Chapter: 4827
This scene made Ye Chen feel for the first time the perfect harmony between the ancients and nature.
And just as he was immersed in it, everything around him suddenly changed from bright day to dark cloud-covered night.
The violent wind and rain kept beating the pucha tree, and it also used its own strength to meet the attack of the violent wind and rain without flinching.
The strong wind became stronger and stronger, until many branches and leaves of the mother tree were broken, and the torso was violently swayed by the strong wind.
Just as the trunk of the mother tree was desperately resisting the strong wind, a thunderbolt rolled down from the sky, landed on the mother tree with a bang, and instantly ignited a fire on the mother tree.
The violent wind and showers continued, and the flames burned more and more vigorously in the wind and rain.
After about a stick of incense, the whole mother tree turned into a charcoal, completely losing any signs of life.
And the violent wind and rain seemed to have been agreed upon, and the troops were withdrawn in an instant.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a full moon appeared above the Tianchi Lake, illuminating the coldness of the earth.
Under the moonlight, a girl with a basket on her back, a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat on her head walked up to the mother tree step by step.
This girl is Lin Wan'er.
She took off the rain hat, picked up a carbonized tree trunk from the ground, held it, and bowed to the mother tree three times.
After that, she didn't go down the mountain, but put the tree trunk struck by lightning into the back basket, and walked into the mountain without looking back...
When Lin Wan'er's back disappeared on the top of a mountain, Ye Chen's consciousness instantly returned to reality from the mountains deep in southern Yunnan.
The moment he opened his eyes, he completely believed Lin Wan'er's words.
Believe that this girl has lived from three hundred years ago to the present.
And at this moment, he finally realized why he had always felt that Lin Wan'er was not simple, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.
She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was proficient in the near-shen hexagrams that Lai Qinghua failed to learn in a hundred years;
She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and was hunted down by the Po Qing Society all the way. If the Po Qing Society chased her down for five years, wouldn't it mean that since she was twelve years old, she would have started to fight wits and courage with the Po Qing Society?
At the same age of seventeen or eighteen, she unexpectedly appeared in Jinling and in front of him not long after leaving Northern Europe. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
And this girl who looks seventeen or eighteen years old can paint ink and wash landscape paintings superbly, and her painting skills can almost kill any painter in history...
And from the moment she revealed the secret, all these questions had a reasonable explanation in an instant.
As far as painting skills are concerned, she has spent more than three hundred years to understand painting, which is beyond the reach of other painters.
The same is true for fortune-telling.
Lai Qinghua is only a hundred years old, and Lin Wan'er is more than three hundred years old. The difference between them is self-evident. JrNovels.com
And just as he was immersed in it, everything around him suddenly changed from bright day to dark cloud-covered night.
The violent wind and rain kept beating the pucha tree, and it also used its own strength to meet the attack of the violent wind and rain without flinching.
The strong wind became stronger and stronger, until many branches and leaves of the mother tree were broken, and the torso was violently swayed by the strong wind.
Just as the trunk of the mother tree was desperately resisting the strong wind, a thunderbolt rolled down from the sky, landed on the mother tree with a bang, and instantly ignited a fire on the mother tree.
The violent wind and showers continued, and the flames burned more and more vigorously in the wind and rain.
After about a stick of incense, the whole mother tree turned into a charcoal, completely losing any signs of life.
And the violent wind and rain seemed to have been agreed upon, and the troops were withdrawn in an instant.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a full moon appeared above the Tianchi Lake, illuminating the coldness of the earth.
Under the moonlight, a girl with a basket on her back, a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat on her head walked up to the mother tree step by step.
This girl is Lin Wan'er.
She took off the rain hat, picked up a carbonized tree trunk from the ground, held it, and bowed to the mother tree three times.
After that, she didn't go down the mountain, but put the tree trunk struck by lightning into the back basket, and walked into the mountain without looking back...
When Lin Wan'er's back disappeared on the top of a mountain, Ye Chen's consciousness instantly returned to reality from the mountains deep in southern Yunnan.
The moment he opened his eyes, he completely believed Lin Wan'er's words.
Believe that this girl has lived from three hundred years ago to the present.
And at this moment, he finally realized why he had always felt that Lin Wan'er was not simple, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.
She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was proficient in the near-shen hexagrams that Lai Qinghua failed to learn in a hundred years;
She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and was hunted down by the Po Qing Society all the way. If the Po Qing Society chased her down for five years, wouldn't it mean that since she was twelve years old, she would have started to fight wits and courage with the Po Qing Society?
At the same age of seventeen or eighteen, she unexpectedly appeared in Jinling and in front of him not long after leaving Northern Europe. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
And this girl who looks seventeen or eighteen years old can paint ink and wash landscape paintings superbly, and her painting skills can almost kill any painter in history...
And from the moment she revealed the secret, all these questions had a reasonable explanation in an instant.
As far as painting skills are concerned, she has spent more than three hundred years to understand painting, which is beyond the reach of other painters.
The same is true for fortune-telling.
Lai Qinghua is only a hundred years old, and Lin Wan'er is more than three hundred years old. The difference between them is self-evident. JrNovels.com
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