From star abyss

Chapter 582 286. The star named the sun

pilgrimage?

Caramel Snail asked blankly:

You said that rock girl Xia Beiluo went on a pilgrimage to the seaside?

Jingle Bell--

The newspaper seller carried large and small bags and went through the streets and alleys to sell:

News on September 19th! News on September 19th, Year 109 of the Wandering Soul Calendar, a copy of Half Spiritual Ge, please have a copy!

The passers-by standing in front of the caramel snails were fanning themselves with big letters of 'KINO' printed on them. They seemed to be fans cheering for Xia Beiluo.

Yes. Are you a record fan? Have you never heard it live? At the end of a rock concert in this city, she pulled up her golden hair and excitedly announced to the audience: Next, we are going to this continent. Go on a pilgrimage to the south, that is - the Garilinov Stone Valley.

pilgrimage?

Garylinov Stone Valley is one of the eight wonders of the Purple Star. It is normal for literary and artistic workers to go on pilgrimage. However, the road is relatively remote and there are dangers along the way. I really hope she is safe.

When passers-by saw the caramel snail asking so many questions, they became interested:

I have a record master tape here. Do you want to come and listen to it?

record?

The caramel snails were even more surprising.

Yes, someone has been recording Yuanyuan Tianzun since her parish performance. She is such a good girl, beautiful, good at talking, and even better at singing. It's a pity - rock girl Xia Beiluo has always During the trip, there was no chance to remit her income to her. I don’t know if she could reach the Holy Land safely due to the wind and rain along the way.”

The passerby said and turned on the player beside him:

Come and listen to the latest song - Green Sunshine.

Caramel Snail was about to listen to the song when Li Ozi suddenly said:

We are still in a hurry to find her, so we should hurry over.

Ah, don't you listen to music? Xia Beiluo's songs are great, okay?

Wouldn't it be better to listen to myself singing? Li Ozi said lightly, turned around and left with the caramel snail.

Hey, what a pity. I can't share the good things.

The passerby shook his head, plugged in his headphones, and hummed comfortably:

……………………

Gray snow, jumping in the pulse

The mirror shines out the hidden childhood,

The pencil fell between the cracks of the sofa,

Just like time, we will never see you again,

Those who move forward, may the sunshine accompany you on the road,

The emerald green sunlight illuminates the blood vessels.

You shouldn't retreat, the wind will bring failure back,

Don't go back, don't come back.

The green sunshine will illuminate your future,

From now on, don’t talk about failure again

……………………

Xia Beiluo rode his bicycle, one step at a time, and slowly moved along the railway.

Why not use Soul Casino?

Igor suddenly appeared in the back seat and asked:

Aren't you short of money? If you use part of your soul as a bargaining chip, you will be a little more prosperous than you are now. At least you will receive more performance fees and rewards.

Yo? Cui, you actually know that I'm poor.

Xia Beiluo looked back at the male ghost in the back seat with his back to him, and smiled:

It's so rare.

I don't understand. You would rather feed the pigs, dig through the trash cans, and pick up wine bottles than take a gamble.

Igor didn't look at her:

How are you going to get to the Holy Land like this? You say you want to change people's impression of rock and roll, and you want to bridge the gap between tradition and change. That sounds nice. How can you change them?

Because I am a believer after all. Although I know that the church has become very bad, people still need the church at this stage - Cui, you don't object to this, right?

Hmm, so what?

I don't like gambling, and I don't agree with it. In order to go against the traditional conservatives, we have to be completely different from them. We oppose what they support. I don't think change should be like this.

Xia Beiluo held the handle, and the late autumn wind blew by her ears. The coolness made her feel extremely comfortable, and her tone became gentle:

You are an extreme person, and the things you think about are always so extreme. You only see the dark side of the world. Black and white is wrong. More people are in plain gray. If you follow Cui's approach and philosophy , then there is only one path left for us.”

war.

Igor said:

War, change requires violence, and the most complete form of violence is war.

What do you call that? Do you think those cosmic people are going to war? They have such advanced technology, they must be living a beautiful and peaceful life, and there are no heretical barbarians who need to be exterminated.

How do I know this? I have never been to heaven.

Igor propped up his knees, his sunglasses hiding his expression, and spoke lazily and perfunctorily:

But what you said is quite interesting: Since the people in the universe can fly around, they must have solved the war, and they will definitely not be so extreme in doing things.

Yeah, I think so too.

Xia Beiluo narrowed his eyes contentedly, his cheeks facing the purple sun:

My parents were low-class workers. They worked all their lives and died in the crossfire of gang wars. But without the church, they might not even be able to find a job, let alone raise me to this day.

