Vol 14 Chapter 34: Silk flower

The nine-color deer frowned slightly, and it was faintly felt that Li Qingshan’s tone was not right. However, after thinking about it, this kid has always had a bad temper. He was so guilty of returning to the sea spirit, and he must have a fire in his heart. He must ask the old turtle to ask for sin and ask for justice.
"Hey, with his current cultivation, it is not much weaker than that old turtle. The old turtle is probably a big trouble this time!"
However, she had a bit of doubt in her heart. She is a congenital deity with the returning spirits, and knows more about the extraordinary aspects of the tortoise family than humans. The practice of human cultivators who have to study hard for many years can be understood. For the spiritual tortoise, it is an innate instinct. It is just like swimming.
"And the sea spirits have always been cautious and careful. If such a big thing is not fully grasped, it will never be made public like this, and it will damage the reputation of the Vientiane. How can it make such a mistake?"
But look at the 阮 竹 bamboo, cuddling in Li Qingshan's arms, which is like a hundred grass garden owner, clearly is a small woman who finds a reliance, the words sighed with a sigh of relief, the reddish face smiled, and it was completely relieved. Come, I believe that Li Qingshan will explain clearly to Guihai Lingzun and resolve this misunderstanding. There is even a little smugness.
"Oh, this silly wood is really a robbery!"
In this situation, the nine-color deer naturally cannot say these doubts, but can only hope that the biggest and deepest anxiety in the heart will not come true.
Li Qingshan suddenly turned his head: "But before that, would you like to hear my story? Yaozhu."
"Yeah." Yan Yao nodded and suddenly gave an exclamation.
It turned out that Li Qingshan hugged her and sat down in a flower.
Luyao Zhu is shameless and can't help but struggle, and sighs: "Brother, let me go!"
The nine-color deer indignantly kicked the forefoot, and said: "Which look, which man will let you go?"
Li Qingshan said at the bamboo ear of Luyao: "Don't move, listen to me."
His low voice seems to have a kind of magic or a kind of majesty, and Yao Yao is no longer struggling, squinting at him.
This is the perfect fusion of the devil's way and the god's power. The mouth contains the heavenly constitution, and the words and the law follow. The gestures are exuding the infinite charm. Every sentence is as hard as an imperial order, enough to affect a monk. The mind.
Of course, it is also that at this moment, Yao Yaozhu has no resistance to him at all. She believes Li Qingshan without reservation and is in the midst of a long and sorrowful resurgence. It can be described as "the six gods without the Lord."
"I didn't go to the magic domain at first, but I was taken to the world of bliss, and I was also named as the gambling god..."
When Li Qingshan began to talk about the various things he experienced, Yan Yaozhu gradually forgot to be shy and immersed in his story. Li Fengyuan and the nine-color deer also erected their ears and listened carefully.
The world of bliss is a magical world, and everything that Li Qingshan has experienced in the world of bliss is even more bizarre and incredible.
Everyone present felt it. In the plain voice of Li Qingshan, there is hidden emotions that cannot be described by words. Sometimes the vicissitudes of life are like an old man, telling the past many years ago. Sometimes it is like a child, and I don’t know what is right and wrong, good and evil.
He heard that in order to resist the influence of the world of bliss, he did not hesitate to reborn and lost all his memories. Everyone worried about him, but he thought that this was what Li Qingshan would do; he was heard that he was adopted by an old couple and was named. When it was "egg", everyone smiled and inexplicably felt that the name was right for him.
Unconsciously, the horizon faded away from the last touch, and night fell.
As the story progressed, "Eggs" finally embarked on a journey to the Great Leiyin Temple, and everything was like a fate. The audience is also more and more immersed in the story, and the surrounding flowers and trees seem to be listening.
Li Qingshan was a disciple of the novelist, but he had to admit that he was not very successful in this line. He also copied a copy of his previous works, and Xiao Anlai helped to modify the touches. To put it bluntly, those stories simply did not belong to him. And now this one is the most wonderful story he has ever told, a story that belongs to him completely.
In the middle of the month, Yinhui sprinkled.
"Li Qingshan, what do you do!?"
Suddenly screamed, the nine-color deer squatted with anger, staring at Li Qingshan, more accurately, staring at Li Qingshan's left hand, which is hiding on the side of the 阮 竹 bamboo.
Yan Yaozhu looks stunned, like a big dream, her heart is still immersed in the story - Li Qingshan's experience in the magic field is far more grotesque and thrilling than the world of bliss, she also wants to know, can Li Qingshan be from the nine baby spirits How to get out of the maze, how to overcome the poor devil...
"It's a natural god, my story hasn't finished yet!" Li Qingshan shook his head with some regrets: "But it's not too early, let's talk about it today!"
"Nine children?" Yan Yaozhu squinted, look at the nine-color deer, and look at Li Qingshan, still do not know what happened.
I don't know when, Li Fengyuan closed his eyes again and couldn't bear to see what happened next.
Li Qingshan slowly raised his left hand, holding a silk flower in his palm, and the white and slender petals slowly bloomed in his hands, like picking up, but there was no flower in the surrounding flowers.
That flower is not like the ordinary grass, its petals are exactly the same size, the distance between the petals and the petals is not bad, three layers inside and outside, twenty-four pieces per layer, a total of seventy-two sheet.
The large array of Baicaoyuan is called "Seventy-two waiting room."
The almanac has a cloud: "The five days are Hou, the three Hous are qi, the six qi is the time, and the four is the age."
There are twenty-four solar terms in one year, and they are divided into seventy-two. The role of the "seventy-two waiting array method" is to finely adjust the size and climate of the herb garden, so that all kinds of different habits and flowers can flourish, so this name is obtained.
As the foundation of the Vientiane, the Herb Garden is the power of the "Seventy-two Waiting", which is far above the "Xuanmian Array" of Xuan Ming Dong, and this is a flower with seventy-two petals. The core array of the method of the array is also a symbol of the identity of the owner of the herb.
阮 竹 竹 竹 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹 竹
Breaking away from his arms, barely smiled: "Aoyama. Don't make trouble, this thing can't be given to you, even if you are a master." Her tone is almost pleading, and the heart of the nine-color deer will be broken. Staring at Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan was unmoved, staring at the flowers in his hands, releasing a dark scent from the flower, and from the inside to the outside, blackened the white petals.
This seventy-two waiting for the law is mysterious and complicated~EbookFREE.me~ Even if he has become a god, this is only an incarnation, and it is difficult to refine it at one o'clock.
However, in addition to the Herb Gardener and the Return of the Sea, there is still one person who knows the seventy-two waiting list, which is the Tianfu Secretary, Pi Yangqiu.
Nine-color deer angered: "Wood, don't be stupid! He wants to win your herb garden, he is already enchanted!"
Li Qingshan seems to be concentrating on the refining and refining of "small flowers". Without any cover, he releases the magic of the forest. It is darker than the darkness of the night. It completely obscures the bright moonlight. His figure is also submerged in the darkness. The eyelids radiate to the awns.
Deep in the darkness is the whisper of the pains and sorrows of the billion-dollar people. He seems to be sitting between the flowers, but sitting high above the sea of ​​blood.
"No, you won't!" Yan Yaozhu slowly shook his head, tears rained.
Li Qingshan looked up at her and gave a sigh, as if to say: "Yaozhu, this is the ending of the story."
The flowers in the hands are dyed into ink.