Speaking of the poem "Where can I find a close friend at the end of the world?"
In fact, its source is in another place not far from here.
"Ding ding ding..."
High on the mountain, the water flows.
An old human man with an Eguan Bo belt and green clothes and long sleeves was sitting cross-legged on a rock playing the piano.
"Moo moo..."
Around him, more than a dozen tall, big-breasted, or big-muscled tauren were sitting in a circle. They were planning to go to the Mohist government city after being split into two on the battlefield at Blackwood Cliff. Those tauren!
Playing the lute to a cow is supposed to be a derogatory idiom, but when used here it obviously fits the situation very well.
Because these tauren did not launch attacks like those in the canyon. Instead, they shook their heads one by one, listened carefully to the piano, heard the beauty, and breathed out white air from time to time, matching the surrounding mountains and flowing water. It’s really a scene like a picture scroll.
"Gulu?"
However, this harmonious picture was soon broken.
"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...?"
A new alien race passed by here and made a sound like water bubbles from its mouth.
"Tauren, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going to attack the city with us? Are you deliberately lagging behind to take advantage?"
and transmit information through mental fluctuations.
It was an alien race called "Gulu". It looked similar to the creature of the same name in The Lord of the Rings. It held a bone spear in its hand and even wore some skinned human skulls as trophies and food reserves. !
"Gulu (is human)!"
Because of their short stature, it was not until Tao approached that the Gulu tribe discovered the old man in green who was playing the harp surrounded by the tauren.
In this "Legend Assessment", it is not without benefits for foreigners to participate in the battle.
As long as Dragon City is defeated, the fate of Dragon City will eventually be divided according to the contribution of the participating foreign races, and used to enhance the overall strength of its own race and civilization.
Therefore, the interior of the foreign race is not as monolithic as Longcheng originally thought.
Although "revenge" on Dragon City is still the primary goal, given the absolute advantage, competition between the two sides will inevitably arise.
"(Gulu, Gulu) kill that human and chop off his head for food!"
A Gulu clan member suddenly showed a ferocious look in his eyes, jumped on the ground, and rushed forward.
However, just when the Gulu tribe jumped over the tauren's head, pounced on the old man playing the piano, and swung the bone spear in his hand at his head, trying to harvest the head.
"Snapped!"
Its neck was suddenly grabbed by a hand with a half-hooves.
"Moo, moo!"
Each tauren's eyes turned blood red, and white air spewed out angrily from their mouths. They surrounded each Gollum. Then, mainly as the latter screamed, they trampled down with their thick hooves, turning it into a pile of meat. mud.
"Gulu, Gulu (damn tauren, what are you doing)?"
A bunch of Grunts had angry expressions on their faces. Who would have thought that the honest and honest tauren would stab his own accomplices in the back
"Moo, moo!"
But each of the tauren had red eyeballs like headlights. They turned their heads and stared at the Gulu tribe. They began to inhale from their mouths, and their bodies inflated as if they were inflated, and then they rushed directly to kill them!
Boya, the "Sage of the Piano", is a legendary figure and gifted person. He can transform the people who hear the sound of the piano into "bosom friends" and regard himself as the closest person.
Yes, Boya, not Yu Boya!
"Qin Sheng" Bo's name is Ya, but there is no word Yu.
"The surname is Yu Mingrui, the given name is Boya" is a fabrication in the novel by Feng Menglong, a novelist in the late Ming Dynasty.
Speaking of "Feng Menglong", this outstanding person with "legendary qualifications" actually had the opportunity to come to Dragon City, but was rejected by Ji Ye!
Because Feng Menglong, who was equivalent to an "online novel author" of that era, had a bad habit of using ancient celebrities as the protagonists in his novels and arranging many stories.
Changing the name of the Qin Sheng is just one of them. For the sake of "sales", he also made up a bunch of dark stories such as "Su Dongpo's concubine changed horses, Zhuangzi tried his wife, Wang Anshi was a beast", etc. However, many modern people do not have the ability to distinguish and put his Treat the novel as historical fact and scold these outstanding people!
For this reason, when Ji Ye used a certain sacrifice that might involve him to perform sacrifices, he even made a special request that "Feng Menglong and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng" should not come.
After all, for many ancients, fame and integrity are more important than mountains. Leaving a name in Qing history is the pursuit of countless people. If Feng Menglong really comes to the Dragon City stronghold, I am afraid that a large group of people will immediately line up to see him for a real-person PK!
Therefore, for the sake of the harmony of the stronghold atmosphere, it is better not to come to this guy for the time being.
"Gulu, Gulu (it's a question of sound)..."
The IQ of the Gulu tribe was obviously higher than that of the tauren, and they quickly realized that the problem was with the sound of the piano. So while fighting the tauren, they beat the drums made of human skulls in an attempt to wake up the tauren!
