as silk threads, and scattered clouds and mist are set off beside the water droplets, which will not disperse for a long time.
Speaking of which, Lin Luoran was the one who gave to family and friends most of the time. The gifts she actually received were really few in number, and no one was as generous as them.
According to the false saint, she should be some kind of "inheritor" selected by the robe, but his attitude towards her is far more pampering than that between master and apprentice.
Although we have never really gotten along with each other, we help each other silently in times of crisis. Is this considered silent concern? She can feel that the robe protects her, it has nothing to do with love, it is pure and sincere care, which makes her easily relax in front of the robe and feel unprecedented peace of mind.
Lin Luoran was not hypocritical, she took the water drop necklace, and the warm water vapor nourished the soul, was it the right medicine for her wounded sea of consciousness
Lin Luoran felt a lot of words welling up on the tip of her tongue, and they all turned into a silent tacit understanding. What filled her heart was a tacit understanding similar to "the king treats me like a gentleman, and I will treat him like a gentleman".
"What about her...?"
Baojia was implicated by Xuejian's severe injury, and she was reluctant to speak. Lin Luoran woke up suddenly, and looked in the direction she pointed... False 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 though Lin Luoran is possessed by the Virgin, he was justified by the method and let her go because of pity... This woman can be suppressed twice in the underground world. Successfully escaped, if it weren't for the help of the robe, she would obviously be doomed this time. For an existence like the False Saint who is good at seizing every fleeting opportunity, even if she lives for another three hundred years, she can't count it. If the grass is not uprooted, the spring breeze will give birth again-the murders that monks sometimes commit are really true. It is helpless.
Robe obviously knows the principle of helping people to the end. After Baojia asked, he barely thought too much, and he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the false saint.
There was a flickering electric arc at the fingertips, and the shot was very fast, but the action was infinitely slowed down in the eyes of Lin Luoran and Bao Jia.
Lin Luoran was fine, at least he persisted for a while longer, Baojia was low in cultivation and injured, he only took a few glances, then frowned, quickly withdrew his eyes and looked at his nose, nose and heart honestly looked in the direction of his toes.
If Fairy Bai could see this finger, she would definitely be able to link it with Venerable Black Mist's memory of killing the blood bat elite with one finger.
In fact, after all, he was using the body of the lovesickness tree demon to act, and he spent all his energy to extinguish the flood before. At this time, the arc of the finger flashed, and the momentum was overwhelming. Compared with the shocking finger when dealing with the blood bat, the effect was far different .
Wannian's single finger effortlessly killed the elites of the blood bat clan. When the finger fell, both the bat demon's body and spirit turned into dust and were blown away by the wind.
But at this moment, with one finger falling, only the body that the false saint has painstakingly reshaped is annihilated!
A pale green phantom appeared, and the green-skinned person who couldn't see clearly was the true face of the false saint? Lin Luoran secretly guessed.
The robe seemed to hesitate for a short second, wondering if it remembered some impressions about a light green planet, and then was about to add another finger, but the green shadow smiled miserably, a bright light emanated from the center of the phantom, as proud as her, The biggest mistake you make in your life is to overestimate your capabilities and expect things that don't belong to you!
As proud as she is, if faced with a fatal situation, she would rather choose to do it herself than leave the enemy a chance to humiliate her.
Her name is Jing Nan, she is from the deep universe of Mohan Ao, and she is the most outstanding soldier in the empire!
"...Jing Nan, my name is Jing Nan."
will you remember my name Mohan Aoxing A vibrant flowering tree, Jingnan.
Her name is not Hanba, Daji, Baosi, or a famous flower in the Chinese civilization of the earth who is famous for her appearance. She is the most common and common Jingnan flower that blooms all over Mohanao.
Surrounded by the comfortable warm light, Jing Nan's consciousness began to slacken.
She suddenly wanted to go home.
...
The Saintess of Jiuli is dead.
The tense string in Baojia's heart suddenly relaxed, and he was stunned for a while, unable to speak.
