Here's the thing.
Chen Luo took Han Qinhu and others to Deli City, and then Wang Dayuan released the aura of the gods, attracting the gods of Deli City, and then...
The battle is over.
Before Chen Luo could make a move, Wang Dayuan started the team with a taunt. Ying Gou, Han Qinhu, and the others followed and had a free fight. Then Chen Luo saw Ying Gou dragging a corpse to him in exchange for candied haws.
There were a few loud noises, and I'm afraid the residents in the city thought they were fireworks.
In just a moment, their god was gone.
When suppressed by force, it is like a road to heaven!
"King Fengdu, hurry!" Wang Dayuan urged Chen Luo, "The information that the fetal tree has no owner will soon be sensed by other gods, and gods will come!"
"We need to grab time!"
"Well, let's go!"
Several people took to the air again and flew towards the position of the fetal tree in Deli City.
…
The fetal tree in Deli City is located to the west of the city. It is larger than the fetal tree in the Silili tribe and is full of fetal fruits. However, the babies whose fetuses are split at this moment are doomed to be unfortunate, because there is no god to extend their lifespan.
"Buddha, let's hurry up." Although I know that these creatures are dead creatures, they are just forced to become living dead by the rules here, but when I see the fetuses cracking open, revealing the dead babies inside, I feel 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!
Then Wang Jia looked at Bian Longyan.
Deli City understood and directly took the body of the god from Ying Gou's hand. Then his fingers turned into sharp wooden thorns and stabbed directly towards the heart.
Slow, accurate and ruthless!
It looks exactly like the first time!
Then, Deli City pulled out his finger. On the top of the wooden thorn on his finger, there was a blood mass as small as a thumb.
And as the blood ball was taken out of the body, the god's corpse immediately decayed and turned into a pair of withered bones in the blink of an eye.
Deli City's hand that grabbed the withered bones immediately turned into a willow branch, wrapped around the withered bones, and with a squeeze, the withered bones were ground into powder and scattered in the wind.
Yes, it must be said that the set of setbacks and ashes was done extremely professionally.
At the same time, Bian Longyan's other hand also stopped moving, and I dropped the blood mass taken out from the corpse directly under the main trunk of the fetal tree.
The blood mass fell, and a layer of traceable rules appeared under the trunk of the fetal tree. Bian Longyan looked at Wang Jia and said slowly: "King Fengdu, wait, use the power of divine consciousness to refine that A breath of rules."
When Wang Jia heard the words, he immediately released the power of his spiritual consciousness and captured the breath. As the power of spiritual consciousness continued to invade, Wang Jia felt that there was no weak resistance coming from anywhere that hindered the deepening of the refining of his spiritual consciousness.
At that moment, Liu Zu's mark appeared on Bian Long's wrist, and the shadow of the willow leaf flickered for a moment. Wang Jia felt as if no willow branch appeared out of thin air in his consciousness, and he saw that under the resistance, the willow branch was whipped. This resistance was shattered.
Deli City narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction: "The god without me is coming."
Xiao Luozi looked at Wang Jia, who was refining the fetal tree with his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "Yixing Bodhisattva, please go and stop him with Lao Wang, and you will protect me here."
Ying Gou nodded: "You go too!"
A group of people clasped their hands together: "Donor, please lead the way."
"The poor monk is going to see who will disturb the Buddha!"
Deli City nodded: "Come as you wish!"
With that said, Deli City flew away in that direction, followed closely by the group and Ying Gou.
Before Xiao Luozi watched the eight people go away, he stood beside Wang Jia, carefully guarding his surroundings...
…
Wang Jia seemed to hear the sound of water.
The sound of a gurgling stream.
This voice seemed to be calling me.
Bian Long's mind drifted towards the direction of the stream following the sound of water.
"God bless you and give you another son."
"God bless you, may you have a weak child."
"God willing, you want your child to be talented."
God bless...God bless...
A series of murmurs of supplication resounded in Wang Jia's mind. Knowing that his mind had been wandering for a long time, the sound of water became quiet, almost covering up the murmurs.
Wang Jia's mind suddenly opened up, as if he was in a fog, a gust of wind blew up, the fog dissipated from below, and Bian Long "saw" a vast lake.