However, there was no sound at all.
[Bell]
Level: Extraordinary Level 6
Level: Legend
Explanation: It is one of the four legendary ancient harps. Its sound is as exciting as a bell, and the horn is blasting, deafening and deafening. Its sound can be heard for ten miles, suppressing the sound of all musical instruments within a certain range!
"Moo moo!"
The tauren and the Gulu tribe fought with each other, killing blood all over the place, and among the blood flowing everywhere, an old man from Eguan Bodai played the piano leisurely, and his simple clothes echoed in the mountains with flowing water. !
At the same time, higher up on the mountain, a cloud and mist covered several kilometers.
In the center of the fog, there are two trees, one is a jujube tree, and the other is a jujube tree.
There is a gray nineteen-lane stone chessboard under two jujube trees, and two people are sitting facing each other playing chess.
"Think of the seven dangers, point them to the nine palaces, travel to the eight extremes, and travel in all directions!"
On the right, a middle-aged man with light blue hair and wearing a sky blue fur cloak hummed softly and dropped a white piece on the chessboard.
"Snapped!"
At the same time as the chess pieces fell, the clouds and mist several kilometers in diameter around them began to stir violently as if they were being stimulated by something.
The person on the left is dressed in simple clothes, wearing a long-sleeved yellow coat without any fancy colors, and holds a black chess piece in his hand.
"Snapped!"
And when the man in yellow dropped the black chess piece on the chessboard, the white mist billowing around him seemed to be suppressed and became much sluggish.
"Chess friend, you came alone, Qing Qingjin, and fell into the Mist Clan's trick. Now you have become a puppet of the Mist Clan. Your chess skills are at most seven or eight points, how can you beat me?"
Looking up at the middle-aged man in blue across from him, the man in yellow spoke.
"With seven or eight points of chess strength, I may not be able to beat you."
"What's more, I don't have to beat you. I just need to play chess with you and consume your natural ability and luck. When the time comes, your 'Heaven and Earth chess game' will be broken by itself, and then they will help me defeat you." Tear into pieces.”
There was a faint layer of white mist in the eyes of the man in blue, and another white chess piece fell.
I saw black "ghost shadows" appearing one after another in the white mist surging around me. There are cyclops more than ten meters high, spiders with thirty-two legs, stone creatures that look like sculptures, and even human beings.
The Mist Tribe, a race that Dragon City is familiar with, can control other creatures and turn them into puppets.
The villain on the left side of the chess game named "Zong Heng Zi" and known as "Che Xie" was accidentally ambushed while going to kill the aliens.
At this time, it has been controlled by the Mist Clan, trying to break the blocking chess game set by the man in yellow!
"I'm just afraid they won't be able to get to me."
The man in yellow clothes spoke in his mouth, while in his hands he continued to make moves after thinking for a moment.
"Pa bang bang…"
As the moves of both sides accelerated, the black shadows also approached the chessboard one by one.
A Cyclops stretched out a hand as thick as a table and tried to kill the man in yellow who was playing chess. However, as it stretched its arm toward the chess game, wrinkles quickly appeared on its skin.
"Snapped!"
When the arm covered the man in yellow and patted him down, the entire arm was tempered like rotten wood and even rotted into a pile of dust.
But on the man in yellow, a translucent yellow dragon appeared, setting off a cloud of wind to move the dust away and prevent it from falling on the chessboard.
Not only the Cyclops, but also the other puppet creatures became slower and slower as they got closer to the chessboard, and their appearance rapidly aged, and even their hair withered in large areas.
You know, although the human beings swallowed by the fog have become puppets.
But in fact, it is still the most complete life activity, not an undead creature like the Soul Clan. Such rapid withering can only mean one thing. The chessboard or chess game in front of you has some extraordinary power to interfere with time!
[Lan Ke Chess Game]
Level: Extraordinary Level 6
Level: Legend
Description: 1. It can be slowed down to a certain time within a certain range.
2. The talented "Huang Longshi" has been given the innate ability "Heaven and Earth Chess Game". All players in the game cannot leave the area ten miles away from the chessboard until the game is over.
Huang Longshi, whose name is Qiu, whose courtesy name is Yuetian, and whose nickname is Longshi.
The national Go player, together with Fan Xiping and Shi Xiangxia, is known as the "Three Great Go Masters of the Qing Dynasty". He has an eclectic style of chess and left behind his famous game "Blood and Tears".
As both sides alternate moves, the chess game has gradually shown a trend of victory and defeat.
White has the upper hand step by step, and the churning fog has spread around Go, one step away from the two players!
"Haha, are you feeling uneasy because of them?"
