Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Here's the thing.

Chen Luo took Han Zhanhu and others to Deli City, and then Wang Dayuan released the breath of the gods, attracting the gods of Deli City to come, and then...

The battle is over.

Before Chen Luo started, Wang Dayuan ridiculed the start of the group. Yinggou, Han Jhanhu, and the others followed and it was a free fight, and then Chen Luo saw Yinggou dragging a corpse to find him for sugar gourd to eat.

A few loud noises, I am afraid the residents of the city thought it was fireworks.

In such a short time, their gods were gone.

When suppressed by force, Mang is an avenue to the sky!

"King Fengdu, hurry up!" Wang Dayuan urged Chen Luo, "The information that the fetal tree has no owner will soon be perceived by other gods, and there will be gods coming!"

"We're going to grab time!"

"Well, let's go!"

Several people vacated again and flew towards the position of the tire tree in Deli City.

...

The womb tree in Deli City is located west of the city. It is larger than the womb tree of the Siriri tribe, and it is full of womb fruit. But the babies who split the fruit at this moment are doomed to be unfortunate, because there is no **** to add life to them.

"Buddha, let's hurry up." Although I knew that these creatures were originally dead, they were only forced to be the living dead by the rules here, but they saw the fruit of the womb split open, revealing the dead babies inside, compassionate. He couldn't bear to look directly, so he could only urge Chen Luo.

Chen Luo looked helpless.

It's no use urging me.

I don't know the process!

So Wang Jia looked at Bian Longyan.

Deli Cheng understood, took the body of the **** directly from Yinggou's hand, and then turned his front fingers into sharp wooden thorns, stabbing them directly at the heart.

Slow, accurate, ruthless!

It's exactly like the first time I did it!

Next, Deli City pulled out his finger, and the top of the finger's thorns gathered a blood group the size of his thumb.

And as the blood mass was taken out of the flesh, the corpse of the **** immediately decayed and turned into a dead bone in the blink of an eye.

Deli City's hand that grabbed the dead bone immediately turned into a willow branch, entangled the dead bone, and with a squeeze, the dead bone was crushed into powder and scattered in the wind.

It must be said that the set of ashes was extremely professional.

At the same time, Bian Longyan's other hand also stopped moving. I dripped the blood group from the corpse directly under the trunk of the fetal tree.

The blood group fell, and instantly a layer of traceable rules appeared under the trunk of the fetal tree. Bian Longyan looked at Wang Jia and said slowly: "King Fengdu, slow, use the power of divine sense to refine that A wisp of regularity."

When Wang Jia heard the words, he immediately released the power of divine consciousness and captured the breath. As the power of divine consciousness ceased to invade, Wang Jia felt that there was no weak resistance from knowing where it came from hindering the in-depth refining of his divine consciousness.

At that moment, the imprint of Ancestor Liu appeared on Bianlong's wrist, the shadow of the willow leaf flickered, and Wang Jia felt as if no willow branch appeared out of nowhere in his consciousness. This resistance was dissipated.

Delicheng narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction: "No other **** is here."

Xiao Luozi looked at Wang Jia, who was refining the fetal tree with his eyes closed, and said solemnly: "One line of Bodhisattvas, please stop him and Lao Wang together. You are here to protect the Lord."

Yinggou nodded: "You go too!"

A line of hands clasped together: "The donor lead the way."

"The poor monk is going to see, who is going to interfere with the Buddha!"

Deli City nodded: "Come with you!"

Saying that, Deli City flew in that direction, followed closely by Yinggou and Yinggou.

Before seeing the eight people away, Xiao Luozi stood by Wang Jia's side, guarding the surroundings...

...

Wang Jia seemed to hear the sound of water.

The gurgling sound of the big stream.

The voice seemed to be calling me.

Bianlong's mind drifted toward the direction of the stream with the sound of the water.

"God bless you, let you have another son."

"God bless you, you wish you had no weak child."

"God bless you, you want your child to be talented."

God bless... God bless...

The murmurs of prayers sounded in Wang Jia's mind, knowing that his mind had floated for a long time, and the sound of water became quiet, almost covering up the murmur.

Wang Jia's mind suddenly opened, as if he was in the fog, a gust of wind blew up, the fog dissipated from below, and Bianlong "saw" a vast lake.

