A hurried encounter and separation, Yu Ling couldn't tell what it felt in her heart.

The most perfect result is that Zichen Ruo is all right, and Feng Lingxing still maintains the status quo, but this situation cannot last long, and Zichen Ruo will also live in hard struggle and hard work.

So Yu Ling is sometimes very contradictory, no matter which position he stands, he will inevitably cause harm to the other party, but if he doesn't help each other and watch coldly, Zichen Ruo will encounter mortal danger again.

He doesn't really know if his choice is right or wrong, and maybe he can only come up with an answer when he looks back at it later.

Yu Ling slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put the matter aside for the time being, and sorted out his thoughts a little.

If nothing else, the final match should be in this dead city, but I don't know what the assessment goal set for them by the competition committee.

For Yu Ling, the most important thing now is to find out the source of that strange voice, otherwise if he continues like this, he will have to be dragged to death at a critical moment sooner or later.

He pondered silently, and the voice appeared four times. The interval between the first and second sessions is about half a minute, the interval between the second and third sessions is forty or fifty minutes, and the interval between the third and fourth sessions is more than an hour.

There doesn't seem to be a particularly significant pattern, but it is certain that the interval between each occurrence will be somewhat lengthened.

The next time, the fifth, should be more than two hours later?

And the level of interference with him will also be greatly increased, and it is expected that he may lose his ability to protect himself for five or six seconds.

You can't be so passive all the time, it's better to prepare in advance.

Yuling rubbed her eyebrows and pondered silently.

Before he knew it, he had gone around to the core area of the City Lord's Mansion, and as soon as Yu Ling took a step in, he had to quickly retreat, because the death qi inside was so thick that it was suffocating, even if he was in a constant cycle of vitality, staying in it for a few minutes would cause a big problem.

But why is there such a dense dead air?

Yu Ling glanced inside through the courtyard door, and saw that the pavilions and pavilions were exquisitely carved, and the figures were very lively, especially many men and women dressed in gorgeous costumes and brocade clothes sat on both sides of the courtyard river, as if they were carrying out some elegant things about flowing water.

Yu Ling slowly approached the people with a wisp of soul thought, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Brother Xuan Yu, you lost this game. In the shaded pavilion, a man dressed as a scribe smiled and held a black chess piece in his hand, and after dropping a piece lightly, he spoke slowly.

"Brother Gao Yang, it's too early to talk about victory or defeat at this moment. The man in the green shirt on the opposite side did not change his color and dropped a white chess, and the situation in the chess game was suddenly reversed.

"Brother Xuanyu's hand is really wonderful, I lost. The scribe was stunned for a long time, and the chess pieces in his hand could not fall for a long time, so he could only smile bitterly.

"Brother Gao Yang doesn't have to be presumptuous, if you are here, this game may be able to continue. The man in the green shirt stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the chess game.

The scribe shook his head and said, "It's just a dying struggle, even if you can survive for a quarter of an hour, you can't reverse the defeat after all." ”

The man in the green shirt lowered his eyes silently and said: "It is difficult to have a miracle in the chess game, but the red dust has never been a game of chess, and the creation between heaven and earth is endless, or many linger for a quarter of an hour, and the whole situation will be different." ”

The scribe seemed to sneer: "Why, it's all come to this point, do you still think he can turn the tables?"

"Maybe, maybe not. The man in the green shirt sighed softly.

The scribe twisted the black chess pieces one by one and cleaned up the mess: "There will be no miracle, the great trend of the Azure Heavenly Kingdom has gone, and from now on there will only be nine Xiang." ”

The man in the green shirt also put away the white chess pieces and said calmly: "In any case, he will at least hold on to the last moment, if the new monarch ascends the throne in the future, I will not go." Because...... I recognize him only as a Majesty. ”

The scribe's face changed suddenly, his fingertips trembled, and all the black chess pieces were sprinkled on the ground, and he stared at the man in the green shirt tightly, and a deep gloom flashed in his eyes: "What I said just now, I have never heard it." If you still want to live, it's best to put away such thoughts. ”

The man in the green shirt just smiled faintly, and his expression was full of freedom from life and death.

Not far away, on the creek, a delicate bronze wine cup floated down the river to a young gentleman.

He raised his wine glass and drank it all, and said in a loud voice: "Yutang Golden Horse out of the Xuandu, Ping Ming Yao looks close but there is nothing, comfort to the sky to borrow a brinch, people don't need to step on it." ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" a dozing teenager on the other side rubbed his eyes, and then slapped his face and shouted loudly.

The crowd around laughed softly, and an old man with a white beard stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Poetry is good poetry, but do you know where it is good?"

"Huh?" the young man was stunned, and stammered a little: "Anyway, there is nothing bad about the poems made by Fan Caizi......"

"It's over. The young man smiled gently.

"Hmph, I think this poem is just average, I don't know what I'm talking about!" a young man in a gorgeous brocade dress pursed his lips disdainfully.

"What is Lian Gongzi's opinion?" Fan Caizi was calm and calm.

The brocade-clothed boy stood up triumphantly, pacing back and forth a few times in a pretended posture, provoking the eyes of the people around him with hidden disgust.

"Smack!" he folded the fan and said solemnly: "Listen to this poem, I haven't thought of the name yet, so I'll leave it to your colleagues to appreciate." ”

The young man in brocade shook his head and said: "A small river flows eastward, and talented people on both sides of the river drink each other. Three points of drunkenness and pride, four poems in pairs of splendor. ”

"Good poetry, really good poetry......" Before others could speak, the boy fell into self-absorption.

Everyone: "......"

Fan Caizi silently poured the wine and continued to let the wine glass flow down, pretending not to hear anything.

"What? Why don't you speak?Are you shocked by this child's talent? But it's okay, I'll allow you to savor it slowly!" the brocade-clothed boy waved his hand generously.

"Who's next?" Fan Caizi still looked gentle and gentle.

"Fan Caizi, are you admitting defeat?" the brocade-clothed young man squinted at him.

Fan Caizi paused for a few seconds before he silently spoke: "It's a loss......

The young man in brocade clothes suddenly became radiant, and he looked at the eight desolations with a despised attitude: "Hahaha, I'll just say, this son is a genius! You don't need to read those poems and songs, you are still a rare great writer in the world! Quickly get a pen and paper, I want to write this poem down, and it will be famous all over the world in the future!"

Everyone helplessly supported their foreheads, and the young man who had just dozed off said to his companion in disbelief: "You say that even adults are so wise and wise, how could they give birth to such a wonderful son? ”

The companion replied calmly: "Don't look down on Lian Gongzi, at least his poems still rhyme." ”

"Nothing but rhyme. "The boy spreads his hands.

"No, there are one, two, three, four very neat. ”

The boy suddenly held back his laughter until his stomach hurt.

His companion glanced at Fan Caizi, who had a clear demeanor, and said in a low voice: "You say, will Fan Caizi go to the capital to be an official?"

"Definitely, he is such an outstanding talent, and he is an ambitious person, wouldn't it be a pity not to go to the capital?"

But he once said that he wanted to seek peace for the people of the sky, not Jiuxiang. ”

"Oh, times are different, people always have to learn to be flexible. ”

"Do you also think that Your Majesty will definitely lose?"

"Shhh

The two were whispering, and suddenly a figure hurriedly appeared from a distance, with a trace of indescribable complexity on his face, and he took a deep breath and said, "Bian Changzhen disappeared inexplicably, and the Kingdom of Heaven ...... The Kingdom of Heaven is over!"

"Poof!"

There was silence on the field, except for the sound of wine glasses falling into the river.