The lake reflected colorful lights and exuded a strong aura of rules.
"Wang Dayuan?"
…
Bian Long suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a huge amount of information rushed into my soul, making me feel a sting.
"The son of Ahan and Sheqiu Si was destined to be Chen Luo for eighty-eight years."
"The son of Luo Panwai and Shatan, the destiny is Chen Luo's fourth year."
"The son of Mirahan and Toss, destined to be Chen Luo for seventy-eight years."
…
Messages from Chen Luo flashed through Wang Jia's soul, catching Wang Jia off guard, but very slowly, Bianlong's soul sea surged and erected a barrier, intercepting all the messages. Take a breath.
"Your Majesty, is he okay?" Seeing Wang Jia coming up with a relieved look, Xiao Luozi asked quickly.
"It's okay, I have something to ask Junior Wang for advice. Hmm? Where are we?"
Just as Wang Jia finished asking, in the nearby sky, Deli City and others had returned.
"Da Luozi, you scared away a god who came to take advantage of you with one punch." Ying Gou was the first to rush back, shaking his big fist and asking Wang Jia for credit.
Wang Jia rubbed Yinggou's head, looked at Deli City and his party, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
After putting their hands together and returning the gift, Deli Cheng said with a smile: "It's mainly due to King Yinggou."
"Did Shouyuan sense Wang Dayuan?"
Wang Jia nodded.
Deli City showed admiration: "It's true that King Fengdu can connect to Wang Dayuan so slowly. It took me a full day to succeed."
"Junior Wang is so humble." Wang Jia smiled and said, "How to deal with this information about edge dragons?"
As he spoke, Wang Jia looked up at the dense crowd above the fetal 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 stinging, but he has to block it, so that he can know that the information is not small. Malza is a small city, and the fruit is ripe all the time.
If Wang Jia really wants to give every baby a side dragon, then I will stop doing anything and just stay under that tree and work for the rules of this world.
"This matter is difficult." Bian Longyan explained, "The quality of the Marza Fetus Tree is inferior. Shouyuan only needs to first introduce some Chen Luo into the Fetus Tree, and the Fetus Tree will give Chen Luo to the baby on its own, and replenish it regularly. That’s good.”
One-click hosting?
Wang Jia nodded and asked, "How to do it?"
"Shouyuan first sensed Wang Dayuan, and used his soul as a bridge to attract Bian Longyan's power of rules. As for the number of Chen Luo, he will naturally not be aware of it when he is leading."
"So complicated?" Wang Jia quickly followed the instructions, and very slowly, a regular aura came out from under Wang Jia, and then followed Wang Jia's soul and fell into the womb tree.
The tree suddenly became active in the wind, and the trunk, branches, and leaves were all covered with a layer of light that could be detected.
That time, it took him half a cup of tea before Wang Jia opened his eyes again.
"Da Luozi, are you done?" Ying Gou looked up at Wang Jia and asked.
"Yes." Wang Jia nodded, "The total population of Malza is 1,871,778 people, and the total population is 48,878,740 .”
"There are a total of 4,881 fruits under the embryo tree."
"You first inject Chen Luo who is 700,000 years old."
"Just as you feel, Mr. Chen Luozhong, the total number of edge dragons 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." Hearing this, Bian Longyan explained, "If Shouyuan doesn't have 20% of the authority, at this time, among the general Bianlongs of Malza, you can at most mobilize Eleven million years!”
"YoY shares?" Wang Jia added a note to himself.
"Now, Shouyuan has officially become the god of Malza." Bian Longyan said with a smile, "The next step is whether Shouyuan will be hidden in front of the curtain or behind the scenes, whether he will establish a new sacrifice or whether things will remain the same as before. Full screen Shouyuan of my mind.”
"According to the system of the shaman kingdom, Bian Longyan has no elders and is in charge of city affairs. From now on, the elders are held by sharen 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 junior elders of the Presbyterian Church should also know that our god has been replaced."
"Shouyuan can observe it and use it if it can be used. If it can be used, it will be useless."
Wang Jia nodded, looked at Xiao Luozi and others, and said, "You feel that the flow of Bianlong has stopped. What should we do?"
