Sword and Magic and Taxi

After pretending to use the infrared lamp for a while, Zhao Mai left the hospital. He thought he could see some particularly magical medical device, but it turned out that it was still the facilities in the normal world, with no sense of science fiction/magic at all. Liu Su was pushed into the operating room as soon as he arrived, so Xu Yaning was actually the only one who knew Zhao Mai. The girl has gradually regained her composure, but she was still a little embarrassed when she saw Zhao Mai. After all, she exposed another side of herself as soon as she woke up.

Thank you... for sending us two back. Xu Yaning was sitting on the hospital bed with an intravenous drip on the back of his hand. It was said to be some kind of nutritional injection, but Zhao Mai felt that it was not as effective as eating two magic berries.

You're welcome, satisfying passengers is my service purpose. Zhao Mai said: Xu Yaning, is it okay if I call you by your first name?

Of course, no problem. Names are just for calling you. Look, I'll just call you Zhao Mai, not Master Zhao or Comrade Driver, right?

That's true. I have a question for you. If Westeros collapses, what will happen if I go there again? For example, if another person chooses to go there.

You can still go, but everything is brand new. The people you knew before will not know you, and the things you have done before will be as if you have never done it before. Xu Yaning put his chin on his finger and said: I will I know that there is a kind of person who specializes in managing a world. He keeps repeating and repeating to accumulate.

Turning the world apart every time?

Yes, they also specifically look for unstable worlds to plunder, and use the power of being familiar with the plot to plunder. For them, there are countless worlds anyway, so there is nothing to regret.

Zhao Mai always felt that this was wrong, and felt a little confused. Does the existence of countless parallel worlds reduce the value of a life in one of them? It seems that this shouldn't be the case! Is this a mathematical question or a philosophical question? 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 you, but there is something I haven't figured out yet. Xu Yaning came over and said to Zhao Mai: I think that if the world is really infinite, then there should be infinite detachments. And if the world were really infinite, why would the limited number of transcendent beings fighting among each other now? Everyone should have unlimited resources!

How many transcendents 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 He laughed and never talked about this topic again.

Xu Yaning's words did not resolve the doubts in Zhao Mai's heart, but made them heavier. Zhao Mai said goodbye to her and took a walk in the park with his stored grain and small flowers. He lowered his head and kept thinking about the collapse of the world, and the key was: whether to take the risk and try 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, you will get the completely opposite answer. Zhao Mai was walking on the road in a daze. As he walked, he looked up and found that he was no longer in the park, but next to a bamboo forest. The gurgling stream flows out from the forest, washing the soft stones until they are clean and round. The reserve grain had already run over and left its excrement mark in the bamboo forest, but this time Xiaohua pinched her nose and kept laughing at it.

How 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. He looked back at the way he came and found that there were only layers of clouds and mist in the bamboo forest, and he couldn't see where he came from.

Stop looking, 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 at hand. But this time he waved his hand, conjured two more cups, poured tea, and gave Xiaohua and the reserved food.

Old man, can you see me? Xiaohua flew over and tried to reach out to poke the old man, but found that he couldn't touch him at all. The old man stroked his long beard and chuckled: Stop making trouble, I have something to say with your master.

He is not the master! Xiaohua pouted and sat on the chair angrily, glancing at the old man secretly. If she hadn't been a little frightened by being told the central issue, she wouldn't be so good. The food reserve adopts a fearless attitude of I am a dog, so naturally I have to do what dogs do. He puts his front paws on the table, tilts his head and bites the cup, drinks the tea, then crawls at Zhao Mai's feet and starts to take a nap. Son.

Old man, just stay at home. I'm afraid I'll become the Sun Wukong who accidentally entered your alchemy room, and it won't be clear. Zhao Mai scratched his head and found a joke to lighten the atmosphere.

You have worries in your heart, I can see that, but I summoned you this time mainly for other things. The old man said: I have to congratulate you, you have taken the first step. You have become the only one. , you will no longer exist in all parallel spaces, this is one of the requirements for becoming a transcendent person.

I... Zhao Mai thought of countless green dreams parallel to his own, of the black stone tablet, of the rune magma that dissolved all the pictures of the parallel world, and of the scene where only his own reflection was left. Does this have any impact? I don't feel like I've changed at all? Shouldn't I become stronger?

You have indeed changed, but not in the dimension you can see now. Dimension is still a new word I learned! You see, my name is Li Er, but here I am called the old man, and there is another one called Laozi I, there is me called Laojun, and there is me called Guangchengzi. In short, there are different expressions of I at different levels, and you are now initially qualified for this kind of expression, so I want to Congratulations. The old man smiled: But having said that, for yourself, you haven't changed much. At most, you will become more cranky and confused.

Please give me some advice.

I can't give you any advice. The old man said, I'm not you, I think differently from you, I can't really understand your questions, and I can't know what you have learned. Therefore, I can neither understand the question nor have I any way to answer it. There are some issues that only you can figure out for yourself.”

So mysterious.

It's not mysterious. You take me too seriously, so you always want to take advantage of me. The old man said, Sage and wisdom!

Zhao Mai at least understands the meaning of abandoning sage and wisdom: don't be superstitious about authority, don't be influenced by preconceived ideas, real thinking must be independent and self-centered.

Then... Zhao Mai thought for a while, made a decision in his heart, and said: Old man, I don't ask about 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. Tian Xingjian.

Tian Xingjian seems to belong to Zhou Yi.

I smiled: What he said is quite good.

Okay, I'll treat you as a psychiatrist. I'll feel more comfortable after saying a few words to you. Really, since the time travel began, I have all kinds of questions. If I keep them in my heart and fantasize, I will be tortured one day. Damn it. Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? I don't even dare to think about such questions! Zhao Mai picked up the cup, raised his head and drank the tea: No matter how much I think about it, It’s better to take action first. As you walk, the path will be revealed, right?”

Didn't you say you don't ask about right or wrong? The old man smiled, and then said: Don't talk about those three stupid questions for you. I don't think about it now. There are many things that I can't understand, and I can't understand them. It’s nothing, you should live, right?”

Free and easy! Zhao Mai gave a thumbs up: You said that the best is like water, so let me flow first. No matter whether it is a square pipe or a round pipe in front of it, as long as I am water and not ice, I can always get through, right? I Here we go, thank you for the tea.

Well, have a safe journey. The old man said, When you finish your work this time, I have something for you to do.

Zhao Mai's calves felt weak. The job for the old man must not be easy: I'm getting nervous again. Why don't you tell me now to give me a basis?

Now tell me you don't understand. The old man waved his hand: Go ahead, go ahead!