Alternative Jianghu Adventures

The uppermost layer of Keshan is all covered with white robes, and in the middle of them, Pula Shiwu is standing solemnly on the spot in an ivory white robe trimmed with gold.

There are five floors of circular corridors below—the "market" that was used to temporarily set up stalls has all been removed at this moment. On each step, there are three believers crawling neatly, wearing special lace prayers uniformly. Clothes, with a serious expression, without saying a word, or prostrating, or looking up at Pura [-] standing on the high platform, with fanatical eyes.

And those who gather at the bottom are purely Han Chinese who have no belief in chess.

This group of people just stood there quietly, looking at the ceremony crowd spiraling upwards from bottom to top.Perhaps infected by this situation, there is no noise in the huge crowd. Even the Han people who usually talk to themselves carefully hide themselves in this great ceremony, so as not to make themselves appear more unexpected.

Individuals in a group can be infected by those around them.

Especially in this particular environment.

With the sound of "The Grand Ceremony Begins" by Pope Pula XV, the entire crowd gave out huge cheers in unison.

Shockingly frenzied.

The murals behind are bright in color, and the spiral circle seems to be able to absorb the soul of people.

Bao Qi took out the large musical instruments that he had prepared long ago, holding huge flower-shaped strings in twos and threes.With frivolous fingertips, there was a buzzing sound suddenly.

The crisp sound echoed in the empty mountainside, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

It can be said that the lingering sound will last for three days.

"Hey look!"

"Something seems to be flowing from the side!"

"...so beautiful..."

"..."

Whispering suddenly broke out in the crowd, and Qiao Anyue, who was hidden at the bottom, quickly saw a stream of orange-red hot liquid flowing out from every corner of the bottom of the mountain.

The solid ground under his feet seemed to be moving away faintly, forming various grooves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The orange-red hot liquid immediately made a huge checkerboard pattern on the black ground along the groove. The speed was so fast and the contrast was obvious that some believers who didn’t know why immediately fell to their knees and even muttered words. .

Qiao Anyue took Yuan Hua and Cheng Zhe a few steps aside calmly, a gust of hot liquid just poured over the position where they were standing just now.

"It should be the mechanism I discovered before." Cheng Zhe lowered his voice and reminded himself.

Qiao Anyue immediately realized that this was the mobile mechanism embedded in the entire mountain that Cheng Zhe mentioned earlier.

It's just... such a huge amount of engineering, just for such a small groove in front of you?

Intuition told Qiao Anyue that things were not that simple.

She tentatively kicked a small stone on the ground into the hot liquid when no one noticed, but found that the stone was melted into powder by the intense heat the moment it fell into the hot liquid.

"This is……"

Qiao Anyue muttered to herself, the crazy and bold guess before made it easy for her to connect this hot liquid with the guess in her heart.

Dasildo.

The holy mountain of chess teaching.

That ancient volcano!

This is……

"Lava."

Qiao Anyue clenched her fists tightly, and there was even a slight tremor at the end of her voice.

"There are volcanoes outside the southern wilderness, in which endless trees grow, and the fire burns day and night, so that the storm will not be fierce, and the torrential rain will not be extinguished."

Xia Yun looked at the Lanlada Palace not far away, which was completely surrounded by lava. For some reason, such a passage from "Shan Hai Jing" suddenly popped into his mind.

With a backhand sword, she cut off the wrist of the last person in the way who was sneaking up from behind.

The other party didn't feel any pain as expected, and the other hand grabbed Xia Yun's neck without hesitation.

"...Your uncle!"

Xia Yun spat out these four words from her throat, and with this hearty shout, the dagger jumped out from the hilt of the dagger, she immediately turned around and took it, the dagger pierced the man's head without hesitation. The heart, did not forget to turn around in it.

Neat.

Disgustedly wiping the blood off his hands into the snow, Xia Yun reinstalled the mechanism of the dagger, and glanced around at the people he had beaten to the ground, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

A total of ten miscellaneous soldiers have delayed her for such a long time.

It would be an exaggeration to say that he was injured a little during the interrogation and affected his actions.

