Fist of Imagination

"Are you also a time traveler from Blue Star?"

Chang Duanxuan and Liang De gently clinked their glasses and said with a smile:

"Yes and no.

I am a native of the Central Plains. The Central Plains of the world on the other side belong to the same Blue Star system as you.

Jieyuan travelers have no hometown. Besides, if you want to identify your hometown with the taste of food... Lao Yuan, make a Lingdong beef pot. "

Hearing this, Yuan Tianren put down his chopsticks and took out a hot pot out of thin air from his sleeves, with beef bone and south ginger clear soup base, followed by plates of sliced ​​beef, Diaolong, neck kernels, spoon handles, spoon skins, fat gallbladders, and pork belly. Toes, chestnuts...and hand-beaten beef balls, beef tendon balls and dried bamboo shoots. Finally, three plates of beef fried rice noodles and three plates of satay sauce were thrown out and fell gently into the hands of the three of them.

Chang Duanxuan raised his chopsticks and pointed, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Liang De picked up a slice of pork belly, blanched it in the hot pot for seven or eight seconds, then picked up the dipping sauce and took a bite. It was crisp, tender and refreshing, with a sweet and oily aroma, and the salty and slightly spicy taste of the sand tea sauce was also very authentic.

"Teacher Yuan, you are too..."

"No, no." Chang Duanxuan waved his chopsticks in the air twice and denied.

"Old Yuan was born in the Trantor family, which is very different from Blue Star. However, the world on the other side where he lives has a lineage of Pan-Eastern civilization inheritance.

If you didn't know better, looking at his Taoist robe and crane cloak, you might have thought that he was from the Blue Star East Country in the feudal era.

Even though the students in this school come from different worlds, if you yell for the alliance in the classroom, the probability of your head being beaten is no lower than at the middle-aged and elderly activity center in Blue Star's hometown. "

Chang Duanxuan saw that Liang De didn't quite understand it yet, so he explained to him the origin of the so-called big system.

The Kukai Realm was originally vast and boundless in terms of manpower, but great civilizations, lofty ideas, grand miracles, powerful gods and demons...the influence of these behemoths could travel across vast distances and sprout and bear fruit on both sides of the river.

There are countless projections of the world on this shore on the other shore. Among the ancient ones, there are countless twin worlds and parallel worlds even on this shore.

Just like the Blue Star System, it straddles both sides of each other. No one knows the end of its territory, and no one knows the location of the oldest Blue Star.

The world on the other side is the shadow of this side. The ancient ones in it are not only constantly dividing the shadow within the shadow under the reflection of Kukai, but they can also shake this side, causing the nascent world on this side to change accordingly.

Even the ancient world on this side, which has developed to the stage of extinction of all laws, will receive all kinds of information from outside the world. Although the stable world form is difficult to change, it will give birth to various novels, games, animations, etc. related to other worlds. Movies and other literary and artistic works, myths and legends, and strange stories, even to a certain extent, this world will border the other side and usher in the arrival of another world.

A series of worlds derived from the influence of a certain behemoth are called large systems.

There are large systems derived from a certain planetary civilization, such as the Blue Star system, which spans both sides of the Taiwan Strait and is the most widely distributed in the known worlds.

There are large systems derived from a certain biological group, such as the silicon-based system.

There are large systems derived from certain miraculous phenomena, such as the infinite system where reincarnations and main-god-like spaces proliferate.

There are major systems derived from a certain powerful god or demon, such as the Pure Land system and the Huangtian system.

There are countless types like the above. According to different classification methods, the departments are divided into different categories. There are also some intersections between the major departments, and they are not completely unrelated.

The two sides of the Taiwan Strait are boundless and cannot be fully summarized by the current classification.

Chang Duanxuan's mouth went dry as he talked, so he poured himself another glass of Wujiapi wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Before I entered the world, I was hunted by the court's eagle dogs and lived in seclusion in Lingnan, my hometown, for decades. I didn't leave until my enemy died of old age. The information I used to make a fire was the information in my memory. It's up to you. The appearance and taste are not much different from what you eat in your hometown, which shows that you and my hometown are closely related to each other, so it’s not wrong to call them fellow villagers.”

Yuan Tianren drank the wine in the glass, reached for the wine pot and said: "I have never been to Lingnan and Lingdong. I just directly retrieved the information about Lingdong beef pot from your hometown and used the living corpse of Sheng Wuxu as a reward. Authority Void Creation.

Hehe, I live like a rotten fungus in a corpse, but I can use the magical power of the purple realm. It's really funny, haha, hahaha. "

"Old Yuan, you are eating, why are you talking about these disappointing things?" Chang Duanxuan interrupted Yuan Tianren, took the wine bottle from his hand and filled it for him, "Didn't I say we would do it tomorrow..."

Liang De straightened up his loose upper body, approached Yuan Tianren and said, "Teacher Yuan, did you just say that you obtained information about my hometown?"

Yuan Tianren held the wine poured by Chang Duanxuan without moving. He took the wine bottle with his left hand and raised it in front of him.

"That's right, Sheng Wuxu's living corpse stores the "Jiyuan Jie Yuan" that connects the known worlds to the practitioners who worked together to compile and update the Kaiyuan Kukai Encyclopedia. After you returned from the self-nature world, I captured you. A little bit of the truth that is about to become something that has not yet come true, and with this, I can search for your native world in "Learning from the World".

