Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Qian Song suddenly remembered that there was a short passage in the Great Demon's inheritance that was similar to a fable:

"On my left is the moraine, and on my right is the marsh. The moraine is dry and quiet, but there are fish in the marsh. Those who go to the marsh and leave the moraine, this is really not what I want, and it is not up to my ears to cover my body!"

Translate, it means:

On my left is the endless Gobi Desert, and on my right is a vast pool of water;

There is no life and no living things in the desert, but there are many fish and shrimps in the water.

I turned my back on the desert and ran to live by the lake. This was not my own choice, but because I couldn't help it, and I had to do so in order to make a living!

There is a desert on the left and a lake on the right. It seems that I chose to live by the lake, but in fact that is not the case - it was the external environment that forced me to choose. If I chose the desert, I would have nothing to eat and no water. If you drink, you will die of hunger and thirst soon. Can this be called a free choice? Can this be called free will?

Do I really have a choice?

fart.

When life, even all life in the multiverse is alive, it is experiencing such a series of so-called "choices" almost every day and every second.

Every step forward, the more intelligent the race, the more it has the illusion that "my fate is up to me", and then arrogantly attributes its luck of survival to "choosing the right path".

In fact, every breath, every mouthful of food eaten, and every photosynthesis performed are not controlled and chosen by [yourself].

Let’s just talk about the most basic breathing, inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide. Who chose this? Who stipulated it? Was it a certain biological individual who suddenly had an epiphany one day and then uttered the provisions of the Constitution?

No, this is the result of natural evolution.

Natural evolution, who is "natural"?

No matter who "nature" is, it is not an individual life after all.

Duckweed has no roots, so it naturally drifts with the current, and it has to endure the wind and rain. When you reach a river fork, which direction you will drift depends on how the duckweed around you is distributed and how the undercurrent surges below you.

As for its own will?

Hehe, you can deceive yourself in your heart, saying that you are a waver of the times, and you are best at dancing on the cusp of the storm.

Thinking of this, Qian Song has a lot of thoughts. No matter which world he is in, the more "society" he is in, the more he understands the truth that a single tree cannot make a forest. Let's just talk about himself, the reason why he has come to this point in the Marvel world , relying on being friends with the Avengers and the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and more importantly, because of the many avatars, he can "become a forest" by himself.

But even so, he is still constantly adapting to the Marvel world, because it is impossible for the whole world to be your mother, and the world will not revolve around you alone.

Recognizing one's own limitations in this world, acknowledging that one is not the center of the universe, and understanding that most of the time any life is not a "dominator" but a "dominated one" is the first step towards maturity.

After this idea came out, the whole world suddenly became silent. All the people and objects in the street, high-rise buildings, and illusions were all still.

The old worm man was sitting in the reeds at the entrance of the village, gnawing on the cold steamed buns he had begged for, when he saw a dragonfly hovering in front of his eyes while keeping its wings flapping, tears streaming down his face, sobbing loudly, holding his mouth Mouth full of steamed buns, she said vaguely: "555... that's great, I didn't expect him to pass the first level so quickly... hurry up, I can't stand it..."

After crying, the old man started to hiccup. The buns were too dry and he choked.

He knelt on the edge of the reed, buried his face in the ditch to drink water to relieve his choking, and on the surface of the water thirty centimeters beside his face, there were a few swollen dead mice floating...

Time in the illusion began to recover and speed up.

Just like the fast shots in a documentary, the whole world is speeding up, and the speed of day and night is almost catching up with the flash.

In an instant, three years passed.

In three years, for this simulated world, things are different and people are different.

The only thing that remains the same is Qian Song and the insects.

However, the positions of the two have changed.

Qian Song was standing in a dim auditorium, the spotlight was on him, and standing in front of him was his first love girlfriend in a white wedding dress.

"Groom Qian Song, now, you can kiss your bride Hu Qingqing!" The wedding master of ceremonies said not far away holding a microphone.

At the banquet under the stage, the guests booed and applauded.

For Qian Song, these three years passed in a blink of an eye. Before he could react, he had already appeared in the center of the wedding ceremony.

Subconsciously arranging for himself to marry his former girlfriend, Hu Qingqing, was both unexpected and reasonable.

The appearance of his girlfriend, which had long been blurred in his memory, gradually overlapped with that of the bride in front of him. For a moment, Qian Song was filled with emotion.

However, after a hundred years of loneliness, the original pure love cannot be restored instantly like a joke.

He couldn't even imagine how she could reconnect with him after he choked to death in front of Hu Qingqing and came back to life.

Presumably, this process can be used to film a TV series with a youthful love style, right?

Hu Qingqing closed her eyes and pursed her mouth slightly, waiting for the groom to kiss her.

Qian Song suddenly remembered the ending of Avengers 4 in the movie. Captain America stayed with Carter more than seventy years ago, fulfilled his promise, gave up his identity as Captain America, and spent a happy life with Carter.

Is Qian Song's feelings for Hu Qingqing as strong as Captain America's feelings for Carter?

Qian Song didn't know.

He is different from the US team. The US team has been frozen for decades. He was in a state of deep sleep without consciousness during the freezing period, so his feelings for Carter are also coherent. In fact, they have not been washed away by time for a long time.

But Qian Song is different. His relationship with Hu Qingqing only started for a month or two. He has been a purple sweet potato spirit in the world of cultivation for 115 years, and he was awake the whole time.

Under the dark soil, he forced himself to empty his mind, prevent and control his memory, force himself to forget and downplay it. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to survive the hundred years of loneliness and would have gone completely crazy long ago.

Therefore, knowing that this is an illusion, Qian Song is really unable to step in and seamlessly return to the innocent old boy in his previous life.

He glanced at the audience and saw his old parents, the hopeful and encouraging eyes of the elders, which made Qian Song feel a little hardened.

Hu Qingqing couldn't wait for Qian Song's kiss for a long time, so she opened her eyes blankly.

After a while, she asked with red eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Qian Song took a deep breath and replied.

There was a glint of crystal in the corner of Hu Qingqing's eyes: "Today is our big day, why are you smiling so reluctantly?"

"No." Qian Song grinned and gave her a big smile: "I'm very happy, I won't lie to you, do you want me to show you my heart?"

"No need, I'll see for myself!" After Hu Qingqing finished speaking, she jumped lightly, her body shrank rapidly, and got into Qian Song's chest.

Qian Song: "???Huh????????????"

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"The Beautiful Comic Journey of Purple Sweet Potato Essence"