On the Importance of Chinese Characters

Zhuang Yunzhou doubted his previous understanding of this person's inscrutable and deep personality, and he didn't speak for a while.

And Fang Qiling had completely let go of the airs he put on in front of outsiders, stretched his waist with his hands up, lay down on the dilapidated wooden table like a boneless one, grinned at Zhuang Yunzhou, showing a look of anticipation, a little You are also welcome: "You said the repayment, so you should repay me well."

"Then how, how can I repay?" Zhuang Yunzhou, who was elegant and dignified by nature, stammered for a while, feeling that it was the first time he met such an unreasonable person in his previous 24 years of life journey.

"Tell me something about your hometown? For example, how did you live so long when your spiritual consciousness is so weak?"

When Feng Zangshui heard what he said, he couldn't help but put his hand on his head speechlessly, and this characteristic of occasionally speaking desperately to stab people's scars is really...

However, Zhuang Yunzhou's answer surprised Feng Zangshui even more.

There was some hesitation in the gentle voice of the other party: "What is...spiritual consciousness?"

"Huh?!" Fang Qiling froze in an instant. He tilted his head and looked at Zhuang Yunzhou silently. When he saw that the other party was a little nervous, he slowly straightened up and said in a playful tone, "I had some guesses before, yours Your hometown may be very special, but I never expected that you don't even know what spiritual consciousness is."

Zhuang Yunzhou felt that there was nothing he couldn't say: "My hometown is probably different from here. I don't know what divine consciousness is." Do you know the meaning of the language translated by the other party with the ability?

"So, you are not a special case. None of the Spirit Race people in your hometown know how to use their divine sense?"

"I'm not very clear about what you mean by 'spiritual consciousness'. I can only say that the people in my hometown are no different from me."

"But, without divine consciousness, how did you use the source technique?" Fang Qiling was extremely confused.

His question stopped Zhuang Yunzhou: "If you are talking about this kind of magical power that allows us to communicate. We don't have this kind of power."

"Impossible." Fang Qiling categorically denied, "When you fell from the sky, I couldn't have recognized the source power fluctuations emanating from the hole in the void. If the people in your hometown don't have source techniques, how did you come here through source techniques? here?"

Zhuang Yunzhou's body shook, and the graveyard looked up at Fang Qiling, and repeated softly: "Heaven? The hole in the void?? I... came here through the origin technique?"

Fang Qiling nodded affirmatively.

Shock swept Zhuang Yunzhou, and chaotic thoughts flooded his head instantly, making him unable to react for a while.

Fang Qiling looked at the person who seemed to be frozen on the spot, with doubts in his eyes, did he say something just now?

Pushing each other: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Yunzhou regained consciousness, licked his dry lips, and supported the corner of the table with his trembling right hand.

If he really came here through the source technique, does it mean that he can also... go back through the so-called source technique? !

Will he... still be able to complete the task entrusted to him by his teacher and companions at the end of his life? !

I remembered how the members who ate and had fun together, under the coercion of those mercenaries, knew that they were going to die, and knew that the possibility of keeping the information was very slim, but they never gave up and died generously...

Tears flowed down her pale face without warning.The weight of nine human lives on his body was so heavy that he couldn't bear it, and he almost wanted to suffocate.

Fang Qiling watched in surprise as the spirit clan man he had picked up raised his thin left hand to cover his eye sockets.He propped his other hand on the corner of the table, lowered his head, and sat there crying very quietly, barely making a sound, as if his back was bent and his throat was blocked by some great pain he couldn't understand.Grief shrouded the small wooden house as if it had turned into substance, making people's hearts heavy, like fine spider threads densely entangled in the heart, making people's hearts tighten.

Fang Qiling was taken aback by Zhuang Yunzhou's gesture, he hesitated for a while, and finally chose to stretch out his hand, gently stroked it on top of his head, and whispered in a comforting tone, "Are you okay?"

The slight warmth on the top of his head awakened Zhuang Yunzhou, who was immersed in the past, and realized his gaffe. He took a moment to clean up his emotions, wiped away his tears, looked up at the other party and apologized: "Sorry, I lost my composure." Sadness is Don't make others suffer with his affairs.

