[One Piece Fan]Being a bug in the world of One Piece

Realizing that her idea seemed a bit dangerous, Qingli couldn't help but stick out her tongue secretly, and then said seriously:

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll continue to study these weak waters."

"Weak Shui? I've never heard of this name~"

At the same time as he asked the question, Porusalino also followed Qingli to the front of Weishui.

"I don't know how to tell you, but this is a very powerful water."

When Qingli said this, the expression on her face seemed thoughtful.

The weak water of Tianhe ranks second among the seven ancient divine waters. It only exists in the sea of ​​stars above the thirty-third heaven. It is the purest water in the world without being touched by the mortal world. However, when it is pure to the extreme, it becomes the most deadly poison. Once contaminated, any living being will be completely decomposed and purified by it, wiped out from the world, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation.

In fact, she didn't know much about weak water.

Because, unlike the ten ancient divine fires that can still be found in the world of immortality and are even passed down from generation to generation, there are only seven types of divine water that can be called divine water in ancient times, and they basically belong to the two realms of heaven and hell, and are rarely used in cultivation. The fairy world appeared, so that only sporadic rumors have been passed down to this day. If her mother hadn't done a lot of research on various ancient secrets, and she had memorized some of them under the influence of her ears and eyes, she wouldn't have guessed the origin of the water so quickly.

"It is said that goose feathers do not float on weak water. As long as everything in the world comes into contact with weak water, it will only end up being decomposed and dissolved by it, just like the light beam you emitted just now."

So, how did this weak water that only existed in the heaven turn into an ordinary jade pendant with an ordinary appearance, and still stay in her body for so many years?

Also, how to turn these weak waters back into jade pendants?

Qingli recalled the situation before the jade pendant changed, and she had a rough idea in her mind. She secretly felt sorry for the misfortunes she had experienced today, and then she resigned herself to raising her hand and scratching her fingertips, and then ejected into the weak water. A drop of blood.

Seeing Qingli's actions, a thoughtful look flashed across Porusalino's face, and his eyes darkened.

On the other side, the moment the blood beads submerged into the weak water, the silver trickle was instantly stained with a layer of blood, but it returned to normal in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the weak water began to flow again, but this time it slowly gathered to a point, and soon it re-condensed into the same drop-shaped jade pendant as before.

What surprised Qingli even more was that on the edge of the jade pendant, there was actually a red flame the size of a thumb!

It is undoubtedly the spark of Nanming Lihuo!

Nanming Lihuo has not been completely melted. This is really a huge surprise!

However, Qingli then thought about it. Although Ruoshui was famous, Nanming Lihuo also had a good background. It was normal to be able to retain a trace of fire, but...

Qingli raised her hand and took the fire into her palm. After looking at it carefully for a moment, she sighed slightly and put it back into her dantian.

That’s all, it’s a blessing to have a trace of fire left, so we shouldn’t expect too much anymore…

However, even though she said that, she still felt so heartbroken!

Seeing Qingli patting her chest in pain, Porusalino asked: "What's wrong, little miss? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Oh, my heart aches..."

"Hmm~ Is it because of the flames that were just recovered?"

Porusalino raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "If you can bring back the out-of-control flames, why is the little lady still heartbroken?"

"It really shouldn't be, but I can't control it..." Qingli took a long breath and shook her head dejectedly.

"Hey~" Porusalino became interested, "How do you say this?"

"Do you still remember what color this flame was when I summoned it?" Qingli reminded.

"Hmm~ It seems to be golden~" Porusalino replied, rubbing his chin.

"Yes, it's golden. However, this flame was the same as before, it was red at the beginning. It took me ten years to cultivate it into gold, and now it has changed back all of a sudden, which is equivalent to all the hard work I have spent in the past ten years. It's all in vain, do you think I can avoid heartache?" Qingli became more and more sad as she spoke, and her regret was beyond words.

Although this result was better than losing Nan Ming Li Huo completely, she still couldn't take it lightly when she thought of the energy and hard work she had spent on refining Nan Ming Li Huo in the past ten years.

After listening to Qingli's words, Porusalino immediately noticed the key - can the level of flames be improved through practice? And different colors represent different levels...

