Yu Ling couldn't explain how she felt after meeting and parting in a hurry.

The most perfect result is that everything is fine for Zichenruo, and Feng Lingxing still maintains the status quo, but this situation cannot last forever, and Zichenruo will also live in hard struggle and hard work.

Therefore, Yu Ling is sometimes very contradictory. No matter which position he stands on, he will definitely cause harm to the other party, but if he does not help each other and looks on coldly, Zi Chenruo will be in fatal danger again.

He actually didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. Maybe he could only get an answer when he looked back in the future.

Yu Ling slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put the matter aside for the time being, and sorted out her thoughts for a while.

If nothing unexpected happens, the final competition venue should be in this dead city, but they don’t know what the assessment goals set by the competition committee are.

For Yu Ling, the most important thing now is to find the source of that weird sound, otherwise if this continues, he will be dragged to death sooner or later at the critical moment.

He silently calculated that this sound appeared four times in total. The interval between the first and second times was about half a minute, the interval between the second and third times was forty or fifty minutes, and the interval between the third and third times was about forty or fifty minutes.

The interval between four times is more than an hour.

There seems to be no particularly obvious pattern, but what is certain is that the interval between occurrences will be extended to a certain extent.

The next time, which is the fifth time it appears, it should be more than two hours later?

Moreover, the degree of interference to him will be greatly increased, and it is expected that he may lose the ability to protect himself in five or six seconds.

You can no longer be so passive, it is best to prepare in advance.

Yu Ling rubbed the center of her eyebrows and pondered silently.

Unknowingly, he reached the core area of ​​the City Lord's Mansion. As soon as Yu Ling took a step in, he had to quickly step back because the death energy inside was so strong that it was suffocating. Even if he was constantly circulating life,

Spending even a few minutes in there can cause big problems.

But why is there such dense death energy?

Yu Ling glanced inside through the courtyard door, and saw that the pavilions and pavilions were exquisitely carved, and the crowds among them were extremely lively, especially the many men and women in gorgeous clothes sitting on both sides of the courtyard creek, seeming to be having some kind of drinking ceremony.

The elegant things of Qushui.

Yu Ling sent out a ray of soul thought and slowly approached those people, trying to hear clearly what they were talking about.

"Brother Xuan Yu, you lost this game." In the shady little pavilion, a man dressed as a scholar smiled and held a black chess piece in his hand. After gently placing a piece, he slowly spoke.

"Brother Gao Yang, it's too early to talk about victory or defeat at this moment." The man in green shirt on the opposite side dropped a white chess without changing his expression, and the situation in the chess game suddenly reversed.

"Brother Xuan Yu's move is really wonderful. I lost." The scribe was stunned for a long time, and the chess piece in his hand could not fall down. He could only say with a wry smile.

"Brother Gao Yang, don't belittle yourself. If you had played here, this game might have continued." The man in green shirt stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the chess board.

The scribe shook his head and said: "It's just a desperate struggle. Even if you can survive for a quarter of an hour, you can't reverse the defeat."

The man in green shirt lowered his eyes silently and said: "There are few miracles in the chess game, but the vast world of mortals cannot be played in one game. There are endless possibilities in the world. Maybe if we linger for a quarter of an hour, the whole situation will be different."

The scribe seemed to have a hint of sneer: "Why, he has come to this point, do you still think he can make a comeback?"

"Maybe, maybe not." The man in blue shirt sighed softly.

The scribe picked up the black chess pieces one by one and cleaned up the mess: "There will be no miracles. The Weitian Kingdom is over. From now on, there will only be Jiuxiang."

The man in green shirt also gathered up the white chess piece and said calmly: "No matter what, he at least held on until the last moment. If the new king comes to the throne in the future, I will not go. Because... I only recognize him as your majesty."

The scribe's face suddenly changed, his fingertips trembled, and all the black chess pieces splashed all over the floor. He stared at the man in green shirt closely, with a deep gloom flashing in his eyes: "Just pretend that I have never heard what you just said.

