Under the moonlight, His Majesty the Emperor Wu waved his hand and did not look back. His tall figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the trees on the shore, disappearing into the wilderness, and he did not know where he went. The exchange of large amounts of information between the two people came to an end.
Ronan was right where His Majesty the Emperor was before, resting his elbows on the railing, waiting quietly in the flowing moonlight and shadows.
For a moment like this, I suddenly laughed.
The last words of His Majesty the Emperor Wu were indeed not very pleasing to the ears according to the trend of independent personality, but Ronan did not find them offensive.
He didn't mind what His Majesty the Emperor Wu said at all.
What's "not oneself", "container", etc... What's wrong with such expressions?
He is.
Whether it is a container or a work, he has always followed the path planned by his grandfather and father, building a foundation with format theory, and then learning and digesting the knowledge and power of Tianyuan Civilization.
Even if there is a variable like a magic talisman in the middle, overall, it still roughly follows the frame.
In this way, his physical form was given by his parents, and his thinking was formed within the framework of format theory, in order to inherit and demonstrate the research results of three generations on this line - what is wrong with this? What's wrong?
In the final analysis, he is just a "genetic species". In this case, "heritage" and "legacy" are the core words. If not, how can we see the Hui Shuo Spring and Autumn Period in the life of a cricket?
Ronan thanked His Majesty the Emperor Wu for reminding him again to help him clear his mind so that he would not really attribute all the current achievements to him alone under the flattery and fear of the world.
Of course, according to this logic, as a son of man, he should not just sit back and enjoy his achievements, but must inherit the old troubles gradually accumulated by his elders along the way, and the karma planted successively.
Ronan's eyes were focused on the shadow of the moon on the river. In fact, it still broke through the barrier of thousands of miles of void. Together with the moon, it was focused on the lonely and thin old man on the balcony.
Luo Yuandao always lowered his head and did his own thing, completely unaware of the outside world.
Ronan watched quietly. After watching for a long time, he felt in a trance that the old man's blurry shadow under the moon was intertwined with the shadows of the surrounding railings, lounge chairs, and walls, and seemed to be swaying with the night wind; and so on. , in that building, also spread out in the endless night.
It is like a huge cloak, touching every corner of the world.
Of course this is not true, it is just Ronan's hallucination caused by the influence of His Majesty the Emperor Wu's message.
According to His Majesty the Emperor Wu, the "God's Cloak" that Luo Yuandao is involved in is in an abnormal state, and in the current time and space environment where the "Tian Yuan Spiritual Network" does not exist, it is even more difficult to present it at the regular level of perception.
Most of the time, it hides in the extremely dust-free realm, erecting an invisible filter that projects this rule logic layer by layer into the earth's local time and space to isolate internal and external news.
This is already a structure approaching the lowest level of rules. No matter how keen the perception is for members of native civilizations like Ronan, they are naturally adaptable to the environment in which they grew up, and it is difficult to detect abnormalities. If you don't hear it for a long time, you will be transformed into it."
Only extraterrestrial visitors like His Majesty the Emperor Wu and Li Wei can detect the strangeness and gradually locate the source of the target through years of sensory exploration.
According to His Majesty Emperor Wu, in the local time and space of the earth, the "cloak of gods"
"There is only one fulcrum in Luo Yuandao. And it does not exist in the old man's body, but in his ethereal and crazy spiritual world.
On weekdays, it is like a speck of dust, floating uncertainly; once it encounters a stimulus, it falls down and is anchored in the material world with great momentum.
Until then, there will be no obvious signs.
So far, Ronan himself has not seen and verified the existence of the "God's Cloak", and it is impossible for him to believe it just based on the empty words of His Majesty the Martial Emperor.
However, His Majesty Emperor Wu has evidence.
The evidence is the "Aurora Lights" on New Year's Eve last year.
At that time, Ronan was pulled by the out-of-control magic talisman and came into direct contact with Nichi Lun Jue Prison for the first time. Under the impact of its huge information, it was difficult to protect himself, and he did not really see the "God's Cloak" fluttering. What a look. However, we can still get a glimpse of it from the records of various parties afterwards.
And it was also that night that my grandfather became critically ill and almost died.
Comparison at several levels has formed a relatively clear chain of cause and effect.
Ronan was also thinking about why the "Day Nightmare" with a similar nature, which was also bursting out from the information flow of the Nirvana Prison, did not stimulate the "God's Cloak"?
But if you think about it a little more, it seems to be explained by the reason that "the altar spider web digests itself". The specific details need to be carefully studied and pondered.
Besides, the word "cloak" is really not unfamiliar to Ronan.
