With flowing golden light flashing in his eyes, Shang Xiong fell into deep thought as he faced several answers that came to his mind.
Then...he picked up a book and read it quietly.
The name of this book is... "Boundary Theory".
Aimo Komodo accepted Feng Linyi's advice and was no longer confused.
He began to find his own direction and entry point.
Starting from the 'morality' created by different civilizations and different world views.
Then try to find common ground as a basis for your own thoughts.
Whether it is simple popular literature or profound ideological and philosophical books.
They want widespread recognition.
All must at least have a 'widespread' element.
Just like imagination literature, although it is popularly known as fast food and garbage, it contains people's imagination and expectations for themselves, the future, luck, beauty, food, decisive killing, and a smooth journey.
Although they are basically divorced from reality, they are rooted in people's hearts. They have always existed, but they are constantly changing forms.
Formally speaking, it is an ancient literary expression in itself.
Unfolding his recorder, Aimo Komodo took a deep breath and wrote the word 'boundary theory' heavily on it.
By discussing the thoughts and civilizations of many worlds, he conveys his unified and refined moral values and views of right and wrong.
This is what Aimo Komodo thinks.
From the differences, find something in common, and then integrate and connect everything to give the rulers a direction.
A direction that completely changes the chaos and completely stabilizes the structure of the entire Ancestral Star world.
It's just that this book and this idea are still brewing in Aimo Komodo's mind.
It has not yet become a real text, let alone spread.
And next, Aimo Komodo will be hunted down, captured, and tortured.
This will become an extremely 'wonderful' part of his life.
It also provided him with many useful, soul-deep, and personal experiences in his book "Jie Lun".
This kind of overly serious and heavy literature is destined to be buried in peaceful times.
The burying referred to here does not mean that no one takes it seriously, or that there is no honor or even monetary reward and recognition.
Rather, it cannot be used extensively or on a large scale.
A person who writes a book, no matter what the original purpose of his writing.
But in the future, their wish must be for more people to read, understand, and even agree with everything described in their books.
Things that are too serious cannot disturb people sleeping in their cradles.
At this time, although the entire ancestral planet had a brief period of peace, a war could break out at any time.
On the surface, this trigger is in the hands of major forces and countries.
In fact, it is controlled by some big bosses from the Galaxy human race.
They need temporary peace to give some space for ideas to breed and evolve.
War and turmoil are also needed to select and confirm those ideas for them.
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The September sunshine is still fierce.
It was as if the river water was boiling under the scorching heat, unable to bring any coolness at all.
A person from the Galaxy crossed the shallow bend of the river with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The wound he was covering was no longer bleeding, and there seemed to be some traces of decay on the wound.
If it weren't for the Galaxy human race, they would all have undergone a certain degree of genetic modification and been vaccinated with a universal vaccine since birth.
Compared with the human race in the Ancestral Star era, their vitality is much stronger.
This Galaxy man is probably already incapacitated due to his injuries.
Even so, his steps were staggering.
It seemed like he might fall over at any moment.
call!
An electric grid suddenly flew out from the woods by the river, tying up the Galaxy man tightly.
Several aliens wearing Beirut guard uniforms emerged from the woods.
Then click on the electronic screen, compare the facial features, and determine the capture target.
After all, if you are not used to looking at people of different races, it is easy to become face blind.
"Luo Bei! The Galaxy human race, the scammers who travel to the seven countries, promotes the nihilistic theory of infinite infinite civilization of the Galaxy, leads to social chaos, anarchists... now we arrest you according to the law." A Beirut man who looked like an officer said. .
Then he grabbed the Galaxy man by the collar and said, "Where did you hide all the false information?"
"We followed you for thirteen days, but we didn't see you take it out."
"I'm sorry, we have no patience. If you don't tell us next, we cannot guarantee that we will not punish you in some inhumane way without relevant supervision."
The Beirut man with three nostrils, purple skin and long earlobes looks particularly ferocious.
In his mouth, there are still sharp teeth that have not completely degraded.
This also seems to be a symbol of some kind of barbarism.
When Luo Bei heard this, he just sneered and then spat out.
"Bah! You are afraid!"
"You are afraid!"
"Because you all know that what you are trying to deny is the truth and the truth."
"I don't know what the big shots in the Galaxy Federation are planning, so much so that they chose to sacrifice their ancestral planet and us to complete their plans."
"But you... you will definitely be buried with us in the future."
"They always need an explanation, whether it's to themselves or to the vast number of galactic citizens."
Luo Bei's words were just nonsense to the ears of a few ordinary Beirut people.
They don't quite understand, and they don't want to understand.
"Take him away first!" The arrest ended hastily.
The river is still rolling with shallow splashes.
A grass carp emerged from the bottom of the river and spit out two bubbles.
Then he quickly dived back to the bottom of the river.
"General! The blockade cannot continue!"
"We have to ask for help from the outside. We have been blocked for more than ten years, and now there is a commotion. All the reasons we have found have been dug up by many online public accounts." The remaining garrison headquarters, in front of Lin Fang, A group of non-commissioned officers were asking for orders.
For them, the blockade of Zuxing was Lin Fang's handiwork.
To cover up his fault.
Lin Fang wanted to use his own efforts to restore the corrupt situation and eliminate a huge and humiliating storm.
But more than ten years have passed and nothing has changed.
The situation became even more uncontrollable.
Where is Lin Fang?
He had been immortal for more than ten years, but now he seemed to have aged a hundred years, with his hair already covered with white hair and his face covered with wrinkles.
The panic in his heart was indescribable.
He already knew that he had stepped into a huge trap.
From the moment he came into contact with Yang Jian, there was no turning back from this trap.
If he was given another choice, he would rather bear the blame for the crime of harming the native species of the galaxy right then and there, go to a military court, and accept trial.
He will never come to Zuxing to serve as a garrison general.
