Chapter 721

This is an old town.

——"Uke".

Ukrainian terrain is located in the basin, surrounded by mountains.

The branch rivers flowing from the Euphrates and Tigris rivers pass through the town and intersect into a small lake.

Before the war broke out, it was a poor town.

Local people with waxy yellow skin have empty eyes and indifferent faces.

They are ragged, lying, sitting, or sleeping on the roadside, on the roof, on the river bank.

There are more people, hiding in the shadow that can bring them a sense of security, hiding, looking at everything in front of them with a dull and godless eyes.

Before,

There were boring geographers who discussed the reasons for the formation of the uke town basin.

Some people say that after the change of the bottom shell, the ground where the whole town is located is formed by subsidence;

Some people say that there is a rich underground river system below the town. The sun and the moon are tired, the things are moistened silently, and the ground gradually sinks, forming this landform;

It is also said that many, many years ago, a meteorite fell from the sky and directly hit a pit here.

No one has studied the specific reasons.

After all, it's just a poor town that nobody cares about.

Who cares how basins are formed?

After the call of the whole people,

This town has also experienced the baptism of riots.

After being plundered by senior people, there was devastation here, leaving only a mess.

"This is human."

that day,

A man with silver hair passed by.

He was wearing a clean white robe with delicate lace. Under the robe, there is a dark and supple lining, and a pair of thick round headed leather boots are stepping on your feet. The man walked on the road with a smile on his face. It felt like the wind blowing from the grassland. It was elusive, but it was difficult to have a bad feeling.

"Excuse me, do you want to buy rare props? Just 300 points!"

When the white haired man passed by, a woman whose clothes were stained with dry blood stumbled up and sold rare props to the man.

She lowered her voice and dared to do so only when she saw that men were well dressed. Otherwise, the rare level props can exchange a lot of food in the gathering place of senior people next door. Generally, she will never dare to expose the precious rare level props.

The white haired man shook his head and walked a few steps faster.

The woman bit her lower lip hard, came closer and said in a smaller voice, "I'm good at 200 points. Please, please, I'm too hungry. Even... I can."

"Oh, what a headache."

The white haired man smiled and rubbed his hair: "I'm not your kind. Moreover, I'm sorry to stain your decision. I don't like women."

The local woman selling [rare] props was stunned when she heard the speech.

She looked at the man's face, flawless facial features and gentle smile. She would be willing to put it upside down in peacetime. However, such a perfect man doesn't like women... Hiss, it's a pity.

"Shh."

The white haired man put his white index finger on his lips. He turned his head and looked around. He saw that in the dark, there were many eager eyes peeping here. He could only sigh and take out a package from his arms and a dry bread from the package.

"Eat."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but she took the bread and ate it.

After a while, I finished the bread.

When she raised her head, the man with the same style, I don't know when, had already disappeared.

……

After doing a trivial thing.

White haired man, came to a church.

The church door was open, and the benches used for prayer fell to the ground.

In a corner of the church, near the wall, a vacant space was deliberately vacated. There, there were seven or eight dead bodies. On each body, there are various scars. Some corpses are already cold, some are still warm, and it seems that they have just died.

Their age, time of death and method of death have nothing in common. But the only thing they have in common is that at this moment, they are all placed in a straight position, facing up and their eyes closed. Their hands, fingers crossed, closed in front of their chest, seemed to be a prayer posture.

In front of each corpse, there was a bright white flower quietly. This ordinary little white flower dilutes the sadness of death and adds a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

A thin young man dressed in black priest's clothes, with his back to the open church door, bowed his head and prayed.

When the white haired man stepped into the church, the young priest sighed and put on a ring: "excuse me, are you here to pray... Ah, great sage?"

The young priest turned his head and stared. The round frame on the bridge of his nose tilted to one side.

ten minutes later.

The young priest moved two clean stools and a table in front of the goddess statue with only half of the church and the upper half of which had already collapsed, and sat with the white haired man.

The young priest looked embarrassed and twisted slightly on the stool, which seemed uncomfortable.

