Chapter 47 Elf dance, the little lady is stuck

  After questioning, Chen Ji understood what happened.

  The high priest of the sky god, Rossetti, wanted to believe in him, but Imory, the elf king, felt it was too dangerous and was afraid of making mistakes. As a result, God's Grace Continent lost another powerful fighting force against the evil god.

  Therefore, Imory proposed to let a few pure elves believe in Chen Ji first, and then let Rossetti become Chen Ji's believer after he thought it was feasible.

  Chen Ji has no objection, but feels that the elf king Imory is a bit unkind, and let his own beautiful elves do the experiment.

   But since his divine descendant Astana didn't object, Chen Ji didn't ask about it, as long as he didn't kill anyone.

   "Rosetti is thanking the Lord for his mercy."

   Astana said happily.

   So the high priest is also on the sidelines?

  Chen Ji smiled and replied to her, this is nothing, just feel free to do it!

   "The Merciful Lord."

Astana asked again: "Do you have any requirements for the first ceremony to pray to you in God's Grace Continent? Build beautiful buildings, present fragrant flowers, and sing hymns to you... Rossetti is the sky The priest of the God of God, every time she writes beautiful poems, many bards sing to people in the tavern."

  Chen Ji still remembers that in Shenen Continent, the God of Sky symbolizes poetry and freedom.

In the tavern outside the Forest of Warcraft, where the wind and snow are blowing, the bard is playing the harp beside the bonfire, facing the knight in armor, the magician in the robe with the staff in his hand, the ranger drinking wine, and perhaps others An assassin and a thief, singing in his melodious voice the poetry of Rossetti, the priest of the sky god.

  This imaginary picture is actually quite beautiful.

  Unfortunately, there should be no such scenes in the current God's Grace Continent. There are only knights and magicians, popes and priests, and they unite to fight against the evil gods.

   "No need, all those complicated rituals are removed!"

  Chen Ji refused.

   "Master, do you have any other special requirements?"

  Astana asked again.

special requirements?

  Don't mess around!

Chen Ji was most afraid of this, so he thought for a while and said, "Then you just sing and dance for me to watch. Choose light and graceful poetry and dance. If you don't need to create something new, just choose the most classic in your Shenen Continent. The most widely circulated poetry and dance."

  Newly created poems are definitely not as good as those that have been sung for a long time.

  Chen Ji wants to hear the most beautiful poems in Shenen Continent, whether it is epic or cheerful and melodious, whether there are giant dragons and dwarves, and whether you can hear elegant elves walking in the forest.

   "Choose the dance of the elves?"

  Astana seemed to see through his little thoughts, making Chen Ji blush and scratching his head:

   "Yes, I heard that the elves are all light, slender, elegant and beautiful. Their dance should be very good."

  Even if the dance does not conform to the aesthetics of the earth, a few tall and slender elf girls sing and dance, just looking at them is pleasing to the eye.

   What's more, the pointed ears of the elves are full of exotic customs.

  The dances and songs are also from another world, and the style is very different from the earth.

  Music crosses borders and can also cross the world.

  Chen Ji felt that he could appreciate the songs of Shenen Continent.

   "Lord, Astana understands what you mean~ You are merciful! Emory and those abandoned elves must also be grateful for your tolerance and greatness."

   "?"

  Why does Chen Ji feel that cultural exchanges are hindered?

  However, that's about it.

  Astana continued to practice her divine arts, and Rossetti left the church. She was allowed to pray to the great creator Chen Ji first, and not accept and describe his kingdom of God in her faith for the time being.

  The elf king, Imory, went to find a few elves and brought them to the bottom of the church, where the saint Astana guided them to believe in the great creator Chen Ji from the kingdom of God.

  In other words, what kind of church should he establish?

  …

   In the afternoon, the fearless Chen Ji got off work half an hour early when he was about to leave his job to catch fish, and found a park for a few laps.

  I found that my physique has indeed improved a lot. I can run ten kilometers at a stretch, and my body is much more shapely and stronger than before.

  Of course, the ability to glow and heat in the doomsday world did not appear.

   Even so, Chen Ji was quite satisfied.

  After being healthy and strong, beating the Empress is somewhat certain.

  Walking in the park, Chen Ji took out his phone and took another look.

   "Little lady is really stuck?"

  Chen Ji clicked on her chat box, and the confirmation box for inviting a meeting was still stuck there. He had already sent a message to the little lady Xia Shumin in the morning, but there was no reply until now.

   Moreover, Xia Shumin sent an invitation to meet ten days ago.

   That is to say, within the two days since Chen Ji lost contact with her, ten days have passed in her world.

   "Send her another message. If there is no reply in the evening, I will accept the invitation and send it over!"

  Chen Ji made this decision after careful consideration.

   He had to go, otherwise his cheat would not be able to be upgraded, and his contact with Xia Shumin had been stuck.

  But you can't recklessly travel through the past.

  If Xia Shumin's parents, brothers and sisters were by his side as soon as he crossed over, after seeing him suddenly appear, they would have to treat him as a flower picker who was spying on Xia Shumin and catch him on the spot.

   Xia Shumin's intercession is useless, her parents will still regard Chen Ji as a martial artist who sneaked into the county guard's mansion to steal his heart, and strictly order Xia Shumin not to have any more contact with him.

  So, Chen Ji had to wait until night.

   At night, the little lady might hide in the study alone and read a book. It would be safer for Chen Ji to meet her.

   "I hope that the time of the two worlds will be synchronized again. Don't let me go there at night, but it is daytime over there. It would be very embarrassing."

  Chen Ji waited patiently.

  He didn't plan to use any weapons to defend himself. Xia Shumin was a rich lady, and there were many guards with martial arts in the county guard's mansion. Chen Ji reckoned that even if he took a gun, it would be useless.

   It's better to just carry your mobile phone in your pocket, and press the return button as soon as possible if you are in danger.

  …

  A few days ago, Zhao Guo, in a tea pavilion by the road.

Snapped!

  Xingmu photographed the storyteller in a gray gown, stroking his beard, shaking his head towards the crowd, and said rhythmically:

   "Born with a three-foot Longquan sword, it would be futile to kill all heroes. I have been wandering for half my life, and there is no way to immortality... Hate, hate, hate!"

   "Hey, hey, hey, the storyteller!"

  Some drinkers couldn’t listen any longer, stopped him, and scolded with a smile: “What kind of broken poetry are you talking about? It makes my skin crawl. If you really have nothing to say, just talk about the latest major events in the world.”

   After finishing speaking, he took out a broken piece of silver between his fingers, and threw it on his table casually.

   "Thank you hero, thank you hero for your reward!"

The storyteller was overjoyed, took the broken silver with a flick of his sleeve, and said with a radiant smile, "Hero, what do you want to hear? To put it bluntly, in this place where the four counties meet, There is no major event in the world that I, a six-eared scholar, don't know about!"

   "Six-eared scholar?!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  (end of this chapter)