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But only three seconds later, he swam back with his tail wagging stupidly, as if his memory had been cleared, and the cycle repeated itself.
Jiang Fan was sitting on the leather sofa in the lounge, holding a book and flipping through it absently.
The content in the book is a bit boring compared to those stories in the story books. It is nothing more than the predecessor of the Immortal Boat Alliance, the blessings of abundance and the beginning of war in the future.
After using those incomprehensible devices to scan the body, there was nothing else to do with him. I was really bored, so I just took a book from the bookshelf and read it.
In fact, he has read this book several times. It is not that he read it at a glance, but that there are many such traditional drama books in the study rooms of the Vidyadharas.
When he was young, he often hid in the corner of the study and shivered in order to avoid being dragged by Jingliu to exercise.
I can only pick out a book from the bookshelf and read it, silently looking forward to getting dark and living a peaceful day.
It would be fine if he studied swordsmanship and zamabu, but the physical exercise that Jingliu claimed was to stand on a cliff dozens of meters high, with rocks as sharp as canine teeth and jump down. He claimed that it was to maintain his concentration and help his swordsmanship. of diligence.
The tide shattered just below the rock wall, raising pieces of white foam. At that time, he suspected that Jingliu was a killer sent by his enemy.
Listening to the faint sound of equipment running outside the door, sometimes he really felt like an old man.
It was like a novel about cultivating immortals and seeing a hundred thousand years of vicissitudes of life as soon as you open your eyes. He had never seen any of the mechanical equipment in the laboratory, and the only thing he could name was the test tube.
It was like a primitive man holding a bone boomerang accidentally broke into the Star Wars scene. Looking at the flying battleships and the overwhelming lasers, he felt overwhelmed and confused.
Jiang Fan picked up a piece of kidney bean pastry and threw it into his mouth. The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He simply closed the book with a 'snap', walked to the bookshelf and started scanning for books on modern mechanical equipment.
He didn't want the 'star-core kid' and 'pink-haired dwarf' in Heita's mouth to point at his nose and mock him as an old man abandoned by the times.
He doesn't have to do it, but he can't do it, otherwise Xing will find out about it one day, and he will have to be held in her trap for a whole day.
He was really afraid that when he saw Xing's face, he wouldn't be able to help but kick her back to Kafka.
As for the two novel nicknames, it was the first time for him to hear them. Xing was the star-core kid, March 7 was the pink-haired dwarf, Dan Heng was the ice kid, and Walter Yang was the old-fashioned guy.
Ji Zi has a good reputation in Heita's heart, at least she doesn't have any weird nicknames.
He doesn't have to comment on the nicknames of Walter Young and others, but he doesn't think it's strict about the pink-haired dwarf on March 7th.
If San Yue Qi is a pink-haired dwarf, then isn’t Fu Xuan a pink-haired dwarf PRO MAX?
As he thought about it, Jiang Fan subconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He just felt happy and was completely unaware that his nickname in Heita's heart was King Zhou PRO MAX.
At this time, he heard the crisp sound of the mirror breaking. Someone broke through the world in the mirror and appeared.
There was a certain sound of wind in the crisp sound of the mirror breaking. Someone was standing less than twenty meters behind him. Jiang Fan didn't even need to look back to know who was coming, but he suddenly felt a little emotional.
There was once a Masked Fool who declared that intelligence is scrap metal, the Preserver is a fool, hunting has no sense of humor, destruction is like a madman, and the Star Gods are all stupid. Aha is really shameless, but now it seems that he has no face. It's him.
"Reminiscer of the past, your master is not here, but you are quite brave." Jiang Fan's fingers lightly brushed the backs of the yellow-sealed booklets. The names and signatures were printed on the backs of the books. Most of them were They are some drama scripts, arranged neatly, without a trace of dust in the gaps.
Ruan Mei is indeed an authentic Xianzhou person. Whether it is cakes freshly stained with plum blossoms or plum blossom wines, they are completely in line with Xianzhou people's pursuit of desserts and drinks.
This is especially true for those stories and operas, which are just short of having a co-branded plaque of his on the bookshelf.
Maybe when I have time, I can give her one to add some cooking power, so that next time I don’t need to identify myself at all, and people who understand will understand.
"Liu Guang Yi Ting's messenger sparrow said: "The Great Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons in Tianyuan. I'm sorry for coming uninvited without your permission. Please forgive me. The master once said that you are an enlightened god, and you are also an enlightened god." Noble one, please forgive me for being rude." Queyu lowered his head and kept his posture to the lowest level.
"Well, what's the purpose of Fu Li asking you to come?" Jiang Fan pulled out a white-covered book on the bookshelf, titled "How I Joined the Genius Club and Realized All Things"
"Thank you for your understanding." Que Yu looked down at his toes, "The master said that there is something you need in the center of the Pure Land. You already have the key to the treasure house. I will lead you to the treasure house."