Zhuang Yunzhou's eyes that had just cried were a little red, and the eyelids seemed to have been washed by clear rainwater, and the thick and dark eyelashes were filled with moisture, and when they blinked, they were like birds skimming gently over the water.Fang Qiling could see the deep sadness inside, but this emotion was suppressed by the master, which made him regret the hand he just stretched out just now. After a moment of silence, he said seriously: "The vicissitudes of life, the changes in the world .In the end, everything will pass."

Can't make it through.Zhuang Yunzhou's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a pale smile in response to the other party's comfort: "Thank you."

This restrained politeness made Fang Qiling sigh, and couldn't help but feel some helpless pity in his heart.

The room was silent again, Fang Qiling saw that it was inconvenient to stay in today's situation, so he gave Feng Zangshui a wink and stood up: "It's almost time, I still have things to do, you take a good rest, I'll wait another day Come again."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yunzhou knew that the other party was understanding him, and while his heart was warm, he also showed an apologetic look: "I'm really sorry..." Before he finished speaking, Fang Qiling stopped him: "What are you apologizing for? I have something to do."

Zhuang Yunzhou didn't take this seriously, it's just that after the huge emotional ups and downs just now, he really didn't have much energy.

But there was one thing he still wanted to figure out.

"I don't know what items were there with me when Brother Fang rescued me?"

"Items?" Fang Qiling rubbed his chin, recalled, and said decisively, "I don't have any items. At that time, you had two rags hanging all over your body. If you want more, I'll ask someone to bring them to you."

"Just, just two pieces of cloth all over the body?" Isn't that equivalent to being naked?

Zhuang Yunzhou couldn't care less about being sad, his voice stuttered when he repeated Fang Qiling's words, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face.He grew up in a well-educated family with strict family education, and he has never had the experience of being disheveled. Even his teachers would sometimes call him an antique.

Fang Qiling was delighted to see this. According to this person's upright temperament, he would really be overwhelmed by such a trivial matter.

Rolling his eyes, he couldn't restrain himself and began to tease: "I have everything you have, what's the matter? Besides, although I saw you all, when you fell from the sky, I In Mutang, it’s also naked. Neither of us will lose.”

Feng Zangshui couldn't stand listening to this crooked theory, so he decisively withdrew the source technique that was placed on him, cutting off the communication bridge between the two.One is awake and the other is unconscious, thanks to his words.He politely nodded to Zhuang Yunzhou who had lost his translator and couldn't understand what Fang Qiling said again: "You have a good rest." Then he took the lead and walked out.

Fang Qiling looked at his friend's merciless back, blinked innocently at Zhuang Yunzhou, made a 'go' gesture, and chased him out.

Zhuang Yunzhou, who was teased and somewhat at a loss, heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, and finally confirmed that the depth of the savior and the city were all illusions he imagined in a state where he could not communicate.

But, to be honest, now Zhuang Yunzhou prefers that Fang Qiling is really unpredictable and deep in the city.The other party's bohemian character is really the most difficult for him to resist.

After being interrupted by Fang Qiling, Zhuang Yunzhou, who was no longer so sad, sat and let himself go for a while, then he pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up, took out the cups used by the three of them, and slowly cleaned them while thinking about the current situation .

Different world……

There is a mysterious power...

Now that I don't know anything about the world...

There is no skill to survive...

Going back to the room silently, Zhuang Yunzhou put the cups back on the table one by one, and unconsciously arranged the three cups into a perfect equilateral triangle. He showed a wry smile with a dignified expression, really...you are a scholar who is useless.

For the current plan, it seems that I can only hug my thigh.

Zhuang, a child of other people's family since childhood, a social elite, with many leg pendants like a dog, Yunzhou, faced with this unfamiliar skill, he said that he was really unfamiliar with the business.But there is nothing to do if you are not familiar with it. In the face of survival, you can only bite the bullet.

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Fang · Sorrow lasts for less than three seconds · Curious baby · Interrupts all negative emotions by chatterbox · Qi Ling lifts the quilt of Fengzangshui early the next morning and urges others to come to the wooden house.Firstly, he couldn't restrain his exuberant curiosity, and secondly, he was unwilling to let Zhuang Yunzhou immerse himself in sadness for too long.

