Feast of Rebirth

Baopu Mountain is very quiet, so quiet that it is a bit boring.

It's rainy and foggy on the mountain, and if the sun doesn't shine, it's very cold and damp.Therefore, even though people in Baopu Mountain did not like spicy food before, they were forced by the environment, and gradually became masters of spicy food. Not only do they eat spicy food, but they also drink spicy medicinal wine. Walking around in the drizzle can calm down the restlessness.

But with Bai Ziqian's current body, eating spicy food to drive away the cold is useless to him, neither is medicinal wine.No one on the mountain is more affected than him by the relentless drizzle in the cold spring. At this time, he dwells in the quilt and the kang is burning vigorously to prevent the cold spring from eroding his body—that feeling is like The body grew moss and mushrooms inch by inch, and was finally corroded by fungi and decomposed into a pile of broken wood.

He nestled under the quilt, finished the last homework he had to do today, pushed the small table away, and lay down comfortably.

The spring rain outside is still falling, the sound of the rain hitting the plantains is beautiful music in the poem, expressing infinite emotions, but he is tired of listening to it, when will this rainy day end.

There were two knocks on the door, and Senior Sister Xiaobi came uninvited, "Xiaobai, how are you feeling today?"

"It's okay." Bai Ziqian wrapped the quilt tightly.

Xiaobi opened the lid of the stove, and threw a piece of khaki crystal into it. The fire blazed up all of a sudden, and jumped more than a foot high. The crystal was burning and made the sound of cracking and peeling, and the sprayed dust gradually filled the air. It covered the entire room, combined with the moisture, and fell heavily to the ground. After a while, the room looked like a layer of khaki snow.Senior Sister Xiaobi put on a beak mask and said in a buzzing voice, "Are the joints still flexible?"

Bai Ziqian lifted the quilt, moved a few times, and made a clicking sound with his fingers: "Fingers again?"

"On rainy days, if you don't move your legs, you can only use your hands."

Xiaobi helped him take off his long "gloves", revealing the delicately made joints. After watching for a while, she said, "It's an old problem, and it will be fine in a while." Spreading out the tools skillfully, choosing a suitable file, the slight The misplaced joints were corrected, and the burrs caused by friction were smoothed out, while preaching: "You don't feel pain now, you have to adjust your own activities. Writing day and night, your fingers will be broken in half a year and two months. Green forests are hard to find. Use One period is less than one period, you have to cherish yourself!"

"Thank you, Senior Sister Xiaobi, I'm sorry to trouble you, Senior Sister."

Xiaobi stopped, stared at him for a while, half annoyed: "Perfunctory! Do you dare to do it next time?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Xiaobi lowered her head and continued to grind carefully.

"Senior sister, tell me...wouldn't it be better for me to go back?"

"Huh? Why do you think so?"

"This body is too troublesome." Senior Sister Xiaobi has been responsible for the maintenance of his body, and always troubles others like this, so she can't help but become more and more disgusted with this body.

If he didn't know anything, if he hadn't worked hard to find, plan, and set up a situation, he might be studying quietly in the breezy willow courtyard of the Bai family, relying on the family to be a carefree young master .

The real world seems to be no better than the world in the painting, oh, it doesn't seem to be, it is.

After Xiaobi finished her work, she patted his face: "What? Do you hate yourself?"

Bai Ziqian nodded.

"You forgot, what is your purpose for coming out?"

"To see the real world."

"You are in the 'real' right now. This is what you are after. Now that you have obtained what you are after, but you want to go back, you can't give up all the time. Besides, there is no medicine for regret in life. It is impossible for the big brother to let go You go in."

"What about them?" Bai Ziqian's thoughts wandered: "They have been, have been circulating in the false world? The illusion has been maintained for so many years, and many mistakes have been made in my life. In the future, there must be people in the illusion. Aware of the truth, I want to get out of it. The false cycle will collapse sooner or later..." "You think you know, but he doesn't know? You're just deceiving yourself."

Inside the house, the sound of rain filled the silence, but the atmosphere became more dignified.

"Actually..." Xiaobi lowered her head and packed her tools, "From the moment Ayun chose to enter the illusion, according to the rules of the school, he is no longer qualified to be a disciple of Baopu Mountain. He chose to live in illusory because of his obsession... …It’s just that Baopu really owes him, and the senior brother loves him, so he has been able to maintain it. In the final analysis, we went too late...too late, and we can only satisfy his obsession to remedy the mistake. If you just because If you want to go back because of the physical problem, then you are too disappointing." She put away the tools and went out.

Bai Ziqian looked at the rain outside, the rain curtain was dense.In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he recovered. The rain in the mountains broke through layers of dense leaves and poured into the sinkhole.After killing Yun Congfeng, the timeline of the world was reset, and even the traces of his existence were completely wiped out in the world.The false in this world, the key node is Yun Congfeng.

He felt so close to the truth, so close to the real world.

But now...he suddenly lost his target.The brothers and sisters are very kind to him, and the collection of ancient books here is beyond his imagination. If his goal is to be a carefree scholar, his goal has been achieved.It's just that he feels that his goal is not the case.

I think……

I think……

He touched his chest, where there was no heartbeat.Instead, there are dense runes and curse marks, which draw energy from the world to maintain his activities.

"I want to go down the mountain."

He was talking to himself.

"I want to go down the mountain and be a prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people."

He suddenly smiled: "I want to go down the mountain and be a prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people."

Conclusion: Thank you to the readers who can see here, and thank you to the little angels who cheered me up and smashed Bawang tickets in the comment area. This article is really bad, so it’s hard for you.The next article is about science fiction, "Master God is Delicate and Frail", it must be better than this article, I am writing the outline, I promise not to gossip, QAQ