Compared with every stunning appearance of the false saint, the last scene of her life seems a bit lonely and ordinary. There is no vigorous resistance, but there is a sense of generosity and sacrifice. Ordinary people often say that there is nothing more sad than heart-death, and despise the people of the earth for a lifetime, and the false saint died in this common saying that mortals often say, which seems a bit ironic, but it can't bear the irony.
Is it the pity of a hateful person
"Walk with me?" The robe interrupted Lin Luoran's meditation.
She also wanted to ask the robe a lot, and she smiled apologetically at Baojia. Lin Luoran and the robe landed at a cliff waterfall together. The environment here is quiet, which should be very suitable for the next conversation.
"What did the false saint say about the inheritor, I am the inheritor you chose?"
The words were interrogative sentences, in fact, she had already determined the answer, but she just wanted to get the robe to admit it personally.
Previously, the attention was focused on the false saint, but Lin Luoran realized after finishing speaking that the clear sky was unknowingly covered with dark clouds, and Qingqiu, which had just escaped the catastrophe, seemed to be greeted with a heavy rain soon.
Robe also noticed the sky, and the undisguised smile in his eyes faded a bit.
"Yes, you are the chosen inheritor."
Hearing Chang Pao's confession, Lin Luoran wanted to ask why she was chosen, whether it was because of the little girl who had something to do with her, whether she was a descendant of the little girl, or even... These questions came to the tip of her tongue After rushing forward, everything was swallowed by her, and she only asked anxiously: "Where are you now?"
Inadvertently, the name has been changed. The robe was a little unaccustomed, so he smiled after a long while: "The distance from the earth star to this star field cannot be described in detail. In short, it is a very far away place. Only you keep moving forward on the road of cultivation. , will eventually arrive... it's just a matter of time."
The distance that cannot be described in detail is probably not the difference of how many light years, but the difference between "boundary" and "boundary".
Just like the distance between her and the Lin family.
Lin Luoran felt lost, she couldn'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 in a dream, as long as the robe is always there, she will have a sea god needle in her heart.
"Now, we can only meet three times before you go to that place yourself, and now the opportunity has been used up."
The opportunity has run out? how come? !
Lin Luoran was astonished, where had she seen the robe three times? Wait, if Baojia was seriously injured before the new era, it was counted as one time, teaching in a dream was counted as one time, and this time it was counted as one time, it is really three times.
Seeing Lin Luoran's suddenly enlightened and disappointed expression, the robe knew that she didn't know where she had put the so-called three chances Zhang Guanli, so he was determined not to correct it with good intentions. Although he has been witnessing her birth through the beads, and even grew up, emotionally hurt, to open the space, but this silly girl, in the treasure cave, has no idea how to dig, and finally let him personally teach her how to practice Qi... that's all , I already knew that she was not very smart, so there was nothing to be annoyed about.
"Then before I succeed in cultivation and go to your place, can't you come to see me like this?"
Do you have to only have three chances? Lin Luoran was very distressed. With his ability, he couldn't break through the boundary
The robe pointed to the cumulonimbus clouds accumulated above his head, "My appearance, even in the form of divine thoughts, may disrupt the time and space rules of this world. Three chances have been exhausted. If there is a next time, one of your relatives, you The planet you are on will be backlashed by the laws of time and space, or the lives of relatives, the safety of friends, and even the disappearance of the moon and stars, do you think it is acceptable?"
Lin Luoran opened her eyes wide, "Then you now..."
Looking sideways at the mountains and rivers in the long robe, the smile in his voice disappeared, a little helpless and a little disappointed.
"You don't have to worry, the law of time and space will not be backlashed by this. Because what you see of me is just the spirit that will be exhausted after three shots. Ten thousand years ago, the main body stayed in this world. So the real distance between us, It’s not the distant starry sky, it’s the time that has been intersected so far in the prehistoric times, do you understand if you explain it this way?”
——The me you see is just a remnant of the spiritual thoughts from ten thousand years ago. The purpose of existence is to guide you on the path of practice again. Only when you break through the layers of interface to find it, or remember who you are, can you see the real me.