How did Xiao Ming die?

He knocked off the ash in the pipe on the wooden beam beside him, "Speak, what do you want to ask?"

"I have a lot of questions."

"I know, I will answer according to my mood. I am willing to answer."

"Oh, why are you dressed like this?"

"..."

It was rare for him to have a different expression, and he looked at me with a smile and a puzzled look, "This is what you want to ask the most?"

"I'm more concerned."

He seemed to be unable to sleep at night, only wearing a coat and looking at the moon in the courtyard.

The thick satin cloak was not the usual black color, but white with flowers, like a woman.

The loose skirt hangs on the straight shoulders, and the back of the white neck draws a beautiful arc.

I have to say, the feeling between Xuan and me, it seems that Zhen is down a notch, with less arrogance and more tenderness.

Other than their hair color, they look alike.

In a trance, I suddenly had an illusion that I was looking at me.

"The answer lies with you." Shi Xuan still smiled lightly, perhaps this easy-going is the only difference between him and me.

"It's about me?"

"The architectural style here does not belong to any country or dynasty, and I will appear in this posture. Naturally, you would prefer to see me like this."

"I can understand it as... This is my dream? Is it created by me?"

"Yes." He nodded slightly, and then turned his eyes to me, "I'm also curious, why do you want to see me like this, or rather, is it me you want to see like this?"

I made a face of embarrassment, "That..."

"Huh?" He didn't know if it was intentional, and the neckline on his left shoulder slipped down again and ignored it.The shoulders and neck glowing with moonlight made me look away.

"What, big brother, don't tell me about this, did you hear me?"

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him that I dreamed of him at night, and I was dressed like a courtesan in a brothel."

"Convex pan convex roll your mother, you are the one who sells."

He tightened his clothes and walked to the middle of the courtyard, leaving only his back for me.

"This is your dream. Every plant and tree here is a small space formed by your soul manipulating the surrounding particles. It exists objectively. Everyone dreams, and everyone's soul can construct dreams, but most When a person wakes up from a dream, the soul power that maintains the space is withdrawn, and the dream will no longer exist. Yin Taoxiao’s comic world originated from one of his dreams at the earliest, and the reason why this dream has always existed has two reasons. Important reasons. First, he was exhausted in creating and constructing with all his heart, and his soul power has been maintaining that world. Second, and most necessary, his soul power is hundreds of millions of times that of ordinary people."

"Hundreds of millions?"

"This is not Mary Sue. The unit of measurement of a billion is too small for the universe."

"Okay...then how many parallel spaces are there in this world?"

"Countless." Yes Xuan snapped his fingers, and suddenly many bubbles appeared in the air.

Some of these bubbles are intertwined, some are separated from each other, and they rise with the wind.

"The universe is like a pile of building blocks. There are too many particles in this world, you can't see them, you can't see them. Everyone's soul can use these particles to build dreams, some are so big, some are so small. For example, your This dream is contained in the universe, and Yin Taoxiao’s world is also contained in the universe. However, most people, no, it should be said that the vast majority of people, their dreams are fragile, and when they wake up , it will be like this!"

As he spoke, he tapped the bubbles with his fingertips.

Snapped.

The air bubbles burst.

"Then..." I asked, "The reason why our dreams, or parallel spaces do not meet each other, is because the universe is multi-dimensional, and because the trajectories of particles are different, our dreams exist in different dimensions." ,Is it right?"

"That's right. The trajectory of motion determines the dimension, and the cycle of motion determines the size."

I understood, and quickly asked, "Can you explain the soul for me?"

"Actually, you already found the answer when you strayed into Yin Tao's illusion."

I recalled briefly and said, "The world is material. The point-like particles that people have discovered to make up the world are wrapped with smaller linear substances, that is, superstrings. The vibration frequencies of superstrings are different, giving point-like particles Different properties. Particles of different properties constitute the material world. That is, as long as you master the vibration of the internal strings of other particles, you can change the material world. As for the spiritual world or soul that people call, it is actually material and superstring The soul of ordinary people can only complete thinking, understanding, cognition and imagination, and even if they can construct dreams, it will be fleeting. People with strong souls, such as Yin Tao, can use particles to build their own world."

It was Xuan who heard the words, with a smile on his face, "How did you get it?"

"Imagine."

"Well, imagine is very important, after all, there is too little that can be seen with the naked eye."

"But one thing I don't understand is why humans can control particles to create space-time. Isn't this the same principle as God created the universe?"

