"But if you use a metaphor, it's much simpler."
Mo Xiaojing said this and put the stack of white papers on the table in front of each other.
Smile styles:
"Everyone present here must have been exposed to the art of space. So." Mo Xiaojing rubbed his fingers on the white paper: "How much do you know about the most common teleportation and different-dimensional space in space magic?"
He didn't wait for everyone's answer, because he didn't need to. This was just an introduction. He started from the simplest place to let everyone present understand the cause of the accident.
So he immediately said:
"Yes, I think you know them as well as I do."
Mo Xiaojing said this, and clicked two dots on the white paper: "The so-called instantaneous movement does not include ultra-long-distance teleportation that is almost miraculous."
He connected a straight line between the two points: "What we often do is just fixed-point teleportation within line of sight."
"Different dimensional space." He gently drew a circle on the other corner of the white paper: "This is a practical storage space that we use as a space package. It can be used at any time and in our cognitive field. Location is open.”
He raised his hand and tore off the circle with a "prick-" sound, twisted the piece of paper on his fingertips and showed it to the people around him: "In fact, this space is just a search for a more stable fragment of another dimension. "
"So, our different-dimensional space can be roughly regarded as an alien plane." He shrugged.
"What about teleportation?" Ye Qing asked quietly.
"And move instantaneously." Mo Xiaojing nodded, raised his hand and folded the paper with two points on it. The two points that were originally connected by straight lines overlapped: "We are using the faults of these spaces. , walked the shortest distance directly."
"In a sense." He chuckled: "This is plane travel."
"It sounds very simple." Ye Qing frowned: "I can understand this."
"But the complex things in this world are always the accumulation of simple things." Mo Xiaojing flattened the piece of paper and showed it to everyone: "Our space technique, to put it simply. It is to use space faults to shuttle between our locations. A trick on the face."
"Such spatial faults are like tiny crawling holes, connected between two points." He pointed to the two drawn points: "This is the basic principle of instantaneous movement."
"And the so-called plane..." Mo Xiaojing's voice suddenly dropped.
He stretched out his hand and covered it with a new piece of white paper, and then covered it with another layer. He repeated the simple and boring action, covering the new white paper layer by layer until the stack of white paper looked like As thick as a book.
Everyone was silent, watching his movements.
Mo Xiaojing reached out and randomly pulled out a piece of paper from the middle, half way through: "If this piece of paper is the plane we are in, then in other words, we are one of these planes sandwiched between them. It is insignificant. , a thin layer.”
He then randomly pulled out another piece of paper from it, and also pulled out half of it: "And Ge Sheng and Zi Quan."
He paused: "It's as if our layer of paper was stuffed into other layers of paper."
Ye Qing bit his lips slightly, and then asked: "Then, how should we save them?"
At this time, Her Royal Highness the Princess chose to only care about the most core issues.
"It's very simple." Mo Xiaojing replied. He reached out and pulled out the piece of paper completely, twisting it on his fingers: "Find the plane where they are, and then take them out."
"Is it that simple?" Ye Qing asked knowingly.
"Yes, not at all." Mo Xiaojing nodded: "Exile is a very powerful asymmetric strike magic. In its long history of use, it was often used to sneak attack on the powerful Heavenly Realm warriors who were not well-prepared. Its kill probability is even higher. It’s to an amazing level.”
"And." Mo Xiaojing turned back and raised his finger. Silver sword energy shot out from his fingertips. He waved his fingers and chopped the stack of white paper into countless pieces in an instant. "This is just a simple model. No one can really know what our space actually looks like. In the sage's notes, it is described as countless soap bubbles floating in liquid."
"It floats in an infinitely large and infinitely thin space with different worlds."
"Colliding with each other, blending in, and moving away from each other."
"We can't estimate the time it takes for those bubbles to move away, just like we can't always estimate the time correctly when traveling through planes."
"In the final analysis." Mo Xiaojing sighed: "Whether it's teleportation or different-dimensional space, these space magics that are regarded as miracles by ordinary people only use some fragments and debris of space, and they are insignificant. It’s just something.”
"In that case." Ye Qing's lips never relaxed, and his white teeth left clear tooth marks on them: "We have very little time."
"Very few." Mo Xiaojing objected: "The sooner the better. Now that they can be exiled to that unknown plane, it means that the planes between us are actually very close to each other."
"Since they can be very close to each other, they will be far away again. Once they are far away, even a saint who specializes in space may not be able to bring them back safely."
"You mean, we have a good chance of rescuing the two of them?" Ye Qing's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.
Mo Xiaojing shook his head: "Plane travel is not a vacation."
"Besides, there are more than a dozen suspicious planes. We don't have that much time, and they don't have that much time either."
"Looking for two human beings who don't know whether they are alive or dead in dozens of infinitely vast planes."
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to put any effort into searching for them."
"Bah!" Ye Qing did not hesitate.
She raised her hand and slapped the face of the student council president who said expressionlessly that I would not search for them.
"Because it doesn't make any sense." Mo Xiaojing was not angry at all. He looked at Ye Qing with a smile, as if he didn't slap him just now. "Only those who are too weak or even in the divine realm are qualified to travel between planes."
"But the risk involved is no less than letting them fight the dragons."
"If you take such a risk, it's just to save two insignificant students."
"Then the risk is simply not worth it."
"Moreover, if two such weak students are thrown into a different dimension, whether they can survive for more than three hours is a question." Mo Xiaojing continued: "If we search for them at all costs, in the end we will have the best chance of survival." The possible outcome is just two bodies."
"I'm afraid no one, no matter how stupid, would do such a thing."
Ye Qing bit her lower lip, and reason told her that every word the student council president said to her at this time was correct.
But her emotions told her not to listen to a single word the other person said.
"I will definitely, definitely rescue them." Ye Qing stared at Mo Xiaojing and said coldly.
Mo Xiaojing's face had an everlasting warm smile: "Then come on."
Ye Qing turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in her ears, Mo Xiaojing's voice.
"It's the surprising child. Marshal Lan Ying is the person in charge of this operation. Also, Dean Lin Xi is also in this college at this time."
"I like Ge Sheng very much, so I hope to meet him again."
Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, but did not look back and continued walking forward.
It wasn't until the blue-haired princess disappeared from their sight that someone who had remained silent finally spoke.
Ao Xuehua had remained unusually silent in the previous conversation, and it was only then that she spoke for the first time.
The pony-tailed President Zangxue shrugged. She was the direct superior of the missing persons and should have been the one who was most worried about them.
But at this moment, she said sadly: "Do you need to make her so angry?"
She was originally the princess of the empire and the future queen, but she understood that there was really nothing she could do about this matter: "After all."
Ao Xuehua stayed up all night, but at this time, the black-haired princess' voice had a touch of tenderness: "You have always cared so much about Ge Sheng."
Mo Xiaojing shook his head, and the smiling mask finally disintegrated, revealing a tired look: "This time, there is no room for us to interfere."
He glanced at the empty space: "Except, pray for the efforts of His Highness the Third."
"The only variable is this magical princess."
As he said this, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped his cheek where Ye Qing had just slapped him, and instead smiled:
"I am very optimistic about this charming princess."
