Blind Date in Time and Space

After questioning, Chen Ji understood what happened.

Rossetti, the high priest of the Sky God, wanted to believe in him, but the Elf King Imory felt that it was too dangerous and was afraid that something would go wrong, causing the Divine Grace Continent to lose another powerful combatant against the evil god.

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

Chen Ji had no objection, but he felt that the elf king Imory was a bit unkind and let his beautiful elf do the experiment.

But since Astana, his divine descendant, didn't object, Chen Ji didn't ask about this matter, as long as no lives were lost.

"Rossetti was thanking the Lord for his mercy."

Astana said happily.

So it turns out that the high priest is also there?

Chen Ji smiled and replied to her, it's nothing, just feel free to do it!

"Merciful Lord."

Astana asked again: "Do you have any requirements for the first prayer ceremony to you in the Divine Grace Continent? Build beautiful buildings, present fragrant flowers, and sing hymns to you... Rossetti is Priest of the Sky God, she wrote beautiful poems that many bards sang to the people in the taverns."

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

In the tavern outside the Forest of Warcraft in the wind and snow, the bard was playing the harp next to the bonfire, talking to the knight in armor, the magician holding a staff and wearing a robe, the ranger drinking wine, and maybe The assassin thief, in his melodious tones, sings the poems of Rossetti, the priest of the sky god.

This imagined picture is actually quite beautiful.

Unfortunately, there should be no such scene in the Divine Grace Continent now. There are only knights and magicians, popes and priests, who unite to fight against the evil god.

"No need, just get rid of all those complicated rituals!"

Chen Ji refused.

"Lord, do you have any other special requests?"

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 just sing and dance for me. Choose the brisk and beautiful poems and dances. You don't need to create new ones. Just choose the most classic ones from your Divine Grace Continent. The most widespread 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 poetry in Shen'en Continent, whether it is epic or cheerful, whether there are dragons and dwarves, and whether he can hear the 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 scratch his head:

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

Even if the dance does not conform to the aesthetics of the earth, the singing and dancing of several tall and slender elf girls is pleasing to the eye.

What's more, the pointed ears of the elves are full of alien style.

The dances and songs are also from another world, with styles very different from those on Earth.

Music crosses borders and can span the world.

Chen Ji felt that he could appreciate the songs of Shen'en Continent.

"Lord, Astana understands what you mean~ You are merciful! Imory and the abandoned elves will surely be grateful for your tolerance and greatness."

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Why does Chen Ji feel that cultural exchanges are hindered again?

However, that's about it.

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

The Elf King Imory went to find several elves and brought them to the underground of the church. Saint Astana guided them to believe in the great Creator Chen Ji from the Kingdom of God, the Earth.

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

…

In the afternoon, Chen Ji, who was about to leave his job and was fearless, got off work half an hour early and found a park to run a few laps.

I found that my physical condition had indeed improved a lot, I could run ten kilometers in one breath, and my figure was much more symmetrical and stronger than before.

Of course, the ability to shine in the apocalyptic world did not appear.

But even so, Chen Ji was quite satisfied.

Now that he is healthy and strong, he is somewhat confident in beating the empress.

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

"Is the little lady really stuck?"

Chen Ji clicked on her chat box, and the confirmation box inviting to meet was still stuck there. He had sent a message to the little lady Xia Shumin in the morning, but he had not responded until now.

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

In other words, in the two days when Chen Ji lost contact with her, ten days had passed in her world.

"Send her another message. If there is no reply by night, I will accept the invitation and send it to her!"

Chen Ji made this decision after careful consideration.

He had to go, otherwise his plug-in would not be upgraded and his contact with Xia Shumin would remain stuck.

But you can’t travel through the past recklessly.

If he had traveled through time, Xia Shumin's parents, brothers and sisters would have been nearby. After seeing his sudden appearance, they would have thought him to be a flower picker spying on Xia Shumin and caught him on the spot.

It was useless for Xia Shumin to plead for mercy. Her parents would still regard Chen Ji as a martial artist who sneaked into the county governor's house to steal his heart, and strictly ordered Xia Shumin not to have any contact with him again.

Therefore, Chen Ji had to wait until night.

At night, the little lady might hide in the study alone and read, so it would be safer for Chen Ji to go see her.

"I hope the time in the two worlds will be synchronized again. If I go there at night and it's daytime 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 wealthy lady and there were many guards with martial arts skills in the county governor's mansion. Chen Ji estimated that even if he brought a gun, it would be useless.

It's better to just carry your phone, keep it in your pocket, and hit the return button as soon as you're in danger.

…

A few days ago, in the Kingdom of Zhao, there was a tea pavilion by the roadside.

Snapped!

Xingmu took a picture of the storyteller in a gray gown, stroking his beard, shaking his head at the crowd and saying rhythmically:

"The Longquan Sword, which was born with three feet, can kill all the heroes in vain. I have spent half my life in vain, and there is no path to immortality... Hate, hate, hate!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that storyteller!"

A drinking man couldn't stand it any longer, so he stopped him and scolded him with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about? It makes my skin crawl. If you really have nothing to say, just talk about the recent big events in the world."

After saying that, he picked out a piece of broken silver between his fingers and threw it casually on his table.

"Thank you, hero, for the reward!"

The storyteller's face was filled with joy, he took the broken silver with a flick of his sleeves, his face was radiant, and he said with a smile: "What do you want to hear, my hero? To put it bluntly, in this place where four counties connect to the south, north, and east and west, There is no major event in the world that I, the six-eared scholar, don’t know about!”

"Scholar with six ears?!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"