Chapter 344 Six Subjects

"So-called salvation is nothing more than a fantasy of mediocre people who are unable to save themselves, do not want to save themselves, and shirk their responsibilities."

"So-called glory and sacrifice are illusory medals used to maintain the stable operation of society. Morality itself is meaningless. Morality is not morality, but a norm to maintain the stable operation of society. As long as everyone is bound by such norms, mediocre people can feel good about themselves and live in a more 'average' world with peace of mind."

"Everyone, in extreme circumstances, will become ugly, greedy, and hateful. Some may even help the evil for the sake of a false sense of justice. The morality of the world depends only on the thoughts of those who hold the right to speak. People's thoughts are determined by the public opinion."

"Besides, am I the only one in this world who stands by and watches?"

An old slate that cannot be cleaned of blood.

Vague information is being spread in the circle of friends with excitement or fear.

The emptied office, the students who still happily walked through the corridor holding their materials, the students who knew all the gossip but knew nothing.

Student representatives who turned a blind eye to the bloodless murder and yet were able to take the oath on the podium.

And people from a long time ago, perhaps even longer ago, already knew this social rule, right? For example, himself.

A poor junior high school student reading aloud at the podium.

"Teacher, I will make my family background sound even more pitiful. This is the condition for receiving the subsidy for poor students. I understand it all."

I can get a subsidy for poor students and the school can gain a reputation for generosity, so why not do it?

I refused to be elected as the class representative and went to study for the competition alone.

"I don't have time to collect and distribute homework for others, or to teach them stupid questions over and over again. But I will teach them one or two difficult questions at the right time to maintain my value among my classmates. Besides, being a student leader like this won't add any points, right? It's more important to participate in competitions."

Even though he is so good at calculations, he can still loudly tell his classmates about his dreams and grand themes at the high school mobilization meeting. In group activities that require winning awards, I am the one who comes up with ideas for the class performance.

"Leaders and classmates like this kind of script. First, talk about the daily life and troubles of classmates to give them a sense of being close to themselves. Then raise the grand theme, and the leaders will be happy. This is what group activities like."

"You asked me what my dream is? Is it really like what was said at the mobilization meeting, to serve the motherland and give back to society? What era is this? Of course, I want to mobilize all the resources in my hands and become a strong person."

Mingming felt that he had seen the fickleness of human nature at the performance of poor students when he was thirteen years old.

Even when I was fifteen, I felt that I could easily game the popular rules of the world.

Human relationships, warmth and coldness, majors, dreams, choices...they are nothing more than subjects and scores that can be added up.

I clearly saw through it at that time. Morality is nothing more than a bargaining chip in interpersonal communication, a chip used to gain cooperation and gain extra points. As long as you do things one, two, three, four well... anyone can become a person with high moral standards and gain all the advantages.

It was obvious that at that time, he had already figured out the rules of this "exam" in the world. At the age of 18, he was in the country's top university and had everything he needed to conquer the world. With superb IQ, the best platform, excellent appearance, strong learning and imitation abilities, and insight into rules, but without empathy with the world, they claim to be indestructible in rationality. He will not be defeated by cheap empathy like others, nor be carried away by mobilized public opinion, and fail for the so-called masses. He is already the most outstanding talent, destined to be different, destined to get the success and refined life he wants, and become the most outstanding strong man.

A person with the highest score will stand out wherever he goes.

"But, but..."

At that moment, Qi Miancheng could hear nothing.

Because he heard crying.

A choking voice came from Ning Mingmei.

Ning Mingmei raised his sword. In the storm, he let all the spiritual energy flow into his body. At that moment, his dantian was stretched like a balloon that was about to explode. Perhaps they had sensed something, a large number of evil creatures rolled up from the bottom of the abyss, roaring and trying to tear Ning Mingmei to pieces.

What did he see under the influence of so much confusion?

At that moment, Qi Miancheng seemed to see a small gray figure standing beside the Tianmen - perhaps that was the inner demon that was triggered in Ning Mingmei at this moment. He no longer hesitated, and embraced Ning Mingmei's body with a gentle hug, and transformed the last part of himself into the magic sword.

Now there is no one else around Ning Mingmei.

Now his voice is the only one left in the world.

Ning Mingmei swung his sword and slashed towards the sky gate. Just like that year, he waved his ballpoint pen and wrote on the most important test paper in his life. In the midsummer of that year, cicadas were chirping outside the window. In order to prepare for the students' most important college entrance examination, the government blocked the surrounding roads. Apart from the natural cicada chirping, the surroundings were silent, as if it were a vacuum, so there were only the sounds of the pen tip rustling and the heartbeat.

Just like now, the pen tip falls on the answer sheet and the magic sword falls on the gate of heaven. The person and the pen are one, just like studying late into the night day and night, fighting for the scores again and again, and writing the same or similar exercises until numbness. Man and sword are one, just like every stroke of the pen, every chop of the sword, and every regret when man and sword miss each other. It turns out that chopping with the sword is as simple as writing, the tip of the pen sinks into the fibers, and the ink spreads.

