Fist of Imagination

Jima said "hmm" in the Yuanshen communication and stopped talking.

The steel-green texture covering the surface of the vertical-eye Liang De became brighter and brighter. The enemy-finding ability she lent to Liang De was running to the limit. There were no blind spots in the chaotic and misty network world. It was like watching water with a burning rhinoceros.

Liang De looked around. The void was full of silk nets woven by the strings of destiny.

Even the source of the furious tide and the mutant soul moss group, which were still far away, were connected to the Wanhua Yuanshen through the strings of destiny, like two sections of lotus roots that had just been cut.

"Your golden snake wrapped around your hand can vibrate the strings of destiny, right?"

"Yes."

Liang De gave the answer without thinking. After understanding the essence of the ancient boxing of the East Country, he found that the answers he gave without thinking were usually correct. He didn't need to calculate every step as before. He would fill up the running memory of the martial arts Yuanshen when he had nothing to do.

He could basically give the correct answers that could be found within his ability immediately with a flash of inspiration, saving a lot of thinking time.

"I want you to resonate with the life string, pull the anger outside the source of the angry tide, and open a path to the core for me."

Thrips used soul power to mark several places where the life string was dense, and said to Liang De:

"These places are easier to borrow power."

Liang De extended his energy along her soul power, and the refined natural power of black currant amber was like a soft vine growing from the void, winding outward, simulating the trajectory of the life string.

Although he saw the life string through the eyes borrowed by Thrips, this thing is constantly changing and fleeting, even more difficult to touch than the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, like a mirror in a mirror, a shadow of a shadow, an existence that is more ethereal than an illusory thing.

Liang De can indeed resonate with the life string with the golden snake, but he does not have the confidence to hold the life string and pull away the anger.

On the one hand, the life string can be easily loosened and torn off by him.

On the other hand, he dare not let go and strengthen the life string.

Being connected by fate is not as simple as holding hands and walking one, two, or three steps. If the resonance method goes wrong, the anger may be transferred along the fate string, allowing Mr. Liang to experience what the anger of all living beings is.

Now he is like a scumbag who is in love but dare not take responsibility, with a pair of hands that want to secretly take advantage of others but retract.

The composition of that ball of anger is too complicated. There are all kinds of things in the world, and there are always some that can resonate with Liang De and produce a fierce fire that burns his body and soul.

One or two sparks may not burn his martial arts soul, but if the anger accumulates and becomes out of anger, he cannot guarantee that he can retreat unscathed.

What to do...

Liang De moved the vertical eye-shaped soul variant and changed the panoramic mode to the focus mode. He no longer studied the whole picture of the angry tide, but invested his soul power into different strands of anger, peeping into the anger of all living beings from a microscopic perspective.

All living beings, it sounds mysterious, but if you look at them one by one, they are nothing more than Zhang San, Li Si, cats and dogs. There are elites from all walks of life, rare animals and birds from famous mountains and rivers, unlicensed vendors downstairs from your house, gossipy women his mother knows, cats that call for sex, dogs that bite people... Everyone lives together on Blue Star by chance, and they see each other when they look down. Year after year, this is all living beings.

All living beings may not be lovely, some are hateful, their lives and anger are ordinary and trivial, some Liang De can understand, and some he can't understand.

There are bursts that he thinks are reasonable, and there are also explosions that he thinks are unreasonable.

Among the anger that Liang De has seen, unreasonable explosions account for more than half, which can be put aside, because the fate string between these anger and him is too thin, and he doesn't intend to touch them from the beginning.

But in those bursts that he thinks are reasonable, in those angers that he can understand and empathize with, the flames hidden are enough to ignite him.

I went to a chain hotpot restaurant to celebrate my birthday alone, singing and making wishes with my imaginary girlfriend. It was a very expensive restaurant. I saved money for a long time, but the clerk laughed at me and said I was crazy. It was so pitiful.

A takeaway rider encountered a car accident while delivering food. When he was claiming compensation, he found that the three yuan he automatically paid every day was not the insurance premium, but the so-called platform service fee. Of the three yuan, the platform only used one and a half cents to pay for insurance, and it was a travel personal accident insurance with a sudden death coverage of only 30,000 yuan.

After graduating from college, I rented a house to work. In order to get an annual payment discount of more than one thousand yuan, I signed an agreement with the operator to apply for a rent loan. As a result, because the capital chain of the apartment operator broke, I was kicked out of the house by the landlord after living there for less than two months. Not only did I live on the street, but I had to continue to pay back the money.

There are also new employees who were slapped for not drinking the toast of the leader, fresh graduates who were fired during the probation period for refusing 996715, financial white-collar workers who took a taxi home in the middle of the night after working overtime for a month and were called back to work, and elderly sanitation workers who were owed wages for several months...

These angers are enough to ignite Liang De’s blood.

When he was in the oldest blue planet, Mr. Liang rarely had the opportunity to get angry.

He was angry because of some people, mainly his parents, Xiaoshao, his boss, colleagues, partners... and some idiots he met by chance.

But being angry was just being angry, far from being angry.

When he was in elementary school, Comrade Liang Jianguo destroyed his secret base where he collected cool metal parts, shells and sticks, and threw away his treasures as garbage. Liang De was so angry that he couldn't sleep all night.

That time was the longest time he was angry.

It's a bit difficult to determine the most angry time.

When he was in high school, Xiao Shaoer sent his love letter to the wrong girl classmate, whose father happened to be the physical education teacher of their class, a national first-class athlete, and the third place winner of the city games discus competition.

Another time, Comrade Li Weihong swore to borrow his New Year's money to play cards, saying that if he won, he would not only return the money in full, but also give him a pair of Huili sneakers. As a result, the uncle seemed to have divine help that day, and he won three consecutive self-draws in the last half hour. Comrade Weihong... ruthlessly betrayed the sacred promise!

In general, Liang De's anger is similar to adolescent troubles, most of which are created by his family and most of which are solved by his family. It is basically self-produced and self-sold.

Strictly speaking, those angers cannot be called anger, at most they are more serious anger.

As for other people and things, at most they make him unhappy, and many times they don't even reach the level of anger. Some negative news is very irritating, but he didn't find that kind of home feeling from the news.

It was none of his business, and he had not felt the pain. At that time, he was just an ordinary social animal. He said what he thought, and he could not get angry about other people's affairs.

But after condensing into true nature, what he believed in and what he wanted to do were magnified countless times in his heart.

How could a man's romance be a stagnant pool of water?

He would be angry, and he would be angry beyond anger.

Liang De stared at the anger, at the flames that could ignite him, and gradually had other ideas in his heart.

Impotent rage.

Because powerlessness can only continue to be angry.

But the powerlessness of the angry is not a sin, and sin is often the existence of those who make the angry powerless.

In this world, people all over the world dare to be angry but cannot speak.

Even if they can speak, they cannot change the hard reality.

Resources, technology, extraordinary people... No matter how many ordinary people are angry, it is useless. Uprising has become an idiom that has lost its practical meaning.

The source of the tide of anger can transform the anger of ordinary people into a powerful force. Can it really only bring disaster to the world?

If I...

Liang De retracted his gaze, and the light of his martial arts spirit shone brightly.

He pointed his finger to the sky, and a scale-like true nature of heaven suddenly descended!

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow! ('')