MTL - Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality-Chapter 487 汝 汝 神

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Lin Luoran suddenly came, Liu Qingyi was completely unprepared. She was in her early thirties this year. In the earth federation, which encouraged birth and promoted early marriage, Liu Qingqi was more in line with the status of older women than Lin Luoran more than three hundred years ago.

There is no feasting, and there is a regular life every day, so that Liu Qingyi appears younger than the actual age, but after all, she has been separated from the "girls" for a long time. Seeing Lin Luoran again, she can't help but red eyes, not like in Dongting. The city hall is crying like that.

"You are doing very well."

Lin Luoran hand-held lotus, hand-picked, Liu Qingyi compared to her first believer Liu Guiying, not too much to let, Lin Luoran some unexpected surprises. Three years of precipitation, as a Yuan Ying monk who is also a "cleric", Lin Luoran has a lot of common sense. To know that a devout believer is not a vain name, she can do it, far more than Now these -

The lotus in the hand of Lin Luoran exudes the unique fragrance of the plant, and it is about to explain Liu Qingyu, but the gods are aware of the abnormality.

"You have a guest." Lin Luoran blinked at her, Liu Qingyi was a little flustered, and what happened in the next quarter of an hour made her unforgettable.

"Donna, cousin, are you there?"

Outside the small courtyard is the voice of Xiaotangmei. She jumps off her character and rarely practices the word “courtesy.” She can see Lin Luoran standing on the edge of the lotus pond as soon as she pushes in the door.

Liu Qingyi subconsciously refused to see the Liu family see the "dust fairy" at this time. If the fairy wants to make a public appearance, will she only come to her yard?

Lin Luoran did not panic, until the skirt of Liu Qing dance had already flashed in the corridor. Liu Qing’s heart mentioned the eyes of the blind, Lin Luoran was on the ground, and the window floated into the room on the second floor.

The arrival of Liu Qing Dance, and the disappearance of Lin Luoran, only a few beats of the breath, Liu Qing's heart string was tightened to the extreme - fortunately, Liu Qing Dance did not seem to see?

"Lobby Sister! Please ask me something, do you promise me first?"

Liu Qing dance up and took Liu Qingyi's sleeves to shake, Liu Qingyi was shaken by her, and with the previous tension, the dizzy promised.

Liu Qing dance happily took her upstairs and saw her cousin stepping into the study room where Lin Luoran disappeared. Liu Qing’s eyes suddenly jumped up.

"You say, what are you doing?"

Liu Qing dance eyes in the study room, the lobby sister's bookshelf, those paper books protected by reinforced glass, passed from more than three hundred years ago, is a true ancient book.

"Reassured, not to come to your baby's ancient books." Liu Qingwu's line of sight fell on the desk, a few steps forward, screaming, "Lobby sister, this is your new painting? It's so good... Can you lend me this picture for use?"

It’s not like borrowing the original painting, Liu Qingyu is relieved.

When Qing Dance looked at the study, she was quietly observing. She did not find any abnormalities. She did not know where the dust fairy was, and told her to keep her heart.

Although a new painting of a portrait of a female figure is quite beneficial, Liu Qinglan, who has just seen the "true fairy", still knows the choice in order to send the cousin.

"You wait, I put a scorpion to put the picture on."

Liu Qingwu has nothing to do, Liu Qingyi turned a scorpion under the desk, Liu Qing dance in contrast to the difference between the cousin painting and the ancestor's legacy, the line of sight is not here.

Qinglan sees the ink has dried up, is about to roll up the rice paper, suddenly found this portrait of the ink dry, eyes water waves, swaying her lower eyelashes, calming the corners of the mouth, also made a rising arc... dust, dust fairy live coming?

Hey, what came to life, Liu Qingyan woke up, it is clear that the dust fairy is in this picture at the moment!

The method of Xianjia caused the scorpion in the hands of the scorpion to fall to the ground. Liu Qingwu turned awkwardly. "Lobby sister, what happened?"

"No, nothing, right to the blue dance, what do you want the fairy to do?" This picture can not be given to the cousin, Liu Qingyi blocked the cousin and shifted the topic.

Liu Qingwu hesitated for a while, and said the reason after the cousin repeatedly promised not to be angry.

Liu Qing dances off the temper, and more straightforwardly, he acts in a arrogant manner, and loves to kill each other with the younger brothers in the eighth district. They talked with each other and bluntly said that Liu Qingwu was not favored at home, and could not find the original "Liu Zi Tu" that was preserved from the New Age.

Liu Qing dance slammed her lips and said that her cousin could draw a picture casually, and they were enough to study the Chinese ancient art. We watched the show and the ancestors.

After listening to Liu Qingyi, she shook her head for Xiaotangmei’s unreliable. However, at this time, it was absolutely impossible to ask her to take the picture on the desk.

Liu Qingyi especially found a good dust-proof and moisture-proof scorpion, carefully scrolling Liu Zhenyou's authenticity and handing it to the Liu Qing dance in a daze.

