Big dream world.
At the gate of the Taoist temple, the old Taoist crossed his legs and read his story book leisurely, while the Confucian scholar cut down wood and collected materials to build his own cabin next to the Taoist temple.
Sudden.
The two of them seemed to have noticed something, their expressions froze, their expressions instantly became solemn, and they all looked towards the sky.
"Do you feel it?" .??.
The old man spoke softly, "That thing seems to have... appeared?"
"Is it an illusion?"
The Confucian scholar frowned and pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "After all, our body has long since perished. With only this little strength left, it is really difficult..."
Talking and talking.
I can't say any more.
"what to do?"
Sighing, he said slowly, "Take action now and destroy that thing?"
"How to take action?"
The old Taoist said in a bad mood, "It's just a wisp of energy. There are so many trillions of living beings outside? How can we accurately locate the location of this thing? You and I have long since perished, and with so little power left, even if we can barely find it,
Are you absolutely sure that you can destroy it?"
"Moreover."
"Before he left, he also said that if this thing can kill one, another one will appear, or even ten, and it will be inexhaustible to kill!"
The Confucian scholar was silent.
He also knew that what the old man said was true.
"You are familiar with him, but do you know where this thing came from?"
The old man said nothing.
A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
"then."
After a long while, he slowly said, "After killing those chosen ones, he had some speculations."
"What?"
"These things are probably... the manifestation of His remaining will."
"What!"
The Confucian scholar's pupils shrank suddenly!
"No wonder."
He smiled bitterly and said, "If it had something to do with Him, then you and I would not have been unjustly defeated."
The old man fell silent again.
"What's wrong?"
Having been neighbors for many years, the Confucian scholar could clearly see that the other party still
Have something to say.
"previously."
The old Taoist sighed, a little uninterested, "He said that he can actually wake up, but he just doesn't want to. I thought he was joking, but now it seems... not necessarily."
"Then, what should we do?"
The Confucian scholar's voice was a little bitter.
"What to do, what to do!"
The old Taoist shook his head, "We both have been dead for so long, what are we still doing with this leisure time? You write your storybook, and I will guard my grave! If the sky falls, the taller person will hold it up!"
"he?"
"Otherwise, who else could it be?"
"Can't he bear it?"
"It's not a big problem."
The old Taoist thought for a while and said confidently, "If he can't stand it, his son can!"
"The one named Gu Han?"
"nonsense!"
"One thing to say."
The Confucian scholar sighed with emotion, "This man is really not a toy. He even plots against his own son. In fact, before he became a Taoist, I could tell that this man was thick-faced, ruthless, insidious and despicable..."
The old man didn't say anything either.
I didn't know where I got a pen and wrote and drew on the cover page of the storybook.
"What are you doing?"
The Confucian scholar was a little curious.
"It's nothing."
The old Taoist said slowly, "Write down what you said and let him see it when we have the opportunity to meet in the future."
"but!"
The Confucian scholar's expression froze, he changed the subject, and said seriously, "Such a mind, courage, mind, and foresight... are really much higher than mine! Although I don't agree with it, I personally still admire it..."
The old man stopped writing immediately.
"I lied to you, so what are you doing seriously?"
His face was calm and calm.
"you!"
The Confucian scholar's face turned red, "Don't you
It’s time to bully an honest person!”
"It doesn't matter whether you are honest or dishonest."
The old Taoist hunched over and walked into the Taoist temple, and said quietly, "You keep saying that you hate him, but when you left such regrets and lingered on, why didn't you just help him at the critical moment?"
In situ.
The Confucian scholar remained silent for a long time.
"It's really not a thing!"
After a long time.
He chuckled softly, walked to the back of the Taoist temple, and kicked the old Taoist's new tomb down.
"It's really not a thing!"
Inside the Taoist temple.
The old Taoist laughed and cursed, laughing desolately and scolding happily.
…
It's quiet, empty, and boundless.
A starship passed quickly, and the fairy light above the starship was dim and beautiful.
Inside the cabin.
Luo Feng was still dressed in white, with Tao Yun flowing in his eyes. With a tap of his fingers, the chess pieces slowly floated up, turning into a magnificent star map of all things. The black and white in the star map were distinct, but they were vaguely connected.
, seems to hide endless mysteries and mysteries.
aside.
To be continued...