I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

  Chapter 721 "The Peak of Words and Justice" (4K)

This is an ancient town.

-"Uk".

Wuke is located in the basin, surrounded by mountains.

The branch rivers that flow from the Euphrates and Tigris rivers pass through the town and merge into a small lake.

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

The locals with sallow skin have hollow eyes and indifferent faces.

They are in ragged clothes, lying, sitting, or sleeping, on the side of the road, on the roof, on the bank of the river.

There are more people hiding in the shadows that can bring them a sense of security.

In the past,

There was a boring geographical scholar to discuss the reasons for the formation of the Wuke town basin.

Some people say that after the bottom crust changes, the ground where the entire town is located sinks;

Some people say that there is a rich underground river system below the town, which is tired after the day. , Moisten things 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 crater here.

The specific reasons are not studied.

After all, this is just a poor town that no one cares about.

Who cares how the basin is formed?

After the national summon,

This small town also experienced the baptism of riots.

After being plundered by the veterans, the place was devastated, leaving only a mess.

"This is human."

On this day,

A man with silver white hair passed by here.

He is wearing a clean white robe with delicate lace. Under the robe, there is a dark and supple inner lining, and a pair of thick round-toed leather boots are walking under the feet. The man walks on the road with a smile on his face. It feels like the wind blowing on the grassland, elusive, but it is hard to feel bad.

"Excuse me, do you want to buy rare-level items? As long as, as long as 300 points is fine!"

When a white-haired man passed by, there was a dry blood stain on his clothes The woman who hobbled up, selling rare-level props to men.

She lowered her voice, and she dared to see that the man was well-dressed.

Otherwise, the rare-level props can exchange a lot of food at the gathering place next door for the seniors. Under normal circumstances, she would 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 and moved closer, with a smaller voice: "I am very skilled, 200 points are fine. Please, please, please, I'm so hungry . Even... I can."

"Aiya, what a headache."

The white-haired man smirked and rubbed his hair: "I am not yours. Well. And, I'm sorry to have tarnished your determination, I don't like women."

The local woman who sells [rare level] props, hearing this, has a startled expression.

She looked at the man's face, with flawless features, and a gentle smile. She would be willing to change to a peaceful age, even if she was inverted. However, such a perfect man actually doesn't like women... Hiss, it's a pity.

"Shhh."

The white-haired man put his white index finger on his lips. He turned his head and looked around, and saw that there were many beginning to stir in the dark. Looking at this place, he could only sigh helplessly, took out a package from his arms, and took out a dry bread from the package.

"Let's eat."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but still took the bread and started to gnaw.

After a while, I finished the bread.

When she lifted the head unsuccessfully, the windy man, I don't know when, has long since disappeared.

……

After doing an insignificant little thing.

The white-haired man came to a church.

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

In a corner of the church, near the wall, a space was deliberately vacated. There, neat and tidy laid out seven or eight bodies. There are various wounds on each corpse. Some corpses are already cold, and some still have several points of warmth, seeming to 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 put in an upright posture, facing up to the sky, with their eyes closed. Their hands, with their fingers crossed, were closed to their chests, which seemed to be a prayer posture.

On the chest of each corpse, there is a bright little 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 a black priest costume, turned his back to the open church door and bowed his head in prayer.

When the white-haired man stepped into the church, the young priest gave a light sigh and put on a ring: "Excuse me, you are here to pray...Huh? Lord Great Sage?"

The young priest turned his head and stared, the round eyes on the bridge of his nose crooked to one side.

Ten minutes later.

The young priest moved two clean stools in front of Divine Idol, a woman with only half of her body left in the church and her upper body collapsed. He moved another table and sat with the white-haired man.

On the expression of the young priest, he was awkward and twisted slightly on the stool, seeming to be a little uncomfortable.

"Master Great Sage..."

After an awkward silence, the young priest plucked up the courage to lift the head, and when he was about to break the silence, the white-haired man smiled sharply. The gentle smile is like a spring breeze. He magically took out a box of chess from his robe.

