The city of gods, the temple of poetry.
Ye Qi sat in a room, his clothes did not change, but his whole body was washed clean from inside to outside, and in front of him were all kinds of exquisite food.
Simon put on the white robes of the deacons of the Temple of Poetry, with a small harp symbol on his chest.
At this moment, the young man was gobbling it up.
Without the slightest so-called aristocratic demeanor, in fact, anyone who has been hungry for two days will look like this.
Coupled with the fear during the period, as well as the exhaustion of physical strength, Simon did not fall down, which is enough to show that his physique is extraordinary; however, even if he was wolfing down, Simon subconsciously looked at Ye Qi.
Although he had done this more than once before, Simon still couldn't understand what happened to him.
Lordmond, who was sitting beside him, looked at everything in front of him with a smile. As one of the priests of the Temple of Poetry, he had completed his task and had received God's gift before, and his strength suddenly increased by a large amount. ; Therefore, Lordmond is in a very good mood at the moment, and he can't help but sing a song.
Look, he is humming a certain tune, and you can tell by the way his fingers tap on the table.
Of course, that's because he found that the Joe he had invited back also had quite a solid knowledge of literature, and also knew poetry, plus the occasional one or two thought-provoking words, which immediately made the priest of the Temple of Poetry , felt endless joy; because he not only completed the task of God, but also made a good friend.
Especially when this friend shows attitude. It satisfied him even more.
When entering the temple. On the divine technique detected in front of the temple gate. There was a rich white light, no gold, no black, just white.
It proves that the opponent is absolutely neutral.
And this is very in line with the requirements of the Palace of Poetry. For those who cannot treat people rationally, the Palace of Poetry will not hate, but it will not like it, but its own reason. This is the pursuit of the Palace of Poetry, so that strong emotions can be more integrated into the creation.
"Joe, I have sent someone to lead your horse, and it will be back soon... His Majesty the Sculptor has also given news, I believe it will be restored soon!"
"Thank you so much, Lordmont!"
Ye Qi smiled and raised the wine glass at hand. It was a kind of fruit wine, sour and sweet, without the spicy throat of real alcohol... In fact, there is no such strong wine in the Palace of Poetry, it is just for protecting A voice doesn't do that either; there's no such thing as a good voice. It is impossible to recite or chant.
"This is what I should do!"
Lordmont raised his glass with a smile.
In fact, the more you know about Joe. He admired this person more and more.
Integrity, kindness, this is a basic.
And the other party's principle of doing things is also in line with his concept.
What a nice guy!
Lordmond thought this way in his heart, and almost instinctively wanted to invite the other party; however, when he thought of the oracle that appeared in his mind before, Lordmond temporarily let go of such thoughts. After all, compared to his Invitation, that adult is obviously more appropriate.
And he just needs to be with Joe for a while.
As for this, Lordemont is very happy to know that he already has a feeling of spring breeze after talking just a while ago, especially the creative impulse gushing from the bottom of his heart, which makes him feel that he will have new ideas again. The work has appeared; however, now is not the time.
"Lordmont, what's the matter with you?"
Ye Qi asked knowingly.
"It's okay... I just want to create, a fire is burning in my heart, and I want to express it!"
The priest of the Temple of Poetry shook his head, but the next moment he truthfully said that this was a manifestation of instinct.
"So, can I help?"
Ye Qi asked like this.
"Help, help? Of course!"
Lordemont was taken aback, then nodded overjoyed.
"So when do we start?"
Ye Qi asked.
"We can start after you finish eating!"
Lordmont laughed.
"For meals, you can do it anytime, but for creation... but you have to have a flash of inspiration. Isn't there a quiet room here? I think we can start!"
Ye Qi stood up straight.
"certainly!"
Lordmond also stood up, and then walked forward impatiently, and Ye Qi followed closely.
Inside the restaurant, only left until now,.
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Lordemont's creation is simpler than Ye Qi imagined
Looking at the long praise poems praising the gods, he subconsciously vomited in the bottom of his heart, and pointed out one or two inappropriate words.
"It's all about 'flattering'!"
