I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

  Chapter 98 097. Welcome to the Poetry Festival

  The moment he fell into the sea, Lu Yi was most fortunate that he brought waterproof compressed dry food.

  In this way, if you drift on a deserted island, you won’t run out of ammunition and food.

  He saw in the clear sea that the huge whale did not come towards him. It might have simply turned over, just like a human walking on the road without noticing the life and death of the ants under his feet.

  The whale flew away, swimming at no less speed than the sailfish Lu Zan had seen on TV.

  Fortunately, it did not choose to hit the three-masted sailboat in the distance, but moved to the other side.

  At this time, Lu Zie saw the whole picture of the whale.

  In fact, it is not appropriate to call it "whale".

  The huge, one-hundred-meter-long spindle-shaped body is only a part of the monster's body.

In the deeper, the deep sea that even sunlight can hardly penetrate, on the seabed that was once covered with corals, there is a huge monster that is difficult to describe in words. The head of this whale is just its tentacles, and this Tentacles, there are at least a hundred more.

  Lu Yi even had an illusion that the island was lodged on the body of the monster, and the body of the monster was much larger than the island.

  In the dark, dark, and deep seabed, an indescribable existence is spying on Song Island from the bottom up. The human creations are just a drop in the ocean in front of them.

  Lu Yi was floating in the sea, seeing those huge tentacles, it seemed that he wanted to go up, and wanted to tie up the three-masted sailboat.

  At this moment, a flame bloomed from the fog.

  The flames are cold and blue, giving people a chilling feeling.

  Like a shooting star, it plunged directly into the water, and was not extinguished by the sea water. Instead, the flame became more and more blazing, illuminating the gloomy sea.

  Lu Yi saw that, like a signal flare, the flame sank to the bottom of the sea, surrounded by countless strange-looking fishes surrounding the cluster of flames, falling onto the monster's towering body like a mountain.

  The next moment, the sea is agitated like boiling.

  The huge monster was like paper soaked in water, suddenly twisted and torn apart.

Countless black images are ink, spread out in the sea, but quickly become the fuel of the fire. The flame spreads in the depths of the sea. Following the shadows scattered like ink, the hot waves burst from the bottom of the sea. Even Lu Zan felt a warm current on his face.

  There were three cracks on both sides of his neck, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water. However, Lu Zie always felt that the water tasted a little strange, as if it was mixed with some impurities that did not belong to nature.

Lu Zan looked towards the bottom of the sea. The flames were still burning among the complicated submarine gullies, burning the monster, or the remains of the monster. Only then did he realize that it was not a physical monster, but more like a certain monster. The illusion formed by the gathering of these microorganisms.

   floated to the surface, Lu Zan saw in the distance, a small dhow was watching the fire from the shore.

  He shouted.

  The port side of the sailboat flickered for a moment, and then it turned slightly and approached the landing trip side.

  About ten minutes later, Lu Zan finally returned to the boat again.

  "You are very lucky to see the scene where the son of God gets rid of the evil."

  In addition to the busy crew, there were three passengers on board.

  The clothes on their bodies are quite Japanese style. The upper body is a satin kimono with the left gusset, but the lower body is trousers and boots. The description is based on the description of Lu Zin’s movies, which is close to the style of the Taisho period.

  It’s just that they don’t look like traditional Asians, they are more like mixed race. One of them is a young woman with short dark gray hair, which is very eye-catching.

   "Am I lucky?"

  Lu Zan didn’t understand, he was rowing the boat like this, looking at the scenery, and suddenly he was overturned and fell into the sea. The poor boatman couldn’t figure out how many pieces were left. Is this lucky?

  "Those are filth. They are formed by the grievances of the undead on the sea. They will look like huge monsters, and they can only be eliminated with clean fire."

   The first man who spoke to Lu Zan just now said, he also wears a painter's hat on his head. Seeing Lu Zan, he took off his hat and saluted.

   "I, Tangerine is authentic, I am a painter, don’t know your surname?"

   "Lu Zhan, um, I am a director."

  Lu Yi tells the truth.

   "Is it a drama rehearsal? That's awesome."

Next to   Orange Masamune, the young man holding a folding fan clapped his hands and bowed at the same time. Although his hair is black, he has a few crimson highlights, which is quite trendy.

   "In Xia Yinping, just a poet."

  The self-proclaimed Yinping approached again and whispered to Lu Yi.

   "The lady's name is Hongye, but it's not very close, it's very cold."

"Oh."

  Lu Zie responded, not too interested.

  His target is the missing artist, so the one who appears in front of him now is definitely not the target, and they seem to have just arrived, so there is little suspicion.

"But having said that, even in the next, apart from the annual New Year's Ceremony at the Hedao Taisha Shrine, I have never seen the scene of Lord Godko attacking the filth. Now I see it, it is really shocking, it can be described as Lili When the fire is clear, Namba is full of beaches, and there is no moment when we meet, we just sigh and die."

   Yinping looked at the net fire that illuminates the bottom of the sea, and couldn’t help but make a poem by Yaxing.

  The pronunciation of the son of God in Wajima's language is the same as that of the witch, and it seems to be the title exclusive to Saiwang of Wajima Taisha.

  "How long will these net fires go out?"

Lu Yi asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flame reminded him of the Liulihuo in his bag. According to the description, Liulihuo was also used by the priest maiden of Hedao Taisha, that is, King Zhai. The power of fire will help him later.

  It’s just that when Lu Zie’s words came out, Yinping and Ju Zhengzong both looked at him with quite weird eyes. Even the woman Hongye looking at the seascape in the distance turned his head and glanced at Lu Zie, a stranger.

  "The clean fire will not be extinguished, brother Lu Zie, after these flames have burned out the filth, they will use the seabed as fuel and continue to burn forever. This is the case in the past, the present, and the same in the future."

  Orange Masamune explained.

  "If it keeps burning like this, one day, the whole sea will be in flames, right?"

  Lu Zie said casually.

   "Exactly."

  Yinping nods slightly.

  "?"

  Lu Jie was a little puzzled, why do these people seem not worried at all in this doomsday situation within reach?

"Birth and death, shed head puppets, when the line is broken, they will fall apart. Since they are studying art, then what is the important thing about life and death? Death is not the end, but another form of life, Master Lu Zie Since you are in Utashima, you should indulge in pleasure and cling to those mundane things that are wasteful."

   Yinping opened the fan with flowers and birds and Fengyue with a snap, as if not worried about safety at all, she pointed her finger forward.

  In the gradually thinning fog, there is an island standing there. It must be the song island where the poetry festival is held.

  It’s just that Lu Jie faintly saw a huge figure hiding in the mist on the island, walking above the sky.

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