The information mapping between worlds can transcend time, and may not necessarily be mapped at the "now" point.
Of course, this kind of super-time mapping usually appears in a time-space world that is not yet stable. For example, the current projection world itself is in a stage of refining falsehood into reality, and is more susceptible to the influence of confidence mapping.
However, this influence is not without limitations. The changes to the world can only be made by addition, not by subtraction.
To put it simply, in a world disturbed by information mapping, there may be more people, things, and works that did not exist before, but what already existed will not change or disappear.
As for why, the time in the Daoguo world is so thick and stretches for countless years, but only the part of seizing the dragon is reflected. This is indeed caused by the battle between heaven and the devil in the future.
They set off waves at that point in the future, which can be regarded as a space-time information amplifier.
"If fate can be intercepted, it means that it is fate."
On the high-speed train, Zhao Chengfa passed by for a while, then put down his phone and looked at the horizon.
At this moment, it was just after a heavy rainstorm stopped outside, and the setting sun on the horizon was like blood, giving the whole world a layer of sadness and sadness, filled with a strong sense of twilight.
Zhao Cheng remembered that once upon a time, when he was a young man, whenever he saw the sunset, he could not help but feel a little fear, afraid of growing old and afraid of losing.
But now, he has lived forever, and even time can be reversed, but he does not force everything around him to last forever.
Under the setting sun, the already silent carriage became even quieter. Many people even closed their eyes because of the fatigue.
In the distant city, Wang Yun saw this sentence sent by Zhao Cheng. She smiled at first. She felt that Zhao Cheng was babbling like a Taoist and was too dramatic. But then she saw what was reflected outside the window.
In the twilight light, my heart can't help but feel numb.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of distance in her heart, as if the friend with whom she had laughed, cursed, and talked freely had suddenly become a stranger.
They are not just separated by half a country, but separated by trillions of light years.
Such an emotion came so suddenly that Wang Yun couldn't help but curse herself secretly. She had clearly passed the age of being tired of winter and singing autumn, so why did she suddenly become obsessed with a literary girl?!
Is it because Xue Beng realizes that the other party is somewhat important to him?!
Wang Yun thought about it carefully and felt that it was not the case. She thought hard and did not expect that she and the other party had any story of being more than friends. It seemed that they only chatted a few words in the company and occasionally chatted on the mobile phone after get off work.
We didn't chat very often, sometimes every three to five days, sometimes even a week. We only chatted once when something interesting happened.
This is also a normal chat situation between friends. As for being tired every day, they are either licking dogs or they are lovers. In short, they are not normal friends.
In the end, she came to the conclusion that the pretentiousness in this short period of time was probably due to something wrong with some nerve in her head.
She has always seen clearly that she and Zhao Cheng are two parallel lines that seem very close, but in fact, can never intersect.
Because two people want different things.
Zhao Cheng has no ambitions and no dreams. To put it nicely, that’s called living in poverty and enjoying life, but to put it poorly, it’s called eating and waiting to die. At breakfast, he eats one more fried dough stick, and at lunch, he eats a particularly delicious one.
Chicken legs, if you defeat a few more people in the game, it will be enough for the other party to be happy for the whole day.
But she is too idealistic. To put it nicely, she is called an idealist. To put it poorly, she just likes to dream. She always thinks that she is like those queens who were born from grassroots in history. She must improve herself first.
Various abilities, and then find a potential stock to assist, and finally achieve double success in love and career, and achieve success and fame.
Shaking her head to get rid of the strange emotions in her heart, Wang Yun started typing quickly again: "I wonder where Master Zhao Daxian came from?!"
Soon, she received a response: "Temporarily, I will learn from Taoist Huang Tian."
Then: "I'm getting off the car."
Wang Yun couldn't help but be happy when she saw this reply.
…
When Zhao Cheng walked out of the station, it was already dark. Then he got on the bus. By the time he got home, it was completely dark.
His home in this life is on the edge of the city. However, over the years, various old shanties have been renovated and the roads have been renovated again and again, so it is still decent.
When meeting his parents in this life, Zhao Cheng didn't have any estrangement due to the long years. Everything was as it always was, naturally.
As usual, he first asked about the situation outside, and then started to talk about it. First, he said that he was lucky, and then said that it was too dangerous outside. It would be better to travel around the busy city instead of going to the deep mountains and old forests. To this, Zhao Cheng just responded repeatedly.
yes.
Since a long time ago, he has had a complete coping mechanism to deal with similar things, that is, once he says it, he will forget it all.
Later, Zhao Cheng changed his clothes and went out.
Under the night, the wind blew through the streets, bringing bursts of refreshing air. Zhao Cheng walked on the road. The three-kilometer journey took only twenty minutes.
A long time ago, whenever there was a similar gathering, he would walk there. At that time, it was mainly because pocket money was tight and taking a taxi was not cheap. As for now, all that is left is reminiscing.
In fact, from the moment Zhao Cheng walked out of the snowfield, when he followed his previous trajectory, there was some kind of information, some kind of trace, condensed on him, as if to point him to his origin.
The real place of time and space.
As we get closer to the city center, there are more and more people on the road.
From the small shops on both sides, various fragrances came from, as well as intertwined advertising sounds coming from the speakers.
At this point, most of the people who go shopping are couples. As for singles, they prefer takeout instead of going out in person.
Looking at the lovers holding hands and being intimate, Zhao Cheng smiled. He couldn't help but miss the past at a similar time, at this place, and at that time.
At that time, he was probably in a state of being sober and yet not sober. On the one hand, he felt that falling in love was very troublesome and it was good to be alone. On the other hand, he felt that it was hard to find a true love. In the end, there was still a trace of it that could not be traced.
of envy.
As for now, it's all a matter of laughter.
After walking for a short distance, Zhao Cheng arrived at his destination, which was a food stall. As soon as Zhao Cheng passed by, there was a tall and thin boy. He glanced at it first, then turned his eyes. After about three seconds, he suddenly turned around again.
His eyes were wide open, as if he was trying to determine something.
Immediately afterwards, he wanted to get up, but hesitated a little, as if he was not sure.
It was Zhao Cheng who smiled and said: "Brother Xun, long time no see. Why, we don't recognize each other anymore?!"
