salted fish soaring

The chessboard battle is in full swing, and black and white pieces are indistinguishable.

The black pieces form a tidal wave, setting off turbulent waves, and the white pieces are like mud bulls sinking into the sea, unable to be free.

When Song Qianji broke free from the illusion and landed a piece, the white chess broke through the black tide like a dragon sailing out to sea.

One son decides the universe.

Wuxiang was stunned: "How could this be? You..."

"As I said before, I am good at turning things around." Song Qianji said.

One day in the mountains, thousands of years in the world.Seeing the chess is fascinated, the ax and the Ke are exhausted.

Song Qianji entered the illusion of the chessboard, thinking that it only took a few words.

However, on the cliff, the sun sets and the moon rises, day and night alternate, and three days pass by in a flash.

A full moon jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds.

The faint starlight brushes over the vicissitudes of the dead wood chessboard, like a layer of rippling water waves.

On the night of the full moon, the night wind is rustling, blowing down the bodhi leaves all over the tree.

Wuxiang stared at Song Qianji: "This chessboard is called 'Sea of ​​Bitterness', you haven't chopped it, how can you break free? Did you see nothing but the vegetable garden?"

Maliciousness in the world is like a sea that covers the sky, boundless.Chess players fall into it, see all kinds of suffering, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment, they will only sink deeper and deeper, and their minds will be shaken.

Only by destroying the chessboard can the illusion be broken.

But Song Qianji didn't draw out his sword, and the chessboard was intact.

"No, I've seen it all."

He saw that outside the secret realm, Huawei Sect Xuyun came out of the customs, full of ambition, ready to fight.Invitations flew like snowflakes to the hands of the various sects and aristocratic families in Tianxi Continent. The monks sharpened their swords and vowed to occupy the rich Qianqu.

Seeing the fall of Xianyinmen Qinxian, Wang Shu made a fuss, and Jiang Yun died, He Qingqing took Qin and left, vowing revenge.

I saw the monks frantically digging for the roots of the supernatural tree, plundering the spiritual energy of the world, and turning the fertile soil of the world into red ground.

And the countless wars and killings, blood and fire that have taken place.Tens of millions of people come and go for profit, bustling and bustling, never ending.

Hurry up.Hurry up.

Compete for crossing.Compete for crossing.

Have you ever been very tired of life and the world, overwhelmed by greed, fear, anger and remorse, and powerless, feeling hopeless in doing anything, as if floating in the boundless dead sea.

"Sea of ​​Bitterness" is such a terrifying magic weapon for killing the mind.

"I only have a shadowless sword on me, and it really can't cut through the 'sea of ​​bitterness'. But I brought this."

Song Qianji took something out of his bosom.

The thing was wrapped in red silk, only the size of a palm, and it was slightly hot in the hand, like a hand stove.

Wu Xiang didn't dare to act rashly: "Xian Jianchen gave it to you? What magic weapon?"

The magic weapon should be packed in the storage bag, why carry it close to the body.

"It's not a magic weapon." Song Qianji said, "I bought it from a mortal in Qianqufang before I entered the secret realm. I didn't want to buy it at first..."

Wu Xiang obviously didn't believe it. He closed his eyes and tapped his eyebrows: "Open!"

Just like seeing Song Qianji in Qianqu for the first time, he opened his eyes again, determined to see the origin of this thing clearly.

"Don't look." The moment Song Qianji uncovered the red silk, Wu Xiang opened his eyes.

The golden light was blazing, like thousands of swords, piercing straight into the eyes!

"Ah—" Wuxiang let out a miserable cry, and shed two lines of blood and tears.

"Hey, don't look at it." Song Qianji regretted, "It seems that I am not kind to let you plant a tree twice."

That thing was actually just a wooden statue, carved into the shape of a doll, exquisitely crafted and lifelike.

The warm golden light emanates from it.

"What is this?!" Wu Xiang couldn't see, describing it as miserable.

Song Qianji was not in Qianqu, so how could there be such a strong golden light for body protection?

Song Qianji said, "It's me."

There are no temples or golden statues of fairy officials in Qianqu County, and tens of thousands of people quietly offer incense to worship small clay puppets or puppets.

Pious homemade fireworks, accumulated day and night, are better than [-] unwilling temple rituals.