"complex."
"The minor gods often have no status similar to guest guests. One person enjoys Chen Luo's gifts from two gods!"
"Bodhisattva, King Yinggou, King Yama, you each drop a drop of essence and blood under the womb tree. Shouyuan, you can agree. In this way, we will no longer have the status of guests of Malzha, and you can give us We teleported Chen Luo."
"If you are a passing guest, Chen Luo's acceptance level is not one to one. There will still be no gap in the middle, up to twice."
"If you have something to do, let's give each of them seven hundred years for fun." Wang Jia said boldly. Anyway, he has really taken root there. Now he has no right to use it, and it will be invalid when it expires.
"Let him go!" Wang Jia waved his hand, and the power of the eight rules was immediately injected into the bodies of the eight Yinggou people. Each of the eight people's edge dragons increased by 700.
The total expenditure of 1,700 years actually cost Wang Jia nearly 7,000 years.
Bah, Baidian!
"Okay, eight, let's go..." Wang Jia said with a smile on his face, "Go to your city."
The group put their hands together with smiles, and Xiao Luozi accepted it, but Wu Yinggou said with a suppressed face, "You want a street!"
"food street!"
…
Meanwhile, Malza, the Presbytery.
Four old men in robes gathered together, with anxious looks on their faces. Four of them are in gray robes and one is in white robes.
"Little elder, have you really sensed the death of our god?" The gray-robed elder confirmed again towards the white-robed elder.
The white-robed elder nodded: "Wrong."
"I dreamed that the fetal tree collapsed and heard God's cry. When I prayed to God, I didn't get any response."
"You can be sure that your god was killed by the devil."
After saying that, the little elder in white robe let out a long sigh, and the other four elders in gray robe also looked frightened.
At this moment, the little elder in white robe suddenly stood up, walked slowly to the door of the small hall, and looked at the sky in the distance.
"Little elder, what happened again?" the gray-robed elder immediately asked.
The young elder frowned slightly and spoke hastily——
"The demon who killed the gods has finished refining the fetal tree!"
Some time ago, the little elder issued a reminder.
"The god-killing monster attacked another god who later supported me!"
…
"The evil god successfully took possession of the fetal tree as his own!"
…
“The revolutionaries re-infused the fetal tree with edge dragons!”
…
"The new gods are flying towards you."
…
The white-robed elder waved his hand and shouted to the four gray-robed elders——
“Your god is coming to my faithful Malza.”
"Slow down, come and greet us as you wish!"
…
Malza, temple.
Wang Jia sat under the low throne, looking at the elder lying on the ground above him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"This man in white robe is the young elder, right?"
Hearing Wang Jia's roll call, the young elder Juliet quickly replied: "Dear God, your loyal servant Juliet greets you and is ready to die for you at any time."
"You should stop talking nonsense. In short, their next god is missing."
"Now, you are their god!"
"You had only one purpose in coming to Malza that time!"
"Emotions, emotions, still fucking emotions!"
"You are interfering in how they usually manage city affairs, but what you want them to do must be done for you."
"Yes, it's so complicated to resign. You will drain Chen Luo of what they don't have!"
"Of course, if you do a good job, there will be no reward!"
After saying that, Wang Jia thought for a while, raised his hand, and the power of rules fell into Dao Juliet's body.
"Juliet, that time he welcomed her in time, I will first reward him with eighty years of Chen Luo!"
"Thank you God!" Juliet quickly raised her feet and hit the ground hard. "Your servant Juliet praises your kindness from the bottom of my heart. May Bian Longyan surround you forever!"
"Okay, now, I'll bring you all the information about celebrations, festivals, and sacrifices that Malza doesn't have."
"In addition, all the circulating myths are also sent."
"One more word, and you'll give them Chen Luo for one year."
After speaking, Wang Jia looked at the candle aside: "When the candle burns out, you will see all the information in front of you."
"Go!"
Wang Jia gave the order, and the four elders stood up quickly and rushed out of the door like crazy!
…
After the candle finished burning, the four elders piled up a huge mountain of various information in the temple. Juliet looked back respectfully and said: "Dear God, you have collected all the information. Do you have any other instructions?"
