Chapter 94 Not Important Again
Before I explored further, I heard a sigh in my mind, "We have finally come to this point."
At that moment, I thought it was some kind of precondition for reading the memory, but it spoke again to announce its existence, "Memories are often mixed with emotions. I suggest you try reading it in another place."
"Experience?" I asked it.
And it affirmed without hesitation, "It's a matter of experience."
So I held the cone of light in my palm, opened my eyes and looked at the black swan in front of me, "I promised you that I will keep your memory, but in terms of time..."
Black Swan understood and responded, "Then I will patiently wait for your invitation."
After that, she asked again as a reminder, "What do you mean by the words of experience you just mentioned?"
......Did I actually say that just now? I shook my head at the black swan. "Nothing, just talking to myself."
Perhaps Black Swan could tell that it was a question, but she didn't ask any further. She just turned around and looked at the vigilant Cloud Rider, smiled, made a gesture of silence, and suddenly disappeared.
The frightened Yunqi became alert again, but the task of pacifying Yunqi had to be left to Jingyuan.
I looked up at Jing Yuan, nodded to him, and walked straight to the back room.
The empty room was arranged exceptionally neatly. Although no one would come to disturb me, I still closed the doors and windows first and checked around to make sure there would be no accidents.
The read light cone stood in the palm of the hand again, but this time it did not speak.
Although it was already getting light outside, the four people who had been up all night were so excited that no one cared about the light bulb that had been working all night.
"Ren" excitedly held the blood bag and gestured at "Dan Heng", encouraging him, "Really not going to try it? It's brighter than the sun!"
"I'm not cosplaying as Dan Feng, so you should keep it for yourself." "Dan Heng" pushed the blood bag back and suddenly thought of a good idea, "Just hide it under the bandage on your wrist, and then you can use Zhili to compare..."
"Sizzle—" "Dan Heng" simulated the sound of blood spurting, "It will definitely attract a lot of attention."
"Blade" imagined the scene and immediately took a deep breath, "Not only that, I'm afraid 110 and 120 have already called me."
After saying that, he continued to persuade her, "It's better to apply it on yourself, so that people can tell it's fake at a glance."
Dan Heng pushed it away again, "Wouldn't it be the same if I applied it on you?"
The two of them exchanged words for nearly half an hour, with Yan Qing adding fuel to the fire.
Finally, Yanqing, who was tired of playing, suggested, "Didn't you bring two packs? Why don't you each take one pack and play. This way it will seem more realistic."
"Ren" and "Dan Heng" looked at each other, then looked at the owner of the room.
Jing Yuan, who was thankful that he was not involved, immediately raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, but worried that they would not let go, he explained: "Anyway, we have to clean it up again when we come back."
So the furniture in the middle was moved away to make room for the two of them to perform. Each of them held a blood bag with a corner cut open, their faces solemn.
"Yan Qing" who volunteered to be the referee began the countdown, "Three, two, one..."
Before the word "start" was uttered, "Blade" took the lead in launching the attack, but "Dan Heng" was also on guard against this move.
As a result, the blood that was originally aimed at "Dan Heng" flew far away with the force of the throw, until it landed on "Jing Yuan" who was leaning against the wall watching the show.
"Blade" and "Dan Heng" stopped their actions at the same time and said in unison, "This is an accident!"
"If I believe you, there must be something fishy!" "Jingyuan" took the tissue handed over by "Yanqing" and tapped it on his clothes.
"Dan Heng" also launched an attack at this time with great strategy, but was also dodged by "Blade". In the end, the palm-sized blood bag was used up and not a drop of it was on their bodies.
As the only victim, Jing Yuan gave them a kind smile: "If you guys rub the ground a little bit now, I'll still trust you."
"That won't work. If you believe it, then there will be something fishy going on!" Blade said confidently. Seeing the mess on the ground, he said with a guilty conscience, "Don't worry, we will definitely help you clean it up when you come back. We guarantee it will be spotless, whiter than your white hair!"
Dan Heng followed closely and nodded in agreement, "Clean and white."
"You'd better do it." "Jing Yuan" glanced at the clock and called to the referee who was hiding far away, "It's almost time, it's time to go."
Everything was frozen at the moment the door opened. Jing Yuan raised his hand to his temple with a headache. A worried voice came from beside him, "General?"
"......General?" Jing Yuan turned his head and looked over belatedly. After seeing Qingdui, he asked in a daze, "Qingdui?"