After Tulongzhen, Huachun Mountain, and Qijueqin, Song Qianji still has a hole card, which is the nostalgia and blessings of thousands of people in the mundane world.

May the strength be like a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

Fight the misery of the world with kindness in the world, flowers bloom on the battlefield, the red land turns into green hills, and the raging sea of ​​fire turns into golden waves of wheat.

Song Qianji touched the puppet's head, rewrapped it, and put it in his arms.

Wuxiang breathed calmly, and the painful expression disappeared, as if he was not the one who was blinded.

"Song Qianji, everything you see is true, and everything I say is true. Don't you believe that I have a superstar tree that can open up a new world?"

"Well, I believe it."

"You don't believe that I really want to cooperate with you and make you the only monk in the new world?"

"I believe it too."

"In that case, what else is wrong?"

Song Qianji said strangely: "I was originally a farmer. You made me a god, what about my land? And my friends?"

Wu Xiang felt that this question was inexplicable and childish.

"After the new world is created, you can plant as much land as you want. Ten or one hundred Qianqu counties are yours. When the old world is destroyed, there will be people born in the new world, and you will have new followers , more faithfully than these people treat you now.”

Song Qianji shook his head: "But that's not my land."

"what?"

"Only the land that I have turned over, watered, and planted seeds, and walked inch by inch, is my land."

The full moon is gradually rising and is hanging in the sky.

Song Qianji stood up and looked at the moon in the sky: "The one who has dealt with me, chatted with me, and written letters is my friend. Unfortunately, you don't understand."

"laugh!"

Before he finished speaking, the Wuying Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and pierced through the body of the young man in white.

Song Qianji stabbed out with a sword, so fast that there was no shadow of the sword.

Wuxiang fell backwards and sat under the bodhi tree.

"Clap."

The dark red blood splashed, sprinkled on the dead wood chessboard, and penetrated into it.

The dead wood sprouted in an instant, and a small crimson flower bloomed.

The flowers are fresh and bright, still with night dew, laughing at the spring breeze alone.

Song Qianji gave a soft cry, stretched out his hand to pick off the peach blossoms, and pinned the flowers on his front like Xian Jianchen.

His voice also became indifferent:

"I have no big ambitions in this life. I don't care about the beautiful new world you break and build. I only care about my land and friends. Whoever wants to destroy my land, I will kill him."

Blood was flowing from the wound on Wuxiang's chest, and he even laughed angrily: "It seems that we can't cooperate. It's a pity, a pity..."

Song Qianji withdrew his sword: "The time I left you for two sentences is to tell you that your plan cannot be realized, and your last clone will still die in my hands like this."

"You, look, what's in the lake?" Wu Xiang waved his sleeves, and the night fog around him suddenly dissipated, like a curtain being lifted.

The water under the cliff is shining like a glass mirror.

Song Qianji glanced at it: "It's nothing more than the moon."

"'Old soul on the Sansheng Stone', when other people see this lake, they can contemplate the past and future, why do you only see the moon?" Wu Xiang stretched out his finger, as if to touch the full moon in the sky, "Because there is only the moon in the sky?"

As soon as the words fell, the vitality was cut off, and he died with his eyes open.

Song Qianji's heart skipped a beat: "Others?!"

A certain thought flashed by, he made a decisive decision, and Yujian jumped off the cliff.

The surface of the lake is as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but it seems to have a kind of attraction that wants to suck people into the lake.

Through the vast night fog, Song Qianji vaguely saw five figures!

They stood strangely on the surface of the lake, as if they were stepping on fragile glass, stiff and motionless.

The closest ones are Meng Heze and Ji Chen, He Qingqing is in the middle, and Wei Zhenyu and Miao Yan are close to the center of the lake.

How did these people get together?

Song Qianji landed on the lakeside with his sword: "Could it be 'I' who attracted them?"

He was still thinking just now, what would the last avatar look like if he had been a phaseless man, woman, old or young?

It turned out to be himself.

"Little Meng!" Song Qianji yelled, shaking Meng Heze's arm lightly.

Meng Heze turned a deaf ear and stared straight at the lake.

Song Qianji cursed and woke up the real person Huawei in the wheat field: "What happened to you last time, how long did it take you to regain your soul?"