Atal, the great elder in Usa Temple, once said to Zheng Qing, 'The closer you are to the sky, the closer you are to reality, so you can return to reality when you climb the highest mountain.'
Zheng Qing has now climbed to the highest point of Kela Mountain.
But he also realized another fact - distance and reality are not completely proportional. Sometimes, the closer you are to the sky, the farther you seem to be from the truth; the more carefully you observe, the harder it is to see the truth.
Just like Jusi.
The new talisman bullets were 'charged' in the gun case. Zheng Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. He still didn't pay attention to how much damage the previous shot had caused to Karashan. He just glanced at it casually to confirm that the group of Tindalos hounds had been expelled from the world, and then looked back.
Then his attention fell on Zhu Si riding the edamame.
Perhaps because he drank too much mushroom soup, the edamame had grown much larger, and it didn't look out of place for a seven or eight-year-old girl to ride on it.
At this moment, it was wagging its tail, sticking out its tongue happily, and making a low meow in its throat, asking for credit from its owner.
Zheng Qing gave it a perfunctory thumbs-up gesture.
"Who are you?" The wizard asked the little witch riding on the dog without any detours or temptations. He was holding the talisman gun, the muzzle of the gun was slightly drooped, but it seemed to be shrouded around Jusi and Nikita.
Edamame pawed at the soil under his paws uneasily, his eyes full of uneasiness and confusion. He didn't seem to understand why his master pointed that dangerous thing at him, and he didn't understand why his previously friendly and harmonious friends suddenly turned against each other.
Of course, during this process, it wisely remained silent and pretended to be a stone.
The little witch tilted her head, her cute face full of affirmation: "I am Zhu Si!"
"No, you're not." Zheng Qing knew his feelings very well, and at the same time he felt a surge of anger beginning to burn. He shook his head and stubbornly asked: "Who are you? Where is Zhu Si? What did you do to her?"
Sensing the dangerous light flashing in the wizard's eyes, the little witch didn't pretend to be cute this time.
She looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled.
"I am indeed Zhu Si." The little witch jumped off Maodou's back and landed steadily on the slope. Her slightly long robe dragged in the environment full of gravel and snow, which looked a little funny.
What doesn't match this funnyness is the tone and demeanor of the little witch when she speaks - Zheng Qing has a hard time describing this inconsistent feeling with accurate words - as if he has suddenly changed into a different person, and as if he has been manipulated by someone. There is competition for a high position, but her voice is calm, her tone is mature, and her eyes have seen through all the vicissitudes of life.
Then she patted Maodou on the back.
The dog stuck out his tongue, slipped back into the void, and hid in the crack in his corner of time.
"I am indeed Jusi," the little witch repeated this sentence, paused, and then added: "It's just that I am not the seven-year-old little witch Jusi in your impression... but a person in the mirror world. 'Ju Si' who has lived with the dreamland for a long, long time."
As she said that, her eyes fell on Nikita and she suddenly smiled.
"Just like this little succubus," she looked at Nikita with sadness in her eyes, as if looking at her own shadow: "When a soul with hope is falling endlessly towards the abyss, there is always something to hold on to. What...can keep me from going completely crazy in pain and torture."
Zheng Qing's arm holding the rune gun shook slightly.
He swallowed and had a vague guess - but he would rather not be able to guess, and would rather that the Zhu Si in front of him was really disguised as some existence deep in the starry sky.
"Why is this happening?" The wizard's voice was trembling, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of anything for a moment. He just murmured: "Were you pretending before? How long has it been... I left only more than a month ago, No, I know time is distorted in the mirror, but...is all this real?"
'Zhu Si' looked at the confused boy and suddenly burst into laughter.
"It was fake at the time!" She pointed at Zheng Qing's nose, just like the little girl in the mirror world a long time ago: "This is a dreamland! How can there be something real and true!"
At this time, Zheng Qing was completely confused.
He even began to wonder if he had been cast by some powerful confusion spell. Otherwise, how could he not understand what the little witch said? In other words, how can you hear two completely contradictory statements?
Noticing the confusion in Zheng Qing's eyes, 'Zhu Si' was not surprised.
Because even a veteran adventurer who has been in Dreamland for a long time can hardly clearly distinguish the subtle differences between reality and reality in this world, let alone a young wizard who has not received a registered wizard certificate and has just been in Dreamland for less than a week. Woolen cloth?
"The time in the mirror is like the image in the mirror. It is unstable because it is false." The little witch imparted her insights to the boys without hesitation: "Using your current theory to explain, the dimensions of this world are disordered. …”
"Do you know about dimensional theory?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.
"It's a very interesting theory," the little witch commented calmly: "Of course I know. Because there are more than just you group of adventurers in this world, and it's not the first time I've met people outside... Besides, when I slipped into the mirror, By that time, the Dimensionists had published many classic papers. My parents often discussed them at home, and they made a lot of noise... I was very impressed."
Whether it was recalling the scene of her parents' quarrel or because those two words touched her heart, the little witch's expression suddenly became a little gloomy and her voice stopped.
Zheng Qing regretted interjecting indiscriminately.
But soon, Zhu Si spoke again: "...because this essential confusion, reflected in reality, is a cognitive contradiction. In your memory, you and I met ten months ago; but in my time Online, you and I say goodbye thousands of years apart."
"Yes, it was a long, long, long time ago that we met in the mirror world. Even the constant magic cannot prevent the chlorophyll from fading and the yellowing."
She touched the dry beech leaves on her wrist and used three 'long' words in a row, which sounded particularly distressing:
"...It's just that this illusory and long journey can't make 'her' grow. It just matures a virtual mature personality in her originally immature mind, which is me."
Although the little witch in front of him did not explain it carefully, Zheng Qing could still easily judge that the 'she' in this sentence refers to Zhu Si who first entered the mirror world, and 'I' refers to the little witch in front of him. .