"Shhh, don't talk," the white-haired man blinked with a smile: "Let's have a game of chess!"

The young priest was stunned.

But after a while,

they still played chess.

At first, the young priest is still somewhat restrained.

The white-haired man’s offensive is very methodical, calm, and feels like boiling a frog in warm water.

It happened to be this kind of chess style. While playing, the young priest looked at his empty camp and was besieged by the shiver coldly "Queen" among a group of soldiers and horses, stunned.

"Come again."

The white-haired man smiled slightly, looking very happy, and it's another game.

The second game.

The young priest came to have a temper, and his chess moves were gradually revealing and murderous-looking.

As for the white-haired man, he still responded calmly.

Take a few minutes.

The young priest found that his "delicate queen" was surrounded again.

No more.

He feels that he loses unfathomable mystery.

But I am convinced.

"You deserve to be Great Sage."

The young priest didn't want to play.

"Come again."

The white-haired man seemed to be addicted to playing, rolled up his sleeves, and took the initiative to re-set the chess on the messy board.

"Master Great Sage, you are..."

"Xiaozheng Boy~ Ah, ten years ago, we have become separated between you and me."

"Yes, teacher."

The young priest, whose real name is "Yanfeng Justice", and his nickname is "Xiaozheng".

With the familiar tone of the white-haired man, Yan Feng just bowed his head, and quickly succumbed to the majesty of the white-haired youth, and changed his name obediently.

But his face, obviously, looks a little bit happy.

The two chatted freely.

The third round has begun.

"Xiaozheng Boy, I haven't seen you in ten years, you've grown up."

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

"Yes, "The white-haired man sighed, took a move at random, then touched his face, and said seriously: "In my long life, this handsome face is my only worry."

Yan Feng is fair: "..."

He played chess silently, trying to change his style of play.

Snake-shaped position, false and true, hard to distinguish between true and false... Well, Yanfeng Justice lost even faster in this round. Yanfeng Justice suddenly recalled that in the boring days of the moving mountain in the wandering sea ten years ago, he was held on and held by the teacher and killed thousands of times.

Yan Feng just started the fourth game.

While down, he couldn't help but speak again: "teacher, long time no see."

"Yes, it's been ten years."

The white-haired man Wen Tun Tun played chess, said with a smile.

"You are here today because of..."

"Play chess, oh, Xiaozheng, you don't know, no one wants to accompany me in that lifeless place Play chess."

It's strange if someone is willing to accompany you.

Yanfeng Justice secretly complained in his heart.

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

"Do you know why you lost?"

The white-haired man asked with a smile.

"Because the teacher technology is very good."

Yanfeng answered obediently and honestly.

"No, I'm not really strong." As he said, a fair "horse" of Yanfeng broke the halberd and settled in the sand, and the legs of the horse were interrupted, and he retired from the battlefield sadly.

Yanfeng Justice: "..."

"Most human beings only like to look at the'now', but I like to look at the'now','past', ' Future'."

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

Yan Feng just raised his head and glanced at the white-haired man, some Can't stretch it anymore.

"You don't understand," the white-haired man said with a smile: "What is the past, what is the present, and what is the future? When you really understand it, you will find out what you have done in the past and present The future is 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."

Yan Feng is fair: "..."

"How is the past ten years?"

Bai Fat man, did not continue to delve into this topic.

Still playing chess is interesting.

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

Yanfeng listened impartially, and was silent for a while, until the chessboard was empty again, before he answered: "Generally, teacher."

"Hey, you really Still blaming me."

The white-haired man twitched his lips.

"Don't dare, teacher." Yan Feng just took a deep breath: "There is a dirty bloodline flowing in my body. I inherited the despicable surname, and the teacher can accept me as a dísciple. Just really Very happy. After all, the teacher, but what about the'Great Sage'."

