On the other side of the mountains, the hills turned into plains. In the distance of the deep pool, there is only a mess of sandbanks.
It seems to be forever shrouded in haze, the sky alternates between black and dark gray, as if I am so lonely that I have forgotten the color.
There are few people and the water birds are singing.
Rain seems to be the main tone here.
The misty rain is vast and the water is vast. There are layers of mist, and apart from the constant patter of rain, it seems difficult to image.
There are occasional villages, but they are just one or two isolated thatched houses. Fine raindrops dripped down the thatch, and the old boats on the shore creaked and whined in the wind.
The black water is bottomless. No one knows how far away from the sea it is, but the long-term wind and rain will turn this place into the sea.
A sea of misery that never sees the light of day and is always accompanied by thick clouds.
In the depths of the sea of suffering, there are few people. The sandbanks are all small and pitiful, and it is not easy to even park a bird.
And where the waters are surrounded, a dark stone castle stands silently.
Isolated from the world, no one knows that the hidden power of the Tetsuji Department is actually buried deep here.
This is another hidden card played by the film owner.
The envoys of the flags and flags are heard clearly.
Inside the dark fortress are equally cold stone walls. Xiwei's candles hold lamps, and all military forces are in order.
This elite team is by no means an ordinary force rampant from outside. They are the spears cultivated by the Shadow Master. Once they attack, they will surely sweep away thousands of armies.
From the cracks in the stone wall, there was the sound of rainwater seeping through.
At the end of the secret passage, two thin figures were playing chess silently under a dim lampstand.
It took a long time before the sound of a move echoed, and the sound of the carved stone chess pieces and chess scales was clear and crisp, like the cry of an oriole.
Black and white twins, each has his or her own situation. Both of them can be said to be good players at the game, and they are clever and unprovoked every step of the way.
The light was dim, and one person among them was clearly a poinsettia.
And his opponent was none other than Che Di Wensheng.
The two of them frowned, both looking attentively. With the reverberation of each piece, the situation on the chess scale already contains many clues and changes in various ways.
Gloomy wind blew slowly in from the cracks in the rocks, stained with moist and cool water vapor.
Chechi Wensheng showed no scorn or arrogance at all. Facing the poinsettia, there was only a cold look on his face.
On the other hand, the poinsettia also showed no humiliation at all, it was as plain as water and had no fluctuation at all.
The two of them were relatively silent, like hermits isolated from the world in the narrow stone room.
After an unknown amount of time, the chess game was over.
It's not because of who wins or who loses, but because the hanging candles extinguished the dim light prematurely.
There was chaos-like darkness in the stone chamber. The two of them sat in silence, as if they still hadn't finished the game.
After a while, a dull voice came from the empty stone wall:
"This game is pretty good."
Then came Poinsettia's answer:
"Mysterious tricks are cleverly changed, and I am worthy of being the mysterious sage in chess."
Te Wen Sheng's identity, in addition to being the current Che Ji Qi Envoy, was also a giant in the chess world back then. He just escaped from the world hundreds of years ago, and now few people know about it.
Playing chess is like setting up a formation. Poinsettia looked at Chechi Wensheng in the dark and knew what impact it would have on the current situation if he came out of seclusion one day.
"The art of chess has declined and is no longer what it once was."
After a long silence, Chedi said quietly after hearing the sound.
Poinsettia also had an understanding of the earlier Toruchi hearing sound. It is said that he studied under a prodigal chess player and later became a leader in the chess world.
Later...he quietly retreated into hiding. Poinsettia speculated that he joined Jiuche Xiaoying at that time and began planning for today's world-ending plan.
I just don’t know why, but now that the outside world is ablaze with heroes, as such an important figure, he has remained hidden.
Poinsettia never jumps to inferences easily. But based on the situation these days, he felt more and more that the Cheqi Envoy in front of him seemed to be tired of his identity.
For example...he could have killed himself, but he didn't choose that way.
Poinsettia rubbed her temples. The current situation is unclear and the possibility of taking a long-term view cannot be ruled out. He must deal with it carefully.
Chechi heard the sound and sat across from him, seemingly not thinking about anything. After a moment, he slowly said: "Go back."
Poinsettia slowly raised her body and walked towards the corridor outside.
He suddenly looked back at Chechi Wensheng, only to find that he was still sitting there.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" he asked casually.
In the darkness without any light, Chechi heard the sound and shook his head silently.
Poinsettia then walked back alone. The road was deserted. Walking all the way back, the only sound that trembled slightly on the stone walls on both sides was his footsteps.
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A few days later, Fu Yunge followed the instructions, climbed over mountains and ridges, and finally arrived at the rumored Heishuiyuan.
Stretching from the last point of the flat land, the front was deserted and dark, filled with waterways. It looked like a faded prison, with an eerie silence.
It's endless as far as the eye can see, and I don't know where the other end of the water and fog is. The cool rain came towards him and immediately soaked his sleeves.
There are some broken wooden boats lying on the shore, and some of them are leaking from the bottom. No one knows who left it behind, and it may be the last gift from the Blackwater Plain to the visitor.
Fu Yunge walked around the broken boats and found one that looked relatively stable and was covered with a tattered tarpaulin.
That's it. Fu Yunge thought to himself, then stepped on the boat, pushed aside the pennant, and a stream of clear ripples spread out.
There was even a furnace lamp for lighting inside. Fu Yunge stepped on the squeaking wooden board and leaned over, lighting up tremblingly.
Suddenly, star-like dim yellow light flickered in the boundless mist and rain curtain.
The boat swayed leisurely, carrying a lonely person, and slowly sailed towards the depths of the black water.