There are traitors and corrupt flies in the church, but there are still idealists and noble warriors in action to maintain today's order and environment. This is why I want to protect the church, because people need the church.

But on the other hand, I got to know you, Igor Cui. Your rock music awakened people's hearts and made them no longer just numbers in the eyes of the church, so I need you and people need you.

Igor raised his head and looked towards the direction of the train.

It seems that I have misunderstood you. You are not that simple, but you are still naive. Change is never bloodless. This is not a tea party. If you embark on this road, you will be an enemy of the church and the entire traditional force.

But this is why I want to do it.

Xia Beiluo pedaled hard and tried hard to move up the slope:

If just casually, an individual could overcome this difficulty and move forward, wouldn't the world become a better place long ago?

She added:

Garylinov Stone Valley is one of the eight wonders of the Purple Star. Due to the special geographical structure and rock characteristics, every fifty years, at sunset in autumn, the voice shouted at the bottom of the valley will be transmitted to The whole world.

I want to go to the Holy Land, play the guitar there, and let the song of the soul sing to the entire planet through the structure of the Holy Land.

I once heard a priest say: There are countless races, hundreds of millions of people, and three religions in this world. Everyone has their own ideas and creeds, and speaks different words. Due to the existence of language, cultural and geographical barriers, It makes it impossible for people to understand each other.”

But the understanding of music does not require language.

I'm going to do what Choi didn't do - make rock music popular around the world.

It is not fighting to fight for power, but relying on music to resist. I am not a warrior, and I am not worthy of the glory of fighting. This is what I can do and the only thing I can do.

Crunch, crunch, crunch——

Second-hand bicycles made the sound of metal deforming, and the train ran along the tracks, bringing with it a noisy gust of wind.

Igor raised his head, looked at the sky, and said:

“The crowd is always afraid of getting hurt, so they always wait and watch, and when someone chooses to come forward, the person who goes against the flow is always called a hero.”

Hey, what? Igor, can you say it again?

Xia Beiluo turned his head in surprise and laughed loudly:

The train is too loud! Say it again, what did you just say?

Tell me you have a beautiful nose. Give you some sunshine and you will shine.

Be honest, you just think I'm amazing! A 17-year-old genius dropout girl, carrying a broken guitar, traveling while saving the world - wow, our experience can be used to make a silent film, right?

Okay - now you give your soul chips to the guitar, and then make movies and become a star to accept commercials. You will immediately achieve financial freedom and embark on a successful life. By then, you will no longer have to save the world. This broken planet will be saved by whoever wants to save it. .”

Hey, I won't gamble.

Xia Beiluo puffed up his chest:

As a believer, I will abide by morality.

As a singer, I have to be extremely arrogant.

As a mortal, I want to show everyone how far we can go by relying solely on our own efforts.

Xia Beiluo rode a bicycle and embarked on this unattended pilgrimage.

The sun cast its warm rays, burning the stone.

The sun is fair, it gives light to everyone equally, but the shade of trees will cover part of it in the name of protection, so there is a shadow.

There is nothing wrong with shade, as too much light can burn lichens to dryness.

It is precisely because of the alternation of light and shadow that this world is full of vitality.

It must be said that this is also an ironic peace.

Crunch——

The second-hand bicycle stopped moving forward.

Xia Beiluo raised his head, squinted his eyes under the scorching sun, and looked at the person standing in front of him: He was wearing a heavy white coat and a heavy black shawl, and the spiritual energy in his body was stirring like a storm.

Xia Beiluo, 17 years old, female. Former high school student of Anlina Church Middle School in Suluo City.

Black hair, men's short hair, neutral face, about 1.6 meters tall, carrying a gorgeous guitar that does not match his net worth, riding a second-hand bicycle, wearing worn and white jeans, a brown men's jacket, and a workman's vest .

Heretic Xia Beiluo, you spread forbidden music everywhere, which violates the teachings of the [Lord of Ghosts].

The visitor raised his head, and there was only a crying face on the golden mask. He slowly raised his hand, and the wandering souls around him were driven by spiritual power and turned into a sickle:

Wandering Soul Calendar Year 049, September 19th.

Special hunter of the Church of Ghosts—Farman Lupin.

By the order of my Lord, I will pass judgment on heretics!

The golden mask reflected the sun, the sickle swallowed the light, the cold breath passed by, and the sharp edge swept across the earth.

Woohoo——————

The train in the distance blew its whistle and passed by.