Every household in the country of Haiqin is lit up, the Poseidon Festival is coming as scheduled, the rich people hang jewel lamps in front of their houses, the lights shine on the people on the street standing on the side, looking not far away, the orchestral music sings the national anthem of the country of Haiqin, on both sides of the road paved with cement and marble, women hold children less than one year old in their arms, naughty children are impatiently grabbed by adults, little girls who are going to school are neatly dressed, standing upright, looking forward to the king's procession.

In the distance, on the waist of the Tower of Babel, sat a man drinking agave, covered in bandages, with one foot resting on the stone steps, and the other foot hanging out of the stone steps to beat the orchestral rhythm. From this view, the whole Haiqin country was in full view, and the king's procession army was not far away, and he slowly got up, staggering, and the stamina was a little strong. "It's time for the pattern of the world to change, Augustus, you are not saving, but destroying." The bottle was tossed into the distance, and the bandage man stretched out his arms to breathe in the smell of the sea slyph. White streamers leap out of the stone steps of the Tower of Babel and disappear in mid-air. It happened that this scene was seen by a soldier wearing a knight's helmet, and he looked at it with his eyes, and said in his heart, Am I dazzled?

Symphonies echo through the bustling bazaar, knights line up in squares, the knights around the king are solemn, and the subjects pay their respects to the king.

The western capital of the snow mountain

Rolling hills, hidden by plain white snow, an oriental-style hut leaning against a bamboo forest, which surrounds this hut and takes the hut as the center. The bamboo forest is covered with snow and the green is tenaciously highlighted, and the cabins are made of sandalwood, which is resistant to corrosion and is not easily eaten by insects. The room is lifted into the air, supported by an iron rod the thickness of an elephant's trunk, which supports the whole room and creates a spatial distance from the ground, so that the cabin does not deliquescent.

This is located on the top of a mountain, if you want to come up, you have to pass through the circular mountain trail, a woman rushed, stopped in front of the wooden house, she was wearing the costume of Yamato, the purple kimono embroidered with white flowers, the snow on the red oil-paper umbrella was palm-thick, stepping through the stairs in front of the wooden house, the door with paper mold slowly opened, a handsome man in a black kimono, the paper umbrella in his hand knocked on the palm, and the silver earrings on his ears were shiny. The woman looked half as tall as a man, with long hair and a shawl, like a waterfall cascading in a valley, like the masterpiece of an ink master.

"Hello master." He bowed deeply.

The white paper umbrella slammed on the girl's head.

The girl covered her head and stuck out her tongue at the man's mischievous eyes, like a brother bullying his sister, and the girl's face was flushed. The house seems to be occupied only by men.

"Come in, it's cold outside."

The girl followed the man and closed the door, she felt that the cold and warmth were so clear, the cold wind was isolated from the door, and there was a vase by the door, with a rare heavenly seaweed, and the seaweed was not grass, but a flower.

The girl's kimono is tightly wrapped, revealing the snow-white skin behind it, the collar is pulled very low, and there is a talisman with a black rope hanging under the snow-white skin, and on the right side of the door, there is a pot of flowers on the high counter - Tianhaicao, although there is grass in the name, but it is indeed a flower, Tianhaicao grows in the extremely cold zone of the Nordic continent, and the extremely cold weather has challenged the limits of human beings.

The history books record: "The sea grass, the flower of the polar region, is in the crack of the cliff, and the pride is not dissolved." "The sea grass has blue petals, but the leaves are extremely narrow, only the size of a fingernail, and the thin canes are like long hair, covering the counter. Aroma of heavenly seaweed, with hints of cologne.

The man in a black kimono, his hair draped over his shoulders, the white paper umbrella opened and closed in his hand, he exuded the elegance of a literati, his eyebrows were delicate, and his tall and slender figure gave people the feeling of being blown down by the wind at any time. He knelt at a low table and beckoned the girl.

"Xiao Feng, let's play chess." The man said calmly, his voice low and majestic.