Boy, I have been a slave in Sheng Wuxu’s living corpse for 1,832 years, and now I finally see a glimmer of hope. It’s me who coaxed a hapless boy like you to venture into the realm. I have lost my sense of proportion, and I am afraid that I will never meet another transfer student from the Mainland China Department of Education. I am afraid that I will never have the chance to live a new life... With this cup, I apologize to you. "

Yuan Tianren picked up the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp. The dripping wine wetted his beard and clothes. A strange blush appeared on his old face. The old man coughed, and his whole image became uncertain as his body shook.

Chang Duanxuan hurriedly rubbed Yuan Tianren's back, passing a dark and incomprehensible force to him, so that Yuan Tianren's flickering shadow stabilized.

Yuan Tianren pushed Chang Duanxuan away roughly: "Enough, you are originally a deputy, and you just helped me borrow the appearance, how much Yin quality can be left."

Liang De stared straight ahead, he was not looking at the air or Yuan Tianren's forehead, there was no specific thing, but he couldn't get out of his mind, couldn't move his eyes away, and a voice that was flat and indifferent, unlike his usual slick tone, came out from his lips:

"Can I go back?"

Do I still need to go back... Do I still need to continue?

Yuan Tianren suddenly laughed loudly, "You are still alive, we are all still alive, what can't we do?

I'm not lying to you, there is no coordinate of your hometown in "Mirror of the World", but since someone has contributed the entry of your hometown, someone must have been there, as long as you get out of this zombie, you will definitely have a chance to find your way home."

"It's just a chance, that's not a certainty." Liang De's straightened waist collapsed again.

"Who can give you a guarantee? Who can give you a guarantee?" Yuan Tianren suddenly approached Liang De and said loudly.

Liang De took a deep breath and looked down: "Someone told me that everyone who traveled to this sword fairy ruins is dead, and there is no living person in Sheng Wuxu Private High School."

Whether it is the traveler who died in the previous life, or the Jieyuan walker who was killed by Sheng Wuxu and then refined into a Yin Demon puppet... they are all dead, without any responsibility, and can be responsible for nothing.

Because no one can force a dead person.

Yuan Tianren threw away the chopsticks, grabbed the cut five-flowered toe beef in the dish with his hand, and put his whole hand into the hot pot.

Because of the lack of Yin, the old man's body at this moment is no different from that of an ordinary person. The boiling beef bone and ginger soup base raised blisters on the back of his loose hand covered with age spots, like rotten old bark, motionless in the hot pot until the five-flowered toe beef was cooked.

Yuan Tianren grabbed the scalded beef in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it hard. The soup stuck to his shaking beard, and his severely burned right hand trembled slightly.

"It hurts, but it tastes good. It tastes good, but it hurts."

After eating the beef, the old man wiped his palms on his collar without caring.

"I can eat and drink, but it still hurts. Tell me, am I still alive?"

"Life and death are certainly not in your hands, but can't you fight for things that are not in your hands? What's wrong with death? I just don't want to lose!"

Liang De looked at the old man's face and then at his hands.

Liang De put down the gold-plated bamboo chopsticks and used the hot steel-like body forging method in the membrane. The skin of his right palm became like red-hot copper skin. He slowly reached his hand to the charcoal stove, grabbed a piece of red-hot charcoal, clenched his palm, and felt the feedback from the burning object.

It seemed that he had no feeling, but it seemed to be painful to the bone.

Liang De used his consciousness to connect to the original self-nature world. In the vending machine supply management space, there were still two options to be decided on the screen. They were the two extraordinary characteristics extracted from the intersection of American coffee and everything in his past.

[Death is Sweetness]: American coffee with caramel syrup, slightly sweet. After drinking it, the living who are determined to die can specify their own death time (no later than 24 hours). If the drinker does not specify the time of death, he will die on time 1 hour later. The way of death is sudden death from myocardial infarction, without any pain. Note: For those who have no determination to die, drinking this is useless and tasteless.

[Mortal Cultivation]: Double strong American coffee, extremely bitter. After drinking it, the living who are determined to fight can specify the next time to fall asleep (no later than 48 hours). If the drinker does not specify the time to fall asleep, he will fall asleep naturally. During the drinker's wakefulness, fatigue is completely eliminated, and the drinker's best sleep time is adjusted to 1 hour. Note: For those who have no determination to fight, drinking this is useless and tasteless.

He had fought hard, and he had also been discouraged.

What was I thinking at the last moment of that overtime night?

His clenched fist exerted force unconsciously, and the red-hot charcoal was crushed into gray-white embers in his palm.

Is this so, will it eventually turn into ashes?

Liang De relaxed all his strength, only the burning pain in his palm was still jumping.

He sat loosely, holding a cup of American coffee that appeared out of thin air with his burned palm.

With his other hand, he opened the switch cover of the disposable paper cup and pressed it into the groove.

Paused for a moment.

Liang De opened the lid of the cup and threw it away, then drank it all in one gulp.

"It's too bitter, I'm too bitter..."

The pain of the charcoal will eventually turn into ashes.

Scars will heal, memories will pass, and I'm still alive.

I'm still alive.