I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

  Chapter 721 "Speaking Peak Justice" (4K)

  This is an old town.

  ——"Uke".

  Uke is located in the basin, surrounded by mountains.

  The branch rivers that flowed from the Euphrates and Tigris, passed through the town and merged into a small lake.

  Before the war broke out, this was also a poor town.

  The sallow-skinned locals have hollow eyes and indifferent faces.

  They are in ragged clothes, lying, sitting, or sleeping, on the side of the road, on the roof, on the bank of the river.

  There are more people hiding in the shadows that can bring them a sense of security.

before,

  There were boring geographers who discussed the reasons for the formation of the Wuke town basin.

  Some people say that after the bottom hull was changed, the ground where the entire town was located was sinking;

  Some people say that there is a rich underground river system below the town, with tired days and months, moisturizing things silently, and the ground gradually sinking, forming this landform;

  It is also said that many, many years ago, a meteorite fell from the sky and directly smashed a crater here.

  The specific reasons have not been studied.

  After all, this is just a poor town that no one cares about.

Who cares how the   basin was formed?

  After the people are summoned,

  This small town has also experienced the baptism of riots.

  After being plundered by the veterans, the place was devastated, and only a mess was left.

   "This is a human being."

this day,

  A man with silver-white hair passed by here.

  He is wearing a clean white robe with delicate lace. Under the robe, there is a dark and supple inner lining, and a pair of thick round-toed leather boots are walking under the feet. The man walks on the road with a smile on his face. It feels like the wind blowing on the grassland, which is elusive, but it is difficult to feel bad.

  "Excuse me, do you want to buy rare-level items? As long as, as long as 300 points!"

  When the white-haired man passed by, a woman with dried blood on her clothes staggered and sold rare items to the man.

   She lowered her voice, and she dared to see that the man was well-dressed. Otherwise, the rare-level props can exchange a lot of food at the gathering place next door for the seniors. Under normal circumstances, she would never dare to expose the precious rare-level props.

  The white-haired man shook his head and walked a few steps faster.

The woman bit her lower lip hard, moved closer, and said in a smaller voice, "I am very skilled, 200 points are fine. Please, please, I'm so hungry. Even...I can do it. ."

   "Oh, what a headache."

  The white-haired man smiled and rubbed his hair: “I’m not yours. And, I’m sorry to tarnish your determination. I don’t like women.”

  The local woman who sells [rare class] props has a startled expression upon hearing the words.

  She looked at the man’s face, with flawless features, and a gentle smile. She would be willing to change it to a peaceful age, even if it was an inverted post. However, such a perfect man actually doesn't like women... Hiss, it's a pity.

   "Shhh."

The white-haired man put his white index finger on his lips. He turned his head and looked around. He saw that in the dark, there were a lot of eager eyes peeping here, he could only sigh helplessly, and took out a package from his arms. , Took out a dry bread from the package.

   "Eat."

  The woman hesitated for a moment, but still took the bread and gnawed at it.

  After a while, the bread is finished.

  When she raised her head intently, the windy man, I don’t know when, has long since disappeared.

  ……

  After doing a trivial thing.

  The white-haired man came to a church.

  The door of the church was open, and the benches used for prayer inside fell to the ground.

  In a corner of the church, near the wall, an empty space was deliberately vacated. There, seven or eight corpses were neatly laid out. There are various wounds on each corpse. Some corpses were already cold, and some were still warm, and seemed to have just died.

  Their age, time of death, and method of death have nothing in common. But the only thing they have in common is that at this moment, they are all put in a straight posture, facing up to the sky, with their eyes closed. Their hands, with their fingers crossed, were closed to their chests, which seemed to be a prayer posture.

  On the chest of each corpse, a bright white flower was quietly placed. This ordinary white flower dilutes the sadness of death and adds a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

  A thin young man in a black priest costume, turned his back to the open church door, and bowed his head in prayer.

  When the white-haired man stepped into the church, the young priest gave a light sigh and put on a ring: "Excuse me, you are here to pray...Huh? The Great Sage?"

  The young priest turned his head and stared. The round frame on the bridge of his nose was tilted to one side.

ten minutes later.

  The young priest moved two clean stools in front of the statue of the goddess with only half of his body left in the church, and the upper body had already collapsed. Then he moved another table and sat with the white-haired man.

  The young priest writhed slightly on the stool with a nervous expression on his expression, seeming a little uncomfortable.