The most important thing is that this group of people seem to feel no pain at all, wooden people, neither pain nor screaming.

It gave her an extreme sense of familiarity—Xia Yun was sure that she had seen such a similar person before.

Joanne Moon.

Qiao Anyue after drinking Mengpo soup.

Can't cry, can't laugh, the whole person exudes a frightening coldness, closes himself from thousands of people, and never opens his heart to others.A dead warrior who exists only to kill and obey orders.

Xia Yun secretly guessed—could Gao Shiyuan also get involved in this matter?

It's not surprising if you think about it this way, Gao Shiyuan was originally a dog under Lu Kun, and it's not a bad thing to contribute the dead men he cultivated with all his heart.

But the only thing Xia Yun cared about was that Yue'er also talked a lot about the Gao family before.Although Gao Shiyuan is slavish, he has a lot of thoughts and means.Even if he was working under Zhang Jiwen, he only wanted to be in the top position. The dead soldiers he cultivated could not obey anyone else except himself.

Including Lu Kun.

What's more, it can be inferred from the previous news that the small force that Fan Da brought out at this moment—if all of them are such dead soldiers—then the number is as many as a hundred!

Such a huge number of elites, not to mention that Gao Shiyuan has no resources and means to cultivate them in such a short period of time, even if they are cultivated, he will never let so many people go out and lend them to Lu Kun for use without secretly Place your own manpower.

This is not Gao Shiyuan's style at all.

And Fan Da can already confirm that it is a force that directly belongs to Lu Kun, and it is absolutely impossible for Gao Shiyuan to instigate or interfere in the middle.

That being the case... so many people... Could it be that they are all Lu Kun's people?

If it's really Lu Kun, where did he get the means to make so many people willingly serve him?

Xia Yun only felt pain in her head, and she forced herself to focus on her eyes.

Holding a handful of ice and snow to calm himself down, he turned his attention back to the almost completely fallen Llanada Palace in front of him.

Xia Yun stepped on the wind-chasing steps and easily touched the front of the Lanlada Palace. Unexpectedly, there was not even a ghost in the heavily guarded palace at the moment.

She squatted down, carefully poked the lava outside with the weapons used by the dead soldiers, and found that the iron weapons were quickly melted.

...the lava encloses the entire Llanada in a circle in the wide groove of the wrist.

An inexplicable singing came from Keshan not far away.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of people singing in a chorus, and the human voice almost covered the accompaniment of the instruments. The peaceful voice had the power to cleanse people's hearts in such a holy place.

Xia Yun had never attended a Qigejiao worship service before, and although she didn't know what it was about, this situation still allowed her to connect with some things she was more familiar with.

For example, practice.

She clearly remembered that when she was a child, whenever there was an important event at home, Taoist priests or wizards would be invited to the yard of the house to draw some ghostly symbols in a mysterious way, and then the Taoist priests would say something plausibly.

In short, it is right to make people feel sacred and inviolable.

This situation is exactly the same.

"...Eh, no..."

When Xia Yun's thoughts were racing, he used the iron tools he picked up casually to test the circle of lava and those grooves that would not be melted by the lava.

Knocking left and right to the end gave her a sense of familiarity.

"This seems to be... the reef on the island?"

Xia Yun frowned, carefully staring at the lines outside the grooves, and finally nodded with certainty——Cheng Zhe asked her to help when he was beating and beating on the island to build weapons for their group. It was found that some special reefs could not be cracked no matter whether they were chiseled with high temperature or iron tools. In the end, they used all kinds of strange things on the island to refine those reefs into raw materials for making swords.

So impressed.

At this moment, a roar came from Xia Yun's ear.

She took a few steps back with two swords in a hurry, and saw a bunch of bright flames jumping up inside the open gate of the Lanlada Palace in front of her!

They licked the entire inner side of the hall in sequence, and after a while, raging flames jumped out of the window and shot straight into the sky!

The hall is about to collapse!

There was only one thought left in Xia Yun's mind, and she turned back and ran to the entrance of Keshan without saying a word.

Fire... Lava... Purgatory... The Dead...

