"Beauty and ugliness are just human perceptions, just like a pig would never feel what a human sees."
"You're really mean."
"I'm just telling the truth, host." Perhaps because he felt he was being too strict, Xiao Hei added, "Does the host want me to maintain my human form?"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm not looking at you." He paused, "Does every world have world will?"
Xiao Hei replied: "Yes, but many have not awakened yet. This world is a little different."
One person and one system continued walking in silence.
In the next few days, Fang Zhiyi retired completely, and the principal of the martial arts school was replaced by a woman with a very sweet smile. Many people only knew that her surname was Fang and her name was Fang Ruoxue. She was like a sister to Jiang Rousheng, the president of Shunfeng Group.
Jianghu Daily was also booming, and restaurants and hotels under the Shunfeng name were springing up all over Kyushu, promoting agricultural development. The world seemed to have changed.
Fang Zhiyi's hair has turned gray, and he has been injured twice, so his strength is not as good as before, but his status in the martial arts world is very high, and everyone knows it. Most of the powerful figures in the martial arts world are his students, so no one bothers him.
He Wugui and others passed away one after another, and new young teachers filled their places. No one called him so casually anymore. Everyone who saw him respectfully called him the old principal, and Fang Zhiyi also responded with a smile.
"Host, get ready to go." Xiao Hei had a strange light on his body. Fang Zhiyi nodded, glanced at Mei Ruoxue who was in a hurry to attend a meeting, and closed his eyes with a smile.
In another world, the clean walls were covered in graffiti, and someone was looking into the room through the observation window.
"How was your day?"
A nurse replied, "He's still unable to communicate and may need sedation."
After receiving the answer, the doctor looked at the two middle-aged men and sighed, "Your son may not recover in the short term."
Hearing this, the woman leaned over to the observation window, looking at the young man inside who was talking to himself like a madman, her face full of heartache.
"Let's go, tomorrow is his birthday, let's go buy him some gifts." The man gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder.
The woman couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"Why! Why did he become like this?!"
The sound of crying echoed in the corridor. The young man in the ward seemed to be attracted by the sound and slowly turned his head to look at the door.
His expression was like a chameleon, changing rapidly. Sometimes he looked sad, and sometimes he smiled like a blooming spring flower. He was covered with a wrinkled bed sheet. On the wall beside him were all kinds of strange words, like a heavenly book that no one could understand.
Just as the people outside had left, a sudden, dull rumble of thunder, like the beating of war drums, caught the young man's attention once again. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he leaned against the barred window, gazing at the dark, overcast sky. After a long moment, he pointed a finger at the clouds, muttering to himself, "A miracle, a miracle!"
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be split open by a sharp sword, splitting them apart neatly like a mysterious passage, as if to welcome the arrival of a god.
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