Chapter 718 "Yanfeng Fairness" (4K)

Chapter 721 "Yanfeng Justice" (4K)

This is an old town.

- "Uk".

Ukrainian terrain is located in the basin, surrounded by mountains.

Branch rivers from the Euphrates and Tigris rivers pass through the town and merge into a small lake.

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

Local people with sallow skin, empty eyes and indifferent faces.

Ragged, they lie, sit, or sleep, by 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, just hiding, and looking at everything in front of them with dull eyes.

before,

There were boring geographers who discussed the reasons for the formation of the Uk Town Basin.

Some people say that this is the formation of the subsidence of the ground where the whole town is located after the bottom crust changed;

Some people say that there is a rich underground river system under the town. Over the years, the moist things are silent, and the ground gradually sinks, forming this landform;

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

No one has studied the specific reasons.

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

How the basin was formed, and who cares?

After the general call,

This small town also experienced the baptism of riots.

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

"This is human beings."

this day,

A man with silver-white hair passed by here.

He was wearing a clean white robe trimmed with delicate lace. Under the robe was a dark and supple lining, and under his feet were a pair of thick round-toed leather boots. The man was walking on the road with a smile on his face, giving people the feeling that the wind blowing from the grassland was elusive, but it was hard to feel bad.

"Excuse me, do you want to buy rare 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 over, selling rare items to the man.

She lowered her voice, but also saw the man dressed neatly,

That's why I dare to do so. Otherwise, rare items can be exchanged for a lot of food at the gathering place of seniors next door. Under normal circumstances, she would never dare to expose the precious rare items.

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 lower voice, "My skills are very good, and I can do 200 points. Please, please, I'm so hungry. Even... I can do it .”

"Oh, what a headache."

The white-haired man smiled mischievously and rubbed his hair: "I'm not your kind. Besides, I'm sorry for tarnishing your determination. I don't like women."

The local woman who was selling [Rare Grade] props was stunned when she heard the words.

She looked at the man's face, the flawless facial features, and the gentle smile, in a peaceful age, she would be willing even if it was upside down. However, such a perfect man actually doesn't like women... Hiss, what a pity.

"Hush."

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

"Let's eat."

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

After a while, the bread was finished.

When she raised her head unsatisfied, the windy man had disappeared long ago.

...

After doing a trivial little thing.

A white-haired man came to a church.

The door of the church was open, and the benches used for prayer inside were scattered and lying on the ground.

In the corner of the church, near the wall, an open space was deliberately left. There, seven or eight corpses were neatly arranged. Each corpse bears various scars. Some corpses were already cold, while others were still warm, as if they had 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, with their backs facing the sky and their eyes closed. Their hands, fingers interlaced, are clasped together in front of their chests, as if in a prayer gesture.

On the chest of each corpse, there is a bright little white flower quietly placed. This ordinary little white flower dilutes the sorrow of death and adds a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

A thin young man in a black priest's attire, with his back to the open church door, bowed his head in prayer.

When the white-haired man stepped into the church, the young priest sighed softly and put on a ring: "Excuse me, are you here to pray... huh? Great Sage?"

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

ten minutes later.

The young priest moved two relatively clean stools and a table in front of the goddess statue, whose upper body had already collapsed, and sat with the white-haired man.

On the expression of the young priest, there was embarrassment, and he twisted slightly on the stool, as if he was a little uncomfortable.

"Master Great Sage..."

After the embarrassing silence, the young priest mustered up the courage to raise his head, and when he was about to break the silence, the white-haired man smiled softly. His gentle smile made people feel like spring breeze. He conjured a box of chess from inside his robes.

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

The young priest was stunned.

but after a while,

They still played chess.

At first, the young priest was a little restrained.

The white-haired man's offensive was slow and unhurried, like boiling a frog in warm water.

But it was just this style of chess, playing and playing, the young priest was dumbfounded when he saw the trembling "Queen" surrounded by a group of soldiers and horses surrounded by his own camp.

"Come again."

The white-haired man smiled slightly, looking very happy, and played another round.

second inning.

The young priest lost his temper, and his chess moves became more and more majestic and murderous.

As for the white-haired man, he still responded calmly, not killing those who should be killed, and keeping those who could be killed for a while, with an appearance of not being in a hurry at all.

A few minutes down.

The young priest finds his "delicate queen" surrounded again.

no more.

He felt inexplicably lost.

But convinced.

"As expected of a great sage."

The young priest didn't want to play anymore.

"Come again."

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

"Master Great Sage, this is..."

"Xiaozheng Boy~ah, we haven't seen each other for ten years, and the relationship between you and me has become different."

"is teacher."

Young priest, whose real name is "Yanfeng Gonggong" and nicknamed "Xiaozheng".

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

But on his face, he obviously looked a little happy.

The two chatted casually.

The third game started.

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

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

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

Yanfeng just: "..."

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

Snake-like movement, fake and real, difficult to tell the real from the fake... Well, Yan Feng lost even faster in this round. Yan Fenggong suddenly recalled the fear of being grabbed by the teacher and tortured to death thousands of times during the boring days on the moving mountain in the wandering sea ten years ago.

