Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 330 329. Hope in the future! (Happy New Year!)

An Le, who was sitting in the room, opened his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

An Le naturally did not dare to do dangerous actions such as going to Chengtian Tower, revealing his identity, and communicating with Dahuang directly in reality. From the beginning, it was something that happened in the deduction.

And the situation is just as An Le expected, even Yuan Sheng's thinking has been rewritten.

As the great priest of Chengtian Pagoda, Yuan Sheng has a very high status. To ensure his credibility, it is not surprising that the gods will do something.

"However, Yuan Sheng seemed to have reacted in the end and wanted to save me."

An Le recalled the memory before he died, and thought to himself: "Maybe the gods may not have laid a strong imprint, but just set some kind of hint. If the will is firm enough, this kind of spiritual hint can be broken."

"This is a blessing in misfortune."

Having said that, the current situation is as bad as ever.

Throughout the entire Great Zhou, An Le could hardly find anyone he could trust, which could be called "enemies everywhere", and the help that Da Huang could provide was minimal.

In such a desperate situation, even though An Le's heart is firm, he still feels extremely heavy pressure.

An Le spoke confidently in front of Dahuang. In fact, he was trying to convince himself not to give up.

An Le murmured: "I still have time, I will definitely find a way..."

Another day passed.

In this day's deduction, An Le lived to the Heavenly God Festival three months later, and also witnessed the end of the Great Week.

At that time, a vast divine light descended on the Chengtian Tower, and then endless rays of light gushed out from the Chengtian Tower like a wave, submerging Yujing City and even the entire Great Zhou in an instant.

Wherever he passed, cities, primordial giants, monks... without exception, all of them were dissolved in the sea of ​​light, leaving only a desolate ruin.

Witnessing this scene with her own eyes, An Le suddenly understood Xuan Hui's despair and pain back then.

The power belonging to the gods is far above them, as if they are not on the same level at all, no matter how hard they struggle and work hard, it is useless.

Sitting in the room, An Le was in a daze, unable to calm down for a long time.

Even though he had learned the news in advance from Dahuangkou, the impact brought by what he saw with his own eyes was completely different.

For the next few days, An Le tried to break the situation in the deduction every day, but the results he got made him more and more desperate.

No matter An Le tried to use violence to break the situation, kill the believers who participated in the great sacrifice of the gods, or expose the conspiracy of the gods and reveal the truth to the people, in the end they could not escape the bad ending of Da Zhou's destruction.

It seems that everything is really as Da Huang said, it is already too late.

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On this day, the city of Yujing was overcast and rainy, thick dark clouds shrouded the sky, and there was an oppressive atmosphere hanging over people's hearts.

Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry, and there were only a few sporadic customers in the usually lively tavern.

A haggard young man was sitting at the table, drinking glass after glass of stale wine, staring at the rainy street in a numb manner, his eyes were dull, and he muttered in his mouth.

"Failed...failed...failed..."

The shopkeeper couldn't understand what the man was talking about, but seeing his decadent appearance, he tried to persuade him: "Guest officer, please drink less, how can there be any difficulties in life?"

It's not the first time for this young man to drink in his shop. A few days ago, he was muttering "It may be possible to change it in another way" and "There must be hope", but every day he became more and more depressed until he became what he is now. look like.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his beard was unshaven, and he was unkempt. Hearing this, he drank another glass of bitter wine and said with difficulty: "I can't make it through, I can't make it through."

The shopkeeper was at a loss for words for a while, and sighed: "It's getting late, I'm going to close here, guest officer, please take care of yourself."

So the young man bought another jug ​​of wine and walked out of the tavern in the rain, letting the rain wet his clothes.

While drinking, he was walking down the street in the rain, completely in a state of distress, and the passers-by all looked at him with surprised eyes. Ordinary monks have mana protection, and the rain is isolated, so naturally they will not wet their clothes.

However, people's attention did not stay for him for too long.

In this busy city of Yujing, who would care about a frustrated person?

At this time, a figure in a Chinese dress but disheveled walked up the street not far away.

"It's His Royal Highness Gongming!"

Seeing this person, passers-by were a little surprised, but no one dared to go forward to say hello.

"It is said that three years ago, His Highness was overly saddened by the death of Master Wuxu, and the hysteria he had had relapsed again, and it was even worse than before. He is already a half-crazy person."

"It's a pity, His Royal Highness Gongming three years ago was also an extremely talented genius, but now most of them are useless."