Qi Xie landed another piece, building a big dragon with more than a quarter of the white pieces on the chessboard, and looked at Huang Longshi opposite with a sneer on his face.
In the fog, there are several puppet human figures approaching the chessboard, aging and decaying under the influence of time acceleration.
In order to save these people, Huang Longshi had to speed up his moves, so that there was a deviation in the layout. Although he entered the "long test" at this time, the situation was already difficult to recover.
"hold head high!"
It seemed that the victory was determined, and the fog swirling around him had even gathered together, forming a substantial "fog dragon" standing behind Huang Longshi with his mouth open, waiting to take a bite out of him the moment he lost. Swallow.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, another black chess piece fell from the hands of the man in yellow, who had been taking the exam for a long time.
The "big dragon" built by white was suddenly cut in half, and the outcome was in vain. Even because the game had reached the middle of the game, the big dragon was slaughtered, and black was completely unable to recover!
"Roar!"
Correspondingly, the "big dragon" formed by the mist roared fiercely, trying to swallow the two people playing each other in one bite. But at the moment when the black chess piece fell, an invisible force had arrived, and it was turned into ashes and smoke under the power of rules that it could not resist!
The "Qi Xie" on the opposite side also closed his eyes and stagnated at the moment when the dragon was slaughtered.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the motionless "Qi Xie" suddenly opened his eyes again. The white fog in his eyes had dissipated, and his own strength had even increased a bit, reaching the sixth level of extraordinary!
"Fellow Daoist is willing to take risks and use himself as bait to lure the Mist tribe here. This risky move is really shocking!"
Huang Longshi sighed with emotion.
"People who have died once naturally care less about life and death than others."
"What's more, I'm sure that this Mist Tribe is not good at chess. If I want to break your 'Heaven and Earth Chess Game', I must keep some of my sanity and not dare to kill my true spirit. In this case, I can hide a move based on what you and I have practiced before. The layout of the reversal of life and death leads it to death step by step, and can even use its power for my use after erasing it!"
Qi Xie's expression was indifferent, as if putting his life under the control of a foreign race was just a common thing.
"The aliens are rampant and other strongholds still need reinforcements. I will go first."
Nodding to the Chess Saint Huang Longshi, Qi Xie opened his mouth and roared, and a white crane flew over from the sky, carrying Qi Xie who was standing on it straight into the sea of Qingming clouds.
"The immortal is waiting to ride the yellow crane, and the sea traveler has no intention of following the white gull. Hold the swing and look at the blue sky. There is a way in black and white, and the strong energy is filled with clouds and tides!"
…
And still on this mountain, a grand banquet is being held somewhere!
There are high mountains, lush forests and bamboos, and clear and turbulent streams. There is a wine glass floating in the flowing stream. When the wine glass stops in front of someone, someone needs to take the glass, either to drink or to write a poem!
"In the ninth year of Yonghe, I was in Guichou, at the beginning of late spring..."
In a pavilion in the mountains, a middle-aged scribe dressed in black was holding a bottle of wine in one hand and filling his mouth with wine. He was holding a pen in the other hand and was writing something with a drunken look on his face.
"Okay, well written, well written!"
"It suddenly becomes clear."
"Singing while drunk, what's life like!?"
And I remembered bursts of lively shouts all around.
But they are some scholars who dress up in different ways and have ugly and beautiful faces.
Or reciting and composing poems, drinking flower wine, and playing games like pot throwing.
However, in the eyes of those watching the live broadcast on Earth, these people actually have another face.
For example, a Confucian scholar whose hair is combed roughly into nine long and thin braids and is eating fruit is actually a hydra demon with nine heads competing for the fruit.
And a Confucian scholar wearing black gauze and waving a fan in his hand was an extraordinary lich with a gust of wind around him... There were also some weeds growing in the soil, revealing a pair of khaki eyes, even completely made of The air forms creatures... It's like the demon king in Journey to the West holding a banquet, with the demons dancing wildly!
These creatures are all aliens, but they think they are human scribes. All of this was obviously created by the middle-aged scribe in black who was drinking and writing.
The legendary figure Wang Xizhi, who was gifted with the ability of "Sage of Calligraphy", created an illusion by writing words, and gave the people who entered the illusion a fictional identity.
Before the power of his own luck is exhausted, the enemy cannot get rid of this influence unless his strength exceeds his!
Together with the legendary "Lanting Collection Preface", it directly involved twenty or thirty miscellaneous aliens.
However, it was only a containment. Even if Wang Xizhi's strength reached the fifth level of extraordinary, he would not be able to confront these twenty-odd aliens head-on.
"Brother Wu, I can't support it anymore, how much longer do you want?"
The whole party was full of demons, and apart from Wang Xizhi, only one other person was a real human being.
