<h4>Chapter 514 The Inteced Time of Ten Thousand Years (II)</h4>


    “The word figure ‘water’ you wrote is still not good enough. Take a closer look. I will only write this once.”


    Lin Luoran calms down after hearing this.


    She has witnessed a wild animal bending down in front of the man in robe in the dream and the Divine Inspiration in The Great Truths. Lin Luoran totally idolizes the man for his strength.


    Even though he is inside the monster body of the Acacia tree, he will never be defeated by the fake saintess who has just shaped her body, right?!


    The man in robe raises his hand casually and uses it as a pen. It is obviously just an ordinary gesture, but he does it in a leisurely way.


    When he draws the first stroke, Lin Luoran keenly senses her own shorings.


    In order to grasp the morphological strokes of each word figure, she keeps practicing tirelessly in her dreams or during those years of interster travel back from Nami.


    Working hard has helped her master the basics of eight word figures. The amazing effect of her writing begins to reveal, but it is still far from the effect of the writing of the man in robe.


    Lin Luoran used to think it was attributed to her low personal ability. But watching how the man writes, she finally understands the real difference.


    Well... when Lin Luoran writes the word, she writes every stroke and even every node strictly following the rules for fear of failure.


    For the character “water”, the man in robe makes a subtle turning point at the first stroke, making the fixed golden figure more vivid.


    It is a change full of Reiki. Is it because the man in robe makes it mingle with the environment?


    Lin Luoran now doesn’t want to waste the opportunity so she doesn’t even blink her eyes. She feels excited about every subtle turn and the intense sparks of the inspiration. Frequent activities in the cerebral cortex are the effect that Lin Luoran makes when deducing the change at each node .


    It turns out that a simple character “water” can be so flexible!


    When the man in robe finishes writing thest stroke and moves his fingers off, a dazzling golden word figure appears in the air. The god of “water” is here, and all forms of watere to worship. The snow water that is enough to engulf the entire Green Mountains is driven by the force of thews of heaven and earth, and rushes towards the man in robe.


    Snow wateres from the distant boundary of the Green Mountains and gathers here, flowing over mountains and gorges. Creeks converge into rivers, and then rush along the well-distributed river channels in Green Mountains. White waves leave a few seconds before new rivers are here. Waves drive waves, and water chases after water. The snow water that upies everywhere is well-organized and has minimized the damage of the flood of the Green Mountains.


    As for the fake saintess, the man in robe doesn’t have to deal with her himself. The umting water vapor has gradually extinguished her mes. Her red dress is soaked, and her long hair clings to her scalp without any sense of elegance... The fake saintess probably never feels so embarrassed in her life that she might want to die if she were sober at this moment.


    The man in robe floats in the air, waiting for the time. He spreads his right palm when water from four directions converges .


    The palm of his hand is like a bottomless hole with delicious bait, attracting the water to go there spontaneously. The water vapor blurs his side face and his appearance, which makes it even more difficult to realize that he is now inside the Acacia female monster.


    Obviously, they have twopletely different faces. “Unscented” is bisexual, beautiful, and handsome. As for the man in robe in the dream, he is very ordinary among cultivators with gentle and indifferent temperament, as if he can be easily ignored... Obviously, he has the temperament as ordinary as his five figures. Now that he borrows someone else’s body, the exquisite face of the Acacia tree monster bes insignificant. Therefore, people can easily distinguish these two “people”.


    In less than a quarter of an hour, thest bit of snow is swallowed by the man’s palm.


    A monstrous flood that can submerge a world turns into three blue water droplets as big as the nail of a thumb. The flowing silver light shines deep in the drops, and the surface is covered with a protective film like jelly.


    The word “water” can be retracted and released, just like the word “snow” Lin Luoran wrote. She could melt the snow after controlling it. However, the man in robe can write as he pleases. As the word ispleted, it will follow his order and then converge into flood—


    “Don’t underestimate these three little things. Squeezing one of them can cause something that is more powerful than dragon nationality making waves... well, since I have made an exception to help you, I will give them to you.”


    The man in robe waves his hand towards the sky, and then a white cloud turns into silver light. In his hand, it is pulled into a translucent, slim thread, which pass through three blue water droplets, and then a unique water droplet ne is made.