During the long winter days, for the literati, there was nothing more than playing chess and reciting poetry, which was an oriental pastime, which was considered a kind of elegance. But for the Norsemen, the Norsemen preferred to tie living creatures to wooden posts, walk a few steps, and shoot them with bows and arrows, and he did not like the rude ways of the Norsemen.

Xiao Feng knelt down and straightened the chessboard on the table, the fire in the stove was burning, the room was filled with heating, the porcelain used to hold the chess pieces was hiding the firelight, the fire on the porcelain was beating, like a long dragon leaping over it, the furnace fire gradually dimmed, the sparks of broken stars danced between the fiery carbon stones, and the sound of the chess pieces hitting the table was crisp and loud. In the porcelain, there are a lot fewer chess pieces on both sides, the man frowned, and the black chess pieces between his fingers wandered between the porcelain and the chessboard, Xiao Feng has been fond of playing chess since he can remember, but Xiao Feng has never won, although it is a simple Go, but at this time the master frowned, and his face was solemn. This made her happy, and she never made her master frown. For many years, the master taught him to play chess, and today, the master is stumped by himself.

"Bell"

The black chess piece was decisive, and the master's whole figure was like a loose string, and the sharp arrow had been shot, and the string was as calm as the level, and he took a deep breath.

"Huh——, Xiaofeng's chess skills have improved."

In the game on the table, white is at a disadvantage and has become a bird in prison.

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence, as if an uninvited guest had come outside the door.

It lives on top of a mountain, around the mountains, and it's extremely cold. Just as the girl wanted to see who was knocking on the door, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the nervousness in the man's eyes, and the man looked out of the door thoughtfully.

"Master?" The girl danced in front of him, the man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the girl, put away the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the girl solemnly, his eyes revealed a trace of inexplicable fear.

"Xiao Feng, go open the door." As he spoke, the man looked out of the door again, and there was still a hurried knock outside the door.

The door was opened by Xiao Feng left and right, and at that moment, the murderous aura came to her face, and the cold wind took the opportunity to pour in from between the cracks in the door, and she subconsciously raised her head, just to meet the purple pupils. At that moment, as if trampled by thousands of horses, she gasped for air, something seemed to be blocking her trachea in her chest, and her body was like carrying a jack, unable to move an inch under the gaze of these eyes. The girl tried to look away, but those eyes seemed to have some kind of curse, as if a boulder was pressing down on her, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger.

"Ghost style, put away your coercion." The master got up to support the limp Xiao Feng, the purple light in the pupils of the bandage man gradually receded, and the master's eyes looked directly into the eyes of the bandage man, like a prosperous king. His words were solemn. The moment she looked away, the girl clutched her chest and gasped, it was fear, that fear was like leaving you alone in the dark, the devils were dancing in the dark, flying up and circling, trying to erase the girl who had strayed into the darkness from the world, and the girl was holding her head and curling up, powerless. However, when the bandage man looked at the man, a pair of beastly eyes were staring at him, and those eyes hid a surging hatred.

In the room, the man sat in front of the bandage man, and after setting up the chess game, a long bandaged knife with a wooden was placed on his right hand. Their movements are tacitly like old friends for many years, and when the bandage man is cleaning up the chess pieces on the table, the man in the kimono wipes the chess surface.

"Nanshan, maybe there are some things that I really want you to help with." The ghost played a white piece.

The game unfolds, and the chess duel begins.

The man did not speak, but quietly looked at the chess board, thoughtful.

Kuroko followed closely behind

"No." Nanshan said calmly, his eyes firm, his eyes locked on the chess pieces on the chess board.

The sunspots shone brightly, and for a long time, the dense chess pieces covered the chessboard, crystal clear. The duel of Go, the surface is calm, and the undercurrent is surging.

The chess game they played was like a war for the ages, with white chess on the side, ten thousand horses roaring, and on each horse sat a knight in silver armor, holding a steel armored spear in his hand, and the white son attacked, ten thousand horses galloped, and on the wilderness, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the cry of attack resounded throughout the field. The waves on both sides crashed together like a sky, splashing high waves. On the Kuroko side, retreating as an advance, three steps down, four steps up, Baizi attacked again, dispatched a large number of men and horses to block the flank of the sunspot, and strangled the sunspot.