Yan Qi left.
Maybe he continued to stand in front of the palace and couldn't say anything good, or maybe he didn't know what to do after entering the palace. He was silent for a long time and suddenly disappeared from the front of the palace. Although he won the battle, he walked away like a loser.
Zhang Hongzheng's creation boundary was broken, he suffered some injuries and needed to rest. Qin Ming took the old man back home first. Gongsun Ce thought of the murderous intention that flashed through him when he drew the sword before, and felt that he should respect this teacher very much, just like he loved his classmates.
"The place is in such a mess." Gongsun Ce sighed, "Does your Majesty have anything to say?"
Duke Wu Qin An stood beside him, shaking his head silently.
"Your Majesty has no intention of recruiting students into the palace."
"Since His Majesty has no intention, we students will not join in the fun." Gongsun Ce smiled bitterly, "What can we say if we go? What can we do?"
He left the palace on the inside of the moon, took a secret passage to the desolate surface of the moon, and lay on the crater to think for a while. The moon is like a gray-white desert, and beyond the endless dark night sky is the aqua blue planet. He was thinking aimlessly, wondering whether generations of emperors living on the inside of this desolate planet would feel lonely and unhappy every day. I wonder if the people on earth who know the truth will be so angry and resentful when they see the moon that they no longer want to look at the sky.
"What a fucking torture." Gongsun Ce sighed.
He flew up from the moon and turned into a meteor flying towards the earth.
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Other people in Shenjing City were also busy. After Yan Qi disappeared, he was completely missing. Everyone was afraid that this emotional bastard would cause another big trouble, so they ran all over Shenjing City looking for the piece of black clothes. Liu Zhongwu's divination didn't work this time, and Situ Yi's tracing technique didn't perform well either. Everyone simply used clumsy methods to find them in person.
But Yan Qi didn't hide or hide. He was lying on the top of the main hall at the inner gate of the Imperial Academy, watching the moon and drinking alone. The wine gourd has probably been empty for seven or eight times. After drinking too much, I can no longer taste the quality of the wine. I just pour it into my mouth. The overflowing wine drips on the black clothes, giving off an unpleasant smell. , like a downtrodden drunkard.
"What kind of good gourd is this? You still have it after drinking so much?"
Yan Qi hung his head drunkenly and saw Gongsun Ce standing under a cypress tree. This gray-haired man quietly broke through his cover-up. Logically speaking, a guy who doesn't understand his illusions shouldn't break through it so quickly, but what's the point? There were already so many weird things about this man that Yan Qi didn't bother to think about them anymore.
He took another sip and said inarticulately: "The wine cellar connected to Tianshu... In the past, there was a fight between the inner sects... I won this as a gift."
"No wonder, it's still a trophy." Gongsun Ce smiled, "I guess you don't have anywhere to go. It's really in the inner gate. Go out when you're done drinking, so as not to worry everyone."
"Get lost." Yan Qi waved his hand tiredly.
Gongsun Ce leaned against the cypress tree, looking at the moon in the sky, and suddenly said: "I have always been curious, what kind of ability is your 'Tianji Palace'? It is said to be the boundary-breaking method of silence, but in actual use it is always useless. The movement and appearance are much smaller than the noise caused by the devil like me. The actual effect is even weirder, moving people from one place to another, changing the attack to other places... Compared with destroying something Things are more like moving in space, I can’t think clearly.”
He said leisurely: "It wasn't until I heard your declaration earlier that I finally understood your intention. 'The fate of heaven is endless, and the pole star does not move.' No matter how everything in this world changes, the star of the North Star will not move. Because it is the hub of the starry sky, the pole of the sky, and the reference for determining direction. All things must be based on its angle to be consolidated."
Gongsun Ce lit a cluster of Nirvana and folded his hands in front of the fire. His fingers kept opening and closing, and the shadow of his hand changed on the ground, sometimes like a dwarf, sometimes like a crab, sometimes like a lively dog head. No matter how the movements of the hands change, the position of the firelight remains unchanged and the shadow is always in the same place.
"With the immovable Beichen, there can be a changing world. And if the 'reference point' of Beichen shifts, the world will also change accordingly."
Gongsun Ce blew lightly and asked Niyan to change direction. The fire only moved an inch, but the shadow of the dog's head and hand was illuminated thin and long, like a sinister cat. He let the firelight float back and forth, and the shadows of his hands kept changing, like gods, ghosts, and demons. In the end, they no longer formed a complete image, only a blur of black.
"If Beichen no longer intends to be a benchmark, it will no longer support or observe the world..." Gongsun Ce smiled, "Then the world will no longer exist, and everything will return to darkness."
He suddenly blew out the Nirvana, and the shadow of his hand disappeared. After losing the light source, no matter how much my hands change, I can no longer perform shadow play.