Yesterday, when I watched Mindful Stone and saw Feng Zangshui who was harassed early in the morning before he woke up in the middle of the night, he was full of helplessness. He gathered his clothes, rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and sat up from the bed angrily: "You asked me to come When I was there, I clearly said that it was fun. The fun thing is to ask me to be an intermediary, so that you can communicate with each other more conveniently?"

Fang Qiling smiled and put his hands on his shoulders: "Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Feng Zangshui glanced at him expressionlessly, slapped his arms away, and replied lightly: "I don't think so, I won't go." It's just a gathering place for spirit races without any power, what's there to be curious about? Time is not as good as seeing the reality of the attention stone he brought.

"Really not going?" Fang Qiling detoured in front of Fengzangshui, took out a few attention stones from his arms, threw them in his hands, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Just do it and help me." .”

Looking at those few familiar attention stones, Fengzangshui almost stammered: "You, you, when did you take it away?!"

Fang Qiling shrugged his shoulders, his big smile looked very rascal.

Facing the 'hostage' held by his old friend, what else could Feng Zangshui do, of course he had to agree.

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As for Zhuang Yunzhou, he was not surprised to see two people poking outside the door as soon as he opened the door in the morning.He opened the door completely, and greeted naturally: "Good morning."

Well, I don't understand.

Fang Qiling reached out and poked the friend next to him carelessly.Feng Zangshui glanced at him, snorted coldly, a light flashed between his brows, saluted Zhuang Yunzhou slightly, and then walked straight into the room.

"He's not looking at you." Fang Qiling smiled, and after following in, he raised his hand and handed a few of the attention stones back to his friend, "No, I'll return them to you."

Feng Zangshui reached out his hand, caught it like a treasure, then took one out of it, put the remaining ones back into his pocket, and stuffed his spiritual sense in contentedly, ignoring this side.

"What is that?" Zhuang Yunzhou couldn't help being curious as he watched Feng Zangshui sitting motionless holding a white jade-colored square stone.

"That?" Fang Qiling turned his head to look at the direction Zhuang Yunzhou was looking at, "Oh~~ that, it's called the attention stone. Don't you have it? It's a tool for recording knowledge and experiences."

"Recording tool?" Zhuang Yunzhou repeated in a murmur, and then asked, "How to use it?"

"Just go in with your divine sense." Fang Qiling said relaxedly.

Zhuang Yunzhou's expression moved, and before he could say anything, Fang Qiling replied sharply: "You can't do it. Your consciousness is too weak. To read the Stone of Attention, first of all, your consciousness is stronger than that set by the Stone of Attention itself. The threshold is high, and secondly, if your spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, the content inside will also be incomplete, and reading it forcibly will only cause your consciousness to be backlashed and damage the foundation."

Zhuang Yunzhou silently kept these words in his mind, and instead of asking any further questions, he talked about other things: "This is very different from my hometown. The tools we record are paper, pen and words. Later, with the development of science and technology, and There are all sorts of electronic storage devices."

The meaning of the text can be understood, probably something similar to the divine consciousness pattern.

But... "Paper and pen? Electronic storage device? What is that?" Fang Qiling's attention was instantly attracted, and he unconsciously patted his stomach as he asked.I came out in a hurry, and I was a little hungry.

Zhuang Yunzhou saw his small movements, his eyes paused, and he didn't answer directly. Instead, he reached out to get him a glass of water, and asked with concern: "You came so early, have you ever had breakfast?"

Fang Qiling rubbed his stomach again, and said nonchalantly: "Not yet... But, it's not important, what did you just say?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhuang Yunzhou frowned in disapproval: "Three meals a day are the source of life. Since you haven't eaten, why not try my craft." Seeing Fang Qiling still wanting to pester him, he thought for a while , and added, "Besides, my current body can't be hungry."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Qiling had nothing to say. It was fine for him to go hungry for a meal or two, but the person in front of him was weak and thin, so he had to make up for it.

So he breathed out as if discouraged, and didn't move.