When it came to the poem, "Where can I find a bosom friend?"
In fact, the source of the poem was somewhere not far away.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle …
Water was flowing on a high mountain.
An old man in a green robe was sitting cross-legged on a rock and playing the guqin.
"Moo, moo, moo …"
Around him, a dozen tall and muscular Minotaurs were sitting in a circle. They were exactly the Minotaurs who had planned to go to Mechanism City of Mohism after they split up on the battlefield at Blackwood Cliff!
Playing the guqin to a cow was supposed to be a derogatory idiom, but it fit the situation perfectly.
This was because these Minotaurs did not attack like those in the canyon. Instead, they all shook their heads and listened to the music seriously. When they heard the beauty of the music, they would breathe out white gas from time to time. Together with the surrounding mountains and rivers, it was really a scene like a painting.
"Gulu?"
However, the harmonious picture was soon broken.
"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu …?"
A new member of a different race passed by and made a bubbling sound.
"Minotaurs, what are you doing here? Didn't you say that you were going to attack the city with us? Did you fall behind on purpose to take advantage of us? "
They also sent messages through mental waves.
It was an alien race known as the "Gollum". It looked similar to the creature in the Lord of the Rings. The bone spears in its hands were even adorned with human skulls that had been skinned as spoils of war and food reserves!
"Gulu (It's a human being)!"
Because it was short, the Gulu didn't notice the old man who was playing the guqin who was surrounded by the Minotaurs until it approached.
In the Legendary test, it was not without benefits for the alien races to participate in the battle.
As long as Dragon City was defeated, the power of providence of Dragon City would be divided according to the contribution of the alien races that participated in the battle, which would be used to improve the comprehensive strength of their own race and civilization.
Because of this, the alien race wasn't as united as Dragon City had originally thought.
Although revenge on Dragon City was still their primary goal, they had an absolute advantage, and the two parties inevitably competed with each other.
"(Gulu, Gulu) Kill that human being and chop off his head for food!"
A ferocious look appeared in the eyes of one of the Gollums as he leaped onto the ground and charged forward.
However, just as the Guru jumped over the minotaur's head and pounced on the zither-playing old man, he swung the bone spear in his hand at the old man's head, trying to reap his head.
"Pa!"
Suddenly, its neck was grabbed by a hand with a split hoof.
"Moo, moo!"
The eyes of the Minotaurs turned blood-red, and they angrily spat out white gas from their mouths, surrounding the Gru. Then, as the Gru screamed, the Minotaurs stomped down with their thick hooves, turning it into a pile of meat paste.
"Gulu, Gulu (Damn Minotaurs, what are you doing)?"
A bunch of Grunts showed angry expressions on their faces. Who would have thought that the simple-looking tauren would backstab their companions?
"Moo, moo!"
The Minotaurs, on the other hand, stared at the Gollums with their red eyes. They inhaled, and their bodies expanded as if they were being inflated. Then, they charged at the Gollums!
Boya, the Zither Saint, was a Legendary hero. His talent was that he could turn the people who heard his music into his bosom friends.
Yes, Boya wasn't Yu Boya!
Boya, the Zither Saint, didn't have the character Yu.
His surname was Yu, and his given name was Boya, which was made up by Feng Menglong at the end of the Ming Dynasty.
Speaking of Feng Menglong, this Legendary hero actually had a chance to come to Dragon City, but Ji Ye turned him down!
As a web novelist of that era, Feng Menglong had a bad habit of using ancient celebrities as the protagonists in his novels and made up a lot of stories.
Changing the Zither Saint's name was only one of them. To increase sales, he even made up a bunch of evil stories such as Su Dongpo's concubine changing horses, Zhuangzi testing his wife, and Wang Anshi being an animal. However, many modern people couldn't tell the difference. They regarded his stories as historical facts and cursed the heroes!
For that reason, when Ji Ye performed an offering that might be related to him, he even specifically requested that Feng Menglong and Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng not be allowed to come to this world.
After all, for many ancient people, reputation was more important than anything else. If Feng Menglong really arrived at the Dragon City settlement, a lot of people would probably fight him in real life!
Therefore, for the sake of harmony in the settlement, it was best that the guy didn't come yet.
"Gulu, Gulu (It's the sound) …"
The Gollums were obviously smarter than the Minotaurs and soon realized that it was the music. So, while fighting the Minotaurs, they beat the drums made of human skulls, trying to wake the Minotaurs up!