  "The Great Sage..."

  After the awkward silence, the young priest plucked up the courage to raise his head, and when he was about to break the silence, the white-haired man smiled vigorously. His gentle smile made people feel like a spring breeze. He magically took out a box of chess from his robe.

   "Shhh, don't talk," the white-haired man smiled and blinked: "Let's have a game of chess!"

  The young priest was stunned.

  But after a while,

  They still played chess.

  At the beginning, the young priest was somewhat restrained.

  The offensive of the white-haired man is very methodical, not hurried, and feels like boiling a frog in warm water.

  But it was this kind of chess style. While playing, the young priest looked at his empty camp, the "Queen" who was trembling and besieged among a group of soldiers and horses, stunned.

   "Come again."

  The white-haired man smiled slightly, looked very happy, and another round came.

  Second game.

  The young priest came to have a temper, and his chess moves gradually revealed his murderous spirit.

  As for the white-haired man, he still responded calmly. Those who should be killed don't kill, and those who can be killed stay for a while, as if they are not in a hurry at all.

  Come down for a few minutes.

  The young priest found that his "delicate queen" was surrounded again.

  No more.

  He felt that he lost inexplicably.

  But I am convinced.

   "Worthy of being a great sage."

  The young priest does not want to play.

   "Come again."

  The white-haired man seemed addicted to playing, rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to re-set the chess on the messy board.

  "Great Sage, you are..."

   "Xiaozheng Boy~ Ah, I haven't seen each other for ten years. We have become separated between you and me."

"is teacher."

  Young priest, whose real name is "Yanfeng Justice", and his nickname is "Xiaozheng".

  The familiar tone of the white-haired man made Yan Feng just lower his head, and quickly succumbed to the majesty of the white-haired young man, obediently changing his name.

  But his face, obviously, looks a little bit happy.

  The two chat freely.

  The third round has begun.

   "Xiaozheng Boy, I haven't seen you in ten years, you have grown up."

   "The teacher still hasn't changed at all."

   "Yes," the white-haired man sighed, took a move at random, then touched his face, and said seriously: "In my long life, this handsome face is my only worry."

  Yanfeng justice: "..."

  He played chess silently, trying to change his style of play.

  Snake-shaped position, false and true, hard to distinguish between true and false...Well, Yanfeng Justice lost even faster in this round. Yanfeng Justice suddenly recalled the fear of being caught by the teacher and killed thousands of times in the boring days of the moving mountain in the wandering sea ten years ago.

  Yanfeng was just started the fourth round.

  While down, he couldn't help but speak again: "Teacher, long time no see."

   "Yes, it's been ten years."

  The white-haired man Wen Tun Tun played chess and said with a smile.

   "You came today because of..."

   "Play chess, oh, Xiaozheng, you don't know, no one wants to play chess with me in that lifeless place."

  It’s strange that someone is willing to accompany you.

  Yanfeng justice secretly complained in his heart.

  No one wants to keep savoring the taste of losing and losing, losing again and again, losing to the blood.

  "Do you know why you lost?"

  The white-haired man asked with a smile.

   "Because the teacher is so skilled."

   Yanfeng answered fairly and honestly.

   "No, I'm not really strong." As he said, a fair "horse" of Yanfeng broke the halberd and sank into the sand, and the horse's legs were interrupted, and he retired from the battlefield sadly.

  Yanfeng justice: "..."

  "Most human beings only like to look at the'now', but I like to look at the'now','past', and'future'."

  "Teacher, normal people don’t use the ‘prophecy’ ability when playing chess."

   Yanfeng just raised his head and glanced at the white-haired man, feeling a little nervous.

"You don't understand," the white-haired man smiled: "What is the past, what is the present, and what is the future? When you really understand it, you will find that the past, present, and future are nothing but countless lines. , The mystery formed by the intersection. You and I are both in the mystery."

   "But teacher, you still won."

   "Because, I'm playing chess."

  Yanfeng justice: "..."

  "How is the past ten years?"

  The white-haired man did not continue to delve into this topic.

   Still playing chess is interesting.

  He asked about the life of Yanfeng Gongyi over the years.

  Yanfeng listened impartially, and was silent for a long time, until the chessboard was empty again, before he replied: "General, teacher."

   "Hey, you really are still blaming me."

  The white-haired man pouted his lips.