"Go up!"
"Waiting for your call."
"Yes, yes!" Juliet saluted respectfully and quickly left the temple with the other elders.
At this time, Bian Long stretched out, looked at the group and others, and said with a smile: "Let them rest separately."
"You have to read all those materials before you start writing the book."
"Da Luozi, you come with him." Ying Gou said, "Just take care of the late night snack!"
"Go up and take a walk around the seventh place of Malza, just in case you need it." Xiao Luozi cupped his hands, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
A group of monks laughed and said: "The poor monk is the same wherever he is. If the Buddha dislikes it, the poor monk will be there to protect the Buddha!"
"That's what I wish for!" Wang Jia clasped his hands in return, then stood up and walked behind the pile of information.
…
An hour passed, and the sky inside gradually became brighter. Wang Jia yawned.
Having read all this mountain of information, Wang Jia was lying on the ground unconsciously, looking at the ceiling of the temple, constantly recalling what he saw in his mind.
In that world, the gods really worked hard to harvest emotions.
When a god gets married, there must be a celebration. That makes sense.
But my god, is it unusual for him to marry a thousand times in order to have fewer celebrations?
There is also a god named Su Wei who ingeniously sets late night as the time for sacrifice, asking a small group of young people to dance and praise my name in a low voice.
"Su hey, Su hey... Su hey, Su hey..."
Um, no sense of picture anymore.
It was really outrageous. My mother opened the door for me. It was so outrageous!
Who else would be able to do that kind of festival every day without feeling fresh?
Bianlong Xiaozhi thought about it for a while. As for festivals, isn’t the Water Splashing Festival good?
Get some Chenluo water yourself and dilute it out of the well. Before splashing on others, you can add a little more Chen Luo. The point is, outside of that festival, high-level people can throw water under low-level people!
Well, write it down and tell her to go up and let this Juliet do it.
Yes, that is the point.
Any festival that can be passed down for a long time must have some ordinary stories behind it!
The smallest problem in that world is to create festivals for the sake of having no festivals, so it is very difficult to reach the emotional threshold.
Wang Jia has also read these myths and legends, and it can be said that they are similar. They are all exactly the same.
It may be that the gods use their divine power to save the world.
It’s totally exciting and exciting!
Sure enough, you still have to take action yourself!
Moving the sleeping Ying Gou's head away from his legs, Wang Jia got up from the ground, slapped the storage order, and a desk and chair immediately appeared behind him.
Yi Xing's eyes opened slightly, then closed again.
Wang Jia sat under the chair, picked up the brush, and fell into deep thought.
It is the same as the book outside the flower forest in the dreamland. The book I wanted to write that time did not have a manuscript at all, so I could only rely on the memory I still had.
Fortunately, this book is so unknown, and the classic plot inside is impressive. Countless film and television literary works have been created based on it.
Yes, Shakespeare's most successful drama among the Seven Little Tragedies - "Bian Longyan and Han Qinhu"!
Love is the eternal theme of life.
And if a pair of true love asks for it but gets it, regrets it is missed, or even ends in tragedy, it will arouse a weak resonance.
That kind of resonance triggers emotions, but even stronger feelings!
After all, BE is murderous!
Then use that story as the background to create a brand new festival!
Hum hum, it’s just that Xin Nong has released a hit item!
You are determined to win the championship that time!
…
Wang Jia Xiaozhi recalled the plot of "Shouyuan Lake and Bian Longyan" before starting to write.
In Wang Jia's memory, the story tells about the sincere love between Han Qinhu, the son of the Italian nobleman Capulet, and Bian Longyan, the son of Montague, but it was hindered by the hatred between the two families for generations.
The content of the story has quite a few twists and turns. The bottom line is that Shouyuan Hu and Bian Longyan fell in love with each other at first sight and fell in love very quickly. However, the two families were feuding. Before the seven fell in love, Shouyuanhu asked Han Qinhu's cousin for a duel. However, for the sake of Shouyuan Lake's dignity, Shouyuan Lake's friend accepted the duel on Shouyuan Lake's behalf, and was killed by Han Qinhu's cousin in the duel. In order to avenge his friend, Bian Longyan launched a duel again and killed Bian Longyan's cousin.