However, they couldn't make any sound at all.
[Hao Zhong]
[Level: Transcendent Rank-6]
[Rarity: Legendary]
[Description: One of the four legendary zithers in ancient times. The sound of the zither is deafening like the sound of a bell and the sound of a horn. It can suppress the sound of all musical instruments in a certain range!]
"Moo! Moo!
The Minotaurs and the Gollums fought with each other, and the ground was covered with blood. In the flowing blood, an old man with a high hat and a broad belt played the guqin leisurely. His quaint clothes matched the sound of the guqin, echoing in the high mountains and flowing rivers!
At the same time, higher up the mountain, a cloud that covered several kilometers was surging.
At the center of the cloud were two trees. One was a jujube tree, and the other was a jujube tree.
Below the two jujube trees was a gray chessboard with nineteen squares. Two people were sitting and playing chess.
"Think of the Seven Dangers, Touch the Nine Palaces, Travel the Eight Extremities, and Dominate the World!"
On the right, a middle-aged man with light blue hair and a blue cloak chanted and put a white piece on the chessboard.
"Pa!"
As soon as the piece was put down, the cloud that was several kilometers in diameter suddenly surged as if it was stimulated by something.
The person on the left was dressed in a simple yellow robe without any fancy patterns. He was holding a black piece in his hand.
"Pa!"
When the man in yellow placed the black chess piece on the chessboard, the surrounding white fog seemed to be suppressed, and it became much more sluggish.
"My friend, you came alone and fell into the Dense Fog's trap. You've become a puppet of the Dense Fog Race. You can only use 70% or 80% of your chess skills at most. How can you beat me? "
The man in yellow raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in blue.
"70% or 80% of my skills might be able to beat you."
"Moreover, I don't have to beat you. I just need to play with you and consume your talent ability and power of providence. By then, your Heaven and Earth Chess Game will collapse on itself, and they will help me tear you into pieces. "
A thin layer of white fog appeared in the eyes of the man in blue, and he put down another white piece.
Black "ghosts" appeared one after another in the surging white mist. There was a Cyclops that was more than ten meters tall, a spider with 32 legs, a stone creature that looked like a statue, and even a human.
The Dense Fog race was a race that Dragon City was familiar with. They could control other creatures and turn them into puppets.
The villain on the left side of the chessboard was Zonghengzi, also known as Evil Chess. He had been careless when he went to kill the alien race and fell into the ambush.
At this moment, he was controlled by the Dense Fog race, and they were trying to break the chessboard set up by the man in yellow.
"I'm afraid they won't be able to reach me."
While the man in yellow spoke, he thought for a moment and continued to put down a piece.
Pa, pa, pa, pa …
As they sped up, the shadows approached the chessboard one after another.
A Cyclops stretched out a hand that was as thick as a table and tried to kill the man in yellow who was playing chess. However, wrinkles appeared on its skin as it stretched its arm toward the chessboard.
"Pa!"
When the arm covered the man in yellow and smacked him, the arm turned into a pile of dust as if it were a piece of rotten wood.
A translucent yellow dragon appeared on the man in yellow and raised a gust of wind to blow the dust away so that it wouldn't fall on the chessboard.
Not just the Cyclops, the other puppets became slower and slower as they approached the chessboard. Their faces quickly aged, and a large part of their hair withered.
Although all the creatures that were swallowed by the Dense Fog turned into puppets, they were still alive.
They weren't undead creatures like the Soul race. The fact that they withered so quickly could only mean one thing. The chessboard or chess game had some Transcendent power that could interfere with time!
[Lanke Chess Game]
[Level: Transcendent Rank-6]
[Rarity: Legendary]
[Description: 1. It can slow down the time in a certain range.
2. It has been endowed with the talent ability "Heaven and Earth Chess Game" by the hero Huang Longshi. All the players can't leave the chessboard before the game is over.]
Huang Longshi, the Chess Saint, was named Qiu. His courtesy name was Yuetian, and his nickname was Longshi.
Together with Fan Xiping and Shi Xiangxia, he was known as the Three Chess Saints of the Qing Dynasty. His style of playing was unconventional, and he left a famous game called "Blood and Tears".
As the two players took turns to place their pieces, the outcome of the game was showing.
The white pieces gained the upper hand step by step, and the surging Dense Fog had spread around the chessboard. It was only one step away from the two players!
"Haha, are you unsettled because of them?"
