He didn't think about how to leave, but just sat in the pavilion on the other end of the river, and suddenly realized that Jiangnan was a girl half-hiding in the black paint grid. The rising sandalwood fragrance penetrated through the window, and Jiangnan in front of him was like a painting of ink with light ink.

On the rock table, there was still a cup of hot tea steaming, mixing with mist and rain, and it was indescribable.

The snow, Shiyin and Jingxiang next to him were gone, and only one person was walking in the hazy raindrops of Jiangnan in the distance on this dilapidated ruins.

Andao looked into the distance and looked at the scene in the distance. It was not until the figure walked in that he could see that he was a young man in a blue shirt.

The boy sat opposite him and said to him:

"The plum blossoms are red and full of apricot blossoms. Can such a beautiful artistic conception accompany me to set up a chess piece?"

Andaoyuan nodded.

The one who plays Go.

He holds a black man, and the young man holds a white man.

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The raindrops gently fell into the lotus pond "fish playing among the lotus leaves", splashing transparent water splashing, jumping and rolling on the green lotus leaves.

Accompanied by the sound of big and small beads falling from the jade plate, I don’t know whether it was a chess piece falling from the ground or a raindrop falling from the ground.

"I'm really merciless." The boy said something about his emotions, and he said again, "This is the first time I've played such chess, let's go again."

So, it continued.

After ten games, Andaoyuan won nine games. In the last game, he let the water go, and the rain around him faded, very much like Jiangnan. The rain was not heavy but it was a little more continuous.

Until now, the teenager continued, “Has the flood stopped?”

"I've been stopping for countless years." Andaoyuan replied calmly, then gathered the chess pieces in front of him and prepared to talk about another game, but was stopped by the boy opposite him.

"Will there still be famine?"

"It's rare, and now all the food production capacity is up."

"Is this world in your memory real?"

Andaoyuan completely included Kuroko in the chess box and replied with one point indifferent and two points in reminiscing: "It's true."

The boy sighed, but said with relief: "It's great."

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The next second, the picture of Jiangnan water town dissipated like a bubble.

What came into Andoyuan's eyes was a pure white hall, surrounded by Xue, Shiyin, and Oda Hime were looking at him with a focused look on his face, waiting for him to wake up from the illusion.

"You were stunned as soon as you came in, otherwise you were an expert in dreams, and I wanted to crack it violently." Xue compared her own small fist and said that she had to endure it this time.

When Andaoyuan recalled the scene just now, he felt a little more undetectable emotion for some reason: "Actually, I just experienced a memory."

"Is it convenient to say it now?" Shiyin asked a gentle question.

"Go back, wait until you return to Hyacinth House and make a pot of tea, and I will tell you about the hometown where I once lived."

He looked at this boundless pure white hall. The most obvious part of the hall was the stone tablets erected in the hall.

Eve had already begun to translate the ancient texts on it. Xue approached a stone tablet and looked at it. He read the ancient texts on it word by word and read it:

"Gayus, on the second day of the third year of the flood era, died of famine."

"Julius, on the 37th year of the Flood Era, died of famine."

"Mana, in the first year of the Flood Era, died of famine."

...

When Andaoyuan listened to the information read out from Xue, he suddenly thought of the boy he had just seen and asked him, would the outside world still die due to hunger?

After getting the negative answer, the relief and liberation.

I don’t know how many stone tablets I have read.

But the contents on it are very different. The last person who survived was Julius, who lived for only five years and eventually died of food.

Finally, Andao walked to the highest point of the White Hall, where a slightly taller stone tablet was left, emitting a faint light.

Xue also walked over to him and read it out: "Ron, in the 3,267th year of the Flood Era, he died and his divine power was exhausted."

Only then did he understand.

It turns out that gods will die.

A picture of Go appeared on the stone tablet, and a line of words were also engraved on it: "After so many years, I have seen a new game again. It's interesting, thank you."

The suffix is ​​- Ron

After Andaoyuan took the chess piece, the last glimmer of light disappeared.

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When he picked up the chess piece, he saw real pictures.

It was a northern mountain with abundant water and grass. A herder was driving the flock of sheep to herd. The boy leaned on the big tree with a grass in his arms, occasionally throwing two small stones to disturb the flock and letting out a naughty smile.

But the herdsmen never know who threw these stones.

The boy saw that there were only one or two herdsmen here. As time went on, the herdsmen grew older, and his son came to replace him. Generation after generation, there were more villages at the foot of the mountain.

As the villages continue to expand, towns made of stone walls emerged.

But with the advancement of time, war and famine come one after another, and death becomes a silent but unknown when it will come.

The boy was not happy, so he moved to a higher mountain.

Later.

The spiritual power tides that belong to the Third Age rise, and the nodes connect pure water planets in the distant star domain, and the world is covered by heavy rains and floods in an instant.

It was not until this time that humans began to pray for the mercy of the god Ron, and they carried their luggage to climb to the peaks of the mountains.

The kind god couldn't bear to open the door, but his divine power came from the rocks and could not create food out of thin air. He could only watch people die one by one and set up gravestones for them.

Because of his divine power, he has always maintained a huge world barrier to isolate the floods of the Third Age, and his divine power is exhausted and he has fallen.

"This story is very simple." Oda Hime suddenly shook her head for some reason, "He is more conscientious than me, isn't he?"

"yes."

Andaoyuan stuffed the box of chess pieces in her hand and said calmly and firmly,

"But if it were me, I would live, be strong and useless measures, rather than losing my divine power with a guilty attitude."

The first time Oda Hime heard Andoyuan say such "selfish" words in such an upright tone, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I hope you do the same, whenever."

Andaoyuan didn't care whether there was anything else in her smile, he could understand it, and it could understand it on the rainy night in her dream before.

But he understood that no comfort is necessary now.

Carved on the stone tablet, only people remember it.

Only by living first.

Only then have the chance to save more people.

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"Hey, so you let me take this box of chess pieces?" Oda Hime followed Andoyuan, jogging all the way, holding a pair of stone chess boxes in her arms.

"I'll remember you for a while first, and I'll give it to me when I'm at Hyacinth House." Andaoyuan was not too serious, but instead added two more humor and said to the lady of God: "Or, do you want to learn Go too?"

"Did you underestimate me?"

Oda Hime said unyieldingly.
Chapter completed!