Yes. If you still want to live, you'd better put away such thoughts."

The man in green shirt just smiled faintly, his expression full of carefreeness that transcended life and death.

On the small river not far away, an exquisite bronze wine cup was floating down from the upstream, floating in front of a young scholar.

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, chanting in a loud voice: "The golden horse of Yutang comes out of Xuandu. Even if you look at it from afar in the ordinary day, it is nowhere to be found. I borrow a bridle from the sky for comfort. I will walk all over the world without having to chew cud."

"What a poem, what a poem!" A young boy who was dozing across the street rubbed his eyes, then clapped his hands without thinking and shouted loudly.

People around him chuckled, and an old man with a fluttering white beard stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "The poem is a good poem, but do you know what is good about it?"

"Ah?" The young man was stunned and stammered: "Anyway, none of Fan Caizi's poems are bad..."

"Excuse me." The young scholar smiled gently.

"Hmph, I think this poem is just average. It's so messed up that I don't know what it's talking about!" A young man in rich clothes curled his lips disdainfully.

"What do you think Mr. Lian has to say?" Fan Caizi said calmly and calmly.

The young man in brocade clothes stood up triumphantly and paced back and forth a few times in a pretentious manner, attracting looks of disgust from the people around him.

"Bah!" He closed the folding fan and chanted seriously: "How about you listen to this poem by me? I haven't thought of a name yet, so I'll leave it to you colleagues for appreciation."

The young man in brocade clothes shook his head and said: "A small river flows eastward, and talented people on both sides drink together. They are drunk and passionate, and four poems are paired together to compose a beautiful poem."

"Good poem, really good poem..." Before anyone could say anything, the young man fell into narcissism.

Everyone: "..."

Fan Caizi silently filled up his glass and continued to let the glass flow down the river, pretending not to hear anything.

"What? Why don't you say anything? Are you shocked by my talent? But it doesn't matter, I allow you to taste it slowly!" The young man in brocade waved his hand generously.

"Who's next?" Fan Caizi still looked gentle and gentle.

"Fan Caizi! Are you admitting defeat?" The young man in brocade clothes looked at him sideways.

Fan Caizi paused for several seconds before silently speaking: "I lost..."

The young man in gilded clothes suddenly became full of energy and looked scornful: "Hahaha, let me tell you, I am a genius! You don't need to read those poems and songs, but you are still one of the few great writers in the world! Get a pen and paper quickly.

, I want to write this poem down and make it famous all over the world!"

Everyone held their foreheads helplessly, and the young man who had just dozed off said to his companions in disbelief: "How could I have given birth to such a weird son even though I am so wise and wise? I think I can write a random poem much better than this."

"

The companion calmly replied: "Don't look down on Mr. Lian, at least his poems still rhyme."

"It's nothing but rhymes." The boy spread his hands.

"No, there are still one, two, three and four that are very neat."

The young man suddenly suppressed his laughter until his stomach hurt.

His companion glanced at Fan Caizi from a distance and lowered his voice: "Do you think Fan Caizi will go to the capital to become an official?"

"It will definitely happen. With his outstanding talent and ambition, wouldn't it be a pity not to go to the capital?"

"But he once said that he wanted to seek peace for the people of Weitian, not Jiuxiang."

"Oh, times have changed. People always have to learn to be flexible."

"Do you also think His Majesty will definitely lose?"

"Shh! You don't want your life, and you still dare to call him your majesty? If the guards of Jiuxiang Palace hear it, you will not be taken to the prison, and you will never get out in this life!"

The two of them were whispering when suddenly a figure hurriedly appeared from a distance, with an unexplainable complex expression on his face. He took a deep breath and said: "Bian Changzhen has disappeared inexplicably, Weitian Kingdom... Weitian Kingdom is over!"

"Plop!"
Chapter completed!