Kotomine was just started the fourth inning.

While playing, he couldn't help but said: "Teacher, long time no see."

"Yes, ten years."

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

"You are here today because..."

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

It is strange that someone is willing to accompany you.

Yan Fenggong complained secretly in his heart.

No one wants to keep tasting the taste of losing again and again, losing again and again, losing until the blood is broken.

"Do you know why you lost?"

The white-haired man asked with a smile.

"Because the teacher's skills are too good."

Yanfeng answered honestly.

"No, I'm actually not strong." While speaking, Yan Feng's impartial "horse" crashed into the sand with its halberd broken, and the horse's legs were broken, and it sadly withdrew from the battlefield.

Yanfeng just: "..."

"Most human beings only like to focus on the 'now', but I like to focus on the 'present', 'past', and 'future'."

"Teacher, normal people don't use the ability of 'prophecy' when playing chess."

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

"You don't understand," the white-haired man said with a smile: "What is the past, what is the present, and what is the future? When you really understand it, you will find that what you do in the past, present, and future is just a combination of countless lines. , a confluence of enigmas. You and I are both in enigmas.”

"But teacher, you still won."

"Because I'm playing chess."

Yanfeng just: "..."

"How have you been for the past ten years?"

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

It's still fun to play chess.

He asked about Kotomine's life over the years.

When Yanfeng heard this, he was silent for a long time. He didn't reply until the chessboard was empty again: "General, teacher."

"Hey, you really are still blaming me."

The white-haired man pouted.

"Don't dare, teacher." Yanfeng Gongzheng took a deep breath: "I have dirty blood flowing in my body, and I inherited a despicable surname. The teacher can accept me as a student. Gongzheng is really happy. After all, the teacher , but what about the 'Great Sage'?"

"Do you know why, after ten years of absence, you and I will meet again at this moment, this moment, 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 wandering sea by me for 'cheating in chess'." , sent to the Holy Church, in this barren land, to be 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 said with a smile: "Everyone exists for a reason. Yanfeng is fair, remember, you and I are both part of the mystery."

Then,

When Yan Feng was distracted, he lost another game.

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

It has been ten years, and it has been a long time since the teacher had such a long discussion with him.

And he still doesn't understand.

But this feeling made him miss it very much.

When Yan Fengzheng was young, because of the surname "Yanfeng", he was stared at all the time.

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

Therefore, Yan Feng was fair and wished to change his name.

Then the teacher gave him a name.

——"Yanfeng is fair".

He came here ten years ago, with faith in his heart, and silently studied the "miracles" of the Holy Church.

The teacher later quietly wrote to say that there is a reason for everything, and he will understand one day.

However, ten years have passed, and Yan Fengzheng is still in a daze, not understanding why he was expelled from Wandering Sea by the teacher in the first place.

But he believed the teacher's words.

Because, his teacher is a figure who has survived for an unknown amount of time like a mystery in the sea—the great sage.

Some people in Wandering Sea once suspected that the great sage may have the genes of ancient fantasy creatures in his body, which is why he can survive for so long.

Simply put...he's not human.

So he can live until now.

In the world, very few people know the name of the Wandering Sea Great Sage.

Coincidentally, Yan Fenggong is one of them who knows the name of the great sage.

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

The great sage watched Yanfeng Zhengyi start to play chess silently, he lightly pressed Yanfeng Zhengyi's hand to stop his movement. He took out a pocket watch, glanced at it, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Oh, it's too late for another game."

Yan Feng just looked at his teacher in a daze.

"Here, see you off."

The great sage handed over a handmade doll to Yan Fengzheng.

Yanfeng took a fair look and saw that the puppet was somewhat similar to himself: wearing a black priest's suit, with a cross hanging around its neck, short brown hair, and old-fashioned round-frame glasses on the bridge of its nose. The overall style of the doll is slightly cartoony, and it looks a little cute and cute.

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

Ten years no see, come here?

"A gift," the great sage said with a smile, "Actually, it should be a reward. Do things for me, teacher."

"I knew it." Yanfeng just bowed his head and muttered to himself, but carefully put the doll close to his arms and hid it, but he didn't refuse, and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

"I'll tell you later." The great sage got up, patted the dust on the clean white robe that didn't actually exist, and walked towards the door step by step. The gentle sunlight fell on the great sage, making him look like an incarnation of light, and Yan Feng just stared blankly at that figure, almost feeling the urge to worship in his heart.

"By the way, another disciple of mine will come here later to help you with one thing. She is a beautiful woman."

"Okay, teacher." Yanfeng just lowered his head, didn't ask any more questions, and wasn't interested.

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

"Remember, teacher." Yanfeng said impartially.

"Call it once, I haven't heard anyone call my name for a long time."

"Good teacher."

"?"

"...Merlin."

Merlin walked out contentedly.

"Yanfeng is fair,"

Merlin suddenly sighed softly, facing the sun, with his back turned to Yanfeng Gongzheng, and called out his full name.

"goodbye."