The so-called intentionally planted flowers do not bloom, and unintentionally planted willows and willows become shady.

This philosophy has been proven to be true countless times, but I don't know if it is because Providence understands everyone's mental path and deliberately makes things difficult to backfire, or because there is always a process to solve a problem, and an anxious state of mind will make this process even longer.

Just after Wu Chen found a way out to no avail, and he didn't understand the mystery of Fengbo Building, and finally calmed down to cultivate, Providence played a joke with him.

A strange joke.

On the second floor of the Fengbo Building, a large platform was vacant in the middle of the bookshelf, which was also the main place for Wu Chen's cultivation.

On this day, in the midst of his moves, he stabbed out a sword, which was an ordinary sword. It's one of the swords he's stabbed countless times these days.

But at the moment when the sword stabbed out, the end of the sword had not yet reached the target point, and Wu Chen's heart suddenly surged with a touch of emptiness, as if the feeling of chaos had just opened.

He had an idea.

In the middle of the spin, the sword passed through the afternoon light, just as the sword pointed at the shrine.

"Boom!"

A bell that seemed to sound far and near came into my ears, with indescribable solemnity and understanding, as if the sound of the Buddha that woke up the uncivilized people.

Wu Chen's gaze was fixed on the end of the sword, but his divine consciousness wandered to the shrine where his vision was blurred.

Because when the bell rang, the shrine had gathered all the light that shone into the Wind Tower, and everything was dark, but it was bright, and the golden light splashed, and the gods came into the world.

Collect the sword.

Settled.

In the gloomy shadows, Wu Chen stood still, and a question suddenly arose in his empty consciousness.

I have been cultivating in the Storm Building for a month, and during the day, there is no light in this Storm Tower, and it is really bright. Countless rays of light alternate and interweave in various ways, but very few rays of light can hit the shrine.

This is already strange.

What's more, every afternoon before the handover with Shen Shi, there is only one moment of the day, when the shrine is finally lit by the sun, everything in the storm building is instantly dimmed.

At the same moment, a distant bell rang.

The intertwined light in mid-air was still there, but the light had all turned silver-gray, as if it were gray and white silk threads, and it had lost its luster.

In this magical light, only at this moment, this second, the light of the rising sun will pass through one of the panes, through the interval of twenty zhang deep, illuminating the shrine and statue at the end of the Fengbo Building.

A few days ago, Wu Chen had discovered this problem, when the bell rang, the statue of the god condensed, and the divine power was great, Wu Chen felt that the statue seemed to be alive, not only lifelike and vivid, but with consciousness, with emotions, its immobility is just majesty.

And the myriad of rays of light that turned from gold to gray quickly changed, as if they were covering another painting.

Wu Chen also calmed down and pondered the mystery but to no avail, moreover, the golden light of the statue could only last for a moment, because the wind wave tower turned invisibly, and after a while, the light would change again when Shen Shi arrived, and the abnormality here would no longer exist, and there was no way to detect it.

Today, he had some insight into his cultivation, and he actually had more experience of this secret technique of light, and the time was pressing, and without hesitation, Wu Chen flew up.

Vacated.

As if a voice in his heart had given an order, the decision was so hasty, and he flew straight to the roof of the Storm Tower.

Overlooking.

“......”

Dumb.

It's a picture, no, it's not a picture on closer inspection, it's a chessboard made of light and the dust it reflects, constantly changing and flickering.

A huge chessboard.

The chessboard is as big as a martial arts practice field between buildings, and the chess pieces are black and white, and they are distinct.

These mystical rays of light seem to have built a bridge with the gods, the embodiment of light, the will of the gods, and there seems to be a figure of a god behind it.

Wu Chen forgot to breathe.

The eyes instinctively stared at the chessboard, in this chess game, the sunspots had secretly laid a trap, and there was a place between the whites that could be broken by the sunspots, and only needed more time to ambush and prepare, and they could break through to the breakpoint.

The sunspots are in the camp step by step, pressing step by step, the white son is fighting in a lonely city, and the chessboard is like a battlefield of desolation, cruelty and slaughter.

However, this game is not dead.

Bai Zi broke through in the eyes of the two and fought for a glimmer of life, and the black and white two sons on the chessboard set up a new formation.

So-called.

Luozi has a fairy spirit.

There is no dust recovering machine.

It's a god-given power.

It's very easy to reach.

Wu Chen was stupid, in the change of light from gray to white, sometimes he would see the chessboard as the starry sky, and the black and white were the countless starry eyes on the sky.

The chess piece array is the shuttle and change of the constellations in the sky, which is awe-inspiring because of its mysterious beauty.

Where Wu Chen can't see.

In a place where you can see Wu Chen.

A voice sneered, "Old friend, you miscalculated. ”

"I can surround you once, and twice, you are in danger of survival, and the disadvantage is you. The other voice remained silent, and then set up a dark situation.

"You see, this young man has sharp eyes, like a newborn falcon, such a character...... Your plan won't succeed. ”

"Then take a gamble. ”

Two laughs aloud were shocking.

......

Wu Chen didn't feel anything about this voice, he only felt that the statue could also look at him below, as if he wanted to tell him a deep meaning. He flew to the ground, walking uncontrollably towards the shrine.

In another place, the voice said, "Behold, he went." ”

Another voice dismissively: "So what?"

Wu Chen approached the shrine and looked at the idol, whose wise eyes were already full of the brilliance and sparkle of the real eyeballs, and he raised his feet and approached the last step.

"Huh!"

Suddenly golden light splashed in the stormy building, and the sunlight that had just condensed on the statue of the god flew away, swishing out like sharp arrows, penetrating the chessboard laid out in mid-air, rushing through countless ancient books and old books, and hitting the walls of the bookshelf with a loud sound.

In response, the shrine had already dissipated.

The idol was like a fantasy, from head to toe, and the uproar dissipated in front of Wu Chen.

It's so real that there's no doubt about it.

After the statue dissipated, the wall on which the statue leaned also disappeared, and suddenly, Wu Chen could not see the gray smoke and traces of the dissipation of the wall soil. After a brief pause, he turned around, and the entire Storm Building no longer existed.

He was standing in a snow-white world, the floor was white, the roof was white, everything was white.

The real Fengbo Building, which he had watched for more than a month, seemed to have never appeared on this land.

The white floor is like flying snow deposits, the house is protected by a hundred feet like clouds, gradually whitening the cangtai road, the trees are like snow casting, and the water is like silver waves. A moonlight shone from the top, and the entire space was full of Qiong Yao, full of silver light.

Creation may be intentional, so teach the bright moon exquisitely.

Is it a dream or an illusion?

Looking around, the road ahead is unknown, but there is no way back.