The voices of tens of thousands of people were called out almost at the same time, as if they were uttered by one person. The voice echoed lowly on the plain. After speaking, all the people who looked like his adoptive father looked at him fixedly, with their eyes revealing
With concern.
Zhang Yuze turned a blind eye to them, looking over their heads and looking into the distance.
Because although these people were like his adoptive father, he could detect that each of them had no fluctuations in their hearts and would only respond rigidly to external things according to predetermined spirituality.
So after meeting him, no matter what he said or how he responded, everyone was exactly the same.
He stepped forward and walked deeper into the plain under the gaze of thousands of people who looked like his adoptive father. Seeing that he ignored him, thousands of people spoke again, but the words were still the same, and he did not listen.
, came all the way to the end.
There is a huge shack here, standing as tall as a mountain on the plain, with the gray-blue sky behind it. It stands there quietly, as if it has not changed since ancient times.
This huge building is supported by folded legs like a spider, and the top is covered with the carapace of some kind of creature. The walls are like thin wings of insects, and there seems to be no entrance.
Zhang Yu watched outside for a while, then walked closer. When he was still a few steps away from the film, right in front of him, a hole was torn open in the film wall with a slight sound.
He walked straight in without stopping.
Although the sounds outside are noisy, as soon as you walk in, all the sounds are immediately isolated. It is very peaceful here, with the occasional tinkling sound...
He looked over, and saw a transparent and soft warm light emitting from the four walls, bright but not dazzling. In the middle of the shed, there was a giant statue ten feet tall, lying on his back on the ground.
There are rows of bamboo shelves on the giant's torso that are easy to get up and down. At the top, there is a figure who is concentrating on knocking on it. From time to time, he will take out a bark book to read, write and draw.
, seems to be trimming and recording something.
Zhang Yuning noticed this man. The latter still looked like his adoptive father, but he was different from those outside. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his expression was focused and gentle, and he was full of bookishness. At this moment, he was busy with the matter in front of him.
, as if he was not aware of what was going on outside at all.
He stood there without making any noise.
After a while, the man opened the book again and glanced down unconsciously. He was about to return his attention to the book, but then he immediately turned his eyes away and glanced down. He unconsciously took off his glasses.
, wiped it with his sleeves, put it on again, and said in surprise: "Xiao Lang? Is that you?"
Zhang Yu raised his sleeves, bowed to the top, and said, "It's me. I've met my adoptive father."
"Really you?"
Zou Zheng looked at him with eyes full of surprise, and said with a hint of excitement and relief: "I knew those things wouldn't be a problem for you." But at the same time, he seemed to have thought of it, and said a little uneasily: "Why did you find it here?
It’s over.”
Zhang Yudao: "Don't my adoptive father hope that I can't find this place?"
Zou Zhengwen said: "My thoughts are just that I hope you can grow up safely and spend your life stably. However, the world is unstable, so I have found some ways for you to protect yourself, but in my heart I hope you can inherit everything I have."
If I can't continue, you can take over, that's enough. But if you can come here, it means you have gone far enough, and there are some things that you can't avoid now." In the end, he said
He also sighed slightly.
Zhang Yu looked up and said, "Father, I have many questions."
Zou Zheng snorted, put down the things in his hands, and climbed down the shelf from above. But halfway, he suddenly paused and turned around and said: "It was my mistake to leave without saying anything. Xiaolang, don't you blame me?"
Bar?"
Zhang Yudao: "Of course not. The adoptive father must have his own considerations, and I understand that."
Zou Zheng looked slightly relaxed, put on his glasses, and climbed down easily with his hands and feet. He came to Zhang Yu, gestured with his hands, and said with emotion: "Xiao Lang, you were only so high when you left, and now you are taller than me."
, By the way, is Mr. Xun okay?"
Zhang Yudao: "Maybe I haven't seen Master Xun for a long time."
Zou Zhengdao: "Mr. Xun is a capable person. I think he taught you a lot."
Zhang Yu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "There are indeed many."
Zou Zheng looked pleased.
Zhang Yu said at this time: "Father, those people outside?"
Zou Zheng didn't care and said: "Oh? Those people are what I use to help. They can do what I can do. I can save my mind and concentrate on doing my own thing."
After a pause, he added: "If you are willing, you can talk to them. They can do anything. If you are not willing, you don't need to pay attention to them."
At this time, he turned his gaze, looked curiously at the empty place next to Zhang Yu, and said, "Who is this kid?"