"Hush—don't let His Royal Highness Gong Ming hear, he..."

Before the man finished speaking, Xuan Gongming, with disheveled hair, glared at him: "Who says I'm crazy?"

"How many times do I have to say, I'm not sick!"

As he said that, Xuan Gongming walked towards the man aggressively.

Passers-by couldn't laugh or cry when they saw this, so they could only say repeatedly: "His Royal Highness is not sick, it is our fault."

No matter how downcast Xuan Gongming was, he was still a true son of King Xuan, his status was extremely respected, and he was not something ordinary people could provoke.

But doesn't this reaction make him more ill?

After the pedestrians on the side of the road gave way one after another, only Xuan Gongming and the young man were left on the street.

Xuan Gongming didn't pay attention to this embarrassed and frustrated person at first, but after the two passed by, he stopped and turned his head to look at each other in a daze.

"you……"

Xuan Gongming walked up to the young man, looked at his face carefully, and said bitterly: "You look like an old friend of mine."

The young man staggered, raised his head and saw Xuan Gongming's appearance, tears flowed unconsciously, and lost his composure.

"There is no hope! Da Zhou... there is no hope!"

Xuan Gongming was speechless, and hugged the young man tightly after a long time: "Little brother, let's go home! Let's go home..."

Afterwards, Xuan Gongming took the young man back to his residence in Yujing City.

This is a small palace, and there are not many maids in the palace, it looks simple and deserted.

Three years ago, Xuan Gongming naturally would not have lived in such a shabby place, but after three years, the elders who had placed high hopes on him gave up hope, and the treatment gradually decreased to the present level.

Seeing Xuan Gongming bring back a strange young man reeking of alcohol, although the few maids were a little surprised, they thought it was no big deal.

Compared with some things this half-mad His Majesty has done in the past, just bringing back a man is really not a big event.

Under Xuan Gongming's order, the maids cleaned the young man's body, arranged his appearance, and put on clean clothes.

During this process, the young man remained motionless and silent, like a lost puppet, at the mercy of the maids.

Soon, the maids were surprised to find that the young man's body was so perfect that there seemed to be no flaws, like a flawless work of art, which made them blush.

At the same time, after cleaning the young man's face and shaving off the stubble on his face, although the facial features revealed can only be called delicate, they have an unspeakable mysterious aura. Consciously attract people's attention, do not have a unique charm.

When the cleaned young man walked out, the people in the palace felt astonished.

A maid thought to herself: "Where did His Highness Gongming pick up such a beautiful person, I want to pick one up too."

Seeing the young man at this time, Xuan Gongming put his arms around his shoulders and said with a hearty smile: "Little brother, let's have a drink with him tonight!"

The maids were not surprised by Xuan Gongming's title.

In the past three years, he has called him junior junior brother, second junior junior brother, third junior junior sister, and master over and over again, and each time the person he calls is different!
So, Xuan Gongming and the young man drank all night, and he didn't fall asleep until dawn.

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

Many people in Yujing City have heard that Xuan Gongming's mansion has raised a man of unknown origin, who spends all day drinking to soothe his sorrows and is in a daze.

However, most people listened to this matter as a joke, after all, the absurd things Xuan Gongming did were not bad.

In the past few days since the young man settled down, his expression has become more and more dull, his breath has become more and more restrained, and his vitality and energy seem to be dissipating.

Xuan Gongming saw that something was wrong, so he offered to fight with him.

The youth reluctantly took up the challenge, but was always absent-minded.

"Little brother, I'm going to attack!"

Xuan Gongming grinned and said, "I'm going to wake you up today!"

"Is that what you said to me back then?"

After all, Xuan Gongming mobilized his mana and made a sudden move. Now he has become a monk of the Holy Gate, and his momentum is not bad. He is not considered weak among the younger generation of Da Zhou.

However, in the next second, his figure flew upside down and hit the ground hard.

Xuan Gongming opened his mouth wide in astonishment, then gritted his teeth: "This time it doesn't count, I wasn't serious just now!"

He shot again, but the ending didn't change, this time he flew backwards even faster.

On the other hand, the young man not far away, who was standing there with a dazed expression, just stretched out a finger,
Although he had no intention of fighting now, his nearly perfect body reflexively resisted foreign enemies, and easily sent Xuan Gongming flying.