When Lord Monde happily presented his poems, Ye Qi cursed in his heart.
And after a while, the radiant Lordmont came back again.
Ye Qi could clearly feel that the opponent's strength had increased again, and he had entered the mid-level forging of the Sun Yat-level.
"Joe, we need congratulations... Come on, I'll take you somewhere!"
Lordmon received divine grace twice a day, which made him very excited. As soon as he pulled Ye Qi up, he walked towards the left side of the temple. There was an open-air fountain, and in the middle of the fountain was the God of Poetry. The statue of Shumier, the deity who is revered as a light singer, and on the raised left arm of the statue is a parrot.
Girls and parrots are the main images of this shallow singer.
Around this fountain statue, countless priests and deacons of the Hall of Poetry sat here quietly, as if listening to something.
"Joe, close your eyes and listen. It will help!"
Lordmond whispered. Then. He also blinked at Ye Qi.
Then he walked to the side and sat on the ground on his own.
Ye Qi shrugged his shoulders and sat next to him, imitating the other person and closing his eyes. As long as he didn't face these new gods directly, Ye Qi wouldn't worry about being found out about his secrets.
Ye Qi still has considerable confidence in hiding himself.
After all, it was a lot of work.
With the eyes closed, Ye Qi heard a whisper, and the voice was soft from time to time. Sometimes it is clear and crisp, just like the stories my mother read on the bedside at night when I was a child, people are subconsciously immersed in it, and they are about to fall asleep like a dream.
However, Ye Qi watched everything soberly.
Including changes in the attributes of his body itself
The 8 that originally returned to the original point became 9 in an instant.
Then, it changed from 9 to 10.
And when it became 10, such changes began to disappear.
"Well, isn't it the application of the power of faith... similar to the stimulation of potential?"
After feeling the application of the power of faith that has not been found around. Ye Qi immediately became curious about this method of using sound to stimulate similar physical potential. It was the first time he met.
And with in-depth listening, some of the secrets began to be revealed before Ye Qi's eyes.
"Using the resonance of the sound to trigger changes in the internal organs... What a great way!"
Ye Qi, who quickly mastered the trick, couldn't help admiring it.
There is also a new understanding of the "new god" who can invent such a method.
"Sure enough, to be able to defeat the natural gods and become a new god, one must have one's own uniqueness!"
With such a direction in Ye Qi's heart, and then, using the "voice" here cooperatively, he began to actively change his body. Although the cohesion of the second body of law can restore him to the peak strength again; however, During this period, Ye Qi did not suggest to make the original body stronger.
The low-pitched singing in his ears continued continuously, and the viscera in Ye Qi's body also vibrated endlessly.
After a subtle frequency was formed, the stopped changes began to appear again.
11!
The attributes of the whole body are changing again.
"Well, perception, will, and charm can still change? It seems that there is still a 'voice' in it, and there are changes in it that I don't know!"
Ye Qi was a little puzzled. According to his guess, changes in strength, agility, and physique were normal, and the remaining three items should not be included.
Almost subconsciously, Ye Qi wanted to explore the secrets.
However, at this time, the low-pitched singing voice disappeared without a trace.
Opening his eyes, Ye Qi saw that the priests and deacons of the surrounding temples all opened their eyes, stood up, greeted each other, and then left one after another.
"How is it? Have you gained anything?"
Lordmond asked.
"Well, a big gain!"
Ye Qi told the truth, and suddenly, the priest of the temple smiled again, and he said: "Sure enough, Joe, you are from the Palace of Poetry, and the 'Voice of Whispers' can play a role. It is the best proof!"
"Is the previous voice the 'God of Secret Words'?"
Ye Qi asked.
"Well, the most desirable place in our poetry hall, of course, only we can hear and perceive it, others..."
Saying that, Lord Monde smiled disdainfully.
And Ye Qi nodded, but there was a trace of disapproval in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
"Come on, Joe, come with me to meet that lord... You have shown enough aptitude, that lord will be delighted!"
As Lordmon said, he led Ye Qi towards the back of the Palace of Poetry.
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