Later, Yin Le simply turned his back and went offline on the pretext that he had something to deal with over there.
In this case, Jiang Yuanzhen and Wu Kui could not be counted on. Meng Chong tried hard to integrate it twice, but made no progress, and no longer wasted their efforts, leaving them to argue.
He only stared at the live broadcast on the beach, waiting for a suitable opportunity to bring these unsatisfactory things...
Meng Chong sighed silently.
At this time, he looked at the chaotic and orderly formatted field on the beach, looked at the fire of formatting that burned from time to time, and looked at the "silly sand" that was becoming more and more like a living thing, and his thoughts gradually became ethereal.
It should be said that before others arrived at Zeolite Beach, he had already served as a witness to see the display of Ronan's previous wave of "Format Fire" abilities.
But how can I put it, that special flame at that time lit up with the "Dark Blue Walker" as the medium, and Meng Chong thought it was an alternative method. But the impact that Ronan then displayed on various abilities finally exceeded the upper limit of his normal thinking.
Not to mention what was happening on the beach, that person also had the identity of "Mr. Mo", and the power he showed in Ban City was clearly the most high-end characteristic of the Blood Flame Order.
Why?
Talent and genius seem to be no longer enough to explain. So……
"Ah Chong, you have to say a few more words, don't let these people be too presumptuous!" Jiang Yuanzhen, who couldn't stand the chaotic situation, came to his side and said he was tough, but in fact he was just trying to figure it out. Pure.
Meng Chong reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth in response.
Jiang Yuanzhen sighed again and laughed softly: "I'm old, my legs and feet are not flexible anymore, and my brain can't keep up. I will continue to run faster in the future, with the blessing of the blood flame will..."
The voice suddenly stopped, and the old man was in a daze.
At this time, Meng Chong was supposed to say a few words of comfort, but when the words came to his lips, he said:
"the same."
Both fell silent again.
In this chaotic debate, the two top leaders of the Blood Flame Order failed to see that it was not just their own powerlessness, but the practice theory and even the teachings of their own order that could not be explained or even explained in front of a truly majestic object. An embarrassing situation that cannot be settled.
The core question is:
Should we use the "Blood Flame Will" of the cult to force a peace with Mr. Ronan's theory? Or, on the other hand, should we use Mr. Ronan's theory to directly explain the "Blood Flame Will"?
In fact, the answer is very clear.
In this round of meetings that made everyone dizzy, how many times did Blood Flame Will appear?
The Blood Flame Order is a relatively pure idealistic sect, with no messy beliefs and no sophistication.
But if the foundation of trust in one's own ideas has been shaken, how can one begin to interpret the "idea"?
Could it be that the Blood Flame Order will eventually be like an emotional fire that comes and goes without a trace in the darkness, silently dissipating on the eve of the true light?
Meng Chong never thought that he was a particularly devout believer. As a security captain, he joined the Blood Flame Cult, withstood the so-called "test of the Blood Flame's Will" and survived many times, reaching his current level. In terms of position, the source of his inner strength seems to have little to do with the blood flame will.
However, at this stage, he was still in a daze.
Especially when he realized the profound thoughts that Ronan had picked up at his fingertips on the other side of the beach, he unconsciously murmured:
"Observe the world with eternal laws..."
“It’s not a good way to do academic work by casually changing other people’s opinions.”
The old man's ears were very poisonous, and he could tell immediately that Meng Chong's expression was derived from Spinoza's most famous sentence "seeing things in the light of eternity" (seeing things).
The Ronan used to express the present moment seems to be passable on paper, but the core is obviously different. Moreover, it is ultimately inappropriate to use the religious explanation of a devout Christian to make judgments about the current situation.
Seeing Mr. Jiang becoming serious again, Meng Chong was startled and then laughed.
But before he could respond, a voice suddenly sounded from the deepest part of his mind:
"The sage Zhiyi believes that the world is a pastor. Such a rainbow fart will be louder when shot."
The way and content of the transmission of ideas are indeed somewhat disharmonious, but these are not the main point.
The point is, the person who conveys the idea.
"Priest!"
Meng Chong was shaken and subconsciously straightened his body. Next to him, Jiang Yuanzhen made a similar move, but because it was too intense, he dodged to his waist.
There is no doubt that this is Mrs. Halder's idea, but after these words, there is no further idea. On the contrary, in a more profound and sensitive field, violent turmoil arose.
Blood Soul Temple in Yuan District!
Others in the conference room had reactions similar to Meng Chong's, while others were confused from beginning to end. But no matter which one they are, the elites selected by these religious groups are more or less, directly or indirectly, inextricably linked to the Blood Soul Temple in the Yuan District.
When the very foundation of the Order undergoes drastic changes, no one can remain untouched. In one or two breaths, the originally noisy conference room could hear a pin drop.
The vast majority of people just feel it in their hearts and are still ignorant of the specific situation.