"The cousin is not good at learning, but he is afraid to fall into the ancestor's reputation. You have to take care of this authenticity. The original works of Liu's hand, but only a few are preserved, very precious..."

Liu Qingwu was stunned by the pie that suddenly fell on his head. He took the scorpion and shook his feet. He confirmed that the cousin had actually loaned her the ancestor’s original "Fairy Map" to her, and the little girl took Liu Qingxi to kiss him.

"You are your sister!"

She held her throat in her arms, fearing that Liu Qingyu would repent, and a gust of wind ran away.

Liu Qingyi’s heart fell back to the original position. She learned the shackles and completely locked the doors and windows of the study room, and then respectfully called the “fairy” to the picture.

When the brilliance flashed, Lin Luoran stunned and walked down from the picture.

Liu Qingxuan is shocked and happy. I don’t know what kind of realm is the mystery of immortality. Besides the immortal, who can hide in thin paper and perfectly blend with the meticulous workman in the painting?

Lin Luoran sees her look, probably can guess what she is thinking, believers are sincere and natural, and naturally will not deliberately explain, this is actually only a practical small magic, and far away from the Japanese magic.

This believer, she is very satisfied, should be the best "God" candidate.

In order to gain more faith to support her plan, Lin Luoran needs the spokesperson to walk in the world. In addition to spreading the faith, this "ambassador" acting on behalf of God is difficult to convince without a true support.

After a long history of development, Liu’s family has already become a prestigious ambassador.

The only thing missing is strength.

"Liu's Qing dynasty, can you wish to live in front of my seat forever, never betraying your own beliefs, whether it is like a star in the future, or as fluorescent?"

Vaguely agree that his choice is closely related to his future destiny. However, as Liu’s “believing woman”, Liu Qing’s thought of being instilled from childhood is that when a dust fairy arrives in the world, he can do his best.

The so-called most devout believer, the faith engraved into the bone marrow, she is willing to live for the immortal believers, even if there is no pay.

Liu Qingxuan passed through many thoughts and couldn’t help himself. He respectfully bowed his head.

"The believer is willing."

"Liu Qingqing, who is sincere, grants the ‘God’s position, and walks for the world, helps the weak believers, suffers the soul, spreads the miracles, is it willing?”

"The believer is willing."

Waiting for Liu Qing’s heart to be the same, the mouth called “willingness”. The line of faith that was connected five years ago became Kangzhuang Avenue. Her life, since then, and Lin Luoran want to bind.

Lin Luoran is born, she will live to the end of her life.

Lin Luoran died, she will suddenly violently die.

Being trusted like this, Lin Luoran can feel the heavy sense of responsibility. God's duty, of course, is not just a request.

Huo Feng said that between the **** Buddha and the most devout believers, there is a kind of "blessing technique", which is similar to the magical technique that the Buddha repairs through the accumulation of merit and the cultivation of faith, but Lin Luoran’s **** is condensed for a short day, and the gods are not Chang, can not spread the power of faith, for believers to realize their own, only such one-on-one "blessing" can produce the same effect.

"God makes a job, and it is hard and boring. It is only for the experience of the future. It is a response to the faith of the devout faith."

Liu Qingyi heard the words and raised his head, three magical powers?

Lin Luoran's fingertips condensed a light spot and bounced into the fog of Liu Qing's eyebrows.

"The first magical power, listening to the sound, can listen to the soul of the world."

"The second magical power, true eye surgery, can glimpse the world's illusory, intuitive truth."

"The third magical power, the thunderbolt, can punish evil and protect itself."

The three light spots disappeared in turn, and Liu Qing’s eyebrows had a glimmer of glory. The things that happened to her were too magical. The impact of blessings made Liu Qingyi fainted under the huge stimulation.

Close your eyes and faintly hear Lin Luoran’s voice floating out of the dust:

"The knife can save people and kill people. You have mastered the power that ordinary people can't get, and they still want to be self-sufficient. You can't make killings."

............

The head hurts and people are stuffed with a lot of things.

Liu Qingyi woke up on her forehead, and she still slept on the cold floor.

The night has come, she has a moment to suspect that the dust fairy that she sees during the day is just her own illusion.

However, the fog of the eyebrows has been opened, and three light spots are suspended.

Liu Qingyi remembered the words of Lin Luoran and remembered the three magical techniques.

"Thunder penalty?"

There was some hesitation in her words, which represented the light point of "Thunderbolt", but she reached her fingertips in an instant.

Perceived the shaking of the fingertips, Liu Qingxi’s body could not help but tremble.

A strong urge to exert strength, let her raise her finger, point to the lotus pond outside the window, follow the intuition, and firmly spit out two words:

"Thunder penalty!"

The weak electro-optic light from the fingertips caused a change in the sky above the Liu family's house. A baby's arm was struck by lightning and beaten in the lotus pond, making the entire Liu family's house seem to be shaking.