"That's because human beings are created according to the template of our... er... God you speak of."

"You? Is it you? What are you?"

"What are we? In fact, there is no suitable word to describe us in any language system of human beings. Because human beings still have many areas that have not stepped into. Then I will use what you often call "God" for the time being. "

"What is that god?"

Hearing my question, he paused, turned sideways and smiled, "Order."

order?It dawned on me.

As I said before, people often use dualism to study the body and the soul separately.The material body is needless to say here.

But since the soul is superstring, how exactly does it work?

How do we think, imagine, recognize, remember, engage in objects?

Each person has a different order of soul and therefore a different personality.The vibration frequency of the superstring is like a musical score, and the order of everyone's soul is a movement.

Drink coffee with jazz music, practice nurses with R&B, and don't brush your teeth in the most dazzling ethnic style.

That is to say, the score of the superstring vibration of the soul is the order of our soul.

This is from the microcosmic perspective of human beings.

Normal people's scores can only control the superstrings of their souls, and they can't even interfere with the particles of their bodies.

But for some people, such as Yin Tao Xiaoqi, his score can not only complete the operation of the soul of normal human beings, but he can also play with multiple hands and control other particles in the material world.

On a more macro level, it is the order of nature, which is God.

"How many oscillations within a particle can you manipulate?"

"Well... Everything."

"Including all humans and...?"

"Everything...everything you can imagine."

"Including the chlorophyll in this bamboo, the donuts I ate yesterday, are my family's Wang Baojun and Islamic extremism?"

"Yes."

"Including the earth, the sun, the Milky Way? A cloud of hydrogen gas at 138 billion light-years away?"

"Yes."

"Fuck!" I was so excited that I couldn't express it in words, "It's Big Brother Xuan! Can you help me change the job of my No. [-] Sword to Cang Yun? Sansheng is lucky to meet you, and it's time for me to become a father!"

Shixuan gently caressed my head, and smiled to save all sentient beings, "Mo Shabi, Wan Hua is the next version of dad!"

"The people of Quangu welcome the new version!~"

"Mingjiao pvp is really hard to fight..."

"Dianwuhuagan Ten Thousand Flowers Valley disciple is here!"

"Oh, the Belgian Catholic priest, Georges Lemaitre once said that the universe began at a point."

Convexity is paralyzed, you changed the topic too quickly!

Shixuan was full of interest, flicking the hem of his clothes, showing his long legs and stepping on the wooden railing beside him.

That pose is really sexy and provocative.

"Today I will give you supplementary theology."

"Make it up." I lay flat.

"Theology is a natural science."

"Yes, the world is material, including the soul."

"Sweet~" He also sat sideways beside me, pulling the corner of my clothes to cover my stomach.

He said, "Before studying any subject, you must first be familiar with its history. To study international politics, you must understand modern history, to study philosophy, you must study the history of Western philosophy, and to teach theology, you must understand the history of the universe."

"Well, you just said that the universe began at one point, is that thing the fertilized egg of the three of you?"

"==If you insist on understanding it that way."

He sighed and continued, "Well, the gods here are not exactly the same as the part of religion in the human language system. What I want to talk about is beyond the scope of human research. At present, I still have to find I can’t describe it in accurate language or words, so I will try my best to explain it to you in simple terms that you can understand, So... it’s not entirely accurate.”

"Okay..." I yawned, "Then the fertilized egg, I can understand what the fertilized egg says."

"There is no mother..."

"Oh, sorry, and then? When was born?"

"138 billion years ago, the BIG stick exploded."

"Oh, I know." Cosmic explosion theory, the universe space-time originated from a big bang.

"Uh... Originally, the three of us slept soundly in the...uh...fertilized egg, but one day, Rong suddenly yelled!"

"What did you shout for?"

"Sleep you are paralyzed, wake up!"

"=="

"Then I was woken up. He was very angry, so don't spend time with us."

"then……"

"It just exploded."

Hearing this, my heart is surging and cannot be calmed down for a long time.I never expected that my deskmate Ouba, who spent countless self-study quizzes between classes with me, and was on the final exam of the week, would be so awesome.

This is probably the most capricious wake up in the world.

The author has something to say:

Zhenzhen: I reflect on myself three times a day, have you eaten, slept, or cute?

Leng Xiaotai: cute

King: Meng

Xiao Yao: cute

Mingming: Convex pan protruding little moss king Jiang Xiaoyu is fucking me, get the hell out of me!