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Party update Chapter 2, children who go to bed late have books to read
Chapter 221 Fuli
There is nothing in the world that is more tolerant than pure memory: it records everything without disgust or preference.
It selflessly retains every basic fact and every beautiful gesture; it is a river of endless lives and a treasure piled up by eternal wisdom.
The Fuli is a school of fish that swims back and is also the key to the treasure house.
He sat in meditation in the center of the Pure Land, watching everything in the world tirelessly repeat its mistakes.
No one knows when He was born. He quietly appeared in the history of the universe, naturally and logically, as if He had modified everyone's memory.
According to legend, Fuli was born during the War of the Gods, when the battle between the breeding star god Taizyuros and the gluttonous star god Obolos led to the destruction of many galaxies.
From a certain theory of cause and effect, Fu Li's birth had something to do with him, although it was something that couldn't be touched with eight poles.
The ancestor's database is connected to the think tank in the train, but there is still very little news about the Memory Star God Fuli.
Even the ascetic monks who had their eyes opened by the Bodhisattva were still unable to use their celestial eyes to detect traces related to the Memory Star God Fuli.
Even the members of the world-renowned Genius Club still have only a limited understanding of the Memory Star God Fuli, as if the Memory Star God Fuli and the Last Star God are both ghosts traveling between the universes.
To be honest, there are only a handful of Star Gods in the universe today that he can fear, and the Memory Star God Fuli happens to be one of them.
Although He has never shown any power that could shatter the world, his ability to control memories is already shocking.
But when I look back and think about it carefully, did I have Fu Li's help on my way to becoming a god?
Whether Noah's light can cause a temporary seal of memory is unknown, but as a god who controls memory, Fuli definitely knows something.
Including the key to the treasure house that Fuli gave to him, it means that his eyes are always staring at him.
What he needs? Is it Bai Heng's lost memory or what he needs to find?
Jiang Fan stood in the so-called pure land, surrounded by crystals like mirror fragments, as if he was in another world in the mirror. Under his feet were the spiraling galaxies and the Milky Way, and ripples appeared with every step he took.
There were crystals similar to the six-phase ice in the sky and on the ground. Oleg's memory flickered vaguely in the mirror fragments not far away from him.
That was the first time he went to the lower area to meet Oleg before he became the Great Guardian.
Not only Oleg, but the other mirror fragments show Natasha and herself sitting on the broken bridge in the lower area chatting with a water glass in their hands, the time when Cocolia walked through the wind and snow across the plain to deliver food to herself, and In the dark room of the azure star, when Heita hugged his knees and looked at his mobile phone in a daze, it was when Jiang Fanfan hugged him in the mansion of the Mingchi Clan and penetrated himself to help him ascend to star god...
He dragged heavy steps toward the depths of the Pure Land, and the memory fragments along the way were all memories related to himself.
Whether it was the first time I shivered in my military coat in Beloberg, or the dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and I roared and fought with the Fertile Medicine Master, the only memory that was not recorded was the period after I became immortal. .
His heart was in a mess, and he always felt that the truth he was about to find was right in front of him, but the moment he came into contact with the truth, could he really accept it?
A replacement for the Star God? The vessel of creation of the gods? A devil sealed by a god? Or is he really Long Aotian, the so-called son of destiny?
But at least what made him feel gratified was that although the memory in the simulation was not bad at all, the memories that Fuli could glimpse were only fragments of when he had not become a god. However, this made him feel like he was being held over his head. It feels like having a camera installed.
Huge raindrops hit his hair, the first drop, the second drop, and then the rain became heavier, leaving only the sound of fine rustling echoing in the pure land, as if hundreds of millions of sands were falling, trying to wipe out the entire Buried in the pure land, along with his memory.
The space in the pure land suddenly changed like a star, and the memory of the world seemed to be split into two parallel ones. In one world, he was holding a thermos cup, his roommate's green scroll helped him fall asleep peacefully, and his roommate kept him reading books all night long. A good young man in the new era who has trouble sleeping.
In another world, he was wearing a military coat at the beginning. Jiang Fan, the ancestor of all the dragons in Tianyuan for thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, was a strong man who could punch, destroy and kick fertility, and pull him backwards while hunting.
Jiang Fan had been living in the former world until he inexplicably fell into the latter world with a word of activation. But how could there be memories of him in another world in Fuli's pure land?
He couldn't help but shudder, feeling that there were two invisible hands in this world secretly controlling everything.
And he is just walking on a road that has been paved by others. No matter what the results of his simulation are, he will eventually become a god in charge of immortality, or a star god that even he himself does not know.
But which god would be so kind? He has sacrificed everything just to send himself to the throne of the gods. He is simply a living thunder feng in the universe.
All kinds of speculations were in chaos in Jiang Fan's head. He felt astonished as if he punched the window paper and found that there was an alloy wall. Various conspiracy theories emerged one after another, but he still couldn't imagine who would be so kind without asking for anything in return.