However, Xuan Gongming is also stubborn, how could he admit defeat so easily?
"I don't believe it anymore, I can't even beat you now!"

So, when Chu Xi, the descendant of Chu Wang, came to visit the mansion, what he saw was such a picture——

Xuan Gongming's clothes were in tatters, and he was lying on the ground in the small courtyard, staring at the sky blankly, very suspicious of life.

"Little brother, I really don't understand, you are so strong, what are you still worrying about?"

Not far away, the young man shook his head and said, "No, I'm still too weak..."

Xuan Gongming was hit hard, as if he had been hit by an arrow in the chest: "Is this too weak?"

"Besides, even if you are not strong enough now, you will always become stronger in the future. By then, what difficulties can stand in front of you?"

The young man smiled wryly: "There is no future..."

Suddenly, he was startled, and muttered in his mouth: "The future..."

Chu Xi hurriedly walked to Xuan Gongming's side, helped him up, half reproached and half cared and asked, "Gongming, what are you doing?"

After three years of experience, Chu Xi has obviously matured a lot and is more calm and calm, but the tenderness in Xuan Gongming's eyes has never changed.

"Sister Xi, you are here."

Xuan Gongming smiled and scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, and then said excitedly: "Look, this is the little junior brother I just found, it's amazing!"

"Little Junior Brother?"

Hearing this address, Chu Xi's heart skipped a beat. She still remembered that Xuan Gongming once called the deceased Wuxu National Teacher as "Little Junior Brother".

However, when Chu Xi turned her head to look, she saw a face completely different from that of Master Wuxu, and she was full of thoughts.

"Yeah, how could they be the same person?"

"Sure enough, Gongming still can't forget him... But Fellow Daoist An has been dead for three years!"

Chu Xi was also saddened by An Le's death for a while, but she hoped that Xuan Gongming could come out of it, instead of becoming the half-crazy His Royal Highness Gongming that people said.

Xuan Gongming didn't know what she was thinking, so he said to himself: "Don't underestimate him, all my injuries were caused by his beating."

Chu Xi was startled, and looked at this person carefully.

The young man looked confused, and couldn't help muttering: "The future...the future..."

His clothes were fairly neat, but he smelled of alcohol, and with the rumors he had heard recently, Chu Xi couldn't help frowning.

No matter how you look at it, this is a decadent person, not very clear-headed, quite similar to Xuan Gongming when he was hysterical.

As for Xuan Gongming's "powerful", she didn't see it at all.

Chu Xi was pondering over the vocabulary, thinking about how to persuade this patient to leave this place, but saw the confusion in the young man's eyes gradually dissipate, as if a ray of spiritual light pierced through the fog, and at the same time broke the confusion in his heart!
"I understand, I understand!"

"Hope is in the future!"

Immediately afterwards, the youth's fading breath gathered again, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if hiding a vast galaxy.

In an instant, his whole demeanor underwent an earth-shaking change, like a sword wiping away dust, the sharp aura instantly expanded, making Chu Xi dare not look directly at it.

At the same time, phantoms of the six heavenly palaces and the two holy gates appeared one after another around the young man.

Moreover, every heavenly palace and holy gate is gorgeous and magnificent, and it is much more powerful than ordinary monks.

When Chu Xi and Xuan Gongming saw these phantoms, they couldn't help being shocked and ashamed of themselves, thinking that their own gods were not as good as them.

And such a perfect phantom of the gods, the two have only seen one person.

boom--

Accompanied by the roar of mana, two portals towered high on the east and west sides of the six heavenly palaces.

The four holy gates surrounded the six heavenly palaces, and the movement and circulation of mana became more harmonious and smooth, with brilliance flowing and dazzling.

The Six Heavens Palace appears, and the Four Sacred Doors open!

In just a few seconds, the young man actually opened the two great sacred gates, and his cultivation level was close to that of a monk on the altar!
"There is no hope for Dazhou now, but there is still future!"

An Le took a step forward, and the slump of several days disappeared with this step.

He has come to his senses completely, and if he wants to save Da Zhou, there is only one way to go, and that is - to send it to the future!

　I don’t know if you have read "The Three-Body Problem". I am very impressed with the "supporting the future" in it. In short, this chapter has not been explained clearly. I am very busy on the [-]th today. I feel that the writing is not very good, and it is a bit hasty. Modify one or two.

　　Finally, I wish you all a happy new year!I wish you all a prosperous, healthy and happy New Year!
　　
　
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