"The water character you wrote is still far away, take a closer look, I'll only write this once."

When Lin Luoran heard this, his heart immediately settled down.

Not to mention the picture of the desolate beast bending in front of the robe in a dream, from the teaching scene in the "Book of the Great Dao", Lin Luoran is completely fanatical about the strength of the robe.

Even if he borrows the demon body of the acacia tree now, he won't even be able to defeat the pseudo-saint who has just shaped his body, right?!

The robe raised his hand casually and pointed to the pen, which was obviously an ordinary action, but he did it with a sense of freehand.

When he dropped the first pen, Lin Luoran was already keenly aware of his shortcomings.

In order to grasp the morphological strokes of each character, she repeatedly copied and wrote in her dreams, whether in her dreams or during the interstellar voyage of Nami's return trip, and she never felt the slightest bit tired.

Her earnestness in exchange for the most preliminary mastery of the eight characters, the effect of the pen becoming a storm and clouds is beginning to appear, but it is far less than the effect of writing in the robe.

Lin Luoran thought that it was because of his own low cultivation, but after watching the live version, he somewhat understood where the real difference was.

How to say it, when Lin Luoran wrote it himself, because he was afraid of failure, he followed the rules one stroke at a time, and even one node.

And the same word "water", the robe has a subtle turn from the first stroke, endowed with a fixed golden rune to rejuvenate.

Is the change full of aura because the robe is combined with the environment at this time?

Lin Luoran was reluctant to blink, every slight turn, the fierce sparks when the inspiration collided, made her heart stir, and her excitement was indescribable. The cerebral cortex has frequent activity, which is the effect that Lin Luoran will produce when he deduces the changes of each node.

It turns out that a simple word "water" has such strong plasticity!

When the robe finished writing the last stroke, he withdrew his finger, and a dazzling golden rune void conspiracy. The god of "water" is here, and ten thousand waters come to worship, enough to flood the snow of the entire Qingqiu realm, and is pulled by the power of the laws of heaven and earth, surging in the direction of the robe.

The snow water climbs over the mountains, flows through the canyon, gathers from the distant boundary of Qingqiu, the creek first converges into a river, and then rushes into a river, rushing along the well-distributed river channel within the boundary of Qingqiu, the white wave has just bought the front foot, and the back has been Sina. The waves chase the waves, the water chases the water, and the snow water that occupies the southeast, west, and northwest is in order, which minimizes the damage of the flood to the Qingqiu realm.

As for the pseudo-saintess, she didn't use her robe to deal with her at all, and the abundant water vapor that accumulated gradually extinguished the flames on its own. The long red dress was wet, and the long hair was clinging to the scalp without any sense of flowing...... The pseudo-saint has probably never been so embarrassed in her life, and if she had been sane at the moment, she might have been willing to die.

The robe floated in the air, and he watched the timing, and only then did he spread his right hand when the flood waters converged in all four directions.

The palm of his hand is like a bottomless pit sprinkled with incense bait, attracting the flood to take the initiative to throw, and his side face is infinitely blurred in the dense water vapor, and he can't see his appearance clearly, and it is impossible to think that he is possessed by the acacia tree banshee at the moment.

Obviously they are two completely different faces, the beauty of "no fragrance" is the clear and handsome of the male and female, and the robe seen in the dream is extraordinarily ordinary and ordinary facial features for the practitioner, and the temperament is also gentle and indifferent, as if he will be ignored if he is not careful...... is obviously as ordinary as his facial features, but now he borrows someone else's body, but throws aside the delicate face of the acacia dryad, so that people can easily distinguish two "people" who are so different.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the last bit of snow was swallowed up by the spread palms of the robes.

A monstrous flood that can drown a realm turns into three blue droplets the size of thumbnails. The flowing silver light shines in the depths of the water droplets, and the surface is thin and a protective film, elastic and Q-like jelly.

The word "water" can be collected and released, just like Lin Luoran wrote the word "snow", which can melt the snow after controlling the snow, but the robe moves freely when writing, and the gesture is complete, and it will gather the flood according to his mind-

"Don't underestimate these three little things, pinch one at will, it's more powerful than the dragon clan's troubles...... Well, since I have made an exception, I will give it to you together. ”

The robe beckoned in the direction of the sky, and a white cloud turned into silver light, which he grabbed in his hand, pulled into a translucent and slender silk thread, and passed through three blue droplets, becoming a necklace of water droplets with a unique shape.