    From a distance, the water droplets are surrounded by clouds and fog. The man in robe grabs some flowing clouds from the sky to make silk threads. Some scattered clouds and fog surround the drops and linger on.


    In fact, Lin Luoran usually gives presents to her families and friends. There are few gifts she actually receives, and no one is generous like this man.


    As the fake saintess said, she must be the “inheritor” chosen by the man in robe. However, he has been spoiling her, and they are much closer than ordinary master and his apprentice.


    Although they have never spent time together, he always helps her stealthily whenever she is in crisis. Maybe it’s the care in silence. She can feel that the protection of the man in robe is pure and sincere and has nothing to do with love. So, she can easily be herself in front of the man in robe.


    Lin Luoran is not hypocritical. She just receives the water droplet ne. As the warm water vapor can nourish soul, it is exactly the right remedy for her injury in the ocean of consciousness!


    Lin Luoran has so much to say, but then it all turns into some kind of tacit silence. Her heart is now filled with words like “I will definitely pay you back”.


    “What about her...?”


    Baojia is so hurt because of the heavy damage of Snow Sword that it’s now even difficult for her to speak. Lin Luoran wakes up immediately and looks in the direction she is pointing at... the fake saintess! Lin Luoran almost forgets her!


    The fake saintess is in a bad shape. It seems that it doesn’t matter to kill her or not.


    However, for this enemy who has been haunting Lin Luoran for hundreds of years, even if she is nice and sympathetic, she will never just let her go out ofpassion... This woman has done tons of evil deeds. Even being suppressed in the underground world, she can still sessfully escape twice. Without the help of the man in robe, Lin Luoran will definitely be dead this time. For the fake saintess who is so good at seizing every opportunity, Lin Luoran can’t beat her even after three hundred years. If she doesn’t cut the weeds and dig up the roots, there will be endless of trouble in the future—sometimes cultivators must kill and it is helpless.


    The man in robe totally understands the principle of helping others to the end. After hearing Baojia’s question, he barely thinks before stretching out his index finger and points at the fake saintess from the distance.


    There is a shing electric arc on his fingertip. His action is quick, but in the eyes of Lin Luoran and Baojia it was nothing but slow motion.


    Lin Luoran is fine, and she holds on for a while. However, Baojia, with lower personal ability and being injured, only looks at it for a while and frowns. She quickly looks at other ces, trying to focus and looking at her toes.


    If White Fairy can see it, she will definitely connect it with the scene of killing vampire bat elites with a single finger in the memory of the ck shadow Venerable.


    In fact, after all, the man uses the body of the Acacia tree monster and was exhausted to control the flood before. Though the finger arc shes and the momentum is impressive,pared with the amazing finger when dealing with vampire bat, the effect is far worse.


    Million years ago, his one finger could kill the elites of the vampire bat n effortlessly. When the finger points, both the monster bat’s body and soul turned into dust and were blown away by the wind.


    But at this moment, when his finger falls, only the fake saintess’ body that she tries hard to reshape is annihted!


    A light green phantom is revealed, and then a vague green-skinned person reveals. Is it what the fake saintess really looks like? Lin Luoran secretly guesses.


    The man in robe seems to hesitate for a second. No one knows whether he remembers something about a light green or not. He chooses to point at her again. However, the green shadow smiles miserably. A bright light radiates from the center of the phantom. She is very proud. The biggest mistake she has made in her life is to overestimate her own ability and chase after things that do not belong to her!


    She is arrogant. Faced with a dead end, she would rather choose to kill herself than giving her enemy the chance to humiliate her.


    Her name is Jingnan. She is from Mohanao, a in the depth of the universe. She was the most outstanding soldier in the empire!


    “...Jingnan, my name is Jingnan.”


    Will you remember my name? There was a kind of vibrant flower tree, Jingnan, on Mohanao.


    She is not called Hanba, neither Daji nor Bao Si. She is not a flower famous for its beauty in the Huaxia civilization on the earth. She is the mostmon and ordinary Jingnan flower that blooms all over the Mohanao.


    Shrouded by thefortable warm light, Jingnan’s consciousness begins to disappear.


    She suddenly wants to go home.


    ...


    The saintess of the Jiuli Tribe is dead.