This lake reflects the colorful rays of light and exudes a strong regular atmosphere.

"Wang Dayuan?"

...

Bian Long suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a small message rushed into my soul, making me feel a tingling pain.

"Ahan and She Qiusi's son, the destiny of Chen Luo is eighty-eight years."

"Luo Panwai and Shatan's man is destined to be Chen Luo for four years."

"The son of Mirahan and Toth, the destiny of Chen Luo is seventy-eight years."

...

One after another, Chen Luo's information flashed through Wang Jia's soul, which made Wang Jia feel a little caught off guard, but very slowly Bianlong's soul sea surged, and a barrier was erected to block all the information, and then it was loose. Take a breath.

"My lord, is he okay?" Seeing Wang Jia's expression in a hurry, Xiao Luozi hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, I have nothing to ask Junior Wang for. Huh? What about us?"

Wang Jia had just finished asking, and in the nearby sky, Deli City and others had already returned.

"Da Luozi, you scare away a **** who came to pick up a bargain with one punch." Yinggou rushed back first, shaking his big fist and Wang Jia asking for merit.

Wang Jia rubbed Yinggou's head, looked at Delicheng and his party, nodded and said, "It's hard work."

The line returned the salute, Delicheng smiled and said, "It's mainly due to King Yinggou."

"Shou Yuan sensed Wang Dayuan?"

Wang Jia nodded.

Deli Cheng showed admiration on his face: "I am ashamed to be the king of Fengdu, so slow to connect with Wang Dayuan. It took a full day to succeed at the beginning."

"Junior Wang is modest." Wang Jia smiled and said again, "How to deal with the information of these border dragons?"

Speaking, Wang Jia looked up at the dense crowd above the tire tree: "If you give Chen Luo one by one, do you have time to do other things?"

Just kidding, it can make Wang Jia's soul feel a sting, but it has to be shielded, and then you can know that the information is not small. That Marza is a small town, and the fruitless fruit is ripe all the time.

If Wang Jia really wants to give each baby a side dragon, then I will not do anything and stay under that tree to work for the rules of this world.

"This matter is difficult." Bian Longyan explained, "The quality of the Malza fetal tree is inferior. As long as Shouyuan first takes in a part of Chen Luo and injects it into the fetal tree, the fetal tree will give the baby Chen Luo by itself, and replenish it regularly. Just fine."

One-click hosting?

Wang Jia nodded and asked again, "How to do it?"

"Shouyuan first senses Wang Dayuan, uses the soul as a bridge, and the power of the rules to attract Bian Longyan can fall. As for the number of Chen Luo, he will naturally not perceive it when he is attracted."

"So complicated?" Wang Jia quickly followed suit, very slowly, a regular breath emanated from under Wang Jia, and then, following Wang Jia's spirit, it fell under the fetal tree.

This fetal tree suddenly had the wind, and the trunk, branches, and leaves were covered with a layer of light that could be checked.

That time, Wang Jia opened his eyes again after a full cup of tea.

"Daluozi, are you done?" Yinggou looked up at Wang Jia and asked.

"Yeah." Wang Jia nodded, "There is no population of 1,871,778 people in Marza's eyes, and the total number of Chen Luo is 48,878,740 years. ."

"There are no more than four thousand eight hundred and eighty-one fruit under the embryo tree."

"You first injected Chen Luo who was 700,000 years old."

"It's what you feel, General Chen Luozhong, the total number of Bianlong you can mobilize now is only two million years old. What's going on?"

"Well, that's the authority you mentioned to King Fengdu later." Bian Longyan heard the words and explained, "If Shouyuan does not have the authority of 20%, you can at most mobilize the general Bianlongzhong of Malza. Eleven million years!"

"Year-on-year shares?" Wang Jia added a note to himself.

"Now, Shouyuan has officially become the **** of Marza." Bian Longyan said with a smile, "Next, whether Shouyuan is hidden in front of the screen or after the sage is revealed, whether to establish a new sacrifice or everything is the same as the old, full-screen Shouyuan mind."

"According to the system of the shaman kingdom, Bian Longyan is the no-senior house and is in charge of the city affairs. The elders are all held by Shiren and shamans. Whether to break up and reorganize or continue to use the original set of personnel is also in Shouyuan. in a moment."

