Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

After he really understood the meaning of the black mist in the sky, Chen Xian'an suffered from sky fear syndrome and never dared to look at the sky during the day.

Those large patches of gray have become the eyes of nightmares, as long as they look at each other, they will feel inexplicable fear.

As dusk fell, the dark light shrouded the gray mist in a black awn. With the faint moonlight, some slowly floating clouds could be seen, but others could no longer be seen.

After Chen Xian'an finished his dinner, he sat on the roof of the house, looking at the dark sky and night.

Mind doesn't know where to look.

Once, his life was full of this kind of blackness.

The sun cannot be seen almost all day long, and black has become an eternal color.

There was a soft sound from the side, and Mo Jinghong also sat down.

Neither of them spoke, they just quietly looked at the full moon above.

Because the sky is too dark, the moon here is particularly white, hanging in the sky like a huge light bulb.

A burst of black crows flew by, blocking half of the moon.

"I don't know."

Chen Xian'an said softly, as if talking to himself.

"Why does a religion whose spirit is like a steel seal have such soft and natural beauty?"

His words were very strange, but Mo Jinghong quickly understood, sat on the bricks, pursed his lips, and still did not speak.

The silence lasted for a while.

"I can probably understand how those people feel."

The form of the black mist is completely different from the traditional religion he knows. To deal with the black mist, he still adopts the traditional thinking on the blue star in the past.

Entering a different world, for the first time, he felt the difficulties brought about by cultural differences.

That barrier has been waiting for him, and now, he finally touched it.

Later, as I become familiar with the culture here, more and more barriers will appear in front of me.

"Spiritual imprisonment is for more natural beauty."

Mo Jinghong said lightly: "The black mist engraves a single-attribute steel seal on the spirit, so that it can avoid the artificial processing of the human spirit on the beauty of the external world, and perceive the most natural beauty."

"What's the purpose of doing this?"

Chen Xian'an doesn't understand that everyone's thinking is different, and the world they see should be different. If a model and category are forced to be added, in his opinion, it is a blasphemy against beauty.

"Understand the way of heaven."

Mo Jinghong said: "Each individual, each race, often has a different form of expression for the journey of cultivation. There was once a race whose way of comprehending the way of heaven was very similar to that of the black mist."

"Close yourself, put yourself completely in nature, and realize the purest power of heaven."

Chen Xian'an shook his head, this kind of practice is completely utilitarian.

Maybe he can't practice himself, and he can't understand the suffering of those who practice. How can he have the same understanding and feelings without the suffering of others.

For the first time, he felt the inequality in the practice world.

Inequality of talent.

On the Blue Star, ordinary people can also achieve success in martial arts with acquired hard work.

But here, no.

"Cultivation is a matter of seizing the way of heaven. Everyone is a sinner to the world. The behavior of the black mist is nothing more than an individual's behavior using the collective."

"But why are these people getting better and better."

"Just like intelligence, people who practice will strengthen all aspects of their bodies. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the ability to perceive nature. The more they know, the more they desire."

"Ordinary people, naturally, just do a good job in their own lives. This kind of behavior is what we mistakenly think that people in the black mist are making progress in a good direction."

Chen Xian'an was silent for a while.

In this case, there is a paradox.

Even though Black Mist's behavior is an individual's plunder of the collective luck, these people are obviously voluntary. From their investigation, it was not found that Hei Mist forced people to join.

People voluntarily join the black mist, voluntarily being robbed of luck.

The current result is that the black mist is robbing people of their luck, and the growth may be someone or someone at the top; the process is that people join voluntarily, not because they are oppressed; the reason is that people want to become better and accept the night Gift of the Goddess.

Starting from any one condition, it will not interfere and destroy the generation of other results.

It's like a dead end with no exit.

The only breakthrough is people's ignorance of the monks and the black mist monks plundering their luck.

However, this point is difficult to become a breakthrough point of contradiction.

The lives of ordinary people are too far away from monks, and it is difficult to resonate with them.

Just like on the blue star, if some groups have mastered supernatural powers, but these powers are controlled by the state, then it doesn't matter to most people whether they have such powers or not.

This is the edge effect.

When responsibility conflicts with their own lives, most people will choose to give up responsibility.

Chen Xian'an could understand what these people were thinking, but he didn't understand what they were doing.

Possibly, it is still a cultural difference between the two worlds.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Xian'an bid farewell to Mo Jinghong and returned to his room.

Soon, he fell into a dreamland.

In the dream, he saw that miserable woman's face again. Her face was stained with blood, and her body was also immersed in a pool of blood. Her eyes were staring at Chen Xian'an.

The emotions in it are very complicated, like despair, like longing, and there is a touch of hidden deep affection.

There was a voice beside him.

"Why didn't you save her back then, you clearly knew she liked you."

Chen Xian'an suddenly turned his head and saw another self.

That self, his eyes were a strange blood red, and there was a dark mark on his forehead.

There is often a cold and cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Xian'an has always thought that he is a gentle and elegant person, and he is usually very refined and easy-going, but he really saw such an expression on his face.

For the first time, I felt like a symbol of darkness.

"who are you?"

Chen Xian'an looked at himself in front of him vigilantly. He knew that deep down in his heart, there was still a self on Blue Star, cold and cruel, but it definitely shouldn't be like this.

"Chen Xian'an" smiled, and seemed to like Chen Xian'an's vigilant expression: "I am you, you forgot, on Blue Star, we are the best partners."

"Many people died at our hands."

Chen Xian'an was silent for a moment, his eyes trembling slightly, unwilling to recall his past.

He turned to the direction of the girl, only to see that the girl was covered in blood and stood up from the pool of blood.

"Hello~"

A strange smile appeared on the girl's blood-red face.