The Evil Chess placed another piece and built a dragon that was more than a quarter of the white pieces on the chessboard. He sneered at Huang Longshi.
In the Dense Fog, a few human puppets were already close to the chessboard. They were aging and decaying under the influence of the accelerated time.
In order to save those people, Huang Longshi had to speed up his moves, which led to a deviation in his plan.
Although it was a long test, the situation was already unsalvageable.
"Roar!"
The churning fog in the surroundings had even gathered together, forming an almost substantial "Fog Dragon" that stood behind Huang Longshi with its mouth wide open, waiting to swallow him the moment he lost.
Whoosh!
Exactly at this moment, the man in yellow, who had been thinking for a long time, placed another black piece.
The dragon that the white pieces built was suddenly cut in half, and the situation was reversed. Because the game had come to the middle, there was nothing the black pieces could do after the dragon was slain!
"Roar!"
Correspondingly, the "dragon" condensed from the mist roared violently, attempting to swallow the two people who were playing chess in one gulp. However, the moment the black piece was placed, an invisible force had arrived and turned it into ashes and smoke under the power of rules that it couldn't resist at all!
The "Evil Chess" on the other side also closed his eyes the moment the dragon was slaughtered, and his figure came to a halt.
Several minutes later, the motionless Evil Chess suddenly opened its eyes again. The white fog in its eyes was gone, and its strength had even increased to Transcendent Rank-6!
"Fellow Daoist, you were willing to take the risk and use yourself as bait to lure the Dense Fog race to this place. What a dangerous move!"
Huang Longshi remarked with mixed feelings.
"Those who have died once are naturally more indifferent to life and death than others.
"Besides, I'm sure that the Dense Fog race isn't good at chess. If you want to break your Heaven and Earth Chess Game, you have to leave some of my consciousness intact and not erase my true soul. In that case, I can lure it to death step by step according to the plan we practiced earlier. I can even use its power after I kill it! "
The Evil Chess looked indifferent, as if putting his life under the control of an alien race was nothing out of the ordinary.
"The aliens are rampant. The other settlements need reinforcements. I'll be going now."
Nodding at the Chess Saint, Huang Longshi, the Evil Chess opened its mouth and roared. A white crane flew over from the sky and carried the Evil Chess into the sea of clouds.
"Immortals wait to ride the yellow crane, while sailors follow the white gull. Looking up at the blue sky, while holding hands. Black and white are in harmony, and the clouds are filled with vigor! "
…
On the same mountain, a grand banquet was being held at a certain location!
There were tall mountains, dense forests, and a clear stream. A wine cup floated in the flowing stream. When the cup stopped in front of someone, that person had to pick up the cup and either drink or write a poem!
"The ninth year of Yonghe, at the beginning of spring …"
In a pavilion on the mountain, a middle-aged scholar in black clothes was pouring wine into his mouth with one hand and holding a pen in the other. He was writing something drunkenly.
"Good! Well written! Well written!"
"Let's drink a toast."
"How long will life be when you're drunk and sing?!"
Lively shouts and shouts were heard all around.
They were all scholars dressed in different attires, and their faces were clearly distinguished between ugly and beautiful.
They were either reciting poems, drinking wine, or playing games like pitch-a-pot.
However, in the eyes of the viewers on Earth, those people actually had another face.
For example, there was a Confucian scholar whose hair was coarsely combed into nine thin braids. He was currently eating a fruit, but in reality, he was a nine-headed snake demon whose nine heads were fighting over the fruit.
There was a Confucian scholar who was waving a fan in his hand, and a Transcendent Lich who was surrounded by chilly winds … There were also some weeds growing on the soil, revealing a pair of earthy yellow eyes. There were even creatures that were completely formed from air … It was as if the demon king in Journey to the West was holding a banquet, with demons dancing wildly!
These creatures were all of a different race, but they thought they were human scholars. All of this was clearly caused by the middle-aged scholar in black who was drinking wine and writing a piece of text.
He was Wang Xizhi, a Legendary hero whose talent ability was Master of Calligraphy. He had created an illusion by writing words. Before his power of providence ran out, his enemies had to be stronger than him, or they wouldn't be able to get rid of the illusion!
Together with the legendary Preface to the Collection of the Orchid Pavilion, which was also a legendary masterpiece, it directly involved twenty to thirty inferior alien races.
However, he could only stall them. Even though Wang Xizhi was Transcendent Rank-5, he couldn't fight the twenty aliens head-on.
