I'm not a theatre god

The "Western Wall" began to waver.

The opera robe only sang a Western ballad, and most of the black clouds around Chen Ling had dissipated. However, he did not continue singing, but looked at Chen Ling with complicated eyes, and slowly spoke:

"Lao Liu..."

"Do you still remember how to sing next?"

Chen Ling stood among the dark clouds, her brows wrinkled unconsciously, as if she was trying to remember something.

The memories of the past were like movie scenes, flowing before his eyes, but his perspective was like a "third party" watching, familiar yet strange... As if it was not him who experienced these, but someone else.

He saw the stars twinkling under the black sky, and the breeze on the grassland blew the colorful flags on the roof. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a songbook, and he was seriously teaching "Chen Ling" how to do it correctly. tune.

Chen Ling pondered for a long time, opened her lips slightly, and continued singing the master's song:

""The earth and the rose are your hotbed","

""Frost, snow and the setting sun are your heavy makeup";"

""I will weave hope into flying kapok","

""The first time I reach the rock, I remember the fragrance of the flowers"..."

Different from the master's ballad, this time, the "Requiem Ballad" was sung from Chen Ling's own mouth. It was not weakened by the "Second Western Wall" and lingered in his ears with incomparable clarity.

As the song played, the memories in Chen Ling's mind gradually became clearer. He began to assume the role of "Chen Ling". He saw Ning Ruyu fighting with him with a spear, and Luan Mei walking on clouds. Slowly walking down the snow-capped mountain, I saw Wen Renyou bringing the dishes in front of him, Mojiao taught him how to sing "Requiem Ballad" face to face, and saw the clown babbling and dancing in front of him... as if in a play. Everything in the ancient collection is like his personal experience.

The scarlet eyes in the void behind Chen Ling closed one after another, and the "audience" seemed to have lost interest and disappeared without a trace. The red embers in the corners of his eyes slowly converged into the depths of his pupils, leaving only a faint black mark, but still hiding the "painted red face" face.

"'O you who cry',"

""Please close your eyes gently";"

""Wait till dusk ends in the darkest age","

""I will promise you morning glow and blue sky"

When Chen Ling finished singing the last word, the resentment surrounding him completely dissipated, and the entire "Guernica" was empty, leaving only endless void and dead silence.

Chen Ling rubbed her swollen and sore temples. She felt that her head was like paste, and her eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

"Just...what happened?"

Chen Ling could not remember clearly what had just happened. He felt as if his consciousness had turned into smoke, drifting out of this body and falling into the sky behind him with scarlet eyes... This feeling was very strange. , he was like a bystander, watching everything numbly and stiffly, but feeling no emotion.

Even now, Chen Ling still hasn't completely gotten rid of this feeling.

"master?"

Chen Ling saw the curtains in the void and the familiar figure behind the curtains, and immediately said, "Master, why are you here?"

"My master is not here. I just felt something in my heart for a moment. I was distracted and glanced at the master and glanced at the corner of Chen Ling's eyes. "Fortunately, my master is here. Otherwise, all the previous efforts will be wasted..."

Chen Ling was stunned, "Why was all your previous efforts wasted?"

The master shook his head and did not answer, but asked:

"Lao Liu, how do you feel now?"

"It feels like...I can't tell. It's like there's a veil surrounding me. Although I can see everything clearly, it still feels...unreal."

Chen Ling hesitated for a long time and still used the word "unreal". Apart from that, he couldn't find a more suitable description.

"That's not yarn, that's the remnant of the 'Western Wall'

"The 'Western Wall' in the Ancient Collection of Xi Dao?" Chen Ling frowned even more tightly, "Why is it on me?"

"Because you are actively turning yourself into an audience. When you see everything in the world from the perspective of an audience, everything has nothing to do with you, it is just a 'story'... At this time, the 'Western Wall' will naturally appear

"I take the initiative to become an audience..."

Chen Ling recalled what he had just experienced. When he was emotionally impacted by the soldiers, he was indeed constantly giving himself hints to reduce his empathy... But Chen Ling couldn't understand that just some psychological hints could have such serious consequences. ?

"Lao Liu, remember what you said as a teacher.

The master stood behind the curtain, his expression solemn as never before.

"No matter what the scene is, you are not an audience, but a real 'person'

"Your existence is defined by yourself. If you give up your identity as a 'human', no one can save you..."

After finishing speaking, the master raised his hand and tapped the corner of his eye with his fingertips.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, and said with a vague understanding:

"……I remember

Seeing this, the master nodded with satisfaction, "Master, I still have something to do over there, so I have to take the first step... As for the things here, you can do whatever you want.

"Master, the world of mortals is in such chaos, why don't you take action yourself?"

"Me?" The master smiled and said

"The protagonist of this drama is not me...but when the time comes, the Master Association will come

After saying that, the master gently waved his sleeves and robe, turned around and walked behind the curtain.

The curtains gradually closed, and the master seemed to remember something, and the voice came out again:

"By the way, remember to keep that flower for me...it is the foundation fragment of Qingshen Dao. It will be useful to me in the future."

The curtains of the play were completely closed, and the next moment they faded into nothingness.

Chen Ling held the broken sword in one hand and looked back towards the direction of the soldier's corpse. In the void world, only a small flower was left floating silently...

"Is this the Daoji fragment?"

Chen Ling stepped on the clouds, stepped forward, stretched out her hand to grab the little flower...

Now that "Guernica" has been wiped out by Chen Ling, no one can stop his movements. The moment Chen Ling's fingertips touched the rhizome of the little flower, an indescribable feeling surged down Chen Ling's palm. Lingxin!

Buzz—!

In the pitch-black void, the light projected by the embossed door suddenly brightened, and shining lines dropped from the projection, converging into beams of light and connecting with the Daoji fragments in Chen Ling's hand.

The connection between the key and the door carries with it some kind of powerful authority. Chen Ling holds it in his palm, and a ray of light spreads in his pupils.

A miniature of a huge realm hidden among the flowers slowly bloomed in the nothingness in front of him!

"This is……"

Chen Ling murmured to herself.

…

"Um?!"

In front of the thick relief door, the pressure of the eighth level hit the lines on the door like a tide.

The abstract face in the second hall suddenly seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked at the scroll that was slowly opening the door, with deep shock in his triangular eyes!

"……How can this be??"