Chechi heard the sound and before he knew it, he had returned to his dark room.
The sound of rain still fell silently in his ears, gently knocking at his chaotic heart.
"The shadow of the lonely chess player..." He read the name of the strange chess player in his memory, his eyes filled with guilt and tenderness.
Then, after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, but his voice contained a bit of gnashing hatred, like an angry lion roaring: "Ghosts roaring into the abyss... you won't get what you want."
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Beyond the Heavenly Pillar in the lower realm, the Qiongtian Palace, which had completely collapsed in the past, finally stood majestically and upright again after days of reconstruction.
Although everything is simple, the momentum of Qiongtian Temple is still not inferior to that of the past. A few days ago, Jue Tongjun and others could only temporarily move into Qingya Academy, but they were finally able to return. Looking at the towering eaves, they were still in a good mood.
"My hands and feet are very fast. It seems that Qiongtian Palace is really not short of money."
Subiezhi, who was almost recovered, was wearing a coat, following Jue Tongjun, standing in the distance looking at the completed hall.
That day, he had a head-on confrontation with Xi Zishi, whose strength had skyrocketed, and he was seriously injured. After recuperating for so many days, he finally recovered enough to be active and active. Jue Tongjun could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The troops of Qiongtian Palace outside could not be recalled to repair the house, but they still relied on the manpower of the three religions. Fortunately, it did not affect the war, and the front and back halls were built together.
"In this case, Qiongtian Temple will enter the world again." Jue Tongjun said with emotion.
"We have never been ashore before, so where does the word 're-entry' come from?" Subiezhi curled her lips, "But having said that, it's time for me to drag those weaklings who are still watching the show on the shore into the water."
Jue Tongjun turned his head and smiled faintly: "It would have been better if we had done this earlier, and you wouldn't have been beaten so miserably."
Subiezhi didn't expect to be choked by Jue Tongjun, and felt very unhappy.
"Can you blame me? They all said they had something to do at the time. They all had so much shit to do, and it seemed like I was just a idle person." He complained angrily.
The sun was shining down the hillside. Jue Tongjun squinted his eyes and looked at the afternoon light, keeping a slight smile on his lips.
"All my acquaintances are busy, and I feel like I won't be able to stay idle any longer." Suddenly, Subiezhi said again.
"When did you stop?" Jue Tongjun turned his cheek and glanced at him.
Subiezhi felt uncomfortable for a while, and turned his neck as if itching: "Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you. The reason why your rear area is stable is not because I have always been in charge."
Jue Tongjun originally wanted to ridicule him for being injured and bedridden a while ago, and the word "sitting" was inappropriate, but after thinking about it, he felt it was a bit too much, so he did not reply to his words.
But it is indeed true now. The two masters of the three religions have left, and most of the troops have been transferred far away. Although everything is safe now, precautions cannot be neglected.
The two of them had seen enough of the distant view, so they slowly walked over there.
The grass is still free in spring and autumn, stretching the waist lushly. It was as if the sense of urgency from the previous days had never existed, and everything was at ease.
During the days when the two of them were recovering from their injuries, most of the arrangements were handled by Dongfang Shiming of the Wine Alliance. He should still be planning intensive arrangements now, and there is no need for the two of them to interfere.
Furthermore, I think back to what little gains the two of them left behind despite risking their lives that night.
The corner of the meteorite iron that was cut off that night had been secretly discussed by everyone and handed over to Shengping Tianshen to make a weapon. The extra bits and pieces of the craftsman had already been sent back, but Poinsettia asked him to take them away.
Subiezhi was not unaware of his thoughts. And that's exactly what he meant.
"Since there is no notice from Dongfang Shiming at the moment, you can stay here honestly for a while."
Jue Tongjun's words were calm. He gently sidestepped a cricket that he was about to step on in front of him. Its shell was shining.
Subiezhi said "Huh", even though he felt that he wouldn't have many days to stay here safely.
The two of them walked in tandem through the grass on the hillside and walked toward the majestic hall with a relaxed expression.
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And in the core of the battle, which is so far away, in the mountains outside Zhaosui Mingbang, the two days planned by Gongsun Tan and others have arrived.
It was still the fifth watch of the morning dew, and Fu Yunge and others in the military camp were already looking forward to it.
Gongsun Tan stood alone on the top of the mountain, overlooking the hundreds of peaks immersed in the dark night.
The wind was howling, and he waited for the planned signal through the confusing and overlapping mountains and forest waves.
Fu Yunge was a little anxious waiting below, so he asked Lang Chenyan and others to wait below while he went up the mountain to take a look.
The hill the military camp rests on is not high and not very steep. Fu Yunge recovered, and after a while he learned some magic skills and arrived at the top of the mountain where Gongsun Tan was.
At the far end of the sky, the dawn of dawn is still brewing in chaos. Only a thin ray of light spread out on the horizon, unable to illuminate the stars in the dark night. The mountain looked like an array of giants.
Fu Yunge took a deep breath and walked behind Gongsun Tan.
"What are you looking at?" He lowered his voice so as not to scare Gongsun Tan, who was lost in thought.
When Gongsun Tan heard the voice, he slowly turned around and said, "There is not much time left. Since you are here, please allow me to hide it and let's watch together."
Fu Yunge frowned, then followed Gongsun Tan's gaze and looked into the distance.
The dark forest undulates like waves from time to time with the sound of crinkling wind. Sometimes it sticks to the outline of the mountain shape, and sometimes it rises high, as if it is angry.
Although the momentum was majestic and clumsy, Fu Yunge knew that this was not what Gongsun Tan was looking at.
Just as he continued to pay attention, he suddenly heard Gongsun Tan beside him whisper: "It seems that he is here."
After hearing this, Fu Yunge immediately looked back. Suddenly, I was shocked to see a cinnabar-colored light spot spinning upwards among the deep black trees, fluttering like thousands of butterflies gathering.
The strange scene came into view, and Fu Yunge suddenly felt familiar.
I saw that the dark red whirlwind did not stop immediately, and also shook the surrounding treetops. It seemed that he could hear the sound of wind coming from there. After he carefully identified it, he finally said in surprise:
"It's...Master!"
Then, the gentle whirlwind gradually dispersed. The red light in the dark night disappeared, and the sound of the wind stopped, as if nothing had happened.
Gongsun Tan saw the falling plum blossoms hanging in the wind, colorless, and then turned his head and walked down.
Fu Yunge still had some unfinished ideas, but he was even more looking forward to meeting his master. After taking one last look at the peaceful forest in the distance, he quickly followed Gongsun Tan down the mountain.
After the two returned, Poinsettia arrived almost at the same time. Fu Yunge quickly stepped forward to greet him, as if it had been three autumns.
Of course he had a lot to say to Master. But now is not the time to talk about those experiences. Master must have something important to do when he comes, and the first priority is to defeat the omen and the Ming Dynasty.