Gongsun Ce put his hands behind his back and said with a wry smile: "What an arrogant guy! You regard yourself as the highest benchmark in the sky. Do you think you are the god who judges all living beings?"
Yan Qi sneered: "You're a bit capable, so that's half right."
Gongsun Ce pushed up his glasses: "The remaining half is the 'eye'?"
"Yes, I have lost my eyes. Tianji Palace is my eyes. What I see in my eyes is the world. When I open my eyes, the world is created, and when I close my eyes, everything dies."
"so."
"Do you understand, kid?"
"I understand, what's wrong?" Gongsun Ce shrugged.
Yan Qi raised the wine gourd, stared at it for a moment, and laughed wildly: "Then you still have such a fucking attitude? Do you know how good I am! When I don't want to play anymore and want to close my eyes, your world will be fucking over!" !”
Gongsun Ce was tired from standing, so he simply sat down on a rocking chair, shaking his head here and there.
"Really, Yan Qi, I don't want to teach you a lesson, I'm not qualified to teach you a lesson." He said, "But you are over 20 years old, buddy, don't act like a little kid, okay?"
"Get the fuck out of here!"
The rocking chair suddenly disappeared, and Gongsun Ce sat down on the ground. He wasn't angry either. He put his hands on his legs and lay down on the ground.
"I've always thought you were very good at controlling your emotions. I've never seen you lose your temper like this. Is it because of the war?"
"War?" Yan Qi sneered, "Do you know why I don't have this eye?"
"All ears."
"I was born in the 16th year of Jingping, 153 years ago. There was a famine and strife in the country. If people didn't have enough to eat, they would make trouble, and if they couldn't grow food, they would rob it. There were bandits everywhere, and the court would send troops to suppress them. , but the imperial court is too poor to pay military salaries, so how can those soldiers who are fighting in the war have enough to eat?"
"So the bandits are being suppressed more and more. They have been fighting intermittently for more than six years since the year I was born, and they have not subsided." Yan Qi took a sip of wine, "At the beginning, it was to capture young men, then to collect food and salary, and in the end, it was even more difficult to suppress the bandits. I stopped fucking pretending and just came over to grab food. I didn’t want to give it to you, so the knife came over. I wiped it with the knife and my eyeballs cracked, and I couldn’t see anything anymore.”
Yan Qi touched the blindfold, his fingertips trembling slightly, like those blind people who have no power.
"But I only eat that one bite. They have food to eat, what should I eat?" He asked Gongsun Ce, "What should I eat?!"
He grabbed the cloth tightly, and veins bulged on the back of his hands. His gentle face was filled with anger and hatred, and he looked as ferocious as an evil ghost. He roared crazily, his roar sounding like the cry of a child long ago.
"It's gone! It was robbed! There is nothing left! What should I do? What should I do?"
"Bring it back." Gongsun Ce said.
Yan Qi turned his head sharply and stared at him with non-existent eyes.
"Not enough! I have to avenge these eyes! So I tried my best to follow them, and I found their military camp. They were all soldiers, gangsters, and scoundrels. I burned the entire camp with a knife. Stand in front of the only exit, and I will kill all those bastards, leaving no one behind!!"
Gongsun Ce imagined the fire that happened more than a hundred years ago. The fire eroded the long grass and almost set the sky on fire. The evil bandits were rolling in pain in the fire. Those who wanted to escape the sea of fire would often have their trachea blocked by the smoke and dust, and they would kneel down. Wailing silently on the ground. The blind boy stood in the distance of that hell, relying on his keen hearing to catch every scream, laughing crazily like an evil ghost.
"It's amazing." Gongsun Ce said, "I would do the same thing if it were me."
"Then I entered the Paradise of Cave Heaven. Fan Dingjie saw that I was too powerful and couldn't tolerate me!" Yan Qi laughed, "I hate it, Gongsun boy. I, Yan Qi, hate the fucking bandits the most. What I hate is the war that deprives the people of their livelihood. They not only robbed me of food but also destroyed my eyes. After I became blind, I couldn’t even draw a picture! I hate this shitty world!
Anyway, I entered Taixue and learned the law of impermanence. I discovered that I was a genius. I have hope, I am determined, I am determined to be a high official, the greatest official. After I become a big shot, there will be no more wars, and there will be no unlucky things like me. I can put an end to all wars by myself. I have the power, I can do it! "
He covered his eyes and laughed hoarsely: "But what now? I have broken through the boundaries, I am a big shot, I know the truth, what can I do?"
Gongsun Ce felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He now understood how Yan Qi felt. This man kept saying unrealistic things and dreaming almost wild dreams because those fantasies were necessary for him. He hated this absurd world. If he didn't add some beautiful goals to himself, how could he survive?
