Fist of Imagination

An artist once said that if you plant flowers with intention, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows with intention, they will not bloom.

Liang De realized this deeply.

The carousel of life slowly stopped, and the memory picture was fixed on the workstation where he worked overtime for the last time. A bright beam of light shone on the unfinished cup of coffee. The camera zoomed in, and only one-third of the cup remained in the entire picture. A double espresso Americano.

Legitimate search results, the last overtime coffee.

Liang De put down his clicking fingers, relaxed his hands and drooped, and the voice of complaining in his heart was temporarily quieted.

In the close-up picture of life in the supply and management space of the vending machine, tiny rays of light are flying around the cup of coffee, and the invisible existence is guided out.

The coffee scene faded and disappeared, the life carousel interface automatically exited, and a few lines of dark lead-colored Song fonts appeared on the screen:

"The random drawing is over. A total of 2 extraordinary characteristics have been generated. Please choose one from them to create a product."

"[Death is like a treat]: Americano coffee with caramel syrup added, slightly sweet. After drinking it, a living person with a death wish can specify the time of his own death (24 hours later at the latest). If the drinker does not specify the time of death, He will die on time in 1 hour. The method of death will be sudden death from myocardial infarction without any pain. Note: If you have no desire to die, drinking this will be useless and tasteless."

"[Mortal Cultivation]: Double espresso Americano, extremely bitter. After drinking it, living people with fighting spirit can specify the next time to fall asleep (after 48 hours at the latest). If the drinker does not specify the time to fall asleep, they will fall asleep naturally. . When the drinker is awake, the feeling of fatigue is completely eliminated, and the drinker’s optimal sleep time is adjusted to 1 hour. Note: Drinking this is useless and tasteless for those who have no fighting spirit.”

After Liang De read the description of the characteristics that could be extracted, he subconsciously pursed his lips. The freshness and excitement after obtaining the magical power of his own nature entered the cooling down period.

Death wish? Fighting spirit?

You have already died once before traveling through time, and your debts will be wiped out after your death. No one can blame you if you don’t want to take on all the responsibilities of your previous life.

Besides, it’s not easy to go back in time.

Then live as a time traveler in Sheng Wuxu Private High School?

Oh, even if you try hard to adapt to your new identity and risk your life, there may not be any good results.

The most likely outcome was that he died violently, beaten to death by members of the Marine and Aeronautical Clubs.

Beating him to death, whether using knives, guns, explosives, bombs or other instruments, would definitely be more painful than pulling out a tooth.

Even if you desperately upgrade and practice, throw away all restraints, turn yourself into a cold-blooded killing machine, become stronger and defeat all enemies, you may still die in a random killing at the end of the term.

Throwing away the bottom line, sacrificing righteousness to survive, you may die like a joke.

It would be better to end it yourself, die painlessly, and maybe wake up from a long sleep and experience another time travel. Even complete death is better than lingering.

Will fighting spirit, passion, and meaningless efforts also ignite this kind of thing?

After all, I have never had any fighting spirit. Choosing this cup of [Mortal Cultivating Immortality] is equivalent to choosing ordinary white water.

Then don’t think too much.

Liang De stretched out his hand to press the screen, but stopped just outside the line.

Life and death are just a thin line.

Forget it, there's no rush.

Liang De took back his palm, exited the supply management space, and returned to the completely blank self-realm.

The bright yellow triangular formation circled into a ball, firmly blocking all directions, making it impossible to get out or see the outside scene.

The shape and color are exactly the same as the triangular sun seen in the school playground, so it is probably the ban imposed by Sheng Wuxu.

Old Man Chang once said that people in the Sword Immortal Ruins of the Divine Realm will bring Sheng Wuxu's Zhoutian Realm to the Self-Nature Realm to seal off the ability to travel through all realms.

What is the scenery outside?

Outside, outside of the Self, outside of boundaries.

Liang De used to be a normal person and lived a good life.

After working as a social animal for a long time, I no longer care about the boundary above my head. I just occasionally have to remind myself not to cross the boundary under my feet, the boundary between normal and abnormal.