"It's me, General." Qingdi half-knelt down, placed his palm on Jingyuan's forehead with concern, then stood up and shouted to Yutie, "Go call Lady Dragon Girl."
"Yes!" Yutie rushed out in a hurry after receiving the order.
"Jing Yuan" covered his forehead with his hands while looking at the surrounding scene, then turned his head to look at the endless sea of clouds, the simulated sky, and the vaguely visible buildings outside the transparent glass window, "Changle Tian..."
He lowered his head and did not find any blood splatter on his clothes.
Bai Lu's diagnosis was that the disease was caused by overwork, and she did not mention any abnormalities.
Is it soul traveling? "Jing Yuan" thought so subconsciously, and then tried, "If I say I am not Jing Yuan..."
Qing Du acted as if he had not heard these words. After taking the prescription, he listened carefully to Bai Lu's medical advice.
No matter how Jingyuan hinted or hinted, they continued on their own as if they hadn't heard or seen anything.
…It’s like a set program.
But this cannot rule out the possibility that it was blocked by some force, so "Jing Yuan" carefully assumed his responsibilities as General Luofu while secretly searching for Jing Yuan's whereabouts.
Therefore, when facing that future disaster, he could not even say that he was caught off guard. He could only say that at the moment of annihilation he was unable to realize how things had developed to this point.
This is the first ending of "Jing Yuan".
But after his death, he was still greeted by an extremely worried voice: "General?"
The shock of death seemed to still be affecting his body. Jing Yuan closed his eyes to calm his palpitations, and then proceeded to the second round with a more cautious attitude.
He still failed to find Jing Yuan, but he successfully found out the source of the crisis.
God War... a word that only arouses curiosity in the game plot, but when applied to reality, it only leaves behind the dust of annihilation.
"General?" Qingdun was still worried the third time.
Then came the fourth time, the fifth time... Later, "Jingyuan" would wonder in a trance whether Qingdun knew something, and that was why he always spoke in such a worried tone.
So "Jingyuan" told Qingdun about the future crisis. Although Qingdun was a little surprised, he chose to believe it because of trust.
But in the end, there was only one sentence left, "Sorry, General..."
We failed to prevent this disaster.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." "Jing Yuan" forced a smile at her, "Also, I'm not Jing Yuan."
Qing Du seemed not to have heard the last sentence and only showed a sad expression at the first half.
And then, there was still a voice of "General".
For the thirteenth time, Jing Yuan returned to the starting point again and could no longer bear it. He stabbed the weapon into his heart and then allowed himself to fall into a coma.
But the physique of the Xianzhou people was really unreasonable. He woke up in the afternoon of the next day and even had to face Qing Du's guilty expression of "Why didn't I discover the general's abnormality earlier".
"This is not your fault, Qingdun." Jingyuan, who was sitting on the bed, looked at the chirping birds outside the window and said comfortingly, "You don't have to worry about me. I just want to rest for a while."
After saying that, he lay down and fell asleep with his eyes closed in resistance, but his dream was still filled with unstoppable disasters, and it was so silent that not even a wailing could be heard.
So he suddenly woke up, got up and went to Taibusi.
"According to the observation results of the Qiongguan Formation, there is nothing unusual..." Fu Xuan stared at Jing Yuan's heart and frowned. Even though the news was blocked in time and almost no one knew about it, Fu Xuan, as a candidate for the position of Taibu and general, still knew about it.
All the worries in his heart were vented out with a light snort, and all the words of concern were transformed into one sentence: "If you ask me, you might as well give up the position of general to me as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay, I will definitely recommend Mr. Fu at the next Six Imperials meeting." "Jing Yuan" was perfunctory as usual, but his expression and attitude seemed to show that he was really considering this matter.
However, as expected, he never mentioned this in many subsequent Six Imperial Meetings.
The twenty-first time he came back, he specifically raised the point of view of "I am not Jing Yuan" at the Liuyu Conference, but everyone present just looked at him, waiting for the follow-up as if he had not said anything.
So he laughed softly and held the formation knife in his hand.
His hands were shaking, almost making it difficult for him to hold the weapon, but in the end, he still swung it down.
"General..." A familiar sentence brought him back to his senses, but this was not the beginning of a new time. Qingdun just held the blade that was stabbing her heart and called softly, "Jingyuan..."
He drew out his battle sword, glanced at the ginkgo leaves emerging from his body, then took two steps back and stood still for a long time looking at the corpses in front of him.
He tried to end his life, but when he woke up he found himself in a cell in the Prison.