At this moment, Xia Yun can only associate these clues with one result——

Pope Pula XV wanted to set fire to burn the entire Keshan!

but--

why!

Why did Qigejiao adopt such an approach of burning stones together?

There is no reason!There is no reason!

Xia Yun was very anxious, and his mind was full of Qiao Anyue, who was most likely staying in Keshan... No, if it was true, if it was true to her previous guess, it was very likely that he was there to find Cheng Zhe on the first day of junior high school, and Cheng Zhe was really there. If it is there, Yuan Hua is bound to be involved.

Even though it was a snowy night, Xia Yun felt that his palms were densely covered with sweat.

An orange-red flame was reflected from the entrance of Keshan cave in front of my eyes.

Xia Yun will run to the entrance of Keshan Cave, and the singing stops abruptly!

The majestic voice of King Pula XV clearly floated out from the cave, and went straight into Xia Yun's ears——

"Then, next, please keep your eyes wide open, and witness the blooming of the sacred object of my teaching—the chess grid!"

Xia Yun.

Hurry up.

Fan Da's voice resounded in Xia Yun's mind again.

There are no guards at the gate.

Xia Yun easily broke into the ceremony scene.

In front of her eyes, Pope Pula XV was taking out three beads from his arms—it was the same bead string that was torn off in the chess tent in the Suhratai Camp!

He slightly twisted one of the beads, and a white round object rolled in his palm.

Xia Yun clearly saw that it was a flower bud.

White buds.

Qiao Anyue's observing pupils shrank suddenly!

——Why did Xia Yun appear there?

——No, this is... Not only has she seen this thing, she has even used it.

"The ends of the earth."

Cheng Zhe's voice was a little trembling, even with a hint of relief, "Sure enough, it's the ends of the earth..."

At this moment, inside the Shen Yuan Pavilion.

Under the light of the oil lamp, He Lianqiu calmly dried the last written letter.

She glanced at the cold herbs on the table, her eyes filled with smiles.

Pick it up and drink it.

Quietly squeezed the fleshy hands of the two dumplings, and then lay flat on the bed.

"Madam?" Wan'er knocked on the door lightly outside the house, "Madam? Have you taken the medicine yet? If you don't open the door, Wan'er will come in without authorization."

There was no response, so I opened the door.

"...So she fell asleep..." Wan'er looked at He Lianqiu's peaceful sleeping face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Going in lightly and picking up the medicine bowl, Wan'er "accidentally" caught a glimpse of the letter paper laid out on the table—it was not sealed, as if it was intended for people to see.

Her hand froze, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground with a thud, splitting into two pieces.

The sound woke up the two dumplings who had just fallen asleep, and there was a burst of crying.But he couldn't wake Helian Qiu who was sleeping.

Wan'er opened her mouth and found herself speechless.

The vision quickly blurred into one piece, and the delicate handwriting on the letter paper was the same as before, and it read:

"You are going to the end of the world, and I am at the end of the world. Tonight and any evening, I would like to be with you. I miss you so much, and I have no expectation of returning. I can't wait, and you forget about it."

"Chess...is about to bloom."

Prashi's low voice brought Xia Yun's shocked thoughts back to reality.

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Suddenly I feel inexplicably that Secondary 2333 knows why Tianya Haijiao is called this name!Already waiting here!

I wrote the poem blindly... there is no rhyme or anything... just look at it like that hehehe

Helian: Hey, I didn't expect that I would hang on for so long with my last breath, and it's finally finished.

Cheng Zhe: What should I do? Suddenly, I really want to wrap up, so that I can take my wife and children out for a while.

First day:? ? ?So why do I, who has already finished filming, stay on the set to watch these two show their affection?

Author (with a smile on his face): All right, all right, Helian is going to get the boxed lunch, and we'll go on to the scene.

(Just came back from outside with takeaway) Xia Yun (throwing a bag of things at the author): Hey, there is a courier here, remember to check it!

Author (continuing to smile, look around, remain graceful): Are there enough weapons on set?Shall I continue to sponsor some blades?

[The inner drama of the author of the drama: Even if you don’t send me the blade, I will insist on finishing the small theater

[On an actor's self-cultivation:)