"Do you know why, ten years ago, I and you will meet again at this moment, this place?" The white-haired man Ask.

"dísciple is very curious."

"Everything in the world has a pattern. Just like that sentence, each of us is in a mystery without knowing it. Ten Years ago, you were expelled from the sea of ​​hesitation for the reason of'cheating in chess' by me, and sent to the church in this barren land, as a little pastor. Do you know the reason? "

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

"No," the white-haired man said with a smile: "Everyone exists for a reason. Words are fair, remember that you and me are both part of the mystery."

Then,

When Feng Gongyi was distracted, he lost another game.

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

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

And he still doesn't understand.

But he missed this feeling very much.

When Yanfeng Gongyi was young, because of the surname "Yanfeng", his eyes were sorely affected.

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

Therefore, Yan Feng is fair, and can't wait to change his name.

Then, the teacher named him a name.

-"Speaking Peak Justice".

He came here ten years ago, with faith in his heart, and quietly studying the "miracle" of the church.

The teacher later wrote quietly, saying that everything has a reason, and he will understand it someday.

However, ten years later, Yanfeng Justice is still confused, and he doesn't understand why he was expelled from the sea of ​​hesitation by the teacher in the first place.

But he believed what the teacher said.

Because, his teacher is a character who has lived for an unknown period of time-Great Sage in the hesitation sea, like a mystery.

Someone in the wandering sea once suspected that Great Sage might have the genes of ancient fantasy creatures in its body, so it could survive that long.

To put it simply... he is not a human being.

That's why he can live to the present.

In the world, few people know the name of Great Sage.

It just so happens that Yanfeng Justice is one of the people who knows the name of Great Sage.

That was when Yanfeng Justice was still young, and he was so miserably abused on the chessboard that he couldn't help crying. The teacher quietly told him to comfort Yanfeng Justice.

Great Sage watched Yan Feng just start to play chess in silence. He gently pressed Yan Feng's hand to stop his movement. He took out a pocket watch and glanced at it, and exaggeratedly sighed: "Aiya, time is too late for another round." Yan Feng looked at his teacher in a fair and stare manner.

"Here, I will give it to you."

Great Sage handed a handmade doll to Yanfeng Justice.

Yanfeng took a fair look. The doll was similar to his own. He was wearing a black priest's clothes, with a cross on his neck, short brown hair, and an old-fashioned round frame on the bridge of his nose. Glasses. The overall style of the doll is slightly cartoonish, and it looks a bit cute and cute.

"teacher, is this?" Yan Feng was just suspicious.

I haven't seen you in ten years, come here?

"Gift," Great Sage said with a smile: "Actually, it should be a reward. Do things for the teacher."

"I know." Yan Feng just He bowed his head and muttered to himself, but cautiously put the doll next to his body and hid it, but he did not refuse, and asked: "teacher, what's the matter?"

"I'm late Click to tell you." Great Sage got up, patted the clean white robe, there is actually no dust, he walked out the door step by step. The gentle sunlight fell on Great Sage's body, making him the incarnation of light, making Yan Feng just stare at the figure from behind, almost giving birth to an impulse to worship in his heart.

"By the way, my other dísciple will come here later to help you accomplish one thing. She is a beauty."

"Okay, teacher." Yan Feng just lowered his head, didn't ask much, and didn't have much interest.

"The weather is really good today." Great Sage lifts the head at a forty-five degree angle, looking up at the sky. He stretched his white fingers in front of him, and the sunlight passed through his fingers, casting a mottle on his face. At this moment, Great Sage was silent for a while, turning his back to Yanfeng Justice, and suddenly said: "Do you remember my name?"

"Remember, teacher." Yanfeng Justice said.

"Call it once, it's been a long time since I heard someone call my name."

"Good teacher."

"?"

"...Mei Lin."

Mei Lin walked out contentedly.

"Yanfeng is justice,"

Mei Lin suddenly sighed, facing the morning sun and back to Yanfeng justice, calling out his full name.

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)