A solitary smoke rises straight up in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. When Ning Mingmei wrote his first stroke of Chinese, he saw himself standing on the podium at the age of twelve. He said to his head teacher, "No, I don't want them to think I'm pitiful."

f'(x)=x+1, f(x)= Ning Mingmei made the second stroke of mathematics. He saw himself doing math competition questions. He said he just didn't like and was too impatient to do those trivial things for the collective. But he can tell them difficult problems, he likes to solve difficult problems.

What's the price of the shirt Ning Mingmei wrote the third stroke of English. He saw his fifteen-year-old self standing blankly at the gate of Yenching University. Yanjing is bustling with traffic. Everyone coming and going has exquisite makeup, speaks words that a test-taker like him doesn't understand, and uses brands that he doesn't know. If you want to chat, do you have to know those sports stars, the names of those wines, and where to buy the best coffee beans? There was still one day left after summer camp ended, where should he go? Everyone went in groups of two or three to see the trendy stores, but Ning Mingmei was not there. He took the subway alone and went to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

The direction of gravity is vertically downward, and he made the fourth stroke of physics. He stood in front of the sealed office door. He wanted to tell the old professor that he was useless, but what those people were doing was wrong. Even if time cannot prove any truth, even if those people will never repent, even if we wait ten or twenty years, we cannot punish those people, even if... but those people are wrong.

He made the fifth breakthrough in chemistry by purifying and preparing crude salt. He said no to the scholarship, he said no to his boss, and he wrote "I'm not grateful at all" in his acknowledgments. Yeah, screw him, he wasn't thankful at all. He was grateful to the pioneers in research and to the unknown of the world, but he was not grateful at all.

Inheritance of red-eyed and white-eyed fruit flies. He struck out the creature's sixth stroke. The heavy snow on Piaomiao Peak fell in his eyes, the snow fell so fast, so fast, it fell on the smiling girl in the orange dress, on the twin sisters, on Chang Feichang who was fleeing with his sister on his back, on the kneeling Wen Siheng, on Lian Chengyue who jumped into the sword furnace again, and on the sword.

The snowflakes were too big and heavy, and they made it impossible for him to open his eyes or move his hands. His teeth and orifices were bleeding, and his entire body was bleeding. The seventh stroke, the seventh knife, there are six subjects in the college entrance examination, but Ning Mingmei still has one sword to chop, all he lacks is the last sword, the strength for this sword.

All it takes is this sword!

"I'll help you!"

Ning Mingmei should have been unable to hear any sound. His eardrums were broken and everything about him was shattered. But he heard the sound of mushrooms.

It's not just the sound of mushrooms, there's also the sound of many spots of light and many stars.

"I'll help you."

One palm after another. Young men who traveled through time and space passed by Ning Mingmei and slapped their palms against his. Those young people were full of vigor and had bright smiles. They had never met Ning Mingmei before, but they acted as if Ning Mingmei was their classmate at Ye Ma Academy.

The last person who gently slapped Ning Mingmei's palm was a girl with a blurred face. She ran briskly, passed Ning Mingmei, jumped over him like a deer, and bumped into the crumbling Tianmen.

Her face is blurry. It could be her, or someone else, or many people.

"And me."

A voice said.

The lotus lanterns light up and the lotus seeds burst. There also appeared a human figure from inside. The man looked at Ning Mingmei and had the same face as him.

It will be bright.

Everyone said that Jiang Ming had a cold expression on his face. But when he looked at his brother whose body was broken and whose soul looked like his, he actually smiled faintly. Then he raised the nonexistent sword and took a stance. Just like every meaningless strike of the sword he had ever made.

"Perhaps every sword I have ever wielded was born for this moment."

In fact, the last time, Ning Mingmei didn't chop out anything.

But they are dotted around the lotus lantern, becoming a sword, becoming the final force, breaking through the last barrier.

"boom."

At that moment, tremendous force and white light broke through everything.

Perhaps he is no longer himself, having escaped into the void and broken into molecules, protons, neutrons, and quarks. Perhaps this is the price of being sucked into the Heavenly Gate, being hit by the torrent of spiritual energy and turned into annihilation.

But there was a force that pushed the last fragment out of the torrent that was enough to destroy him, along with the lotus lantern and the broken sword.

He smiled at him.

"Goodbye, my brother."

"Go back to where you want to go."

Pause.

"And you."

Something else was kicked off.

The broken lotus seed sank into the Heavenly Gate, and the lotus lamp and sword fell together. The black torrent in the abyss turned into ashes under the huge white light and disappeared in an instant.

Finally, they fell into a piece of mud, as if they were born in this vibrant soil from the beginning.

The lotus lanterns burned quietly in the soil, emitting small balls of white light. It's like a new body is about to be born from inside.

And finally, Ning Mingmei also closed his eyes.