Such a flame with unlimited potential and huge power at the same time is really terrifying~

However, compared to his previous curiosity about Qingli’s strength, what Porusalino now wants to know more is another thing——

"Ten years is really a long time~ The young lady looks young, but she has been practicing for so long? I am really surprised~"

He remembered that Lieutenant General He said that the little girl started to make a name for herself in the West Sea seven years ago. Because of what happened a year ago, the Navy spent a lot of effort investigating her. Unfortunately, except for the close relationship between her and Nico Robin, the Navy did not find any useful information.

The little girl's origin, past, and strength are still a mystery to this day, and her age is no exception.

Although the little girl still looks like an innocent and childish girl in terms of her temperament and appearance, maybe she is just well-maintained?

Otherwise, he will still have a little psychological burden~

And Qingli replied as he expected: "Yes, I started practicing when I was very young, but I got Nanming Lihuo when I was twelve years old."

"Speaking of it, time flies so fast. I don't feel it at all. It has already been ten years..."

It has been almost eight years since she came here, and it has almost caught up with the time she has spent in the teacher's sect.

The childish little girl laments the passage of time with a deep look on her face. It is really a picture full of joy.

Porusalino looked at it, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he said leisurely:

"The little lady is actually an adult, I really can't tell~"

However, he is only twenty-two years old, so he is really young~

"Really? I didn't pay attention to this..." Qingli said as she waved her hand and transformed into a water mirror, and began to look at herself in the mirror.

The appearance of people who cultivate immortality generally ages slowly, and will become slower and slower as their cultivation level increases. It will basically remain unchanged after the birth of a baby. Her cultivation progressed quickly, and she entered the Golden Core stage early. Although she has grown a bit in the past few years, it is not obvious, and she naturally looks much younger than her actual age.

This is nothing in the world of immortality. After all, in the world of immortality, there are many seniors who are hundreds of years old who look like people in their twenties and thirties, but here they are a bit conspicuous. She had been alone most of the time before, with no one to refer to and no one to mention it, so she ignored it.

If this continues, when Robin reaches adulthood in a few years, won't she look younger than Robin?

Hmm~ This is a problem...

Qingli dispersed the water mirror and frowned in thought.

However, it seems unnecessary to deliberately appear old just to look normal. Anyway, she has already revealed countless unique features here, and she doesn't care if there is one more thing, who can do anything to her because of it!

After thinking about it clearly, Qingli's expression relaxed again, and then looked at Porusalino curiously, and couldn't help but ask: "What about your Excellency? How old are you now?"

"I..." Porusalino paused for a moment and sighed silently, "I am already forty-two years old~ twenty years older than the little lady~"

"Twenty years old, oh, then you are the same age as my sixth senior brother, but..."

Although she is twenty years older than her, Sixth Senior Brother is already the one closest to her in age. He often takes her to and fro everywhere and is punished together, so the relationship between the two of them is very good.

Calculated, if the time flow rate in the two worlds is the same, then the sixth senior brother should indeed be forty-two years old this year.

However, at this moment, when I think of her sixth senior brother who has a jade tree in the wind, is fresh and handsome, and has a handsome young attitude, and then looks at the old lieutenant general in front of me, but he is definitely not a young lieutenant general, Qing Qing Li couldn't help but feel deep sympathy in his heart.

At the same age, her sixth brother was still living a life of walking around and playing with flowers, oh, no, it should be grass. This...

No, no, we can’t compare like this.

Time is ruthless, and all things in the world cannot escape annihilation and dispersion. In this world, birth, old age, sickness and death are the common sense. On the contrary, the journey of cultivating immortality is going against heaven. Once you set foot on it, you are out of the category of "human" and there is no possibility of reincarnation. Unless one can truly cultivate an immortal body, when the body dies and the Tao disappears, not even the soul can survive, but can only be transformed into spiritual energy together with the body and return to heaven and earth.

Therefore, compared to the Sixth Brother who can only grasp this life and enjoy life in time, this one does not seem to be too disadvantaged.

Moreover, for mortals, forty years old should actually be considered the prime of life, but...

Alas, in the final analysis, the ruthlessness of time was reflected too much in him, so that she couldn't help but worry about him. Premature aging and so on, it was probably not a pleasant feeling...

Perhaps it was because her clear gaze lingered on his face for a little too long, and the indescribable expression on his face was so vivid that it was difficult for Porusalino to pretend that he didn't understand what she was thinking:

"Does the young lady also think that I am too old?"

"It's okay, I think it's not a matter of age..."

It's because you look a little anxious.

The rest of the words were not spoken clearly.

However, despite Porusalino's knowing gaze, she couldn't help but look away with a guilty conscience.