"Brother Wu, I can't hold on any longer. How much longer do you need?"
Apart from Wang Xizhi, there was only one other human being in the party.
He was a middle-aged man in a gray robe. His hair and beard were hard, and he was holding a brush that was half the height of a grown man. He was writing murals on the rocks on the ground, and he didn't look like a regular scholar!
"It doesn't matter. I've prepared a few paintings. We can stall them if necessary."
"No, that's not right …"
While they talked, one of them was so handsome that he was glowing. The scholar, who was wearing a cloak made of white feathers, looked confused, and white light flashed in his eyes.
The environment of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was very real, but not all aliens were easy to deal with. It was a creature named the Bird of Light. It looked like a crow, and its body could emit the brilliant power of light. Its wings were white and somewhat similar to the legendary angels.
Because with the holy power, it could resist illusions to a large extent!
"Hey, Brother Light, it's your turn. It's your turn to write a poem."
At this moment, an uproar came from the crowd.
Indeed, the wine cup stopped in front of it. According to the rules, it should write a poem or perform a talent!
"No, no …"
The scholar of the Bird of Light became even more and more confused.
The white light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter, and he even stood up abruptly!
"Brother Ming, you're drunk."
Suddenly, a voice rang out. The middle-aged man who looked slightly rough stopped drawing murals, picked up a painting, and gave it to him.
"Come on, how about you appreciate my painting?"
"Get lost!"
The scholar of the Bird of Light roared in annoyance. His whole body was emitting white light, and he reached out to the table, looking like he was going to flip it.
However, during this process, his eyes unconsciously looked at the middle-aged man and the murals he had just created!
After looking at it, his body suddenly trembled.
It was a painting of the Celestial Immortals. In the illusion, it looked like a noble Celestial Emperor stood in the center, surrounded by many holy angels, and surrounded by all kinds of immortal qi!
However, when the Bird of Light stared at the painting, he found that the scene suddenly changed.
From heaven, the background had changed from heaven to hell. Moreover, many of the ghosts and monsters in this hell were actually fallen angels.
And the Chakravarti Yama, who controlled hell, belonged to the high and mighty God of Light!
For the Bird of Light who believed in light, this was undoubtedly a collapse of faith, and he immediately suffered a severe blow.
"No, I don't believe it!"
Because he had already changed it in his spiritual consciousness.
The faces of these creatures that had fallen from heaven to hell had all turned sinister, and they roared as they surrounded him. The feathers on their bodies were torn off one by one … Their bodies were a bloody mess, and they were finally torn to pieces!
"Brother Light, Brother Light. Brother Light is really drunk! "
In the eyes of the other foreign Confucian scholars, this person who had been acting like a drunkard just now had too much to drink.
"Something's wrong …"
"Something's wrong!"
Every time he saw a foreign Confucian wavering and trying to break free from the illusion of the calligraphy, the youth surnamed Wu would place a painting in front of him for him to admire.
For example, a foreign White Snake made of ice saw the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Painting of the Immortal General holding the Exquisite Pagoda-Bearing Pagoda in his hand!
A foreign Confucian with a burning dog head saw the Image of the Mahamayuri, which emitted five-colored divine light and Buddhist power.
There was also a Ghost King who was shrouded in Yin Qi and looked like a ball of smoke. He only saw the Ten-Fingered Zhong Kui Painting that was chewing all kinds of ghosts into his mouth. His mouth was so big that it even ate all his fingers.
Faced with such a life, the foreign Confucian scholars found it hard to resist.
They would either be killed or suppressed!
"Argh, it's an illusion!"
"Argh, it's an illusion!"
"Ha, damn it!"
When Wang Xizhi's talent ability was completely exhausted …
The Transcendent foreign Confucian scholars got rid of the illusion and roared.
"Time is just right."
The middle-aged man surnamed Wu stopped writing. The ground, the rocks, and even the sky on the battlefield had been completely covered by the enormous paintings.
The Mahamayuri, the Infernal Judge, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, the Demon Conquering Coiled Dragon, the Hell Dishi Dragon, and the Baize all opened their eyes. After leaving the paintings, they turned into gods and Buddhas and charged at the foreign Confucian scholars!
"I know who it is. It's Wu Daozi!"
Some of the earthlings who were watching the live stream realized who he was.
He was Wu Daozi, the Legendary hero and the Art Saint. He was good at painting people, monsters, and birds. He was especially good at large paintings.
"Crash!"
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