from Xingyuan

Chapter 582 286. The Star Named the Sun

"pilgrimage?"

The caramel snail asked blankly:
"You said that rock girl Xia Beiluo went on a pilgrimage to the beach?"

Jingle Bell--

Newspaper peddlers carry big bags and small bags, rushing through the streets and alleys to sell:
“9月19号的新闻！游魂教历109年9月19号新闻，半灵格一份，来一份吧！”

The passerby standing in front of the caramel snail fanned a fan with big characters of 'KINO' printed on it, which seemed to be a fan of Xia Beiluo.

"Yeah. You are a record fan, haven't you heard the scene? At the end of the rock concert in this city, she pulled her blond hair and excitedly announced to the audience: Next, we are going to this continent To the south, that is, to the Kalilinov Stone Valley, go on a pilgrimage."

"pilgrimage?"

"Galilinov Stone Valley, one of the eight wonders of the Violet Star, it is normal for literary and art workers to go on a pilgrimage, but the road is relatively remote and there are dangers along the way. I really hope she is safe."

Passers-by saw the caramel snail asking so many questions, and they became interested:
"I have the master tape here, do you want to listen to it?"

"record?"

Caramelized snails were even more unexpected.

"Yeah, someone has recorded it since [Yuanyuan Tianzun]'s parish performance. She is really a good girl, she is beautiful, she can talk, and her singing is even better. It's a pity—the rock girl Xia Beiluo has always During the trip, there is no chance to remit the income to her. I don’t know if she will reach the Holy Land safely due to the wind and rain along the way.”

The passer-by said, and turned on the player beside him:
"Come on, listen to the latest song - "Green Sunshine"."

The caramel snail was about to listen to the song, when Li Ozi suddenly said:
"We are still in a hurry to find her, so let's go there quickly."

"Ah, don't you guys listen to music? Are Xia Beiluo's songs amazing?"

"Wouldn't it be better to listen to my own singing?" Li Aoz said lightly, turned and left with the caramel snail.

"Hey, what a pity. There is no way to share the good things."

The passer-by shook his head, plugged in his earphones, and hummed freely:

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Gray snow, jumping in the pulse

The mirror shines the hidden childhood,

The pencil fell between the cracks of the sofa,
Gone like time,
Those who go forward, may you be accompanied by sunshine on the road,

The emerald green sunlight shines through the blood vessels.

You should not back down, the wind will bring failure back,
Don't go back, don't come back.

The green sun will shine on your future,

From now on, don't talk about failure
........................

Xia Beiluo rode a bicycle, step by step, and slowly moved in the direction of the railway.

"Why not use Soul Casino?"

Igor suddenly appeared in the back seat and asked:

"Aren't you short of money? Use a part of your soul as a bargaining chip, no matter what, it will be a little more prosperous than the current wealth. At least you will receive more performance fees and rewards."

"Yo? Cui, you actually know that I'm poor."

Xia Beiluo looked back at the male ghost in the back seat with his back turned to him, and laughed:
"It's rare."

"I don't understand. You would rather feed the pigs, dig through the trash cans, and pick up wine bottles than gamble."

Igor did not look at her:
"How do you make it to the Holy Land like this? You say you want to change people's impression of rock and roll, and you need to connect the bridge between tradition and change—that sounds nice, but what do you rely on to change them."

"Because I'm a believer after all. Although I know that the church has become bad, people still need the church at this stage-Cui, you don't object to this, right?"

"Hmm, so what?"

"I don't like gambling, and I don't agree with it. In order to fight against traditional conservatives, we are completely different from them. What they support, we oppose-I think that change should not be like this."

Xia Beiluo held onto the handle, and the late autumn wind blew past her ears. The coolness made her feel extremely comfortable, and her tone became gentle:
"You are a radical person, and the things you think of are always so extreme. You only see the dark side of the world. It is wrong to be either black or white. More people are in plain gray. If you follow Cui's approach and philosophy , then there is only one path left for us.”

"war."

igor says:

"War, change requires violence, and the most radical form of violence is war."

"What's that called? Do you think those cosmic beings are going to war? They have such advanced technology, they must be living a very beautiful and peaceful life, and there are no barbarians with heretical ways to eliminate."

"How do I know that, I have never been to the sky."

Igor propped up his knees, his sunglasses covered his expression, lazily and perfunctorily speaking:

"But what you said is quite interesting: since the cosmic beings can fly around, they must have solved the war, and they must not do things so extreme."

"Yes, I thought so too."

Xia Beiluo narrowed her eyes comfortably, her cheeks facing the purple sun:
"My parents are low-level laborers. They have been busy all their lives and died in the melee of gangs. But if there is no church, they may not even be able to find a job, let alone raise me up to now."