"At that time, the little elders of the Presbyterian Church should also know that our God has changed."

"Shouyuan can be observed, if you can use it, you can use it. If you can use it, you can use it."

Wang Jia nodded, looked at Xiaoluozi and the others, and said, "You feel that the passage of Bianlong has stopped. What should we do?"

"complex."

"There is often no identity like a guest among the little gods, and one person enjoys the gifts of Chen Luo from two gods!"

"Bodhisattva, King Yinggou, King Yama, each of them drops a drop of blood essence and falls under the fetal tree, Shouyuan, you can agree. Then we will lose the identity of Marzak, and you can give We sent Chen Luo."

"If it is a passing guest, Chen Luo's acceptance level is not one-to-one, there will be no gap in the middle, and the highest is twice."

"If you have something to do, let everyone play for 700 years first." Wang Jia said boldly, anyway, he really took root there, and now he has no right to use it, and it will be invalid after expiration.

"Let him go!" Wang Jia waved his hand, and immediately the power of the eight rules was injected into the bodies of Yinggou eight people, and the edge dragons of the eight people soared by seven hundred each.

It was through the expenditure of 1,700 years that it actually consumed Wang Jia's cost of nearly 7,000 years.

Bah, white shop!

"Okay, eight, let's go..." Wang Jia smiled, "Go to your city."

A line of smiles clasped together, Xiao Luozi handed over, but Wuyinggou held her face and said, "You want a street!"

"food street!"

...

At the same time, Marza, the House of Elders.

The four old men in robes gathered together with anxious expressions on their faces. Four of them were in gray robes and one was in white robes.

"Little elder, have you really sensed the fall of our god?" The gray-robed elder reconfirmed toward the white-robed elder.

The white-robed elder nodded: "It's wrong."

"The old man dreamed that the fetal tree collapsed, heard the whining of the gods, and when he prayed to the gods, he got no response."

"It is certain that your **** was killed by the devil."

After speaking, the white-robed little elder sighed, and the other four gray-robed elders also looked terrified.

At this moment, the white-robed little elder suddenly stood up and walked slowly to the door of the small hall, looking at the distant sky.

"Little elder, what happened again?" The gray-robed elder immediately asked.

The little elder frowned slightly and hurriedly spoke—

"The devil who killed the gods has finished refining the fetal tree!"

After a while, the little elder reminded him at the right time.

"God-killing monsters hit the other gods who were supported later!"

...

"The evil **** successfully took the fetal tree as his own!"

...

"The changer re-injected the side dragon into the tire tree!"

...

"The new gods are flying towards you."

...

The white-robed elder waved his hand and shouted to the four gray-robed elders—

"Your gods are coming to my faithful Marza."

"Slow, welcome as you go!"

...

Marza, Temple.

Wang Jia sat under the low **** seat, looked at the elder who was lying on the ground above, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This one in white robe, is he a little elder?"

Hearing Wang Jia's name, the little elder Juliet quickly replied: "Respected god, your loyal servant Juliet greets you and is ready to die for you at any time."

"You just stop talking nonsense. All in all, their next **** has disappeared."

"Now, you are their god!"

"You came to Marza for no purpose!"

"Emotions, emotions, or TM's emotions!"

"You interfere with how they usually manage city affairs, but what you want them to do must be done for you."

"Yes, it's just that resignation is so complicated, you will drain Chen Luo that they don't have!"

"Of course, if you do well, there will be no reward!"

After speaking, Wang Jia thought for a while, and when he raised his hand, a force of rules fell into Dao Juliet's body.

"Juliet, that time when he greeted him in time, he first rewarded him Chen Luo for 80 years!"

"Thank God!" Juliet raised her feet quickly and slammed heavily on the ground, "Your servant Juliet praises your kindness from the bottom of her heart, and may Bian Longyan always surround you!"

"Okay, now, I'll bring you all the materials of celebrations, festivals, and sacrifices that Marza doesn't have."

"In addition, the myths that are not there are also sent."

"One more word, you will accept them for a year, Chen Luo."

After finishing speaking, Wang Jia looked at the candle beside him: "After the candle burns out, you will see that all the documents are in front of you."

"Go!"

Wang Jia gave an order, and the four elders quickly got up and rushed out of the door like crazy!