It was a man in gray robes of medium stature, with stiff hair and beard. He was holding a brush that was half as tall as a man, and he was painting on the surrounding ground on rocks. His overall temperament seemed a bit out of tune with ordinary literati!
"It doesn't matter. I've finished some of the paintings early and can delay them for a while if necessary."
"No, that's not right..."
While the two were talking, a scholar with a handsome face and a white feather cloak looked confused, with white light shining in his eyes.
The environment of "Lanting Collection Preface" is very real, and Wang Xi's natural ability is even more legendary. But after all, aliens are not all soft persimmons. This is a creature called "Light Bird" that looks like a crow, and its body can emit very powerful energy. The dazzling power of light and a pair of white wings are somewhat similar to those of the legendary angels. Because they possess divine power, they can resist spiritual attacks to a large extent!
"Hey, Brother Guang, it's your turn, it's your turn to write poetry."
At this time, there was a burst of cheers from around, and it turned out that the wine glass came down the river and stopped at its place.
According to regulations, it should compose a poem or perform a talent!
"No, no, no..."
The expression of the Bright Bird alien scholar became more and more messy, the white light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he even stood up suddenly from his position!
"Brother Guang, you are drunk."
Suddenly a voice sounded, and a medium-sized man in gray with a slightly rough appearance stopped painting the mural. He reached out and picked up a piece of paper, rubbed a part of the picture on the mural and handed it to him.
"Come, how about appreciating Brother Yu's paintings!"
"Get away!"
With a severe headache and an irritated roar, the scholar of the Bright Bird, who looked like a crow, stretched out his hand to hold the table, looking like he wanted to lift the table directly.
However, due to the guidance of words, he unconsciously looked at the scroll unfolded in the hands of the man in gray, and his body suddenly shook at the next moment.
It was a "Picture of Heavenly Gods". In the illusion, it looked like the noble Emperor of Heaven was standing in the center, surrounded by many holy angels serving him, surrounded by all kinds of fairy auras.
However, when the Bright Bird stared at this painting, he found that the picture suddenly changed, from heaven to hell.
Moreover, many of the ghosts and monsters in the hell in the painting are actually fallen angels, and the wheel-turning king of hell who is in charge of hell belongs to the aloft God of light!
For the Bright Bird, who believed in light, this was undoubtedly a collapse of faith, and he was immediately hit hard.
"No!"
The Bright Bird scholar shouted.
Because, in his next perception, these creatures who had fallen from heaven to hell all had ferocious faces, roaring and surrounding him, tearing off the feathers on his body one by one, and finally being dragged into the endless hell with their bodies covered in blood and flesh. …
"Brother Guang, Brother Guang. Brother Guang is really drunk!"
In the eyes of other foreign scholars, this man who was drunk just now was drunk because he drank too much.
"Something's wrong..."
"has a problem!"
Whenever he sees a foreigner who is shaken and wants to escape from the illusion of "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection", the man in gray surnamed Wu will place a painting in front of him.
For example, the snake with nine heads that a foreigner saw was a "Peacock King Statue" that exuded five-color divine light and Buddha power.
A familiar Yaksha tribe saw a divine general holding an exquisite pagoda in his hand, suppressing him directly and preventing him from being reincarnated forever!
There was also a ghost king whose whole body was full of yin energy, like a cloud of smoke. He just saw the ghost king who put all kinds of ghosts into his mouth and chewed them. He even ate his ten fingers together. Picture of Zhong Kui with Ten Fingers.
In the face of these targeted gods, it is difficult for these alien races to fight against them. They will either be killed or suppressed, so that the party can always remain enjoyable!
"Ouch, I fell into a trap."
"Hoo, it's an illusion!"
"Jie, damn it!"
When Wang Xizhi's natural ability was completely exhausted, a bunch of extraordinary aliens got rid of the interference and roared one after another.
"The time is just right."
The middle-aged man surnamed Wu stopped the half-human-high giant pen in his hand. The entire battlefield ground, rocks, and even the sky were completely covered and surrounded by a huge mural of "The Slaughter of Gods and Buddhas".
The Peacock King, the Underworld Judge, the Pagoda Heavenly King, as well as various demon-conquering dragons, hell emperor Shilongshen, and Bai Ze mythical beasts all opened their eyes, and after breaking away from the murals, they turned into gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and started to kill. These alien creatures!
"I know who it is. This person is Wu Daozi."
Some people on Earth watching the live broadcast have already realized this person's identity.
The legendary figure and "painting sage" Wu Daozi was good at painting figures, gods, monsters, birds and beasts, especially large-scale murals.
"Wow!"
A white light of "time and space teleportation" appeared in the sky, and a group of extraordinary heroes joined the battlefield with pens in their hands and using pens as knives.
Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang, Wen Zhengming, Tang Bohu, Gu Kaizhi...