"There are apostates and corrupt flies in the church, but there are still idealists and noble fighters who are acting to maintain the current order and environment. This is why, I want to maintain the church, because people need the church."

"But on the other hand, I got to know you, Igor Cui. Your rock and roll has awakened people's hearts and made people no longer just numbers in the eyes of the church. So I need you, and people need you."

Igor raised his head and looked in the direction of the train.

"It seems that I have misunderstood you. You are not so innocent, but you are still naive. Changes are never bloodless. This is not a tea party. If you embark on this road, you are against the church and the entire traditional forces. "

"But that's why I'm going to do it."

Xia Beiluo stepped on the pedals with difficulty, trying to move up the slope:

"If a person can overcome this difficulty and move forward casually, wouldn't the world be a better place long ago?"

She added:

"Galilinov Stone Valley, one of the eight wonders of the Violet Star, due to the special geographical structure and the characteristics of the rock, every 50 years, at sunset in autumn, the voice shouted at the bottom of the valley will be transmitted to the whole world. world."

"I want to go to the Holy Land, play the guitar there, and let the singing of the soul sing to the whole planet through the structure of the Holy Land."

"I once heard a priest say: There are countless races in this world, with hundreds of millions of people, and three religions. Everyone has their own ideas and creeds and speaks different words. Due to the existence of language, cultural and geographical barriers, Make it impossible for people to understand each other."

"But the understanding of music does not require language."

"I want to do what Choi didn't do - make rock music popular all over the world."

"It's not fighting for power, but music to resist. I'm not a fighter, and I don't deserve the glory of fighting. This is the only thing I can do, and the only thing I can do."

crunch crunch-

Second-hand bicycles made the sound of metal deformation, and the train ran along the rails, bringing a gust of wind.

Igor raised his head, looked at the sky, and said:
"The crowd is always afraid of getting hurt, so it's always on the sidelines, and when someone chooses to step up, the person who goes against the tide is always called a hero."

"Hey? What? Igor, can you say it again?"

Xia Beiluo turned his head in surprise, and laughed loudly:

"The train is too loud! Say what you just said again."

"Let's say you have a beautiful nose, and if you give you some sunshine, you will be brilliant."

"Be honest, you just think I'm amazing! A 17-year-old genius dropout girl, with a broken guitar, travels and saves the world at the same time-wow, our experience can be used to make silent movies, right?"

"Okay - you hand over the soul chip to the guitar now, and then make a movie as a star to accept commercials, and immediately realize the freedom of wealth, and embark on a successful life. At that time, you don't have to save the world. This broken planet, whoever loves to save it .”

"Hey, I don't know how to gamble."

Xia Beiluo puffed out her chest:
"As a believer, I will abide by morality."

"As a singer, I should do my best."

"As a mortal, I want to show everyone how far they can go with only their own efforts."

Xia Beiluo rode his bicycle and embarked on this pilgrimage road that no one cares about.

The warm rays of the sun sprinkled down, burning the stones hot.

The sun is fair, it gives light to everyone equally, but the shade of trees will cover part of it in the name of protection, so there are shadows.

There is nothing wrong with shade, because too much heavy light will also burn the lichen to dryness.

It is precisely because of the alternation of light and shadow that this world is full of vitality.

It has to be said that this is also an ironic peace.

crunch--

Used bicycles stop and move forward.

Xia Beiluo raised his head, squinted his eyes under the scorching sun, and looked at the person standing in front of him: he was wearing a thick white coat and a heavy black shawl, and his spiritual power was beating like a storm.

"Xia Beiluo, 17 years old, female. Formerly a high school student of Alina Church Middle School in Suluo City."

"Black hair, men's short hair, neutral face, about 1.6 meters tall, carrying a gorgeous guitar that does not match his net worth, riding a second-hand bicycle, wearing worn-out white jeans, a brown men's jacket, and a worker's vest. "

"Heretic Xia Beiluo, you spread forbidden music everywhere, which violates the teachings of [Lord of Ghosts]."

The visitor raised his head, and there was only a weeping face on the golden mask. He slowly raised his hand, and the wandering souls around him were driven by spiritual power and turned into a sickle:

"Wandering Soul Calendar 049, September 9th."

"Special Hunter of the Church of Ghosts——Falman Lupine."

"By the order of my lord, a verdict will be passed on heresy!"

The golden mask reflected the sunlight, the sickle devoured the brilliance, the icy breath flickered, and the sharp edge swept across the ground.

Woooooo——————

The train in the distance blew its whistle and passed all the way.

(End of this chapter)