...

After the candle was burned, the four elders piled various materials into a mountain in the temple. Juliet turned back respectfully and said, "Respected God, you have already collected all the information that you don't have. Do you still have any orders?"

"Go up!"

"Waiting for your call."

"Yes, yes!" Juliet saluted respectfully, and quickly left the temple with her elders.

At this moment, Bian Long stretched his back, looked at the group and the others, and said with a smile, "Let's rest individually."

"You have to read all those materials before you can start writing a book."

"Daluozi, you accompany him." Yinggou said, "Just take a supper!"

"Let's go to the seven places in Malza, just in case the need arises." Xiao Luozi cupped his hands, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

A group of monks smiled and said, "The poor monk is the same everywhere. If the Buddha is disgusted, the poor monk will protect the Buddha's law there!"

"As much as you want!" Wang Jia returned the salute, got up and walked behind the pile of documents.

...

After an hour passed, the sky inside gradually became brighter, and Wang Jia yawned.

This mountain-like material has been read all over. Wang Jia is lying on the ground with or without image, looking at the ceiling of the temple, and his mind is constantly recalling what he saw.

In that world, in order to harvest emotions, the gods really worked hard.

When the gods get married, there will be a celebration, which is very reasonable.

But he and I are naughty, in order to have fewer celebrations, is it abnormal to get married a thousand times?

There is not yet a **** named Su Hai, who ingeniously sets every night as a sacrificial time, asking a small group of elderly people to dance and whisper my name.

"Su, Su, Su, Su, Su, and Su..."

Eh, no picture anymore.

It's really outrageous. My mom opened the door for outrageous, outrageous home!

Who else can do that kind of festival every day and still have no freshness!

Bian Long Xiaozhi thought about it, if it's a festival, is the Songkran Festival good?

Get some Chen Luoshui by yourself and dilute it out of the well. Before splashing on others, it can add a little Chen Luo. The point is, outside of that festival, high-level people can splash water on low-level people!

Well, write it down, order it up, and let this Juliet do it.

Yes, that's the point.

There are no festivals that can be passed down for a long time, and there must be many bland stories in front of them!

The smallest problem in that world is to create festivals for the sake of no festivals, so it is difficult to reach the emotional threshold.

Wang Jia also read these myths and legends, and it can be said that they are similar, they are all exactly the same.

It's probably that the gods, in order to save the world, show their power and so on.

There is no sense of coolness and anticipation at all!

Sure enough, you still have to do it yourself!

He moved the sleeping Yinghook pillow under his legs and moved his head away, Wang Jia got up from the ground, slapped the storage order, and immediately a desk and chair appeared behind him.

A line of eyes opened slightly, and then closed again.

Wang Jia sat under the chair, picked up the writing brush, and fell into deep thought.

It is the same as the book outside the Dreamland Flower Forest. The book I was going to write at that time had no original manuscript at all, and I could only rely on the little memory I still had.

Fortunately, this book is really too unknown, and the classic plots outside are impressive. Several film and television literary works have been created based on it.

Yes, Shakespeare's most successful drama in the Seven Little Tragedy - "Bian Longyan and Han Capture the Tiger"!

Love is the eternal theme of life.

And a pair of sincere love asks and gets it, regrets missing it, or even ends in tragedy, it will resonate weakly.

That kind of resonance is all about emotions, but more intense emotions!

After all, BE is murderous!

Then use that story as the background to create a whole new festival!

Humph, that is, the letter is a hit!

That time the sales crown, you got it!

...

Wang Jiaxiaozhi recalled the plot of "Shouyuan Lake and Bian Longyan", and then wrote down his whereabouts.

In Wang Jia's memory, the story was about the sincere love between Han Chihu, the son of the Italian nobleman Capulet, and Bian Longyan, the son of Montague, but they were hindered because the two families were feuding for generations.

There are few twists and turns in the story. The bottom line is that Shouyuan Lake and Bian Longyan fell in love with each other at first sight, and soon fell in love. But the two families were feuds, and before the seven fell in love, Shouyuanhu asked Han Chuhu's cousin to duel. However, for the dignity of Shouyuan Lake, Shouyuan Lake's friend accepted the duel in place of Shouyuan Lake, and was killed by Han Qihu's cousin in the duel. In order to avenge his friend, Bian Longyan once again launched a duel and killed Bian Longyan's cousin.

