I Created Myth Of Old Ruler

2021-08-31

  Chapter 98 097. Welcome to the Poetry Festival

At the moment of falling into the sea, Lu Yi most Fortunately, I brought waterproof compressed dry food.

In this way, if you drift on a deserted island, you will not run out of ammunition and food.

He saw the huge whale in the clear sea and did not move towards himself, it may just simply turn over, just like a human walking on the road without noticing the life and death of the ants under his feet generally.

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

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

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

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

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

In the deeper deep sea, where 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 nothing but its One tentacles, and there are at least a hundred such tentacles.

Lu Yi even had an illusion that this island is lodged on the body of the monster, which is much larger than the island.

In the dark, dark, and deep seabed, some kind of 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, he seemed to want to go up and 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.

Just like a shooting star, it plunged directly into the water, and it was not extinguished because of 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 into the seabed, surrounded by countless strange-looking fishes surrounding the cluster of flames, falling onto the monster's towering body like a mountain. .

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 flame. The flame spreads in the depths of the sea, following the nether shadow that spreads like ink, scorching hot The wave of the seabed broke out, and even Lu Yi felt a warm current on his face.

There were three cracks in each of his necks on both sides, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water, but Lu Yi always felt that the taste of the water was a little strange, as if there was something mixed in it that did not belong to Impurities of nature.

Lu Yi looked at the seabed. Between the complicated seabed ravines, the flames were still burning, burning up the monster, or the remains of the monster. Only then did he realize that it was not physical. monster, and it's more like an illusion formed by the gathering of certain microorganisms.

Floating on the surface, Lu Yi saw in the distance, a small dhow was watching the fires burning across the river.

He shouted.

The port side of the sailboat flickered for a while, and then it turned slightly, moving towards Lu Yi and approached.

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

"You are lucky to be able to see the scene of the son of God getting 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, and the lower body is trousers and boots. The description that Lu Yi learned from watching movies 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 races. One of them is a young woman with short dark gray hair, which is very eye-catching.

"Am I lucky?"

Lu Yi didn't quite 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. I don't know how many dollars are left now. Is this lucky?    "Those are filth. They are formed by the resentment of the undead on the sea. They will form the appearance of a huge monster, which can only be wiped out with a clean fire."

The first man who spoke Lu Yi said, he also wore a painter's hat on his head. Looking at Lu Yi, he took off his hat and bowed.

"I, Tangerine, is a painter, I don’t know your surname and name?"

"Lu Yi, um, I’m a director."

Lu Yi speak frankly.

"Is it a drama rehearsal? That's really amazing."

Next to Orange Masamune, a young man holding a folding fan patted his hand and saluted at the same time. Although his hair is black, but With a few strands of crimson highlights, it is quite trendy.

"In Xia Yinping, I'm just a poet."

The person who called himself Yinping approached again and whispered to Lu Yi.

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

"Oh."

Lu Yi complied, I don’t feel much interest.

His target is the missing artist, so the one who is now in front of him is definitely not the target, and they seem to have just arrived, so they are not very suspicious.

"But having said that, even if you are here, apart from the annual New Year's Festival at the Wajima Taisha Shrine, you have never seen the scene of Lord Godko attacking foul objects. Now it is really shocking. , It can be said that, Lili Jinghuo, Namba is full of beaches, there is no moment when they meet, and only sighs."

Ginpei looked at the net fire that illuminates the seabed, and he couldn't help but Yaxing. Post, compose a poem.

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

"How long will these clean fires go out?"

Lu Yi asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flames reminded him of the glazed fire in his bag. According to the description, Liulihuo is also used only by the priest maiden of Hedao Taisha, that is, King Zhai. It will be helpful for him to figure out the formidable power of Jinghuo in the future.

However, when Lu Yi's words were asked, Yinping and Ju Zhengzong both looked at him with strange eyes. Even the red leaves of the woman who looked at the seascape from a distance turned their heads and looked at Lu. Yi the outsider glanced.

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

Orange Zhengzong explained.

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

Lu Yi casually said.

"Exactly."

Yinping slightly nodded.

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Lu Yi is a little bit puzzled. Why do these people seem not worried at all when the world is within reach of the doomsday?

"Life and death, shed-head puppets, when the line is broken, they fall apart. Since they are studying art, then what is the important thing about life and death? Death is not the end, but the other thing. In a form, Lu Yi Young Master, since you are in Utashima, you should indulge in pleasure and cling to the mundane things that are wasteful."

Yinping opened the fan with flowers, birds, wind and moon with a snap, it seemed that Without worrying about safety at all, he stretched out his finger and pointed forward.

In the gradually sparse fog, there is an island standing there, presumably that is the song island where the poetry festival is held.

However, Lu Yi faintly saw that there was a huge silhouette hidden in the mist on the island, walking above the sky.

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