Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 79 Destiny Day

  Bronze country that exists only in name.

  Demons are everywhere, and there are cannibals and slaying practitioners everywhere.

  A school has been reduced to a sanctuary to protect ordinary humans in disasters. The principal old man is sitting in the same place with Professor Zeng Ciwen and playing chess.

  "Are you really going?" The old man seemed to see through his mind.

   "Yes, I want to go." Professor Zeng Ciwen said.

   "You have calculated the laws of history, but why do you want to die?"

  The old man looked calm, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know, this cataclysm is the second time I have experienced it."

  He paused, his voice was extremely calm, like a bystander of old years,

"Seven hundred years ago, when I saw that group of thugs, I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't stop it, because I knew that I couldn't stop it at all. Individuals couldn't stop the flood of fate. Just like you now, you can't stop it either. With the outbreak of this cataclysmic era, the world has reshuffled."

   "I know, but I still want to go."

He smiled, dropped a chess piece, and said: "I have lived my life to the perfection, made up for the shortcomings, and there is nothing worthy of nostalgia. Moreover, a few years ago, I quietly entered the city of hundred stones and approached my stubborn students. When I saw the flower that belonged to me, I was dying."

  The old man looked dazed, and couldn't help sighing: "It is because you must go, you will die. You have been hiding for so long, no matter the world, why expose yourself and not continue to hide?"

   "Perhaps, maybe I will die if I go, or maybe even if I don't go, I will die. Anyway, the flower is there and I'm going to die."

  Zeng Ciwen sighed: "So I chose to follow my heart and take a look."

  The old man in front of him was silent.

  Zeng Ciwen said again: "In the past few years, my heart has become more transparent, and I have understood a lot of things that were previously confused, and I have more and more sensed a sense of destiny."

   "And all our actions today will not be useless."

  He pointed to the pond below,

  "The world is like a pond, and destiny is like water in a pond. We fish must leave the water, jump out of the pond, and jump out of destiny to see the outside world."

"Beyond the shackles of fate must be a certain stage of life. I think such a civilization can begin to leave the world and enter the ranks of world-class civilizations. We are paving the way for future generations, at least for the world to see. What is destiny anyway."

   "We ancient species are also very ashamed."

  The old man gently looked at the statue of the crying god, and smiled: "We did not follow God's advice and embarked on the same path of destruction."

  “But history will eventually remember this great moment. In the higher civilizations of the distant future, when they walk out of the world and see the endless stars outside, they will record our efforts. We have also struggled in this world.”

  He put on his cloak, turned and left,

  "I can also see another destined historical destiny. In order to let the fish in the world jump out of the water and break free from the shackles, the ruined civilization of the past gave the blood of generations to generations!"

  The tree of life, the heavy rain is hazy.

  Du Jingsheng and several surviving elders returned, they looked at the statue of the **** in front of the tree of life.

  Du Jingsheng wrapped her whole body with air, blocking the heavy rain, and sneered, "You guys, don’t you have a little blood?"

  The other elders stopped talking.

  Du Jingsheng smiled, "Very good, very good, you have no **** cowardice, that's what I want to see! You run away!"

He pointed to the idol and said with great piety and respect: "Old gods, he brought us the last kind of fire to awaken from the old days! But we, who once destroyed us, still chose that stupid path!" We are stupid."

   "We are ridiculous."

   "We are persistent."

  He looked at this **** with moles of tears, the rain was falling, and the man on the bronze statue seemed to be crying slowly.

  The crying god, like the descendants in front of the mourning eyes, awakened from the old ancient shelter, but still did not listen to advice, embarked on the repeated dead end, and walked against the sky.

He turned around and said to the only two elders left in front of him: "You go, live with humiliation, live with our technology, hide, let the world still remember us, these ancient high elves, exist Traces of the past."

   "And I will go."

  He laughed and said: "Go to meet the beast who betrayed our clan and ruined our civilization. Of course, I am not helping him. Instead, I will kill him. Since he died in the hands of fate, it is better to die in my own hands."

   "He destroyed my country, so he can only die by my sword."

  He couldn't help laughing, showing a fierce look, but he didn't realize that he had already burst into tears, "This is my last trace of stubbornness and resistance to fate."

  Outside the world.

   Seeing this, Zhu Zhengwei shook his head and sighed with emotion, “The former Shi Guangzhi Zhengdi Chongdao, he was a severely obsessive-compulsive patient who pursued the ultimate perfectionism.”

   "His perfectionism, even in order to perfect the records of the gods, he can even ask God to come and inquire."

"This kind of perfectionism allowed him to forge the works of saints, but it also allowed him to write this kind of evil law, the year-eater demons, in his general outline. Now, something has happened, and some people have already studied the practice. Law."

Before   , the dynasty controlled the "Xianchi" and controlled all the practitioners in the world. They were registered one after another. They had official positions and naturally tested their xinxing in order to cultivate, so no one practiced.

   But what about it?

  The dynasty does not control the fairy grass. It is controlled by the major civil forces. The evil people who do evil have the opportunity to practice. It is also natural for evil people to take advantage of the opportunity to cultivate demons.

  The space fluctuates, and Zhu Zheng touches the ground gently, stepping on the warm and dry sand, leaving footprints one by one.

   "Destiny is already there."

  Zhu Zheng shook his head slightly, looking at the horizon dyed blood red.

   "And this so-called fate is not a mysterious thing."

   "It's like an online game has calculated its own NPC, what's the fate."

   "It's like a computer, after a dozen or so moves of a chess piece are calculated."

   "You don't know, will not change your destiny, or die in that year, you know, and will not change, you will still die in that year."

   "Even, it is because of your knowledge that you have the doomed destiny that you continue to resist and die quickly. No matter how hard you try, you will not escape the shackles of fate."

  Zhu Zhengwei stood by the fork in the desert, under the scorching sun, gently stretched out his hand, and said faintly: "You chose the destiny of death, not the destiny who chose your death."

  This is originally a philosophical question.

Even, it is precisely because Emperor Shi Guangxueyin saw his destiny that he moved in the direction Zhu Zhengwei wanted and fulfilled his major mission to the world. With his life, he became the "beginning" of a great era in this "destiny day". . Transform yourself into Tang monk meat, and there will be ghosts without being eaten.

   "Perhaps, I should not arbitrarily divulge my blood in the future, so as not to let the creatures in this world see the destiny over the long river, which will only increase grief."

  He is not calm, looking into the distance,

   "If you don't guess wrong, ten thousand demons attacked, ten thousand races fight for hegemony, earth riots, the second cataclysm era has descended on the old stone light country, and it will turn into the dust of history."

  The fate day of the era, the war has begun.

  Zhu Zhengwei looked at the desert. The ancient desert king city that had been established for more than 700 years, and the countless demonic powers surrounded below, were somewhat embarrassed. In a blink of an eye, more than four hundred years have passed.

He seemed to have seen in the tea shed that day, the former emperor of the Hundred Stones, Chongdao, was so energetic and unwilling to become a slave as a traveler. He couldn't help but sighed slightly, "Hey, in front of you. , Is still a human emperor who doesn't want to be a slave, but wants to resist."

  (End of this chapter)