monster guardian

"What did you just say?" Mushui asked again.

Caglar stood up slowly, surrounded by the clowns, his figure looked embarrassed and thin.He raised his head and looked at Mushui again.Caglar opened his mouth, but then closed it.

Cagra dared not speak, afraid to get an affirmative answer.

Terrible my Virgin Mary!

He exaggerated there that he had mastered the rules and was better than Jin and Qi, what a genius he was!

And Qi stood in front of him...

Do not……

He can't imagine it!

Caglar felt as if he had been stripped naked and left out in the sun.

Cagra felt that as long as he went deeper and thought a little more, he would pass out with shame and anger.

So he shut up just in time.

"Let's go." Mushui walked ahead.

The clowns immediately followed closely.

In Kaglar's view, this scene undoubtedly proves Mushui's identity.These clowns are undoubtedly his fans!

How did he know that these clowns planned to kidnap Mushui half a day ago.

While walking forward slowly, Mushui said, "Do you know where you and Qibi lost?"

Caglar asked in a daze, "Where?"

"Your work is a dead thing, his work is a living thing." Mushui said softly.

They walked out of the room, and Caglar followed him, staggering up the corridor.He hissed, "What? Something dead or alive?"

With a pure face, Mushui opened his eyes and began to make up: "'Paradise' is alive, and it will repair and evolve itself. Have you seen any records related to them in the manual? You must know that in Before, they were just dolls stuffed with cotton, and some were even just clown suits hanging on the wall. They were only the size of my knuckles. But over time, they gradually took on life. Can break away' Paradise's prison, walk in the world."

"And the 'villa' you created is just a dead thing that imprisons people. It is controlled by your thoughts and has no self-awareness at all, let alone complete self-repair and evolution, and cannot self-generate life. Without you , it completely fails.”

Cagra stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth.

This man's face was filled with the tangled look of struggling back and forth between disbelief and self-denial.

"Are you a genius?" Mushui paused at this point, then shook his head: "You are not. You indulged in the illusion of excellence prematurely, and instead ignored other things."

"Am I not good enough?" Cagra squeezed out his voice from between his teeth.

He looked ahead.

The boy's figure is slender, under the dim light, it seems to have turned into a shadow of nothingness, it looks extremely thin, as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind.But it was such a look that made Caglar sweat profusely.

"You said that the 'Villa' you made is better than the 'Paradise'. The Paradise is shoddy, but the villa is almost exactly the same as the real villa. People can't tell the truth from the fake, just like this. into your villa."

"That's right!" Cagra hurriedly said, "Isn't this not good enough?"

He raised his head and fixedly stared at Mushui's figure, speaking eagerly.

Mushui has successfully learned about his mental state at this moment.

Caglar desperately needs validation from others.

In the narrow corridor, the status of the two seemed to have changed.

A man in his thirties, and a boy in his early twenties, the former is more like a student of the latter.

Mushui then continued softly: "You are like a master counterfeiter who reproduced the existing things without any changes. It is amazing, but it will never be better than the person who created the first thing. You have stuck yourself in the In a narrow circle, people think that if they are done exactly the same, that is, if they are done finely, it is a kind of excellence, and they are addicted to his rough workmanship. But what you pay attention to is the shape, and what he pays attention to is the inside. He doesn’t care at all. The shape of the paradise, because he has already injected the most important soul into it. So his paradise is alive, and your villa is dead."

"What's more..." Mushui paused.

He learned from Yuan Sheng that when Qi finished "Paradise", he once said that time was too late.On the basis of this known information, Mushui continued to write down, saying: "What's more, it only took him three days to build this paradise. And you, it took five years and devoted countless efforts. You seem to be surpassed him, but in fact, he surpassed everyone who came after him early..."

Caglar's voice was so hoarse that he changed his tune: "You said he was ahead of his time? He made a simple thing a few years ago,"

"There is a master of martial arts novels in Huaguo, who once wrote such a sentence. It is called 'The heavy sword has no sharp edge, and great skill does not work. Probably that is to say, the more ordinary, even clumsy and crude things look, the more likely they are rich in subtle things." Mushui made up two or three nonsense.

It sounds reasonable.

Mushui thought so himself.

Kaglar suddenly seemed to have been sucked out of all energy, stumbled and fell down, repeating this sentence back and forth in a clumsy accent: "The epee has no edge, and the big tricks don't work... To simplify the complex, to use it Clumsy is better than clever... Who wrote it? Who wrote it? I'm going to read it! Go to read it!"

He got up, ignoring his broken hands and knees.

Anyway, there are too many painful places, so I don't care about such one or two places.

Cagra stared at Mushui's back, and stared even tighter.

