Sword and Magic and Taxi

After pretending to bake the infrared light for a while, Zhao Mai left the hospital. He thought he could see some magical medical device, but it turned out to be those facilities in the normal world, without any sci-fi/magic feeling. Liu Su was pushed into the operating room as soon as he arrived, so the only person who knew Zhao Mai was Xu Yaning. This girl has gradually recovered her calm, but she was still a little embarrassed when she saw Zhao Mai, after all, she exposed her other side as soon as she woke up.

"Thank you...you, send the two of us back." Xu Yaning was sitting on the hospital bed with a drip on the back of his hand. It was said that it was a nutritional injection, but Zhao Mai felt that it was better to eat two berries of the Godberry.

"You are welcome. It is my service tenet to satisfy the passengers." Zhao Mai said, "Xu Yaning, it's okay for me to call your name directly?"

"Of course it's okay. The name is just for calling. You see, I will just call you Zhao Mai, not Master Zhao or Comrade Driver, right?"

"That's true. I have a question for you, if Westeros breaks down, what will happen if I go again? For example, someone else chooses to go there."

"You can still go, but everything is brand new. People you know before will not know you, and what you have done before will be equivalent to never done." Xu Yaning put his finger on his chin and said: "I just I know that there is a kind of person who specializes in managing a world. Repeatedly and continuously accumulated."

"Does it crash the world every time?"

"Yes, they also specifically seek out unstable worlds and use power familiar with the plot to plunder. For them, there are countless worlds, and it's nothing to be a pity."

Zhao Mai always felt that this was wrong, and felt a little flustered. Does the existence of countless parallel worlds reduce the value of a life in one of these worlds? It doesn't seem to be the case! Is this a mathematical problem or a philosophical problem? Zhao Mai couldn't make up his mind, so he had to ask Xu Yaning: "What do you think of this kind of thing?"

"I can't tell, but I have something that I haven't figured out." Xu Yaning approached Zhao Mai and said, "I think if the world is really infinite, then there should be infinite detachers. And if the world is really infinite, the current finite number of detached persons are still fighting with each other, everyone should have unlimited resources!"

"How many detached people are there?"

"The old man once said that there should be three thousand, but he didn't say how many there are now. There are currently eight on the earth. Oh, this information seems to exceed your current confidentiality level. Don't say you know it!" Xu Yaning laughed I laughed, never talk about this topic again.

Xu Yaning's words did not resolve the doubt in Zhao Mai's heart, but made it even more serious. Zhao Mai bid farewell to her, took a walk in the park with food reserves and small flowers, and kept his head down thinking about the collapse of the world, and the key was whether he would risk trying to save it.

From a rational point of view, there is no need to go, because Westeros is still there and there are countless parallel worlds; but from a perceptual point of view, the answer is completely opposite. Zhao Mai walked on the road unconsciously. He looked up as he walked, and found that he was no longer in the park, but beside a bamboo forest. The gurgling stream flows out from the forest, washing the soft rocks clean and round. The grain reserve has already ran over, leaving her own excrement marks in the bamboo forest, but this time Xiao Hua pinched her nose and kept laughing at it.

"Why did you get to the old man's place? Don't you have to swipe your card many times to come here?" Zhao Mai was a little surprised. Looking back at the path, he found that there were only layers of clouds in the bamboo forest, and he could not see how it came.

"Don't look, come here." The old man's voice came from the front. He was still reading in the pavilion, with a pot of hot tea and two cups on hand. But this time he waved his hand and conjured two more cups, poured tea, and gave little flowers and grain reserves.

"Old man, can you see me?" Xiao Hua flew over and tried to stab the old man with her hand, but found that she couldn't touch it at all. The old man stroked his long beard and smiled: "Stop making trouble, I have something to say to your master."

"He's not the master!" Xiao Hua pursed her lips and sat on the chair with angrily, her eyes secretly aimed at the old man. If she hadn't been said to be the central thing and a little scared, she wouldn't be so behaved. The food reserve adopts a fearless attitude of "I am a dog, I naturally do what a dog does", with his front paws on the table, tilting his head, biting the cup, drinking the tea, and then crawling under Zhao Mai’s feet and starting to doze child.

"Old man, it's fine if you are at home. I'm afraid that I will become a Sun Wukong by mistake and enter your alchemy room, then it is not clear." Zhao Mai scratched his head and found a joke to ease the atmosphere.

"You have troubles in your heart, I can see that, but this time you are summoned mainly for other things." The old man said: "I have to congratulate you, you took the first step. You have become the only one. , There is no longer you in all parallel spaces. This is one of the requirements to become a detached one."

"I..." Zhao Mai thought of countless green dreams that paralleled himself, thought of the black stele, thought of the rune magma that dissolved all the pictures of the parallel world, and thought of the scene where only his reflection was left in the end. "Does this have any effect? ​​I don't think I have changed? Shouldn't I become stronger?"

"You have indeed changed, but it is not in the dimension you can see now. The dimension is still a new word I learned! Look, I am called Li Er, but I am called the old man here, and there is another one called Laozi. I, and me called Laojun, and me called Guangchengzi. In short, there are different performances of "I" at different levels. You now have the qualifications for this performance, so I want Congratulations." The old man smiled and said, "But then again, for yourself, you haven't changed much, at best, you will be more cranky and more confused."

"Please give some pointers."

"I can't point you." The old man said: "I am not you. I have different ideas. I can't really understand your questions, nor can I know what you have learned. Therefore, I can neither understand the question nor the way to answer it. Some questions can only be understood by yourself."

"So mysterious."

"Not mysterious. You take me too seriously, so you always want to be lazy with me." The old man said: "Jie Sheng Qi Zhi!"

At any rate, Zhao Mai understands what Juesheng Qizhi means: Don’t be superstitious about authority, don’t be swayed by preconceived thoughts, and truly think about yourself.

"That..." Zhao Mai thought for a while, made a decision in his heart, and said: "Old man, I don't ask right or wrong, cause and effect, or authenticity. I want to return to Westeros and try to save that. The world only asks whether it is feasible or not."

"Yes. The sky is healthy."

"Tian Xingjian seems to belong to Zhou Yi."

Laozi smiled: "What he said is pretty good."

"Well~www.NovelMTL.com~ I will treat you as a psychiatrist, and I will feel more at ease when I say a few words to you. Really, since the journey started, I have all kinds of questions, if I keep thinking about myself , One day I will be tortured to death. Who am I, where I come from, where I want to go, I don't even dare to think about this kind of problem!" Zhao Mai lifted the cup, raised his head and drank the tea: "No matter how much you think about it, it's better to act. As you walk, the road will come out, right?"

"Didn't you say that you don't ask right or wrong?" The old man smiled, and then said: "Don't talk about you for the three broken questions, I don't think about it now. There are so many things that I don't understand. Nothing, should I live or should I live?"

"Free and easy!" Zhao Mai gave a thumbs up: "You said that the goodness is like water, then I will flow first, no matter if it is a square pipe or a round pipe in front of it, as long as I am water or ice, I can always pass, right? That's it, thank you for your tea."

"Well, safe journey." The old man said, "When you are done this time, I have something for you to do."

Zhao Mai's calf softened, and the work for the old man must not be easy: "I'm getting nervous again, or you can say it now, let me have a bottom."

"Now that you don't understand." The old man waved his hand: "Go, go!" (To be continued.)