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

In the mirage, Chao Mei looked at the stone gate that suddenly appeared in front of her and fell into deep thought.

The moment they entered the entrance, Ling An and Chang Li disappeared together, leaving only the stone door of the secret room in front of them.

She pondered for a moment, then reached out and pressed on the stone door.

Unexpectedly, the stone door did not require much force to push.

Looking into the secret room, it was empty and full of traces of time.

There was only a stone chessboard, sitting in the center of the secret room, as if waiting for someone.

On the side of the chessboard facing him, the black chess piece lay quietly in the chess pot.

If there was a cup of hot tea, Chaomei might have thought that this was a game of chess prepared by the host.

However, when she looked around, everything she saw at this moment seemed to be waiting for someone.

An old friend.

She walked towards the chessboard in silence and sat down leisurely.

The secret room is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

"Are you going to... play against me?"

Chaomei thought for a moment, picked up a black piece and placed it lightly on the chessboard.

The moment the chess piece fell, an illusory white piece appeared out of thin air and landed on the chessboard.

This scene was really novel. The fashionable girl pursed her lips slightly and praised secretly: "Interesting."

Just now, she had discovered some clues about this mirage.

Here, affected by the turbulence of time, the past and the present go hand in hand.

At this moment, there are two completely different timelines running side by side in the mirage, forming an eternal wonder here.

But these two timelines do not affect each other.

The white piece that appeared out of nowhere now further confirmed Chao Mei's guess.

Right now, she is in the "present" of two timelines.

Chao Mei calmly grasped the second black piece and could not help but exclaimed: "You used the power of the Year Master of Chengxiao Mountain to set up this chess game, right, Master Xuanmiao?"

There was silence in the secret room, but there seemed to be faint sounds of hearty laughter coming from it.

On the line of "the past".

In an antique secret room, an old man with white hair and eyebrows stroked his beard with one hand and held a paper in the other.

This is an elegant room. Judging from its structure, it is no different from the secret room that Chaomei entered, but the quietly burning incense burner and a few sprouting green branches all reveal a sense of vitality.

Master Xuanmiao looked at the chessboard in front of him and saw that the black piece had already made two moves.

He laughed loudly, looking quite happy and free.

"I have been working on this chess game for a hundred years, and finally I have waited until this moment. How happy I am!"

There was no one in front of him, but he seemed to be talking to an invisible ghost.

"The world is like a chess game. I remember when I entered the game, I knew it would be like this. There are new pieces in the game. How can you beat me in this game?"

"It seems that the chess piece is not here, but in the mirage." Chao Mei said lightly towards the empty secret room in front of her.

"That's right. How can such supreme chess skills be seen on this tiny chessboard? The mirage here is the real chess field. Let's see who of the black and white pieces can break the final game of this mirage." Taoist Xuanmiao also spoke towards the emptiness in front of him.

There was no sound in the secret room, but the two people responded to each other tacitly.

"I agree." Chaomei whispered.

"Let this game end my soul's wandering for a hundred years." Master Xuanmiao smiled faintly and dropped a white piece on the chessboard.

at the same time.

In the mirage, Changli looked at the mechanism in front of him and thought silently.

The layout of the mirage gave her a familiar feeling, as if something was guiding her to the final destination.

But this technique was so subtle that she felt as if she had seen and felt it somewhere before.

Several remnant elephants emerged from the snow and advanced towards her.

She thought about it, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She got it.

A ray of red fire suddenly ignited on her arm, and she drew her sword quickly, and rushed towards the remaining elephant.

"Forget it, Master... So what if I'm just a chess piece in your game?" Chang Li murmured, his figure erratic and agile.

On the chessboard, the white pieces took the lead and seemed to be in the lead.

the other side.

Ling An was walking in the snow, and Duan Li followed him silently, keeping a subtle distance between them intentionally or unintentionally.

It's neither abrupt nor out of place, yet there's a hint of distance.

"Why are you so far away from me?" Ling An asked, turning around.

Duan Li stopped silently and whispered, "I can't control my ability well now, I'm afraid of disturbing you..."

Ling An looked at her clenched little hands, and the places where the bandages were tied, faintly revealed scars, some new and some old.

"Will you even hurt yourself?" Ling An asked.

"Yeah." Duan Li looked at Ling An, "I also want to become as strong as you one day!"

"Why do you want to become so strong? No matter how powerful you are, there is no such thing as a free moment." Ling An said leisurely.

He was not in Versailles, he just spoke truthfully about his situation.

The stagnant force did suppress some of Ming-style power.

But the crisis has not been resolved. After all, he only inherited one of the powers of time.

The future is still unknown. Even with his current power, he can only follow Chao Mei and take things one step at a time.

In fact, Ling An had thought about what would happen if he had not left the Silent Zone with Chao Mei?

But the outcome of the matter is obvious.

The worst case scenario is that he will be killed on the spot by Chaomei and won’t survive more than one episode.

The best case scenario is that Chao Mei is soft-hearted and allows him to develop in the silent zone, which is what Ling An wanted at the beginning.

But even so, in the subsequent Ming-style revival battle, he still could not escape the control of the Wuxiang Xianzhu.

Even if Chao Mei hadn't helped, the consciousness named Ling An would most likely have already become silent.

The Lord Wuxiang Xian needs a weapon, but as a weapon, he does not need Ling An's consciousness.

In an instant, he thought a lot, and his eyes looking at Duanli became unfocused.

However, Duanli just stared at Ling An, and said with the seriousness that only a child can have:

“Just do what you can. If I could be as strong as you, the village wouldn’t be slaughtered by the elephants, and there wouldn’t be so many more people like me who would be displaced.”

Without waiting for Ling An's reply, she continued, "If I were strong, I would make sure that people like me in the world could have enough food to eat, could live in good houses, and could avoid being killed by the dead elephants!"

“I want everyone to live with a smile!”

Duanli's voice was extremely childish, but every word struck Ling An's heart.

He stared at him in a daze. Has this child been thinking about these things since he was so young?

After experiencing pain myself, the first thing I thought of was not to let others experience it too.

Because we have been caught in the rain, we need to hold up an umbrella, an umbrella that can protect everyone from getting wet.

"You will do it." Ling An said affirmatively.

"I can do it!" Duanli raised his head with an upbeat temperament.

On the other side, Changli also whispered as he chopped down the last remaining elephant.