Countless people came to visit him and said many things, but he couldn't hear them clearly and didn't want to listen.
He just opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Even in the blink of an eye, those familiar faces would rush in front of him one after another.
For a long time, only the unbearable memories of the past remained. The pain was numbed by the repeated recollections, and finally became flat.
Finally, he looked at the marshal who came to visit him and uttered the first words since being imprisoned, "Kill me."
This request was not granted, and the entire person was even sent to the Yuque Immortal Boat, where General Rong Tao opened the Ten Directions Light Reflecting Dharma Realm to find out what was going on.
They didn't get any information from the previous twenty episodes, and the only thing Jing Yuan could say was: "Kill me."
Finally, he reached his twenty-first ending.
In this most tragic development, he still could not get any news about Jing Yuan.
For the 22nd time, before Qingdun could speak, Jingyuan interrupted her and said, "I'm fine. You can go off work and have a rest first. Come back tomorrow morning."
This doesn't look like everything is alright. Qing Du swallowed his worries and tried to ask the reason, but he saw Jing Yuan looking at him with a smile, then tilted his head and blinked, suggesting, "Just think of it as a short vacation?"
This sounded much more normal than the first sentence. Qing Du breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "Contact me anytime if you have any questions."
"Of course, you are my most trusted chief strategist." "Jing Yuan" watched Qing Du leave, and even waved happily when she looked back.
It's just like a cat trying to cover up something it wants to do. Qing Du sighed, and finally followed his wishes and left the Shen Ce Mansion.
The next day, Qing Dun, feeling uneasy, got up early and arrived at the Shen Ce Mansion, only to find that even the Yunqi on duty had been dismissed by "Jing Yuan".
In the empty Shen Ce Mansion, there was only one person standing on the phantom chessboard, and it seemed that he had been standing there for the entire night.
After hearing the noise, the person on the chessboard turned around stiffly to look. His face was unable to muster any emotion and there was no trace of the cheerfulness of yesterday. There was only dead silence.
And those eyes that were as bright as the sun also dimmed, as if everything in the world had lost its color and there was no trace of fun.
With an ominous premonition filling his heart, Qing Zhu asked in a panic, "Jing Yuan, what are you doing?"
Half a minute later, Jing Yuan responded hoarsely, "I thought about it for a long time, and finally I think that considering my current poor condition, it would be better for Fu Qing to take over. What do you think?"
Emotionally, Qing Du really wanted to answer: Bai Lu diagnosed it not long ago and said that General, you have no signs of a demonic body at all, so how could your bad condition come from?
But rationally, Qing Zhu couldn't deceive himself, let alone Jing Yuan, so he could only try his best to suppress the sob in his throat and asked, "Why did it become like this?"
"Yeah, why did it become like this?" Jing Yuan murmured softly, his voice drifting to some time in the past. After a long while, he answered to himself, "What does it matter?"
He crossed Qingdun and left the Shen Ce Palace. He did not convene the Six Imperial Meeting to recommend Fu Xuan, nor did he report to the Marshal. He even did not make any application before driving the Xingcha away from Luofu.
The God was left in Luofu because of the next general who would arrive sooner or later, the Jade Omen was abandoned, and even the positioning device on the Star Raft was dismantled.
He searched for all traces of the Star God, but all the information, true or false, needed to be verified one by one, which made progress slow.
What's more, there are such beings as the Riddler, the Fictional Historian and the Masked Fool in the universe.
In the final countdown, he landed in a tavern on an unknown planet, ordered a glass of sake but did not touch it at all. He just listened to the conversations of his drinking buddies around him while integrating and recording all the information in his mind.
Someone recognized him and called out to the others, mocking them, "Are you still running around chasing after the Star God? Why not save your breath? There are only a few people in this sea of stars who can be glanced at by the Star God. Who do you think you are?"
"That's right. You're still spreading that bullshit disaster around. If you have the guts, just let the universe explode!"
Laughter came from all directions.
Jing Yuan sighed slightly and simply counted down in line with his words, "Seventeen, sixteen..."
The man who was talking about the explosion just now was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "What a pretense! What, are you going to blow up the universe in seventeen seconds?"
Then someone started to make a noise, "Be careful or he'll beat you to pieces!"
The unknown subject made it hard to tell who the "you" and "he" were referring to, but this did not stop "Jing Yuan" from counting down without stopping, "three, two, one."
When the count reached one, everyone fell silent, and then laughed again after realizing that nothing had happened. "Hey, I said..."
