The friendly interaction between master and disciple does not need to be widely advertised.
Staying together in silence is the best way to complete each other.
Song Qingwen and Yin Feiyang, one good and one evil, reached a shameful PY deal, and then acted as promised.
With Song Qingwen's ability, he easily recruited a group of Demon Sect disciples to help him plow the courtyard, sweep holes, crush those inhumane doomsday bases, liberate the people there, and then bring them back to the Demon Sect base to dig caves.
At the same time, it also frees the Demon Sect disciples who have worked hard to build infrastructure.
Song Qingwen mingled with some rescued 'civilians' and talked with them.
Through the mouths of some old people, we can gain a more complete and substantial understanding of the splendid civilization that has become a thing of the past.
There is a lot of knowledge hidden in life, hidden among people, and hidden in common sense that everyone thinks is common sense.
But what Song Qingwen needed was these things.
This is something that books cannot give.
An old man with gray hair and obvious deformities on his hands and feet carefully took the cigarette handed over by Song Qingwen with his swollen fingers, like a pilgrim, put it in front of his nose and sniffed gently, then closed his hands. , holding it in the palm of your hand.
He turned a blind eye to the fireworks handed over by Song Qingwen.
"I gave you about a pack before and after. It won't hurt if you smoke one!" Song Qingwen said to the old man.
The old man drooped his eyelids, and then said: "If you want to live, you have to have some hope. If you lose even this hope, then you won't have the energy to get up every morning from now on."
"How can one pack be enough if you smoke something with less than one cigarette?"
Song Qingwen knew that the old man was bargaining, but he ignored him.
Although there is no shortage, there is no need to satisfy the other party's desires and extravagances.
When communicating with others, you don't always get what you want by following their wishes.
Seeing that Song Qingwen didn't answer, the old man's eyes flickered, and he changed the subject shamelessly: "Last time I talked about things in college, it was such a luxurious time! Camping, partying, ball games, fights, bar revel..., Cigarettes and drinks are a waste of money, and there are some more wonderful things... some good things that can no longer be found now, one sip is enough to last half a day."
"Perhaps, from that moment on, our sins have been determined! Such wasting of time, such waste and extravagance...!"
The old man recalled the past as usual.
He was talking in a very messy way.
He knew the capable 'young man' in front of him and liked to listen to him tell some stories about the past.
Song Qingwen, on the other hand, quickly filtered out the information that was truly useful to him from the old man's memories.
"It would be great if...if we could find that castle!" the old man said suddenly.
"What castle?" Song Qingwen asked perfunctorily as always.
The old man said: "According to legend, somewhere in the world, there is a castle. It allows people to enjoy the beauty of the past, endless food and wine, gorgeous lights and music..."
"But only those who yearn for it the most and have strong desires will get its response."
Song Qingwen was stunned.
Recently, more than half of the Demon Sect's disciples have disappeared.
Although after the elders communicated with each other, they concluded that some of the missing disciples must have chosen to withdraw from the world. Perhaps after returning to reality, they can learn what happened.
However, they didn't want to give up the opportunity.
After all, a ten-day cooling-off period may lead to a big step behind others in a different world.
"Could it be that all the disciples were attracted by that castle?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.
Later, he strengthened his thoughts and took the initiative to release his desires.
Strongly expressed the desire for food, wine, and a stable life.
The rough cave scene in front of me slowly dissipated.
An avenue filled with gorgeous lights appeared at Song Qingwen's feet.
The road underfoot is flat and wide.
At the end of the road is a brilliantly lit castle.
"Response to desire? Instant response?"
"It seems that this castle should be in a certain subspace gap, or... it is floating, can travel through space, and jump around the world. What principle? Science? Or theology?" Song Song Qingwen looked at the castle with great desire.
He even couldn't wait to dig out the secrets in this castle.
There are similar methods in the Demon Sect.
However, that is another form and way of existence.
It relies on magical powers and spells, which should be different from the castle here.
Along the avenue, Song Qingwen strode towards the castle.
In the distance, I heard beautiful music.
The cello, as the main instrument, performs Walta No. 2, with gorgeous and cheerful tunes.
Suddenly, a group of young women dressed in snow-white tutus and dressed like swans poured out from the gate of the castle, then lined up in two rows and stood on the long steps.
They dance to the music.
Just like a group of proud swans.
Suddenly, the lights in front of the castle gate became slightly dim.
A 'black swan', gathered by a beam of light, gracefully came to the steps.
Her lonely dance formed a sharp contrast with the white swans who stood quietly on tiptoes, holding hands and turning away their faces.
Black and white, light and darkness, silence and excitement, strong visual cues come to mind.
The impact from art made Song Qingwen's mood slightly ups and downs.
Suddenly, a pair of big black hands seemed to gather in the sky.
The big hand enveloped the entire castle, as if it was firmly held in the palm of his hand.
Along with the rhythm of the fingers, it matches the music.
The girls dancing like swans began to gather together, jumping and spinning fiercely.
Their dancing is graceful, precise and elegant.
Everything is so perfect and standard.
Not a single mistake, but not a single surprise either.
Song Qingwen stood at the foot of the steps, watching this scene, looking at the big hand that seemed to control everything, and slightly twitching the corner of his mouth.
"So that's it?"
"The world in the box...?" Song Qingwen had some answers in his mind.
Among the demon sect monks, there will be some special monks who create a mini space in their backpacks, and everything is scaled down according to reality.
Then cast a spell to imprison the person in his own reduced mini-space.
And named it 'World in the Box'.
Generally, monks who practice this kind of magic have the pleasure of controlling other people's life, death and destiny.
"According to legend, the origin of the world in the box was originally an experimental object used by the black-hearted old man to study the magic of destiny. In a small world, one change can change the fate of everyone... or even the entire world in the box. , thereby learning the mystery of destiny.”
"However, since the old man with a black heart, no one has grasped the mystery of fate through this method. If you want to stir and spy on the trajectory of fate, you need to practice the strange numerology, and the three Yi hexagrams can be orthodox." Song Qingwen thought to himself.
He stepped on the steps and stepped out.
Walking up the stairs to the perfect castle without fear.
