Instead of answering the question from the Starry Sky Guest, the gentleman turned his head and asked.
"Here, come!"
A familiar voice came from above the auditorium. Zheng Qing suddenly looked up and looked up. After all, he saw the figure of Huanghuali. He went somewhere to go, and several hairs on his body were tied and some dust was stained.
In full view of everyone, it jumped down the stairs along the corridor and columns of the hall, jumped down the stairs, with its tail hanging down, and jogged towards the husband calmly. Wherever it passed, the legends hung their hands to avoid it.
Zheng Qing noticed that a book was hanging on the back of Huanghuali.
After running to the teacher, the cat man stood up, picked the book from his back, and handed it to the teacher.
"Master, this is what you want!"
The yellow flower ripped rarely maintains decentness - in Zheng Qing's impression, this was the first time - because it was short, Zheng Qing hurriedly took the book, and handed it to his husband.
The book is a bit heavy.
It is warm and not like paper or cloth. Instead, it is a bit smooth with a little skin. When holding it, Zheng Qing vaguely feels like the capillaries under the skin tremble slightly, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
The gentleman did not answer the book, but directly ordered the boy:
“Expand.”
Zheng Qing followed the order and slowly unfolded, without falling ceilings, rising light, and without the wailing of the soul or mysterious whispers. It seemed like an ordinary book, which was unfolded by him.
There are no words in the volume.
There is only a simple picture of a ruler and a compass.
But just the moment he unfolded.
On the ceiling of the first hall, the seven big stars on both sides of the purple galaxy suddenly shone brightly.
Almost at the same time, an invisible door appeared above Miss Bubble's head, and several spheres with billions of glory were dotted on the door. The spheres were swaying, as if they would fall down in the next second.
The dull hair on the top of Naiazi stood up, and a deep color block appeared above his head, as if countless souls were entangled and wailing. Looking closely, the color block changed into countless images in an instant, from Egyptian pharaohs to librarians, and then to the cemetery to beat the people, they looked at the book with hatred and fear.
There was also Nicholas. A dark green forest appeared above her head. The hanging branches seemed to be tentacles, and mucus fell from above, turning into different images in the void. Those little people ran two steps and turned into wisps of black air, returning to the dark green forest again.
A long blood-colored river appeared above the head of the demon ancestor, coming from the void and going into the void, with gurgling sounds endlessly;
Lalayer is a vast ocean, but compared with the other visions that are realistic, his ocean is illusory and unstable.
There is still a panda above the panda.
Abraham was a book above his head. Although there was no wind in the auditorium, the book was constantly flirting with itself, and countless illusory figures could be seen vaguely ups and downs and downs between the pages.
Compared with the ancients, the legends performed much more uniformly - they all took a step back, as if they had seen something very terrifying.
There were only three and a half people in the entire hall that were not affected by it - Mr. Zheng Qing and Huang Huali, and the remaining half was Monteria who had lost her self. Even so, his figure couldn't help but sway, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his dull face. "What's this?"
The young wizard opened his mouth and did not ask for any questions on such occasions.
But the gentleman seemed to hear his voice.
“——This is the rule.”
The gentleman's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed in the ears of every wizard in the auditorium: "The youngest son of truth, derivative of rules, and attachment of order. As long as he is still in this world, he needs to abide by the rules... Low-level wizards do not have the ability to break the rules, so they will naturally follow the trend and behave properly; high-level wizards have touched the edge of truth, and may accidentally break the rules and be countered by the truth... Therefore, low-level wizards have no sense of the rules, but higher-level wizards avoid them like snakes and scorpions."
After a brief explanation, the gentleman signaled Zheng Qing: "——Put it to the last page of your book."
My book?
Dharma books?
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, followed his fate, turned the Dharma Book to the last page, and then put the skin on it. He originally thought it would be enough to simply clip it in, but when the skin fell on the Dharma Book, the edge immediately turned into a sticky liquid like a melted candle, and slowly penetrated into the Dharma Book Book.
At the same time, the leather was constantly changing, from shape, to thickness, and to texture. In just a short time, Zheng Qing's Dharma Book had a blank attachment.
There is a "mode ruler" watermark on the four corners of the attachment, and the edges are "compass" connected into lines. They look like a circle of strange laces, embellishing this attachment to a completely different style from other pages.
Bright red spells crawled into this attachment from other corners of the Dharma book and the pages, turning into faint watermark patterns.
The gentleman picked up his pen, pierced his fingertips, and left three lines of bright red small words on the attached page.
——The first major indiscriminate disaster will die.
——Those who trespassed on the island of Phuket will be detained.
——Those who injure teachers and students in school will be punished.
These three sentences seem to be simply a rule that targets the riots that occurred in the First University today, but Zheng Qing carefully scrutinized them and always felt that there was a deep meaning.
"—Is it conscious or unconscious that dominates the operation of this world? This is a magical philosophical problem that has no conclusion yet. Even I have no clear answer now."
The gentleman's voice sounded in the auditorium again: "But we know that what distinguishes others from beasts is not the nature of nature, but the rules in our hearts. I am willing to believe that people are originally good at nature; but I also believe that nature is similar and habits are far away. If you don't teach, your nature will move. If you don't avoid it, you will easily deviate from your original intention.
There are thousands of lives in the world, each of which is unique. The choices they make are intertwined, forming a chaotic and unpredictable river of time and destiny above our heads. I know that for many people in this hall, the constraints of time and destiny seem a bit insignificant, and some people can even do that neither belongs here nor there, and can stay on the edge of concepts and be an uncertain existence... So I leave these rules behind, hoping to give everyone some certainty."
Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Leviathan, his voice looking very gentle:
“—Now, write your name on it.”
The pretty boy respectfully agreed.
A trace of melancholy flashed in my eyes.
When I was eating bamboo shoots, I never thought about why I was the first to sign something like this!