"Don't dare, teacher." Yanfeng Justice took a deep breath: "I have a dirty lineage flowing in my body. I have inherited a despicable surname. The teacher can accept me as a disciple. Justice is really happy. After all, teacher , But what about the'Great Sage'."

  "Do you know why, after ten years of absence, I and you will meet again at this moment and here?" the white-haired man asked.

   "The disciple is very curious."

"Everything in the world has laws. Just like that sentence, each of us is in a mystery without knowing it. Ten years ago, you were expelled from the sea of ​​hesitation for the reason of'cheating in chess'. , Was sent to the temple church, in this barren land, as a little pastor, do you know the reason?"

   Yanfeng just said helplessly: "Teacher, you should know that it is because of the blood in my body that I resist this place."

   "No," the white-haired man smiled: "Everyone exists for a reason. The words are fair, remember, you and me are both part of the mystery."

Then,

  When Yanfeng was distracted, he lost another game.

  He placed the chess silently, ready to start the next game.

  Ten years, the teacher hasn’t had such a long discussion with him for a long time.

  And he still doesn’t understand.

  But he missed this feeling very much.

When   Yanfeng Gongyi was very young, because of the surname "Yanfeng", he was so stunned.

  His teacher also told him the hidden story in this surname.

  So, Yan Feng is fair, and I can’t wait to change my name.

  Then, the teacher named him a name.

  ——"Speaking Peak Justice".

  He came here ten years ago, with faith in his heart, and quietly studying the "miracle" of the Templar Church.

  Later, the teacher wrote quietly, saying that everything has a reason, and he will understand it someday.

  However, ten years later, Yan Fengzheng still has a dazed face, and he doesn't understand why he was expelled from the sea of ​​hesitation by the teacher in the first place.

  But he believed what the teacher said.

  Because, his teacher is a person who has survived for an unknown period of time in the hesitation sea, like a mystery-the great sage.

  Wandering in the sea, some people once suspected that the great sage might have the genes of ancient fantasy creatures in his body, so he could survive for that long.

  To put it simply...he is not a human being.

  That’s why he can live to the present.

  In the world, very few people know the name of the great sage of the wandering sea.

  It just so happened that Yanfeng Gongyi was one of the people who knew the name of the great sage.

  That was when Yanfeng Justice was still young, and he was so miserably abused on the chessboard that he couldn't help crying. The teacher quietly told Yanfeng Justice to comfort him.

  The great sage watched Yan Feng just start to play chess in silence. He gently pressed Yan Feng's hand to stop his movement. He took out a pocket watch and glanced at it, and sighed in an exaggerated manner: "Oh, time is too late for another round."

   Yanfeng looked at his teacher justly.

   "Here, I will send you."

  The Great Sage handed a handmade doll to Yanfeng Justice.

  Yanfeng took a fair look and found that the doll was somewhat similar to himself: wearing a black priest's clothing, with a cross on his neck, short brown hair, and old-fashioned round glasses on the bridge of his nose. The overall style of the doll is slightly cartoonish, looking a little cute and cute.

  "Teacher, is this?" Yanfeng was just suspicious.

  I haven’t seen you in ten years, come here?

  "Gift," the great sage smiled: "Actually, it should be a reward. Do things for the teacher and me."

   "I knew it." Yan Feng just bowed his head and muttered to himself, but carefully put the doll next to his body and hid it, but he did not refuse, and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

   "I'll tell you later." The great sage got up, patted the dust on his clean white robe, which actually didn't exist, and walked out the door step by step. The gentle sunlight fell on the great sage, making him an incarnation of light, making Yan Feng just stare at the figure from behind, almost giving birth to an impulse to worship.

   "By the way~www.novelmt.com~ my other disciple, I will come here later to help you accomplish one thing. She is a beautiful woman."

   "Okay, teacher." Yan Feng just lowered his head, didn't ask much, and didn't have much interest.

   "The weather is really good today." The great sage raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked up at the sky. He stretched his white fingers in front of him, and the sunlight passed through his fingers, casting a patch of mottle on his face. At this time, the great sage was silent for a while, turned his back to Yan Feng, and suddenly said: "Do you remember my name?"

   "Remember, teacher." Yan Feng said justly.

   "Call it once, it's been a long time since I heard someone call my name."

   "Good teacher."

  "?"

   "...Merlin."

  Merlin walked out contentedly.

  "Speaking Peak is fair,"

  Meiling suddenly sighed, facing the sun and back to Yan Feng, he called out his full name.

"goodbye."

  (End of this chapter)