No wonder he kept covering his eyes. If he really saw the real world that day... he wouldn't be able to control himself, right? Just close the "eyes" in your heart completely and erase the dirty world without leaving any trace.
What a complete and utter master of silence.
The sound of approaching footsteps was muffled very softly, and while the two were talking, the other students also came, standing silently under the old tree, listening to their friends recount the past. Gongsun Ce wanted to say something, but someone took action first. Black-red fire ignited in the shadows, and a woman with black hair and red eyes walked out of the tribulation flames, with sympathy and sadness in her eyes.
"King of Silence?" Gongsun Ce raised his eyebrows, "You...?!"
He felt that something was wrong. King Silence had no reason to express sympathy for him. Her eyes were always looking at the top of the hall, where she was looking at Yan Qi! Gongsun Ce quickly mobilized his strength to stop him, but the world became as stagnant as mud at this time. His movements were extremely slow, but King Silence and Yan Qi still moved like ordinary people.
He realized what had happened. This was the usual "time stopping" behavior when the King of Silence appeared, and at this time he was excluded from the King's communication. The King of Silence does not intend to communicate with him, her goal is Yan Qi in virtual history!
"That's enough, Yan Qi."
The woman with black hair and red eyes stood behind Yan Qi, raising her hand to cover his face.
"You have made a lot of efforts, but the world will not let you get what you want. No matter how wise and powerful you are, you will still encounter difficulties that cannot be solved. Those troubles, sorrows and struggles will haunt you endlessly and make you It can never be transcended.”
"No one asked you." Yan Qi's voice was hoarse, "Go away."
"There is no point in being bound by such pain. The sorrow you have experienced will always be repeated in this world, causing more people to fall into the same pain as you."
The King of Silence said softly: "Think about your strength. You are the only one who has the ability to make choices at the moment. If even you give up, what's the point of practicing so far?"
Yan Qi Jing, who wanted to resist, stayed in place, and King Jing Jing indifferently held the blindfold.
"Come on, close your eyes and release your power. Together we will burn this world... to ashes!"
She slowly pulled the cloth, and the blind painter was about to see the world. This is not the real thirteen years ago. This virtual history can go in countless ways, including the worst one. The person who makes the decision is the Eternal King, and no one present can interfere with her actions.
Therefore, another bystander lurking in the darkness decided to take action, and a blue light flashed in the dim night. Therefore, the bound Gongsun Ce had a moment of time. This short period of freedom was not enough for him to construct a spell. He only had time to say one sentence...
A final word!
"Hey, Yan Qi!" Gongsun Ce yelled, "The law of impermanence is useless!"
The blazing calamity flames suddenly fell silent, and the gloomy young man turned his head without saying a word. Gongsun Ce smiled helplessly and told the truth that the painter himself often talked about.
"It is said that it is a world-creating method, but it cannot change the world. If you practice a world-breaking method, it cannot really destroy the world. Even if you have the power to penetrate the sky and the earth, what can you do? After all, it is a dragon-slaying method..."
"There is no use for force." Yan Qi said.
He added this sentence casually and was startled for a moment, as if even he was surprised by his own reaction. He shook his head and broke away from the Silent King's hands, shook the gourd in his hand, and poured out not a drop of wine.
"Ha." Yan Qi chuckled. The laughter is getting louder and louder, and the vicissitudes of life are sad but ethereal, like a frustrated poet drinking wine to the moon, spitting out the pride and melancholy in his chest.
"Unsatisfactory, no freedom, no ambition, difficult to transcend... It's useless! It's useless! It's really the art of slaying a dragon!"
He pulled off the blindfold and raised his arms as if to embrace the sky. The old wounds from a hundred years ago healed in the blink of an eye. After a long time, the blind painter saw the night sky again, saw the white moon in the dark night, friends gathering under the shade of the trees, and saw the smoke of gunfire on the distant battlefield and the lights. The city of God’s capital is peaceful and joyful.
The real world is so vast yet so small, as if you can reach out and embrace it. It seems that it can be easily distorted and destroyed by great power, but the mind of just one person can never "change" it.
So what if it's powerful? So what about intelligence?
"Hahaha, hahahaha! Being bound is a destiny, and the vast world is a prison!"
Yan Qi laughed wildly and fell on the eaves. The wine gourd fell from his hand and fell into Qin Ming's hand. The ink as deep as night leaps up and turns into the strongest wall in the world. At this moment, all the world-creating magicians looked towards the imperial capital Shenjing, and they sensed an unprecedentedly powerful aura.
The newly born world-creating method is the prison in which he restrains himself.
Gongsun Ce silently took out the pointer. The pointer marking the historical correction was moving rapidly in the positive direction.
He finally understood one of the foundations for the establishment of this virtual history. The key point that determines the direction of history is not the emperor or the war, but whether Yan Qi can draw his own cage.
(End of chapter)