It's like there is a time gap in this world. In the dusty room he hugged the five handwritten letters that had never been sent. The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and there was no one roaring in his ears anymore.

He held the letters in his arms and fell asleep quietly.

…

The earthquake ended, the tsunami subsided, and new buds sprouted on the scorched earth. The power of the five elements of spiritual energy fiercely poured into the world, bringing vitality. Black shadows evaporated from everyone's bodies. The relatives and friends who survived the disaster hugged each other and began to cry bitterly.

"XXX! I love you! Let's get married!"

A young man shouted from the hillside, and everyone burst into laughter. Even Duan Ying, who was always serious, smiled. At this moment when everyone was celebrating, someone asked, "What's going on... Why is Gui Xianzun crying?"

Wen Siheng looked over in astonishment. He found that the seriously injured Gui Ruoxue seemed to have a premonition that she was about to lose something, and tears were flowing from the corners of her bloody eyes.

"elder brother!"

Bai Ling hugged Bai Mian and cried and screamed. People from Baopu Temple arrived one after another and began to treat the survivors. Su Jue sat on the ground tiredly, and the abundant spiritual energy repaired his body. He looked at the sky and murmured, "It feels like a lone ranger did something great when we weren't paying attention..."

"The Lone Ranger?"

Tang Wan whispered as she hugged herself and squatted under the rubble. Su Jue said, "Isn't it? He actually likes to do big things secretly by himself and do his own thing."

As he spoke, he looked at Tang Wan again: "Are you the only direct descendant of the royal family now? If you become the emperor..."

Tang Wan shook his head like a rattle.

"I still want to go back to Piao Miao Peak, do what I like, and be with the people I like." She whispered, "Besides, the world may not need an emperor."

On the other side, Kong Huan supported Rong Qi, Ye Guijing supported Kong Huan, and Ye Guimu supported Ye Guijing, and the four of them came to the edge of the ruins like conjoined twins. Rong Qi was still scolding Kong Huan: "Why don't you kill her! What a good opportunity."

"The people from the United Immortal Sect have arrived. Let her stand trial." Kong Huan said.

"Psycho." Rong Qi continued to insult him, "Do you want her to admit her mistake and apologize? How is that possible?"

"It doesn't matter." Kong Huan shook his head. "There are so many things in this world. How can we tell who is right and who is wrong? I am not the one who can judge her. Let the more innocent victims... come."

"It's you." Su Jue looked at Mu Hanshan and whispered, "The main force will arrive soon. It's very dangerous for you to stay here."

Mu Hanshan looked at Chang Feichang who had fainted due to the impact of spiritual energy, nodded and said: "I will take him away first, and we will deal with the rest slowly."

He carried Chang Feichang on his back and went against the main force, heading towards other places. At that moment, Mu Hanshan suddenly remembered that Ning Mingmei once said that many years ago, Chang Feichang did the same thing, carrying his sister on his back and walking from the heavy snow to a place where spring flowers were blooming.

The seasons will come and go, but it doesn’t matter, there is still plenty of time in this world.

"Mu Hanshan, I'm tired." He heard Chang Feichang on his back, making the sound of petals falling into the water.

The young man closed his eyes and his hair turned white overnight. Behind the white hair that was riddled with holes was his tired voice.

"I wanted to kill everyone before, but I also wanted to go home."

"Oh..." said Mu Hanshan.

"Where are you taking me?" Chang Feichang asked.

At that moment, Mu Hanshan felt that the world was vast. He smiled warmly.

"First, heal your wounds, then go find Master Ning Feng. He must have accomplished something, but he needs our help. Finally, go to where the flowers are blooming." Mu Hanshan said, "Liu Shuang will come with us."

Chang Feichang: “Yeah.”

Chang Feichang: "Let's go find Ning Mingmei first."

"?"

"Only when you have both a brother and a sister-in-law can you have a home." Chang Feichang said.

Mu Hanshan nodded and said, "Okay..."

"And you." Chang Feichang said suddenly.

On the other side, Ye Xuefei and Eleven crawled out from under the rubble. She looked up in surprise and looked at Wu Min who was carrying the pillar for them. Eleven said: "Master Wu Feng..."

Ye Xuefei: "Master Wu Feng, your bones are not broken, right?"

Wu Min: …

Wu Min's bones were really broken. He couldn't laugh. In the end, Ye Xuefei and Eleven dragged him out from under the pillar. The three of them sat together on the rubble, waiting for treatment.

Wu Min stared into the distance, with a lot on his mind. Eleven said: "Master Wu Feng, don't be sad. Tianduan will definitely be very happy to see you now."

"Hmm..." Wu Min smiled.

Ye Xuefei: "Master Wu Feng, although things are chaotic now, you are seriously injured. Now is not a good time to launch a surprise attack on Master Wukong."

Wu Min: …

Wu Min's smile completely collapsed. This little girl, how come she always tells the truth?

"Actually, I'm still thinking..." Eleven said worriedly, expressing the issue that everyone present was worried about.

"Where is my master?"