"Great sage..."

After the awkward silence, the young priest summoned up the courage to raise his head and prepared to break the silence, but the white haired man smiled. His gentle smile was like a spring breeze. He magically took out a box of chess from his robe.

"Shh, don't talk," the white haired man smiled and blinked. "Let's play chess!"

The young priest was stunned.

But a moment later,

They still played chess.

At first, the young priest was a little restrained.

The white haired man's attack is slow and unhurried. It feels like boiling a frog in warm water.

But it was just this chess style. The young priest watched his own position empty into the camp. The "Queen" who was surrounded and trembling in a group of soldiers and horses was stunned.

"Come again."

The white haired man smiled and looked very happy. There was another game.

The second inning.

When the young priest became angry, he gradually showed his greatness and murderous spirit by playing chess.

The white haired man still calmly responded. He didn't kill what should be killed and left what can be killed for a while. He looked completely in no hurry.

Come down in a few minutes.

The young priest found his "delicate Queen" surrounded again.

No more.

He felt that he had lost inexplicably.

But convinced.

"Worthy of being a great sage."

Some young priests don't want to play anymore.

"Come again."

The white haired man seemed to be addicted to playing. He rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to play chess again on the messy chessboard.

"Great sage, are you..."

"Xiao Zheng boy ~, I haven't seen you for ten years. You and I have become separated."

"Yes, sir."

Young priest, his real name is "Yanfeng justice", and his nickname is "Xiaozheng".

The familiar tone of the white haired man made Yanfeng just bow his head, quickly succumb to the dignity of the white haired youth, and obediently changed a name.

But his face, obviously, looked a little happy.

The two chatted freely.

The third inning begins.

"Xiaozheng boy, I haven't seen you for ten years. You've grown up."

"The teacher still hasn't changed at all."

"Yes," sighed the white haired man. He took a move at will, then touched his face and said seriously, "in my long life, this handsome face is my only worry."

Yanfeng Justice: "

He played chess silently and tried to change his way of playing.

Snake walking, virtual reality, true and false are difficult to distinguish... Well, Yanfeng just lost faster. Yanfeng Zhengyi suddenly recalled that ten years ago, in the boring days of wandering the sea, he was caught by the teacher and tortured and killed thousands of times.

Yanfeng just started the fourth inning.

While he was falling, he couldn't help but say, "teacher, long time no see."

"Yes, ten years."

The white haired man played chess gently and smiled.

"You came today because..."

"Playing chess, alas, Xiaozheng, you don't know. In that dead place, no one wants to play chess with me."

It's strange that someone will accompany you.

Make complaints about the truth.

No one wants to taste the taste of losing again and again, losing again and again, and losing to the end.

"Do you know why you lost?"

The white haired man asked with a smile.

"Because the teacher is so good."

Yan Feng answered fairly and honestly.

"No, I'm not strong." As he spoke, Yanfeng's just "horse" broke its halberd and sank into the sand. The horse legs were interrupted and withdrew from the battlefield sadly.

Yanfeng Justice: "

"Most humans only like to look at the 'present', but I like to look at the 'present', 'past' and 'future'."

"Teacher, normal people don't use the ability of 'prophecy' when playing chess."

Yan Feng just looked up at the white haired man and couldn't hold his head.

"You don't understand," said the white haired man with a smile. "What is the past, what is the present and what is the future? When you really understand it, you will find that the past, the present and the future are just a mystery formed by the intersection of countless lines. You and I are in the mystery."

"But teacher, you still won."

"Because I'm playing chess."

Yanfeng Justice: "

"How have you been these ten years?"

The white haired man didn't go further on this topic.

It's still fun to play chess.

He asked about Yan Feng's life over the years.

Yan Feng was just and silent for a long time. He didn't answer "general, teacher" until another piece was empty on the chessboard

"Hiss, you are still blaming me."

The white haired man curled his mouth.