Zhang Yu took a look and knew that he was asking about Bai Guo. He was the first person he had ever seen who could directly see the true spirit of Zhijian. However, he was so angry that he was already in contact with it and had a sufficient level.
People can indeed see it, so he explained it.
Zou Zheng held his glasses, looked at the ginkgo for a while, and commented: "It's a very interesting creature, is it Tianxia's skill?" He sighed: "I know that Tianxia has the skill to create things, and he has taken a unique path.
I'm here to study my own affairs, and I don't know where this road is now."
He looked outside again, and suddenly became wary and asked, "When you got here, were you with anyone else?"
Zhang Yudao: "There is no one else. I am the only one here."
Zou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good."
Zhang Yudao: "I read the books left by my adoptive father. Is my adoptive father hiding from someone?"
Zou Zheng sighed and said, "I think differently from some people. You and I have already been involved. I will talk to you slowly about this matter later."
Zhang Yu nodded and said hello.
Zou Zheng knocked on the empty space at this time, and suddenly there was a sound like an empty drum. A man who looked exactly like him walked in from outside, but he looked slightly different from those on the plain. He said with concern: "Little
Lang is here, do you still remember his favorite dishes?"
Another Zou Zheng said dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? How could I forget this?"
Zou Zheng waved his hand as if to drive him away: "Then go quickly and don't waste time here." The other Zou Zheng grumbled and walked out again.
Zou Zheng said to Zhang Yu again: "I'm not used to bossing others around. Anyway, I'm bossing myself around, so it doesn't matter."
Zhang Yu looked at the giant statue and said, "Father, what is this?"
When Zou Zheng was asked about this thing, he immediately came to talk and said, "You said this, you have seen the ones on the way here, right? These are different living creature clusters that I created."
"Did you know that every living being has unlimited potential, but a single living being or a single species is insufficient. Only when they are reconciled can they be complete, rather than looking at them individually."
"Look at the vegetation in the dense forest, from high to low, from top to bottom, from sparse to dense, there will be a suitable presence in each position to fill the gaps, and each type of vegetation can find its own reasonable position."
"No matter how the turbid tide changes, living things have always continued. However, this kind of continuity is rough, scattered, and uncertain. Without reasonable guidance and distribution, it may take a long time to achieve perfect symbiosis.
But maybe there will never be such a possibility..."
Zhang Yu suddenly felt like he was back in the past. Every time Zou Zheng talked about various rare creatures and ancient knowledge, he was so enthusiastic. He could talk about a topic for a long time, and if no one interrupted, he would not stop for a long time.
Therefore, he spoke at the right time and said: "Father, now I have seen some 'gods' that can be sent into my consciousness in Tianxia. I don't know, but does my foster father know?"
"Son of God?"
Zou Zheng was startled, thought for a moment, and then said a strange syllable and said, "Is this it?"
Zhang Yu's heart moved, and he immediately understood. This voice was a summary of the Son of God. It used the highest words. The words not only showed the way the power of the Son of God was expressed, but also showed his identity and origin.
And with this supreme word, the Son of God no longer has any secrets for him. Now as long as he uses the light of his mind to cover the continent, he can control the vast majority of the Son of God in existence.
In fact, this time I came here, even if I didn't ask about other things, this harvest was enough. Unexpectedly, Zou Zheng said it directly, obviously he didn't care much about it.
He nodded and said, "That's it."
Zou Zheng followed this up and said: "I didn't expect you, Xiaolang, to care about this matter. 'Son of God' was once a relatively satisfactory work that I created. It's just because they have always had flaws, so I'm still making improvements."
He said enthusiastically: "You know, Xiaolang, that things that are the same are meaningless and have no future. They are just tools at most. The movement of things lies in change, from one thing to another.
No exception..."
After speaking for a while, his voice quickly changed into another language. This is the ancient Tianxia language. The commonly used Tianxia language can only explain ordinary things, but the ancient language is different. Like the supreme words, it can explain the fundamentals of things.
To communicate spirituality with the source, without having to use various descriptions and descriptions to express it.
And at their level, saying this is tantamount to directly understanding the origin of things, or the origin as they understand it. In the eyes of Taoists, that is "Tao".
Zhang Yu waited for Zou Zheng to talk for a while, and then said: "It is said that the son of God comes from the elder, so who is the foster father and the elder?"
"Elder?" Zou Zheng glanced at him and said matter-of-factly: "I am the elder."