"Sorry, I estimated it a little early." A small voice sounded in the tavern, but it made them quiet again. He raised his eyes and looked around, and said softly, "Zero."
Death arrives in an instant and does not allow people to have even a single extra thought.
If Jing Yuan would not be "resurrected", I would think that such a quick death that could not be sensed would be very good, but unfortunately...
Once is new, twice is familiar. Jing Yuan decisively interrupted Qing Zhu's words and said bluntly, "Tell Fu Qing that the position of general belongs to her."
"What?" Qing Du, who was caught off guard by such a sentence, almost thought that "Jing Yuan" was suffering from some serious illness and was about to die. She was so scared that her hands were shaking when she held "Jing Yuan".
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Jing Yuan pressed her hand to comfort her, "It's just that I suddenly realized that the sea patrol ranger is more suitable for me, so I decided to go on a spontaneous trip."
However, Qing Dun, who had followed Jing Yuan for hundreds of years, knew clearly that he could not bear to leave Luofu no matter what. If nothing major happened, he would definitely not be willing to leave.
No, it should be said: If something serious happens, he will never leave.
Unless there is something that requires him to leave to resolve.
But no matter how you look at it, this was too sudden, it was simply a stupid move made in a rush. Qing Tu urgently tried to stop him, "Are you sure you don't want to think about it for another day?"
"That's a waste of time, Qingdun." Jingyuan answered without hesitation, and then smiled, "Besides, this is my answer after thinking it over for twenty-two times."
How come there are both zeros and integers? Qing Du watched Jing Yuan leave in confusion, and he never saw him again until his reincarnation.
......This should be the thirty-second time, right? "Jing Yuan" thought uncertainly.
There was no way. There was too much content he had to remember. As for these unimportant things, they could only be continuously compressed within the limited brain capacity and eventually squeezed out of his mind.
Even now he only vaguely remembered that Jing Yuan had a disciple, and he couldn't even remember his appearance or his name.
Wait, what's my name? He was suddenly stunned, and simply picked up the pen to write his name according to his subconscious feeling, but after a few minutes, there was still only a black dot on the pure white paper.
…Forget it, it’s just a name, not important.
He stared at the paper, sorting out the latest information he had received about the mysterious star god - Misty.
Sharon Ryder, who calls herself a poet, once said: "Giving up questioning is like a heavy rain giving up the piety of the stars. Let the torrent of metaphors flow through your body. You will see the truth at the end of the starry sky, lingering in the rosy mist." [1]
Judging from the literal meaning, this sentence seems to be saying that one should give up the constant questioning and only use metaphors such as metonymy to uncover the truth.
But since this person is a riddle-maker, the credibility of the language texts he left behind is not high.
However, the idea expressed in this sentence does fit in with the mysterious concept that "the universe is inexhaustible and truth is an illusion."
Or is it that the Riddler would like to see people be caught between belief and disbelief?
Moreover, Myth had dug a large number of leaks at the boundary between the universe and the memory realm, allowing the memories inside to flow out.
So, what kind of memory would make Misunderstanding choose to behave like this?
There was no text left on the white paper with only a black spot, but Jing Yuan drew an oval at the corresponding position as if he had already made a record. "It involves memory again."
It seems that I need to find a way to get to know a rememberer later.
After finishing the sorting, Jing Yuan threw the piece of white paper into the campfire and watched it being devoured by the flames, leaving only some ashes that merged with the burning charcoal.
The fifty-ninth time, or whatever.
"Jingyuan" was lying on the thick snow, looking up at the unfamiliar starry sky, with the falling snowflakes still falling into his eyes.
...There is no Big Dipper and no Morning Star.
The lingering high fever mixed with the shivering cold made him feel a little sleepy, but his brain was still working exceptionally clearly.
——Even though it's just some trivial things that waste brain cells.
But then again, human limits are indeed endless. After so many times, I can still remember such a huge amount of information, even down to the specific time, place and person who gave what clues.
If I could return to my own world one day, I would definitely be able to participate in The Brain.
However, since it is most likely Jingyuan's brain that is being used now, even if he goes back, he can only return to his daily life.
Well, what is daily life like? I can’t remember, but it should be no different from now. Otherwise, when we think about our daily life, it would be no different from thinking about the future we will have to go through.
It turns out that this is daily life...
As if he suddenly understood some common sense, he raised his arms across his eyes and smiled. The touch of his cool skin against his hot forehead brought a refreshing comfort.
So he fell asleep in this position until he was completely buried by the wind and snow.
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