I have heard it many times just from the mouths of delirious old people. Also, when I went to Baizu Laboratory to visit my mother's grave in June, I met Luo Yuan and learned from him that the official name of the key project of the Wilderness Laboratory was "Cloak".
Ronan is even the sponsor of one of the sub-projects of that project - the "Ecological Research on Distributed Distortion Gene Networks" of Ezuka Sakai.
Oh, maybe it’s more accurate to say Wu Jun.
There is also the "Luo Religion" in the wilderness that Wu Jun barely supported. The "Sacred Cloak" in it is also a point worth paying attention to.
Although each link has not yet formed a complete chain, the front and back are closely connected, and each piece can add a lot of convincing to His Majesty the Emperor Wu's statement. At least it looks quite rigorous now, with no obvious flaws.
However, Ronan wanted to know but didn't know how many years had it been since "God's Cloak" chose Luo Yuandao as its "fulcrum"?
For what reason did the old man under his gaze choose... or be forced to bear this unbearable pressure?
Maybe Ronan had been watching for too long? The old man on the balcony slowly raised his head for some unknown reason and stared blankly at the sky.
The focus of his cloudy gaze might be the crooked moon in the sky, the haze of the city, or it might be nothing at all.
Ronan would rather believe that the old man was looking at him from a distance. Perhaps in this way, he could see clearly the crazy spiritual world over there, who the old man had made an agreement with, and whether the old man had been staring at the person in the abyss. Phantom...
Unfortunately, Ronan didn't see anything.
The glow of the moon was still as bright as before, and the old man was bathing in it. His face moved the dry flesh on his neck and slowly squirmed.
He didn't know that there was an invisible shadow appearing out of thin air right now, standing behind him. After a moment, she leaned into his ear again and asked softly:
"Who is it, Grandpa?"
Luo Yuandao did not respond.
"Can't you tell me? Even if
Draw it? Just like your previous... less brilliant works. "
Luo Yuandao was still looking at the night sky, his thin body swaying, as if he was about to lie down at any time, but he maintained a quite relaxed state.
Ronan's soul projection continued to nestle behind the old man's shoulder, whispering intermittently.
He couldn't help but wonder if there would be one night, many nights, when Luo Zhongheng was like this, standing quietly behind his father and whispering like this. The two of them looked at the night sky together, trying to penetrate the invisible cloak, looking for the shadow that might be great or cruel?
Can he see it?
Maybe, one day my mother will join in, so what about her?
Ronan subconsciously looked to the left and right... From the limited perspective of an ordinary person, there was nothing, even him.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but quickly pursed his lips stubbornly.
After calming down a little, Ronan continued. The spiritual waves vibrated in the air, communicating silently and effectively with the old man:
"Grandpa, Emperor Wu... I don't know if you recognize that person. Her evaluation is quite objective, and I agree with it.
"Whether it's a container or a result, since we are of the same origin, you can see that I should be able to do it too, we can all do it."
The old man still ignored him.
Ronan laughed to himself. At this time, he didn't think about inheritance or trajectory and cause and effect. He only thought about the people closest to him. Their thoughts were not very rational, rarely organized, and even a little bit complaining. :
"You guys...I know as much as possible what you want me to know; but what I know, how can I let you know?
"Why can't you... just be 'us'?
“We don’t differentiate between each other, so why should we be different?”
"……I?"
The vague sound shook the air, and Ronan's soul seemed to have been hit hard and frozen there.
At this time, Luo Yuandao opened his lips and teeth and repeated the syllables just now:
"I……"
The last note was extremely vague, as if he was about to fall asleep.
But within a few seconds, there was a more obvious oscillation in the air, wandering back and forth across the balcony, so that it had no beginning or end, it was just a humming low sound that was difficult to distinguish.
Ronan's consciousness suddenly condensed, but in such a low voice, the spring melted and frozen, and resonated with it with a certain rhythm that had been immersed in the soul.
“My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;
"My heart is called the mirror, and my heart is called the country."
It is a coherent abbreviation of the sixteen-character formula of "Format Theory". It is obvious that the words are unclear, but the rhythm is as smooth as Ronan who has been immersed in it for many years.
At this moment, Ronan almost wanted to chant in unison, but he was concerned about the old man's mental and physical condition and held back.
Such a low and oscillating sound did not last long, and soon became completely muffled. Not only was there no syllable separation, but the rhythm was also lost.
Only the vibration in the air is still faintly felt.
Watching his grandpa reclining on the recliner and falling asleep, Ronan's spiritual body projection subconsciously remained still, tracing the increasingly slight aftermath, almost fading out together with their time and space structure.
Extreme silence creates noise.
In a daze, Ronan heard another "sound", whirring, as if thousands of curtains were rolling in the wind, and the tails slapped his ears and corners of his eyes, causing slight pain.
