Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

Let’s turn our attention to Dingdang Express Studio.

Scattered sunlight penetrates into the studio through the gaps in the blinds. The combination of a little sunlight and the darkness in the room makes the interior of the room dark and drowsy. Marco stood in front of his desk, his head lowered. Sitting behind the desk was a bloated man with fat fingers like little carrots - he was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

"Listen to what you said?!" The fat editor stood up from his seat and yelled at Marco. Although the two were separated by a desk distance, Macol still felt the gas emitted by the editor when he spoke, and saw the saliva shining in the dim sunlight.

"What do you mean there is no news? Huh?" The editor-in-chief paced back and forth. Because he was too fat, the belt around his waist was stretched out with many cracks. After only taking a few steps, the editor-in-chief gasped and sat back down.

He threw the newspaper on the table, and Marco did not dodge, letting the newspaper hit his face.

"Why don't you read what you are writing?" The editor-in-chief knocked on the table hard, "The progress of the renovation of Uluru Sports Ground, who would read this boring thing?"

Marcol raised his head and looked at the editor-in-chief's mustache that was trembling with anger. He said, "They haven't left that box for a long time. I can't get their information."

"Don't you know how to think of a way? Do you still need me to teach you about this kind of thing?" The editor-in-chief roared, spitting on Markol's clean and straight suit. The fat guy didn't notice Markol's expression gradually changing. gloomy.

The editor-in-chief sat back on the armchair, he snorted and looked at Macol with disdain, "I didn't accept a notorious guy like you in the press just to get such boring news.

You should find me something like "The Uluru Games Resurgence Team and the Bunnies Hold Town Hall" - something that's fun, interesting, and something that can spark conversations among people! "

The editor-in-chief felt that he had just finished cursing, and his mood improved a lot, so he got up from his seat, slammed the door and left.

The dim sunlight shone on Marco's face, making his expression look uncertain and like the cunning devil's evil smile.

Suddenly there was a sparse rubbing sound in the room. A small Benyep snake climbed onto Macor's body and wrapped around his finger. After a few seconds, its body melted like ice and turned into a seal. Ink stains on fingers.

This bunyip brought Marcol a piece of exciting news, which made him smile slyly, "The Uluru Games is on the verge of collapse...the revival team is in internal strife and discord! Haha, I knew it - a junior high school student , what big things can a few naive young people do?"

Marcol immediately found a draft and started planning. He took the pen and wrote while muttering to himself: "I think the editor-in-chief and she will be very satisfied."

In the Uluru Sports Ground, Wei Mingye opened his eyes. He had been sitting cross-legged on the grass all night, and his cultivation level had still increased a little. Since the "heavy rain", time had moved forward a little bit. The world has also changed, and along with it is the decrease in spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in Wei Mingye's body has only recovered half.

(Aura will be converted into spiritual power after being absorbed)

"You're awake." Keran Dian sat next to Wei Mingye, and Wei Mingye noticed that he was wearing a blanket.

"I'll take the blanket back." Ke Randian stretched out his hand, took the blanket back, and then said, "You've been sitting here all night, aren't you tired? The wind is so cold at night and the temperature is so low, can you bear it? "

"Of course not." Wei Mingye said, "But you, why do you look so melancholy? Where has the lively little fire gone?"

"Well..." Ke Randian thought for a while, and finally just lay down on the green grass and looked at the blue sky.

Wei Mingye didn't return to the box yesterday. Looking at Ke Randian's appearance, he guessed that something big must have happened in the box yesterday.

So, he said: "Can you tell me what happened yesterday? Maybe I can help you. Of course, it's okay to use me as a venting object."

"Well...since you said so." Ke Randian sat up, "Then I'll start talking."

Wei Mingye said: "I am all ears."

Ke Randian told Wei Mingye what happened last night. Wei Mingye couldn't help but smile. It was just a quarrel between two children.

Keran Dian looked at Wei Mingye angrily and said, "Why, is it so funny?"

"No." Wei Mingye said, "This reminds me of a lot. Using reason to guide emotions... Just this beginning makes me think of a lot of things. I don't agree with this sentence."

"Really, right?" Ke Randian said with a smile, "I knew some people wouldn't agree. What's this? Do you want to tame the occultist like an animal? I felt very uncomfortable when I heard it."

Wei Mingye glanced at Sha Velvet, who was negotiating with the maintenance team, and said: "This reminds me of a person. She has absolute rationality. In my eyes, she is an excellent politician, so rational that she is almost as sensible as There is no difference between a robot. I admire her very much as a politician, but that doesn't mean I don't hate her.

She has extraordinary rationality, understands the overall situation, understands strategies, and has foresight. This kind of person is often the most terrifying. "

Ke Randian said: "Well...you mean, it's not a good thing for a person to be too extreme, right?"

"You can say that." Wei Mingye nodded. As for why he thought so, it was because when he was playing this game, he saw a sentence on the loading page: No one knows how a occultist became an occultist. Yes, they were once prosperous, but now they are in decline.

The foundation is dominated by humans, manages occultists according to its rules, and has set up multiple schools to adopt orphans of occultists, using almost brainwashing methods to allow them to grow up and contribute to the well-being of mankind.

It looks like a beautiful foundation, but it is actually like a cage. If the Foundation restrains the occultists through peaceful coexistence, then the Hand of Reshaping is its other side.

Wei Mingye drew a circle on the ground, divided the circle into two parts with a curve, and drew two small circles in the two parts.

"What is this?" Ke Randian asked.

Wei Mingye said: "This is called a Yin-Yang diagram. One side is Yin and the other is Yang. The two exist relative to each other. Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and interdependent. Without Yin, there is no Yang, and without Yang, there is no Yin. The existence of the two is achieved. A delicate balance.

To put it simply, you can think of these two parts as reason and emotion. I believe that neither humans nor occultists can live by just one way of thinking and one mode of behavior. Reason and reason should not be mutually exclusive, but complementary.

We draw line drawings with reason, and add color to the canvas with sensibility; we empathize with them with sensibility, and lend a helping hand with reason. Just like the Yin and Yang diagram, the two exist relative to each other, complement each other, and are interdependent. I believe that people are like the yin and yang diagram, there is a delicate balance, and if this balance is broken, people will go to an extreme. "

Ke Randian’s brows knitted together, she stuck out her tongue and said, “Wow…what you said is so complicated…but I can still tell that you don’t agree with reason guiding emotion, and you will definitely not let emotion guide reason. You’re looking for that balance, right?”

"Yes." Wei Mingye said, "That is a feeling that I have been pursuing."