Only senior members of the religious order with sufficient cultivation and authority, such as Meng Chong, Wu Kui, and Yin Le who are thousands of kilometers away, can further sense:
What is turbulent is the "lava lake" at the bottom of the Blood Soul Temple in the Abyss District, where strong negative emotions have accumulated and condensed.
"Why are you still hesitating? Just follow what he said - we obviously have the underlying, active substrate, let's mobilize it."
Mrs. Halder's thoughts were like a sharp knife unsheathed. Compared with the usual ruthless decisions, she was more concise and straightforward: "Even if you are hopelessly stupid, you must still show the value that can be exploited."
"Um?"
On the Zeolite Beach, Ronan raised his eyebrows and felt the unusual but positive wave of restlessness deep in the abyss.
With his control over the Blood Soul Temple in the Abyss District that surpasses almost anyone else in the world, he certainly knows what it represents, and even knows the key driving force behind this wave of changes.
Mrs. Halder is awake.
However, it seems that he has no intention of leaving the country immediately, and there is no direct communication with Ronan.
Ronan did not insist on this.
This wave of help has saved him a lot of trouble.
The wind blew from the sea, bringing with it a slightly fishy smell and some scattered mist remaining. Ronan saw that there seemed to be no change at all on the sea surface, and that the mist seemed to be surging and churning all the time. He silently calculated and looked at the current completeness of each of the five pieces of the puzzle.
The Relay Station Standard Array and Hell Tyrant are gradually on the right track;
Magneto-optical mica, um, insignificant development;
The poisonous environment and the overall space-time environment... this depends on fate. Overall, there is still a lot to be desired, but this kind of splicing and finishing is not a linear process. Especially the first two pieces, when they are spliced, they need to rely on external forces. Each piece is broken and needs to be sorted out. But as long as the foundation is solid, it will naturally be a different situation.
After taking a long breath, Ronan turned around and saw Zhang Yingying working hard to cheer for Chousha, making it look like a family outing, having a great time.
With this appearance, the so-called "biological son" words really cannot be treated as a joke.
But if in the future, Zhang Yingying had to support such a fool who only got in and out, it would take a lot of effort. Not to mention anything else, just the daily supply of energy can bring down her practice.
In order to solve the problem more satisfactorily, Ronan really put a lot of thought into it, thought carefully about the method, prepared the words, and was ready, then he said:
"Hey, Sister Yingying, let me ask again, are you really determined to support me?"
"Of course... raise it."
Zhang Yingying didn't hesitate at all at first, she spoke categorically, but in the middle she seemed to have a thought, she didn't know what she thought of, she was slightly distracted, and her momentum was immediately frustrated.
Ronan was confused: "What's wrong?"
"Well, let me ask, stupid sand is on your side. It's just an 'example' given in class. Does it have any other... I mean, other functions?"
Ronan was startled, then laughed: "I would say yes."
Zhang Yingying pursed her lips, glanced at the stupid sand in the distance, and quickly looked back. She wanted to say something more, but in the end there was nothing to say.
Ronan had understood what she was thinking, which was somewhat unexpected, but it also made him relieved - as expected, it was still the same Zhang Yingying he knew. She was usually casual, but when things really happened, she never Come by temperament.
Although he was obviously obsessed with Congsha, he still considered the progress of Ronan's experiment and did not act based on his own likes and dislikes.
His Majesty, Emperor Wu, is so well trained, much better than the guy here who fell in love with me when things got tough... Cough!
Ronan reflected on himself and became more serious: "Because it is effective, I will use it very carefully. Let's talk now. After this matter is over, do you really want to raise it?" .”
Hearing Ronan's words, which were almost like a promise, Zhang Yingying's whole body seemed to light up. Well, that's an exaggeration. It was her eyes that shone "Blingbling" as she hurriedly declared:
"Of course I have to raise her, of course I have to raise her. I raised her with great difficulty, and I will definitely continue to raise her."
Seeing that Ronan was about to speak again, she stretched out her palms and said, "I know you want to ask for help, so you don't have to worry about this. I'll go find the boss to find a solution."
His Majesty the Emperor Wu is not a Doraemon.
Ronan's complaint was stuck in his throat. He finally swallowed it back and quickly used other words to top it up. "...That's not the case. We can also think of a way to get the best of both worlds."
"real?"
Zhang Yingying picked it up quickly, her eyes sparkling more and more, she was extremely surprised. Obviously, she was not so sure about whether His Majesty Emperor Wu would draw his sword to help or simply "draw his sword".
"Well, I just thought about it and I have a new idea that seems to be more suitable for you."
Taking advantage of Zhang Yingying's good mood, Ronan quickly went through the words he had planned in his mind, and finally cut the knot quickly:
"Have you ever thought about letting Silly Sha shed his body and have his soul leave the body or something?"
