“How dare you let me get into such a big trouble?”
“It’s not enough to take care of your children, take care of your bookstore, and take care of your school. I also have to take the blame for you? Where is your conscience? Do ancient wizards and above have no conscience?”
The indignant voice of the yellow raccoon made the small bookstore buzz, and also woke up the two newborn ratmen under the blanket. They didn't realize what happened, and they only noticed the outside of the thin blanket.
A ferocious aura was erupting unbridled, so he hid under the blanket and shivered, not daring to move.
The tabby cat looked at the trembling blanket under his eyes, becoming increasingly annoyed, and suddenly had the urge to carve a few bloody marks on Old Wu's face with his claws.
It turned back and looked at the bookstore owner fiercely, its narrow pupils flashing with a fierce light.
On the recliner, Mr. Wu still covered his face with a book, as if he was taking a nap, but his right hand suddenly raised his index finger and shook it at the tabby cat: "A gentleman moves his mouth but doesn't move his claws... If you scratch him, there will be no dried fish to eat."
Already."
“My special cat is a cat! Not some hazelnut fungus!”
The civet replied irritably, its tail raised high, like a flagpole or a spear about to charge. It opened its eyes wide, stared at the bookstore owner, and asked again: "Why didn't you stop me just now!
"
Whenever the other party’s answer is not to your liking and there is no dried fish to eat, it will rush over and scratch the bookstore owner’s face with blood all over it.
“It is better to clear things up than to block them. Blocking is not the best way to solve the problem.”
Mr. ˆ explained in his usual way: "I thought this would give you a better understanding of time and the flow of destiny... This would be very helpful for you to advance to legend."
Hearing the words 'Advanced Legend', the tabby cat, which had already lowered its body and was about to pounce, was stunned. Its high-erected tail drooped, like a duster, sweeping the thin blanket beside it.
The originally shivering blanket visibly calmed down, and the subtle snores of two mousemen came from under the blanket.
“The long river of time and destiny?”
The cat repeated the words spoken by the owner of the bookstore, its chubby cat face wrinkled: "How should I say? If I save them or don't save them, will it still affect that thing?"
It still clearly remembers that not long ago, on the battlefield of Black Prison, when the Siren King advanced, the huge, gurgling river stretched from the distant "nothing" to the entire Black Prison; that drowned all life,
A long river flowing with dreamlike magic.
Of course, the most important thing is the bright stars above the long river, which are the eyes of the ancients looking at the world.
“What do you think the river of time and destiny looks like?” the gentleman asked.
The cat hesitated for a moment.
“A river...a very long and wide river?” it replied a little unconfidently.
“What is the shape of time?” Mr. continued to ask.
"Time?" The cat was already a little impatient, swung its tail, hesitated, and then mumbled and replied: "Isn't time a dimensional line? That's what the book says... Since it is a dimensional line, it should naturally be linear, right?
."
With that said, it took out a claw and scratched the bookcase next to it, pulling out a long and thin mark: "Hey, it's like this line."
Although he couldn't see clearly the gentleman's face hidden by the book, at this moment, Huanghuali could clearly feel that the gentleman was shaking his head.
“It is better to have no books than to believe in all the books... Such an understanding is too one-sided and cannot support you in setting foot on the legend.”
Mr. Wu's buzzing voice came from under the book, like hundreds of bubbles colliding with each other: "You know, this world is not static. Every life, every tree, and even every stone in the world, every time they
Choices and changes will lead to different consequences."
"For example, if a stone rolls to the left, it will block an ant hole. In order to get out, the ants have to dig a new hole in the other direction, and that new hole happens to be located in the most vulnerable part of the river embankment, so the embankment collapses.
Thousands of people died."
“Imagine if the pebbles rolled to the right, or if the burrowing worker ants chose another direction, would the world be different?”
"Time starts from a point, just like a spring deep in Tanggula. It flows gurgling, small and weak. Every human judgment and every choice will cause this stream to instantly create a new tributary.
"
“Two tributaries branch out from one point, and one branch branches into two, three, or four new tributaries, and then the new tributaries continue to branch into new tributaries... What does this look like?”
“Like a net.”
The yellow-breasted raccoon squinted and nodded thoughtfully. A huge, seemingly boundless, three-dimensional network emerged in its mind, with each node having subtle connections with other nodes. This big network follows and
The distant past unfolds like a huge blooming morning glory. The distant past is extremely thin and small, while the present and future are dense and large.
“Very good.”
The owner of the bookstore put away his index finger, replaced it with his thumb, praised the tabby cat, and continued: "As time goes by, there are more and more tributaries, and the network becomes denser... The distance is small and the near is large, so there is
It has the shape of a long river."
“After all, it’s still a river.” The cat curled his lips.
"Wrong. The river is just an appearance. Since you want to jump out of the long river, you must see its most essential appearance through the appearance... What is its essence?"
“A branching tributary?”
"Absolutely correct. So, time is an angle, starting from one point, with different choices as the sides, forming an open and stable shape... The 'side' of each choice extends to a certain extent, and it will become the starting point of a new time.
, and then repeat the previous story, dividing into two sides again. Just like this, one is attached to the other, like a rope... It can also be called a 'clue'."
“The clue is the context of time development.”
“In a sense, the Hounds of Tindalos live in a more real world than most wizards, and Mshisha’s experiments are more radical than those of most professors at the school.”
The Tindalos hound is a creature that lives in horn-shaped discontinuous time, and Mhisha is their ruler. Huanghuali remembers that Zheng Qing had a dog with Tindalos hound blood. It always felt that
Those creatures are very weird, but I didn’t expect them to be rated so highly by Mr.
But these are not its focus.
“What does this have to do with those two rat men?”
Huang Huali finally recovered from the endless ocean of knowledge and grabbed the question that confused him at first: "What does it have to do with you not stopping me? Moreover, if time is an angle, then what is the time dimension line in dimensional theory?