The murderer Bian Longyan was sentenced to exile, and during that time Han Zhanhu's father accepted a marriage proposal from another family for Han Zhanhu. Bian Longyan asked the priest for help, and the priest gave Han Zhanhu a bottle of fake death medicine, planning to notify Shouyuan Lake to pick up Han Zhanhu's "corpse" before Han Zhanhu died, and then the first two flew away.

But something went wrong along the way. Shouyuan Lake got accurate information, mistakenly thought that Han Chuanhu was dead, and drank the poison that had been prepared beside Han Chuanhu's body. But before Bian Longyan died, Han Zhanhu woke up again, and when he saw the body of Shouyuan Lake, Han Zhanhu stabbed himself with Bian Longyan's short sword.

Just like that, a pair of sweethearts that was a match made in heaven, one incense disappears, the other is dead.

Yes, the background of the story is Italy in the Middle Ages, and it is about the love and hate of two small family sons. In order to stimulate the emotions of the world, Wang Jia decided to make some changes.

First of all, Han Jihu was a witch, while Bian Longyan was a servant of the seventh rank. The difference of class is doomed to our monstrous resistance together.

However, the housekeeper of Han Chuanhu's family discovered that before the private meeting between Han Chuanhu and Shouyuanhu, he sent someone to burn down the house of Shouyuanhu's family, and wanted to burn Shouyuanhu alive, but he thought that Bian Longyan was out there. , but burned the two brothers of Shouyuan Lake inside the house to death.

Shouyuanhu tracked down the murderer and found Han Han Hu's housekeeper. He killed him in anger, and he was caught on the spot.

Following that, Han Zhanhu agreed to his father's request for marriage for the sake of Shouyuan Lake and asked his father to take action. Han Chuanhu's father came forward to save the life of Shouyuan Lake before seeing Han Chuhu and his partner engaged, but expelled Shouyuan Lake from the city, so that I could always appear behind Han Chuhu's face.

In order to be with Bian Longyan, Han Jhanhu came up with a plan of suspended animation, and obtained suspended animation from his teacher.

Han Zhanhu drank the fake death drug and asked his groom to find Shouyuan Lake and asked me to pick him up. But Bian Longyan's friend outside the city delayed to tell Shouyuan Lake the news of Han Chuhu's death.

The ending of the story is the same as the original, because of a misunderstanding, the two died at the same time.

"It is to live with love!"

"Love is a puff of smoke blown by a sigh; a lover's eye has no spark it purifies; a lover's tears are the waves it stirs; it is the wisest madness, the bitter taste that chokes the throat, and the honey to the mouth to eat. "

"I think it is because the **** of love is so gentle on the inside, but it is so cruel in reality; it is because the **** of love has been blindfolded, but it will always break people's hearts."

"It's Bai Ye who leaked the secret in your heart, to see your promise as a shameful madman!"

"May it be sleep that closes his eyes, and may the intensity rest your soul."

...

The morning light shone back into the temple, and the pen in Bianlong's hand stayed at the end.

It's just a story written in the words of this world, with or without the power of heaven and with or without visions, as if the world after Wang Jia had finished telling a story in words.

But before he finished writing, a kind of sadness was brewing in Wang Jia's heart.

The power of literature often touches the soul.

Take a deep breath~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Wang Jia continued to write on it.

"The groom told Bian Longyan's plan on the persecution of Han Chahu's father. The love story between Shouyuan Lake and Han Chahu spread throughout the city. At that moment, no one was caught by Bian Longyan. I was moved by cowardice and Shouyuan Lake's loyalty. All the women and men who fell in love agreed on the same day to put on the work in their hands, hold each other, pray to the gods with love, hope that the gods can resurrect us, and even more hope that the gods can resurrect us. To protect these loved ones."

"That day is called: Valentine's Day!"

Wang Jia put the pen down.

"Hmph, can this broken festival, which is obtained from a thousand marriages, be compared to that?" Wang Jia's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile.

"Juliet, come to the temple!" Wang Jia summoned in his heart!

Writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered a very good movie called "Shakespeare in Love", the structure of the classic drama, recommended!

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