But everything is very blurry, normal off-duty time and real off-duty time, the so-called meaning and the real meaning, the so-called happiness and the real happiness... This is also normal, a good life is like this, and a good life is always a good thing. A vague state.

I'm just okay, I'm not great.

What does it look like to be very good? Can it still be good?

Not easy to answer.

Fortunately, Liang De is a normal person. He usually just thinks about ordinary questions normally and does not need to answer questions outside the bounds.

Liang De sighed out of habit, without any special meaning.

Let’s go back first and then talk about it.

Liang De closed his eyes and groped for the location of his body.

The return of the soul is very simple. After the god's entry into the world is successful, the self-nature world has become a part of Liang De. Now he just moves the soul from one part of himself to another.

The reason why I need to explore is because I am not used to the extra part of myself.

Just like a street writer who has been a eunuch for many years, when he goes out to buy things from the palace, he is often at a loss as to what to do. What is this? What does it feel like? What to do next? All require a familiar process.

"smell good."

Liang De jumped up from the ground like a corpse and looked at Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan who were sitting opposite each other under the eaves.

He unceremoniously walked over and sat down by the charcoal stove, put his nose close to the thinly sliced ​​beef tongue that was still roasting on the iron grid, and shook it vigorously.

"Let me try to see if it's cooked." After saying that, he reached out to take it.

A pair of chopsticks came first and blocked Liang De's claws.

Yuan Tianren took out a pair of new bamboo chopsticks with gold inlay from his sleeves and threw them to him. He also took out a shallow flat bowl, a bone china wine glass and a saucer for dipping sauce.

Liang De imitated Yuan Chang and sat down cross-legged, picked up a piece of salt-grilled beef tongue and put it into his mouth, swallowed it in two or three bites, shook his head and said: "It's just so-so, about the level of Akasaka-tei, worse than Rongxinguan."

He used to binge eat to relieve his worries after get off work, often went to various all-you-can-eat restaurants, sometimes he could finish more than 100 kinds of grilled food by himself, and gradually he was not too interested in it after eating too much grilled food.

Liang De put down his chopsticks and rubbed his chin with his palm: "It's not hot. In this kind of weather, barbecue is not as good as hot pot."

Yuan Tianren raised his white eyebrows and said: "You are quite picky."

"God has entered the realm of origin, transcending the world, it's time to eat something you like to celebrate. According to the tradition of my hometown, from today on, you can call you Liang Feifan."

No, you can call me anything, but forget about this name!

Chang Duanxuan rolled up his sleeves with a smile, reached into his chest, and took out a casserole with a slanted wall and a flat bottom, which was steaming.

Yuan Tianren took out a new charcoal stove from his sleeve, and Chang Duanxuan put the clay pot on it and opened the lid. The fresh smell was fragrant, which was the smell of the rich water system.

The bottom of the clear soup with fish bones and shrimp heads was filled with dace balls, beef balls, squid flowers, oysters, fresh shrimps, duck intestines, tofu and chicken slices. Chang Duanxuan also took out a few plates of fresh vegetables and placed them next to them, and made a gesture of invitation to Liang Debi.

Liang De was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, "Teacher Chang, your breasts are too good."

He picked up a dace ball and put it in his mouth. It was soft, elastic, smooth, and delicious. He squinted his eyes:

"It's a very authentic dace ball. In addition to the freshness of the fish, it also contains some tangerine peel flavor. The taste is mixed together. The more you bite, the better it tastes. I haven't tasted such a fresh and refined feeling for a long time. You're welcome!"

Chang Duanxuan smiled and took a sip of Wujiapi wine, saying: "You speak a lot of loose Cantonese. Where are you from?"

Liang De swallowed the fish meat, poured himself a glass of wine, and raised it in the air:

"My mother is from outside the Great Wall, my father is from Lingnan, and I am a mixed race of north and south, from outside the Great Wall Lingnan.

There is something I have wanted to ask for a long time, Teacher Chang, are we from the same hometown?"