He is Qi!

He is Qi!

Cagra felt a sense of powerlessness in his infinite smallness.

Compared with the boy, he is like the sky, but he is like the ant on the ground under the sky.

Cagra's heart was heavily suppressed.

Mushui glanced back at him.

What he wants is the effect of hitting him. Only in this way can Cagra be unable to regenerate the heart of resistance after leaving the "Paradise".

Mushui felt that the banner of "Qi" was quite useful.

Especially when it hurts to step on Cagra.

Mushui stretched out his hand towards Kaglar.

The next moment, the scene in front of him changed, and the narrow and dark corridor disappeared, replaced by "vegetative people" sitting motionless on the ground.

It looks as if Mushui has cast a spell, or Paradise moves according to his will.

But in fact, Mushui knew very well that this was all due to the clowns.

The clowns can enter and leave the paradise freely, and when they go in and out, they can bring people in and out.

Cagra twisted his neck stiffly, looked at Mushui, and then at the vegetative people who were sitting still.

"Dead things..." Kaglar said aloud, "It's all dead things..."

Mushui walked to the door and opened it.

"Follow me." Mushui turned around and said.

After defeating Kaglar's mentality, Mushui's commanding statement immediately occupied Kaglar's thinking with a strong posture, and directly issued orders to his brain.

Cagra just followed Mushui out.

They quickly walked back to the door of the villa where Yuan Sheng lived.

Mushui shivered unconsciously in the rain.

Then he bent down to push away the grass, and made another careful inspection of the grass at the door.

Among the dense grass, there is a small piece that is slightly sparse.

Mushui pushed aside, and saw a model of a villa underneath...it really was here.Mushui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not a good thing to lose the patient!

If you lose two at once, the matter will be even more serious!

Now it can be found!

Mushui turned to look at Kaglar.

In the heavy rain, a figure approached here with strides.

The figure burst out a sharp shout: "Don't touch!"

Don't touch and don't move are two concepts.

The former has the meaning of blocking protection, while the latter has the meaning of threat.

Mushui stopped his hands, straightened his waist, and watched the figure approaching him in an instant.

The voice was familiar, and the figure was familiar, but Mushui still couldn't believe it.

Mushui raised his hand to wipe the rainwater off his face, and his vision became clear for a short while.

The man in front of him was wearing a gray windbreaker, with a tall and straight figure. On his serious and bookish face, he lost the glasses that were usually seen most often.

This is the first time for Mushui to see the man's eyes without barriers. Compared with other people's pupils, his eyes are grayish, and for a moment they seem to have a bit of indifference, but when you look closely, they seem to be It is clearly with the color of kindness.

"teacher?"

Chen Zhiyuan strode forward and grabbed Mushui's wrist.

He turned his head and took a quick look at Cagra: "Why are you hanging out with a strange person?" After speaking, Chen Zhiyuan frowned, pulled Mushui and walked out.

"Teacher, wait..." Mushui hurriedly said.

His strength was no match for Chen Zhiyuan, and Chen Zhiyuan pulled him and walked ten meters away with great strides.

Mu Shui was out of breath, panting slightly: "Teacher, my patient..."

"They were never supposed to be the patients you were responsible for." Chen Zhiyuan said without turning his head.

His tone was the same as before, once he became serious, everyone would be afraid of him.

Musui is the same.

However, the respect in his heart was more than the fear.

At this time, Mushui shook off Chen Zhiyuan's hand without thinking.

If they really have to leave, what about Yuan Sheng and Jiao Yan?

Is it really made into salt and pepper shrimp?

"Teacher, I've already started work, I have to take on my own responsibilities..." Mushui said in a low voice.

As soon as his voice was covered by the sound of rain, it sounded a little muffled.

Chen Zhiyuan turned his head back: "This responsibility was forced on you by others, and you can refuse it as a matter of course."

Mushui turned around and shouted, "Kagra!"

Caglar's body trembled, as if he had lost his mind, he bent down, lowered his head, and picked up his "villa".

Chen Zhiyuan also made a sound suddenly, a loud shout came out of his throat: "Kagra!"

He also called the other person's name.

It seemed that he only knew the other party's name from Mushui, so he called out naturally.

Kagra on the other side suddenly threw away the "villa" in his hand, stood in the rain, and became a pile.

He became the object of the hypnotic tug-of-war between the teacher and the student.

Mushui curled up his fingers.

He was a little uncomfortable from the rain.

He looked up at Chen Zhiyuan's profile, but he couldn't leave yet...

The author has something to say: At first, it seemed that Lao Tzu believed that: Great straightness is like crookedness, great ingenuity is like clumsy, and great debate is like negligence.