MTL - Max-Level Comprehension – Face The Wall For 80 Years-Chapter 149 Supreme Road
The girl among the flowers, will it be the rhyme of flowers?
Li Qingshan felt a little uneasy. After searching for so long, and now that he was close to the answer, he was worried about gains and losses.
If this is not the case, he will continue to look for it.
Walking among the flowers, Li Qingshan approached the girl, stopped not far from her, and shouted, "Flower rhyme!"
The girl turned around slowly, and Li Qingshan's beautiful face came into view. It was really indescribably beautiful.
When she turned around, Hundred Blossoms dimmed, and the girl looked at Li Qingshan with a bright light in her eyes, revealing a hint of doubt.
"Who are you?" the girl asked.
"Li Qingshan!" Li Qingshan took a deep breath and said.
"I haven't heard of it." The girl thought about it carefully and shook her head.
"Are you Hua Yun?" Li Qingshan asked unwillingly when his mood fell to the bottom.
"I am." The girl nodded and admitted generously.
"Do you remember that you have a younger sister, Hua Xiangrong?" Li Qingshan continued to ask.
"Yes, I have a younger sister, she was born in a hundred flowers." The woman named Hua Yun nodded and said, looking at Li Qingshan with a strange expression.
"Born in a hundred flowers..." Li Qingshan frowned, this is not right, Hua Yun and Hua Xiangrong are sisters, and she both admitted Hua Xiangrong, there is no reason not to know herself.
Twenty years are there.
Li Qingshan looked at the girl in front of him strangely.
The girl asked him, "How did you come here?"
"On Mount Sumeru, there is a monk of Fayin, and he asked me to come here." Li Qingshan said truthfully.
"Little monk Fayin, he has become an emperor?" The girl Hua Yun suddenly said happily.
Li Qingshan's expression condensed.
The Fayin monk, who has lived for millions of years and whose strength is unfathomable, turned out to be the Fayin young monk in the mouth of the girl Huayun.
This is not right.
Li Qingshan broke away from the joy of finding Hua Yun, only to realize that there is a problem in this space.
"Father, the time here is millions of years ago." The big clock said solemnly.
"The space here is not right, it is not in this era." The space girl also said.
"You mean, the era here a long time ago?" Li Qingshan asked in his heart.
"That's right, this should be fixed, and it has been maintained for this time." The big clock nodded, and as he got rid of the shackles of the embodied magic weapon, his intelligence could grow. Now he has grown to ten years old and knows a lot of things. .
In the Immortal Realm, a person who grows rapidly can become a biological child at the age of 10. At the age of 13 or 14, he can make a name for himself. At the age of 18, it is normal to make a sensation in the Immortal Realm.
Li Qingshan said in shock: "Then this is a fixed space and time, and it has always been here."
"It should be like this." The space girl propped her chin with her hand and looked at this space curiously. To her, it was still very novel. She couldn't bring her spirits up in other matters, but she still had spirit in space. Yes, it did not continue to rot.
"Then this woman called Hua Yun should be the elder sister of Amitabha Buddha, who was named Hua Yun's flower rhyme." Li Qingshan was convinced, but still felt strange that this flower fairy has nothing to do with later generations' flower rhyme. ?
"What are you in a daze?" Suddenly, the woman named Hua Yun asked Li Qingshan softly.
Li Qingshan woke up, shook his head and said, "Nothing, how long have you been here?"
This question made the flower rhyme in front of her ponder blankly.
How long has she been here?
She seems to have been around for a long time...
How long has she been there?
After thinking for a while, there was no answer, Hua Yun shook her head in confusion, she was pitiful, bit her red lips and said, "I don't know..."
Li Qingshan still wanted to ask something, but the next second, the voice of the monk Fayin rang in his ear: "Donor, please come out."
Li Qingshan's primordial spirit left this world uncontrollably.
A second before he left, he saw the lonely flower rhyme frowning among the flowers.