    Baojia suddenly gets relieved, yet stunned without a word for a while.


    Compared to the amazing actions of the fake saintess every time, thest scene of her life seems to be a little bit lonely and ordinary. There is no vigorous resistance, but something like “going to her death like a hero “. Mortals often say that nothing is morementable than a dead heart.. She kept despising the people of the earth when she was alive. The fake saintess actually died as thismon saying that mortals often talk about, which seems a bit ironic and pitiful.


    Is this the pitiful side of a viin?


    “Walk with me?” The man in robe interrupts Lin Luoran’s contemtion.


    Lin Luoran also has many questions to ask him. She smiles to Baojia apologetically. Lin Luoran and the man in robe thennd together at a cliff waterfall, a quiet ce suitable for a conversation.


    “The fake saintess talked something about inheritor. Am I the inheritor you chose?”


    It is a question, but she has already known the answer. However, she wants to get his acknowledgment.


    Lin Luoran was focusing on the fake saintess, but as soon as she asked the question, she realizes that the clear sky is covered with dark clouds. The Green Mountains just escaped from a disaster and now a heavy rain may be here soon.


    The man in robe also notices the sky. He has always been smiling but now he is kind of serious.


    “Yes, you are the chosen inheritor.”


    Hearing that the man in robe personally admits it, Lin Luoran wants to ask why she was selected at this moment. Is it because of the little girl Momo who has some rtion with her? Is she a descendant of Momo? Or even... These questions are haunting her but she doesn’t ask. She only asks anxiously, “Would you please tell me where you are now?”


    Inadvertently, she is now very polite. The man in robe is not used to it. Heughs after a moment, “I can’t tell the specific distance between the ce where I am and the earth star. In short, it is very far from here. If you keep going on the road of personal ability enhancement, you will eventually arrive... It’s just a matter of time.”


    The distance that cannot be described in detail... maybe it is not the difference of light years, but the difference between “world” and “world”.


    Just like the distance between she and her families.


    Lin Luoran feels lost. She can’t imagine the level of the man in robe now, “Then, will we meet again in the future?”


    Just like now, whether he appears in the body of another person or in a dream of Divine Inspiration, she feels peaceful if he is always there.


    “Well, before you go to that ce in person, we can only meet three times. Now there is no opportunity left.”


    There is no opportunity left? Howe?!


    Lin Luoran is shocked. How is it possible that she has seen the man in robe three times? Wait... Baojia was seriously injured and she saw him once before the New Era... Divine Inspiration in the dream... this time... it has really been three times.


    The man in robe sees Lin Luoran’s “aha moment” and stunned expression, knowing that she must have thought it wrong. However, he decides not to correct her. Through sacred pearl, he has witnessed her birth, growing up, emotionally hurt, and exploring the space. However, this silly girl had a treasure cave at hand but didn’t even know how to explore it. Finally, he has to teach her how to train Qi himself... It’s nothing. He has known that she is not shrewd a long time ago, so he has nothing toin.


    “Then before my personal ability enhancement is finished and go to where you are, you can’t see me like this?”


    Are there only three chances? Lin Luoran is very distressed. With his ability, he can’t break through the boundary of “worlds”?


    The man in robe points to the cumulonimbus cloud umted above his head, “My appearance, even only in the form of a god’s mind, may disrupt the time and space rules of this world. Three opportunities are exhausted. If there is another one, one of your rtives or maybe your will be bacshed by the rules of time and space. The lives of your loved ones, the safety of your friends, or even the disappearance of moonstar... do you think it is eptable?”


    Lin Luoran opens her eyes wide, “Then now you...”


    The man in robe looks sideways over the mountains and rivers, he stops smiling, and his tone is a little helpless and a little sad.


    “Don’t worry. The time and space rules will not just bacsh this way. Because the man you see now is just the god’s mind that is exhausted after three times. It was stuck in this world ten thousand years ago. So the real distance between us is not the distant of starry sky, but the inteced time of thousands of years from primitive period up to this moment. Now, can you understand? ”


    ——The man you see now is just the god’s mind stuck in this world ten thousand years ago. It is here to guide you to the road of personal ability enhancement again. Only when you break through theyers and look for it, or remember who you are, can you see the real me.