"No, sir." Yanfeng Zhengyi took a deep breath: "I have dirty blood in my body. I have inherited a despicable surname. The teacher is really happy to accept me as a disciple. After all, the teacher is a 'Great Sage'."

"Do you know why, after ten years' absence, you and I will meet again here, now and now?" Asked the white haired man.

"The disciple is very curious."

"All things in the world have rules. Just like that sentence, each of us is in a mystery without knowing it. Ten years ago, you were driven out of the sea and sent to the church on the grounds of" cheating in chess ". Do you know the reason for being a little priest on this barren land?"

Yan Feng said fairly and helplessly, "teacher, you should know that it is because of the blood in my body that I resist this place."

"No," said the white haired man with a smile, "everyone exists for a reason. Yanfeng is fair. Remember, you and I are part of the mystery."

then,

When Yanfeng was distracted, he lost another game.

He played chess silently, ready to start the next game.

For ten years, the teacher hasn't talked so long with him for a long time.

And he doesn't understand.

But this feeling made him miss it very much.

Yanfeng just suffered a lot when he was young because of the surname "Yanfeng".

His teacher also told him the hidden story in the surname.

Therefore, Yanfeng is just and wants to change his name.

Then the teacher named him.

——"Yanfeng justice".

Ten years ago, he came here with faith and silently studied the "miracle" of the church.

The teacher wrote quietly later that everything had a reason and he would understand it one day.

However, ten years later, Yanfeng was still confused and didn't understand why he was expelled from the sea by the teacher.

But he believed the teacher.

Because his teacher is a great sage who has lived like a mystery in the sea for an unknown time.

Wandering in the sea, some people suspected that the great sage probably had the genes of ancient fantasy creatures in his body, so he could survive for so long.

In short... He's not human.

That's why he's alive now.

Few people in the world know the name of the sage who wanders in the sea.

As it happens, Yanfeng justice is one of those who know the name of the great sage.

At that time, Yanfeng was still young and was badly abused on the chessboard. When he couldn't help crying, the teacher told him quietly in order to comfort Yanfeng.

The great sage looked at Yanfeng Zhengyi and silently began to play chess. He gently pressed Yanfeng Zhengyi's hand to stop his action. He took out a pocket watch, glanced at it, and sighed with exaggerated movements: "Oh, it's too late for another game."

Yan Feng just stared at his teacher.

"Here you are."

The great sage handed a handmade doll to Yanfeng Zhengyi.

Yan Feng looked fairly. The doll was somewhat similar to himself: wearing a black priest's uniform, a cross around his neck, short brown hair, and old-fashioned round framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The overall style of the doll is slightly cartoon and looks a little cute.

"Teacher, what is this?" Yan Feng is just and suspicious.

I haven't seen you for ten years. Come here?

"A gift," said the sage with a smile, "actually, it should be a reward. Do something for the teacher and me."

"I knew it." Yanfeng just bowed his head and muttered to himself, but carefully put the doll in his arms and hid it, but he didn't refuse and asked, "teacher, what's the matter?"

"I'll tell you later." The sage got up and patted the dust on the clean white robe. In fact, there was no dust. He walked step by step to the door. The gentle sunshine fell on the great sage and made him the embodiment of light. Yan Feng looked at his back fairly and stupidly, and almost had an impulse to worship.

"By the way, another disciple of mine will come here later to help you finish one thing. She is a beautiful woman."

"OK, teacher." Yan Feng just lowered his head, didn't ask more, and didn't have any interest.

"It's a nice day today." The great sage raised his head at a 45 degree angle and looked up at the sky. He spread his white fingers in front, and the sun threw a mottle on his face through his fingers. At this time, the great sage was silent for a moment, turned his back to Yanfeng justice, and suddenly said, "do you remember my name?"

"Yes, sir." Yan Feng said justly.

"Call it once. I haven't heard anyone call my name for a long time."

"Good teacher."

“？”

"... Merlin."

Merlin walked out contentedly.

"Yanfeng justice,"

Merlin suddenly sighed, facing the sun, turned his back to Yanfeng, and called out his full name.

"Bye."