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"What do you want to understand?" Mao Lao put his hands in his hands, squatted aside cheerfully, bent his waist, held a wine glass, and moved together with Qin Yang. It's really like a pair of year-end friends.
"It's not that I want to understand it, it's just a guess. Let me tell you, you can correct it." Qin Yang raised his glass and drank it down.
"Tell me, I'll listen to it as a story."
"You keep telling me that everything here is true, and I have indeed discovered that many things are true. If you are also true, then my guess is probably right. You first Tell me, are you real, or my hallucination?"
"Oldness is indeed not an illusion." Mao Lao's words are in a smooth manner, which does not seem to be a lie.
"That's fine, let's just believe what you said." Qin Yang grinned, and he believed it in his heart. This old man has a little advantage. If you tell a lie, it is a lie. If you really ask, he will answer again. If you don¡¯t know, you really don¡¯t know, and those who can¡¯t answer will just say they can¡¯t answer.
After drinking the wine in the glass and filling it up again, Qin Yang's face was a bit complicated.
"In fact, these days, I have been thinking about a question, whether everything is fake, since I came to this world, it has been fake, or in other words, the previous life was also fake, everything is fake Yes, since memories can disappear, they can naturally appear out of thin air, I once wondered if I am also a fake"
"No, memories don't appear out of thin air. Real memories can only appear after you have experienced them, otherwise they will be false after all. You are real, and everything here is real." Qin Yang.
"Yes, so coming here is also beneficial. I have thought a lot and recalled a lot. From the time I first came to this world, I was trembling and cautious, and now I am a little swollen. In fact, it is all my experience, my memory, which cannot be erased. Really, I saw what I recorded today, knowing that this is not my first time, knowing that I have experienced it before, I am actually terrified."
"It should be"
"So I thought about it a lot, from whether I am also a fake to what I want to do, I thought about it all, I was very confused at first, and then I thought, if I can leave here, what I want to do most, I will Figured it out."
"Tell me?"
"At the beginning, I was just worried and afraid, and just wanted to survive. Later, when I got a big opportunity, I didn't just want to survive. I just thought, if I don't train my account to the full level, I'm still human. This process, You can look at the world, see the scenery you have never seen before, and see if you will really see something different if you stand in that kind of high and cold position."
"What is practice number?"
"Don't care about these details. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for giving me time to think about these issues."
"That's all you want to understand? Didn't you think about how to leave?" Mao Lao sipped his wine, laughing and laughing.
"Ha, let me tell you, in the school I belong to, there is a rather special elder who has practiced an ancient secret technique, which needs to be enlightened in dreams, and each time it takes decades to hundreds of years, It was only later that I realized that each time, he was transformed into a dream, or transformed into a bird and a beast, or transformed into a human and a monster. These are real existences in this world, but for him, they are just cultivation. Or rather, it was just a dream."
"I've never heard of it." The old man paused slightly with the hand holding the wine glass, and stopped sipping.
"Besides, I heard my uncle tell stories. I heard that in ancient times, there was a strange beast called a nightmare, which was born from eating dreams and could reproduce dreams. The rare and strange beasts in the barriers between the two, the dreams of the mengmatairs, are naturally real, everything is real, and there is a real world inside."
Mao Lao didn't speak, but looked at Qin Yang fixedly.
"You are very concerned about things like memory. The almost harsh requirements are true. Memory will not disappear or appear out of thin air. But now I have a clear consciousness, but I have forgotten some things. This situation can only occur in some extremely powerful illusions. There will be, and there, I will not have such a clear self-awareness, then there is only one possibility left, I am in a dream, only here, I will forget some things I knew."
"Here is real."
"Yes, it is indeed real." Qin Yang laughed loudly, and did not deny it: "This is the dream of a nightmare, naturally it is like a secret place, it is real, so after making changes, it will be in an infinite loop. Keep it, the skull at the entrance is the skull of a nightmare, you use this thing to construct a real dream, am I right?"
the"No answer, but you can't get out." Mao Lao drank the last sip of wine, resounding and extremely firm.
"Then let me tell you, you misunderstood me. I used to be afraid of death, and it is true that I am still afraid of death. But sometimes, as long as there is a chance, I would rather die than give it a try!" Qin Yang swallowed the wine glass with his head up the rest of the wine.
He stretched out his hand and drew out the Flying Fish Sword.
Holding the Flying Fish Sword with one hand, Qin Yang's eyes were radiant, and his whole body suddenly burst out with an extremely firm and decisive aura.
"The living can't leave here, but the dead can of course!"
As he spoke, Qin Yang's eyes were firm and his face was calm. Holding the Feiyu sword in both hands, he slashed directly at his neck.
"Ka Ka Ka Ka"
It seemed that gold and iron rubbed against each other, making an unpleasant jamming sound. Qin Yang circulated his true energy, exerted force with his arms, and sliced ??the Feiyu sword into his neck bit by bit.
The blood spurted out, like a fountain of blood, and the strong smell of blood, mixed with scalding heat, sprayed out.
Qin Yang's face was spattered with blood, most of his neck was cut off, his vitality disappeared rapidly, and his complexion became extremely pale at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.
Until his arms could no longer exert strength and his head became dizzy, Qin Yang fell to the ground, with firm eyes still in his eyes, allowing the great fear to sweep his body and overwhelm his mind.
"Young man, even if you see through everything and try to use the great terror between life and death to forcefully wake you up, you still won't be able to get out." With a trace of regret in his eyes, the old man shook his head, watching Qin Yang's continuous bleeding.
"Between life and death? You're wrong, I'm here to cut myself off with a heart of death!" Qin Yang sneered, his arms exerted force in vain, and he chopped off his head directly!
The blood spurted three feet high, his body fell down, and Qin Yang's consciousness slowly fell into silence.
Mao Lao stared at Qin Yang's body, and his tone was a bit complicated: "There is really someone who will kill himself with the determination to die, just because of this slight chance?"
Seeing a ray of black wind blowing in the air, Qin Yang's body suddenly disappeared into nothingness and disappeared without a trace
One day passed, the black wind dissipated, but Qin Yang never appeared again
In the darkness, Qin Yang slowly regained some consciousness. Before he woke up, he was the first to feel a slight pain on the right side of his face, as if someone was whipping him
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