At this time, all the memory fragments suddenly spiraled into the sky, and an ethereal voice came from the end in front, as if the undulating sea suddenly calmed down, and the turbulent waves gradually stopped.
"You are here... Immortal Dragon..." Every word spoken from His mouth was connected to each other, like a whisper, but extremely clear, covering all the rustling.
That breath belonged to the majesty of the Star God, but Jiang Fan felt nothing. It was no different from a gust of wind blowing in front of him. At most, it was a slightly colder wind with a hint of rain.
"The Star God of Memory, Fuli..." Jiang Fan raised his eyes, and his pure black eyes became bright in an instant, like flowing hot golden molten liquid, "Then Fuli, your purpose for finding me is not It’s something as trivial as retrieving memories, what is your purpose, or the purpose of other star gods, whatever they want.”
Jiang Fan slowly raised his head. He didn't want to waste time. He just wanted to know the truth, the truth that Fu Li knew.
Fu Li meditates in the center of the Pure Land. His body is composed of billions of mirror-like crystals, his face is blurred, and he wears a crown with a hanging bead curtain on his head.
The two of them looked at each other in mid-air, and the pure land fell into absolute silence.
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Chapter 222 The Riddler
The pure land is filled with light and dark. The sky and the earth are filled with crystals as bright as the moon and emitting a halo like a rainbow. The heavy rain keeps falling.
Jiang Fan stood among the stars in the endless heavy rain. The pure land in the heavy rain seemed to be hazy with a faint layer of fog. The flashing past events in the memory fragments rising in the sky were like a revolving lantern, which made people overwhelmed.
Breathing the cold, rainy air, he felt his blood boiling, his heart beating vigorously, the heat in his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and hundreds of millions of raindrops beginning to evaporate.
The distance between him and Fuli was only a hundred meters, but his dazzling eyes were not reflected on his crystal-like body. They were just shining like streams of light, sitting in meditation between the lingering crystals, separated by the faint mist and He looked at each other.
He asked about the knot that troubled him the most, and emotions that could not be explained in words enveloped him. His heart beat powerfully, and every beat was so clear.
But the footsteps became heavier and heavier, as if someone gently held his ankle and whispered over and over again in a voice that only he could hear, are you really ready?
It was the secret that the Lord of Joy once glimpsed when he climbed up the high branch of the Tree of Existence. It was the origin of the pure and beautiful Idrila who glimpsed the ultimate meaning of the world's existence and gradually perished and was given a new mission.
The immortal power is still intact. There are gods peeping in the abyss. Some people want to drag you into the dark abyss. Some people want to lift you up and worship you as an eternal god...
Are you really ready?
Jiang Fan shivered inexplicably, and the voice slowly dissipated, accompanied by a meaningful sigh. He felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember when he heard it.
Is he ready?
In fact, he didn't know it himself, he just didn't want to go on in such a muddle, and in the end, even who he was was a question mark.
But he felt uneasy, and the inexplicable restlessness in his heart was not due to the fear of facing the truth, but because he suddenly remembered that he was no longer alone.
If the action of the envoy being inspired by the Star God and controlling the power of destiny is regarded as stirring up a broken droplet, then the feat of the Star God driving the great power to control the destiny is like pushing a tsunami across the mountains.
Black Tower and Jingliu still have the power of destiny given by the Star God, but there are many people he cares about. Can everyone escape from that torrent unscathed?
Is it relying on Jiren's own destiny or relying on the incomplete destiny he is currently in charge of?
There is no doubt about the power of Immortal Destiny, but it will take anywhere from half a year to several years to restore the original power of Immortal Destiny.
What's more, the time it takes to continue to open up and extend your life is even longer. If you reach out and push the door open, how long will you have left?
"In the past thousands of years, we have all believed that the essence of the destruction of the universe is reincarnation, a new origin of all life, and it has nowhere to escape." Fu Li's voice echoed ethereally, The voice is somewhere between male and female, not loud, but extremely clear.
"The inscription on the Tree of Existence is engraved with an ancient prophecy. The devil imprisoned by the so-called gods will surely break free and come with the despair given to all living beings. Even the gods will give despair and come with his destiny. Fall."
"However, the world is an endless cycle of reincarnation. Even the gods cannot determine the authenticity and origin of the prophecy. No god knows when the inscription came into existence, and no god knows how the tree of existence sprouted." Fu Li He never answered Jiang Fan's question, but murmured softly to himself.
The words Fu Li murmured were not difficult for Jiang Fan to understand. After all, gods were not creatures born here from the beginning of the world. Those things that are difficult to study are also truths that are difficult to explore for the Star God.
"So you don't plan to answer my question directly?" Jiang Fan raised his head and looked at the revolving door of scattered memories with a low voice.
"Gods also have selfish motives, and they are definitely not gods whose destiny lies on the scales." Fuli whispered softly, "I'm sorry, immortal dragon, I can't answer your question, but I have no ill intentions, but please firmly believe that you are you, Never anyone’s shadow.”