From a distance, the water droplets are surrounded by deep clouds and mist, and the robes catch the clouds in the sky as silk threads, and the scattered clouds and mist are set off next to the water droplets, which will not disperse for a long time.

Speaking of which, to her family and friends, most of the time Lin Luoran is giving, and the gifts she has really received are really a handful, and no one is as generous as this.

According to the pseudo-saintess, she should be the "inheritor" of the robe, but his attitude towards her is far more spoiled than that between ordinary masters and apprentices.

Although they don't really get along, they silently help each other in times of crisis, which is a silent concern, right? She can feel the robe's care for her, it has nothing to do with love, it is a simple and sincere care, so that she will easily relax in front of the robe, and she will feel more at ease than ever.

Lin Luoran was not hypocritical, she took the necklace of water droplets, and the warm water vapor nourished people's souls, which was actually the right medicine for her sea injury?

Lin Luoran felt that many words surged up on the tip of his tongue, and they all turned into a tacit understanding that was silent and silent. Her heart is full of tacit acknowledgement similar to "The king treats me as a countryman, and I will treat me as a countryman".

"What is she going to do......?"

Bao Jia was implicated by the heavy blow of the snow sword, and he spoke very reluctantly, Lin Luoran woke up and looked in the direction she was pointing...... Pseudo-saint, she almost forgot!

The pseudo-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 is possessed by the Holy Mother, he is justified in letting her go because of pity...... This woman turned her hands over and rained her hands, and she was able to successfully escape twice even when she was suppressed in the underground world, and if it weren't for the help of her robes, she would obviously be in danger this time. For a pseudo-saint like a woman who is good at seizing every fleeting opportunity, she can't even live for another 300 years, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows again—the murder that monks sometimes commit is really helpless.

The robe was obviously well versed in the principle of helping people to the end, and after Bao Jia's inquiry, he barely thought too much before he stretched out his index finger and nodded at the pseudo-saint.

There was a flickering arc of thunderbolt on his fingertips, and he shot quickly, and his movements fell in the eyes of Lin Luoran and Bao Jia and were infinitely slowed down.

Lin Luoran was okay, he persevered for a while, Bao Jiaxiu was low and injured, he only looked at it twice, his eyebrows frowned, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at his nose, and his nose and heart honestly looked in the direction of his toes.

This finger, if the White Fairy could see it, would definitely be able to link it with the finger gesture of the Black Mist Venerable in his memory to kill the blood bat elite.

In fact, after all, it was through the body of the Acacia Dryad, and he had spent his efforts to extinguish the flood before, and the finger arc at this time flashed, and the momentum was overwhelming, compared to the shocking finger when dealing with the blood bat, the effect was far from the same.

Ten thousand years of his finger, effortlessly killed the elite of the blood bat clan, and when the finger fell, both the bat demon's body and soul turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.

And at this moment, a finger fell, and only the body of the pseudo-saint was annihilated!

A pale green phantom was revealed, and the green-skinned man who couldn't see his face clearly was the true face of a pseudo-saint? Lin Luoran secretly guessed.

The robe seemed to hesitate for a short second, I don't know if I remembered some impression of a pale green planet, and then I was about to make up for it, but the green shadow smiled miserably, and a bright light radiated from the center of the phantom, as arrogant as her, the biggest mistake she made in her life was not to hope for something that did not belong to her!

is as arrogant as her, if she faces a mortal situation, she would rather choose to do it herself, and will not leave the enemy a chance to humiliate her.

Her name is Jing Nan, she is from the depths of the universe, Mohan Aoxing, and she is the most outstanding soldier in the Empire!

“…… Jing Nan, my name is Jing Nan. ”

Will you remember my name? Mohan Aoxing is a vibrant flowering tree, Jingnan.

She is not called a drought, not Daji, nor a compliment, not a famous flower in the Chinese civilization of the earth, she is the most common and common Jingnan flower that blooms all over the Mohan Aoxing.

Shrouded in a comfortable warm light, Jing Nan's consciousness began to dissipate.

She suddenly wanted to go home.

…………

The Holy Maiden of Jiuli died.

