I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

The moment he fell into the sea, Lu Jian was most thankful that he 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 in the clear sea that the huge whale didn't come towards him. It might have just turned over, just like humans walking on the road would not notice the life and death of ants under their feet.

The whale disappeared in a flash, and its swimming speed was no less than that of the sailfish that Lu Jian had seen on TV.

Fortunately, it did not choose to hit the distant three-masted sailing ship, but moved towards the other side.

Only then did Lu Jian see the whole picture of the whale.

In fact, it is indeed inappropriate to call it a "whale".

That huge, spindle-shaped body with a length of hundreds of meters was just a part of that monster's body.

In the deep sea, where even sunlight cannot penetrate, on the seabed that was once covered with corals, there is a huge monster that cannot be described in words. The head of this whale is just one of its tentacles, and such a monster Tentacles, there are at least a hundred more.

Lu Jian even had an illusion that the island was lodged on the body of the monster, which was much bigger than the island.

In the dark, dark, and deep seabed, some kind of indescribable existence is spying on Utashima from bottom to top. In front of them, human creations are just a drop in the ocean.

Lu Jie was floating in the sea, seeing those huge tentacles seemed to want to go up, trying to tie up the three-masted sailing ship.

At this moment, a flame bloomed from the mist.

The flames were cold and blue, giving people a chilling feeling like ice.

Just like a meteor, it drilled directly into the water, and it was not extinguished by the sea water. Instead, the flame became more and more intense, illuminating the dark sea.

Lu Jian saw that, like a signal flare, the flame sank into the bottom of the sea, and around it, countless strange-looking fish descended around the cluster of flames and landed on the monster's towering body like a mountain.

The next moment, the sea water became restless like boiling.

The huge monster was twisted and torn apart like paper soaked in water.

Countless black images are ink,

It spread out in the sea, but quickly became the fuel of the flame. The flame spread in the depths of the ocean, and along the shadows scattered like ink, the scorching waves burst out from the bottom of the sea. There was a warm current.

There were three slits on his neck on both sides, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water. However, Lu Jian always felt that the taste of the water was a bit strange, as if there were some impurities mixed in it that did not belong to nature.

Lu Jian looked at the bottom of the sea, and the flames were still blazing among the complicated seabed ravines, burning up the monster, or the wreckage of the monster. Only then did he realize that it was not a physical monster, but more like a certain monster. The illusion formed by the aggregation of some microorganisms.

Floating to the surface, Lu Jian saw in the distance, a small sloop watching the fire from the bank.

He yelled.

The port side of the sailboat flickered for a moment, then it turned slightly and approached Lu Lian.

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

"You are very lucky to be able to see the scene of Master Shenzi dispelling the evil."

In addition to the busy crew, there were three passengers on board.

The clothes on them are quite Japanese-style. The upper body is a satin kimono with the left lap, while the lower body is trousers and boots. According to the description Lu Jian learned from watching movies, it is close to the style of the Taisho period.

It's just that they don't look like traditional Asians, but more like mixed races. One of the young women has short dark gray hair, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Am I lucky?"

Lu Jian didn't quite understand. He was just rowing the boat, looking at the scenery, and suddenly he was overturned and fell into the sea. The poor boatman might not know how much money he has left. Is this lucky?

"Those are filth, formed by the resentment of the undead above the sea, and will form the appearance of a huge monster, which can only be destroyed with pure fire."

The first man who spoke to Lu Juan just now said to Lu Juan that he was still wearing a painter's hat on his head. Looking at Lu Juan, he took off the hat and saluted.

"Your Majesty Tachibana, you can be regarded as a painter. I don't know your name?"

"Lu Yi, well, I am a director."

Lu Jian told the truth.

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

Beside Tangerine Zhengzong, the young man with a folding fan in his hand clapped his hands and saluted at the same time. Although his hair is black, it has some crimson highlights, which is quite trendy.

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

The person who called himself Yinping came closer and whispered to Lu Jian.

"That lady's name is Hongye, but she's not easy to get close to, she's very cold."

"Oh."

Lu Jian responded, not very interested.

His target was the missing artist, so the ones that appeared in front of him must not be the target, and they seemed to have just arrived, so the suspicion was not great.

"But having said that, even here, apart from the annual New Year's Ceremony at Hedao Taisha Shrine, I have never seen the scene where the Son of God took action to crusade against the filth. Looking at it now, it is really shocking. It can be said that Li Li In the tide of Jinghuo, Namba is full of beaches, and we meet each other without a moment, only sighing that our lives will die."

Looking at the Jinghuo that illuminated the bottom of the sea, Yinping couldn't help feeling very excited and wrote a poem.

The pronunciation of Miko in the language of Wajima is the same as Miko, and it seems to be a title exclusive to Saio of Wajima Taisha.

"How long will it take for these net fires to go out?"

Lu Juan asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flame reminded him of the Liulihuo in his bag. According to the description, the Liulihuo is also used by the Priestess Priestess of Hedao Taisha Shrine, that is, Saiwang. The power of the fire is quite helpful to him later.

However, when Lu Jian's words came out, Yinping and Tachibana Masamune looked at him with rather strange eyes, and even Hongye, a woman overlooking the sea from a distance, turned her head and looked at Lu Jian, a foreigner.

"The pure fire will never be extinguished, Brother Lu, after these flames burn out the filth, they will use the seabed as fuel and continue to burn forever. It has been like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

Tangerine Zhengzong explained.

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

Lu Jian said something casually.

"Exactly."

Yinping nodded slightly.

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Lu Jian was a little puzzled, why do these people seem not worried at all when the end of the world is within reach?

"Life and death, shed head puppet, when the line is broken, it is upright, since it is the study of art, then what is the importance of life and death, death is not the end, but another form of life, Master Lu Lian , since you are in Utashima, you should indulge in pleasure and indulge in those mundane things that are so wasteful."

Yinping snapped open the fan with the painting of flowers, birds, romance and moon, as if not worried about safety at all, he pointed forward.

In the gradually thinning fog, there is an island standing, presumably it is Utashima where the poetry festival is held.

However, Lu Jian faintly saw that there was a huge figure lurking in the mist on the island, walking high above the sky. Remember the URL of this site, www. biquxu. Com, convenient for reading next time, or Baidu input " ", you can enter this site