People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

Ling An was speechless for a moment as he read the note left by Fu Ling.

"What's wrong?" Chaomei found that he seemed a little strange.

"Nothing." Ling An silently put the note back into the book. "Since this is Wu Li's thing, give it back to him later. Did you find anything from the notes?"

"It's a moving story. The girl named Fu Ling had already accepted the reality of her impending death. She only hoped to fulfill her unfulfilled dream with her lover in the remaining days."

"…But just as we expected, the driving force behind this is indeed the Canxing Society." Chang Li quickly came to her conclusion.

"I'm afraid these are the last remnants of the Canxing Society in Chengxiao Mountain. We must wipe them out in one fell swoop so that Chengxiao Mountain can truly return to peace."

"And the time turbulence discovered by the explorer is related to the legendary chess game."

"Sure enough, the destination of this journey is still the chess game legend. Fortunately, the map left by the explorer has marked the destination for us."

Changli said lightly, looking towards the front of the cave, where a faint light was revealed.

Ling An silently memorized the location here and walked out of the cave.

Sure enough, the atmosphere of time turbulence became more and more obvious.

After climbing up a cliff, they saw an ancient and abandoned chessboard.

The stone chess table broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Chao Mei went forward to investigate and analyzed: "There are traces of excavation here, as if it was dug out by hand. Could it be that Wu Li?"

Chang Li spotted a current tracking device nearby and said, "Just like before, perhaps the key lies in this current tracking device."

Chaomei understood and walked to the upstream instrument and started to operate it.

The current tracer has the ability to trace back part of the time within a fixed area. With Chao Mei's operation, the broken chessboard that fell to the ground began to slowly return to its original place and became complete again.

At the same time, several blurry phantoms appeared at different locations nearby.

The phantoms were standing opposite each other. The phantom of one old man was easier to distinguish, while the phantom of the other woman was much more blurred.

Ling An walked to a phantom and heard the old man's phantom speak:

"What a great game! I never thought that we could play such a fun game in Chengxiao Mountain. Although you are young, you are unfathomable!"

Ling An waited silently, but found that the voice of the female phantom opposite the old man seemed to have been deliberately erased.

"This is the master's voice..." Chang Li said silently.

Ling An then understood that the phantom of the old man was probably Chang Li's master, Xuan Miao Zhenren.

Although the phantom opposite Master Xuanmiao was a little blurry, Ling An had a rough guess about it.

"How is it? Have you figured out anything? Who does the phantom on the opposite side look like?" Chang Li asked.

"Like... me?" Chaomei murmured to herself, her tone not quite certain.

She looked at Ling An: "Ling An, does this look like me?"

But after hearing this, Ling An looked at the phantom opposite the old man seriously, and clicked his tongue from time to time.

"Don't keep us in suspense." Chaomei urged.

Ling An nodded, jumped back into Chao Mei's arms, and analyzed rationally:

"The phantom is a bit blurry. Judging from the shape, I can only confirm about 60% of it."

Chaomei and Changli nodded together. What Ling An said made sense. There were too many people with similar body shapes.

Ling An continued, "From the lines and wrinkles on the clothes the phantom is wearing, it can be roughly confirmed that your clothes are very special and it is rare to see someone wearing the same clothes as you."

"Indeed, what Patrol Captain Ling An said makes sense." Chang Li couldn't help but praise.

"But just like this, it cannot be completely confirmed." Chaomei touched her chin and fell into thought.

"No, no, no, you don't understand." Ling An shook his head, pointed with his claws, and said, "But I can confirm this pair of legs 100%!"

Snapped!

Chao Mei slapped Ling An on the forehead.

"So, I used to be good friends with Changli's master?"

"It seems that this is correct. The legendary chess game of immortality in Chengxiao Mountain is the result of the game between you and Taoist Xuanmiao." Ling An revealed the secret.

He looked at Chao Mei: "Tsk, from just hearing about you, I feel like you used to be quite an immortal. It's true that hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person..."

Before she finished speaking, Chao Mei looked at Ling An slowly with a fake smile on her face: "If you say one more word, I'll hit your head crooked."

Ling An was very honest and kept silent.

He seemed to suddenly think of something and glanced at Changli.

Changli is a disciple of Xuanmiao Zhenren, and Xuanmiao Zhenren and Chaomei were once close friends regardless of age difference.

The relationship between the two of them actually has quite a lot of history.

As the chess player behind Jinzhou, Changli has been paying attention to the situation since Chaomei's arrival.

Could it be that Master Xuanmiao left some mission for Changli?

Or was it the Taoist Xuanmiao who told Changli the story of Chaomei since he was a child?

The tone of the old man's phantom sounded very gentle, and he was obviously someone who would do this.

In an instant, Ling An guessed what Chang Li was thinking.

Chang Li grew up hearing the legend of the "celestial being" or hero from his master. After many years, he finally waited for the legendary celestial being to reappear.

This top strategist who is good at forming alliances and making alliances and is influential in the political arena actually has a gentle place in his heart?

And the legend she had been waiting for and pursuing now appeared before her.

Ling An looked between the two of them with surprised eyes.

Especially Changli, she smiled and gave Ling An a meaningful smile in return.

It seemed that he had guessed Ling An's thoughts.

Ling An was stunned. What a subtle contrast.

The protagonist of the story, Chao Mei, was listening carefully to the conversations of several phantoms, word by word, trying to get some clues about her past from them.

Now she has no memory of Master Xuanmiao.

Seeing her persistence and seriousness, yet a bit of daze on her face, Ling An couldn't help but sigh.

However, Chang Li came forward, smiled and pointed his finger, saying: "Don't tell me, the wanderer has to find out for himself."

Her eyes fell on Chaomei, very gentle.

Ling An wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air.

Whose lilies are blooming?

But his eyes looked at Changli with a bit of pity.

Changli, oh Changli, you are destined to be disappointed.

Although you are perfect in every way, even if you bear the name of Shuoleizhili, you will still lose this time.

And will lose to me, Ling An.

Because the trendy girl who came to this world does not have the same aesthetic taste as humans!

Beside him, Chang Li seemed to have sensed Ling An's thoughts and turned around: "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just thought of some interesting things." Ling An pursed his lips.

"I guessed it." Chang Li had a look of understanding, his eyes were gentle, and he whispered, "When the hero that the master had talked about thousands of times appeared in Chang Li's eyes again, everything else is actually not important."

"Really?" Ling An was quite curious about Chang Li's inner thoughts at the moment.

"Well, sometimes, seeing is better than anything else."