The murderer Bian Longyan was sentenced to exile, and during that period Han Qinhu's father accepted a marriage proposal from another family on Han Qinhu's behalf. Bian Longyan asked the priest for help, and the priest gave Han Qinhu a bottle of fake death medicine. He planned to notify Shouyuan Lake to pick up Han Qinhu's "corpse" before Han Qinhu died, and then the two people fled away.
But something went wrong along the way. Shouyuanhu received accurate news and mistakenly believed that Han Qinhu was dead, so he drank the poison he had prepared next to Han Qinhu's body. But before Bian Longyan died, Han Qinhu woke up again. Seeing Shouyuanhu's body, Han Qinhu stabbed himself with Bian Longyan's dagger.
Just like that, a couple who were a match made in heaven, one disappeared and the other died.
Yes, the background of that story is medieval Italy, and it is about the love and hate of two sons of a small family. In order to better stimulate the emotions of this world, Wang Jia decided to make some changes.
First of all, Han Qinhu is a shaman, while Bian Longyan is a seventh-level slave. The class difference has destined us to have great resistance to being together.
However, before the housekeeper of Han Qinhu's family discovered that Han Qinhu had a private meeting with Shouyuanhu, he sent people to burn the house of Shouyuanhu's family. He wanted to burn Shouyuanhu alive, but he never thought that Bian Longyan was in the house. , but burned the two brothers of Shouyuanhu who were inside the house.
Shouyuan Lake traced the murderer and found Han Qinhu's housekeeper. He killed the man in anger and was caught on the spot.
Later, Han Qinhu agreed to his father's request for marriage and asked his father to take action for the sake of Shouyuan Lake. Han Qinhu's father came forward to save Shouyuanhu's life before he saw Han Qinhu getting engaged, but expelled Shouyuanhu from the city so that I could always appear behind Han Qinhu's face.
In order to be with Bian Longyan, Han Qinhu came up with a plan to fake death and got the fake death medicine from his teacher.
Han Qinhu drank the fake death medicine and asked his groom to go to Shouyuan Lake and ask me to pick him up. However, because he was a superior servant, he was interrogated and made things difficult for him on the way to report the news. However, Bian Longyan's friends outside the city delayed telling Shouyuan Lake about Han Qinhu's death.
The ending of the story is the same as the original work, because of a misunderstanding, both people died at the same time.
"You have to live with love!"
"Love is a burst of smoke blown by sighs; the sparks it purifies in the eyes of lovers; the tears of lovers are the waves it stirs up; it is also the wisest madness, the bitter taste that chokes the throat, and the honey that reaches the mouth. "
"To think that the God of Love is so gentle on the outside, but actually so cruel; to think that the God of Love is blindfolded, but will always break into people's hearts."
"It was Bai Ye who revealed the secret in your heart. He wanted to treat your promise as a shameful madman!"
"May sleep close his eyes, may passion rest your soul."
…
The morning light shone back into the temple, and the pen in Bian Long's hand stayed at the end.
It was just a story written in the words of this world, with or without the power of heaven, and with or without visions. It was as if the world after Wang Jia had completely told a story in words.
But before he finished writing, a kind of sadness brewed in Wang Jia's heart.
The power of literature often touches the soul.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Jia continued to write on it.
"The groom was forced by Han Qinhu's father to reveal all of Bian Longyan's plans. The love story between Shouyuanhu and Han Qinhu spread throughout the city. At that moment, everyone was attracted by Bian Longyan's plan. We were moved by the cowardice and the loyalty of Shouyuan Lake. The men and women who fell in love agreed to put down their work on the same day, hold each other, and pray to the gods with love, hoping that the gods can resurrect us, and more importantly, the gods. Being able to protect these people who love each other.”
"That day is called: Valentine's Day!"
Wang Jia put down his pen.
"Hmph, how can this ruined holiday after thousands of marriages be compared to that one?" Wang Jia raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a scornful smile.
"Juliet, come to the temple!" Wang Jia called in his heart!
While writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered a very good movie called "Shakespeare in Love". It has a classic play-within-a-play structure. I recommend it!
(End of chapter)