The tense strings in Bao Jia's heart slackened, and he was stunned for a while.

Compared with the pseudo-saint's stunning appearance, the last scene of her life seems a little lonely and ordinary. There was no vigorous resistance, but there was some charm of generosity and righteousness. Mortals often say that mourning is greater than the death of the heart, and they have despised the earthlings for a lifetime, and the pseudo-saint actually died in this common saying that mortals often say, which seems a little ironic, but he can't bear to be ironic.

Is it the pity of the hateful?

"Take me for a walk?" The robe interrupted Lin Luoran's contemplation.

She also had a lot to ask about the robe, and smiled apologetically at Bao Jia, Lin Luoran and the robe landed together at a mountain cliff and waterfall, the environment here was quiet, and it should be very suitable for the next conversation.

"What did the pseudo-saint say about the inheritor, I am the inheritor you chose?"

The words were interrogatives, in fact, she had already determined the answer, but she wanted to be admitted by the robe herself.

Previously focusing on the pseudo-saintess, Lin Luoran only found out after saying that the clear sky was unconsciously full of dark clouds, and Qingqiu, which had just escaped the catastrophe, seemed to be about to usher in a heavy rain.

The robe also noticed the sky, and the smile that had been undisguised in his eyes faded a little.

"Yes, you are the chosen inheritor."

Hearing the robe admit it in person, Lin Luoran wanted to ask why she was chosen, whether it was because of the little girl who was a little involved with her, whether she was a descendant of Yin, or even ...... These questions surged up and down the tip of her tongue, and they were all swallowed by her, and she only asked, "Where are you now?" ”

Inadvertently, the name has been changed. The robe was a little unaccustomed, and he smiled after a while: "The place I am in, from the Earth Star, the distance from this star field cannot be specifically described, in short, it is a far, far place, only if you keep moving forward on the path of cultivation, you will eventually reach ...... It's just a matter of time. ”

I can't describe the distance, but I'm afraid it's not how many light years apart, but the difference between "boundary" and "boundary".

It's like the distance between her and the Lin family.

Lin Luoran was stunned, she couldn't imagine the level where the robe was, "Then will we meet again in the future?" ”

Just like now, whether she appears in the form of someone else or teaches in a dream, as long as the robe is always there, she has a root in her heart.

"Now, we could only see each other three times before you went to that place yourself, and now we've run out of chances."

Running out of opportunities? How come?!

Lin Luoran was stunned, where had she seen the robe three times? Wait, if Bao Jia's serious injury before the new era is counted once, and the teaching in the dream is counted once, this time it is counted once, and it is really three times.

Seeing Lin Luoran's suddenly realized and stunned expression, the robe knew that she didn't know where to put the so-called three chances Zhang Guanli on, and he was determined not to correct it. Although he has been through the beads, he has witnessed her birth, even growing up, emotional sadness, and opening the space, but this stupid girl is in a treasure cave and doesn't know how to dig at all, and finally let him teach her how to practice qi in person...... That's it, I already knew that she was not very shrewd, and what was there to be annoyed.

"Then until I have achieved success in my cultivation and go to where you are, you can't come to see me again like I am now?"

Do you have to have only three chances? Lin Luoran was very distressed, and with his ability, he couldn't break through the boundary?

The robe pointed to the cumulonimbus clouds that had accumulated above his head, "My appearance, even if it is in the form of a divine thought, may disrupt the rules of time and space in this world, and the three chances will be exhausted, if there is a next time, one of your relatives, the planet you are on, will be affected by the rules of time and space, or the lives of relatives, the safety of friends, or even the disappearance of the moon and stars, do you think you can accept it?" ”

Lin Luoran's eyes widened, "Then ...... you now?"

The robe looked sideways at the mountains and rivers, and the smile in his voice disappeared, a little helpless and a little stunned.

"You don't have to worry, the rules of time and space won't backfire. Because what you see of me is only a divine thought that will be exhausted after three shots, and the essence of the body was stuck in this realm ten thousand years ago. So the real distance between us is not the distant starry sky, but the time that has been staggered in the 10,000 years of the desolation, do you understand? ”

- The me you see is only a remnant of the divine thoughts of 10,000 years ago, and the purpose of my existence is to guide you on the path of cultivation again. Only when you break through the layers of the interface to find out, or remember who you are, can you see the real me.