Reverend Insanity
Chapter 2 500 Years of Reverse Light
Legend has it that there is a river of light and shadow that supports the flow of the world. And by harnessing the power of spring and autumn cicadas, you can go up and back to the past.
The world is confused about this rumor. Many do not believe, and some will doubt.
Almost no one is really convinced.
Because every time you use Spring and Autumn Cicada, you have to pay for your life, sacrifice your whole body and all of it as a totalitarian sacrifice as a driving force.
It's too expensive, and even more unacceptable —— often lives are paid for, and results are not known.
Even if someone gets a spring and autumn cicada, they won't dare to use it in a casual manner.
What if rumors are false and it's just a hoax?
If it wasn't for Fangyuan, it wouldn't have been used so quickly.
But now, the source is a complete belief.
Because the facts of iron are in front of us and cannot be refuted. He was reborn!
“It's just a pity that this good trick took the power of nine bulls and two tigers, massacred hundreds of thousands of people, caused anger and resentment, and worked hard to refine it...” Fang Yuan sighed, although it was reborn, Spring and Autumn Cicada did not bring it.
Man is the chief of all things, the essence of the heavens and the earth.
The tricks are strange and countless. Some tricks, once or twice or three times, dissipate completely. Some tricks can be reused as long as they are not overused.
Perhaps spring and autumn cicadas are the kind of consumables that can only be used once.
“But even if it's gone, you can refine another one. I can refine it in the past. Can't I refine it in this life?” Unfortunately, after that, a great deal of pride arose in Fong Yuan's heart.
I can reborn myself, and the loss of Spring and Autumn Cicada is perfectly acceptable.
And he's still a treasure, not nothing.
This treasure is his 500 years of memory and experience.
There are many treasures in his memory that have not yet been opened. There was a big event that made it easy for him to grasp the veins of history. There are countless shadows of people, some of whom are hidden by their predecessors, some of whom are Tian Junqi, some of whom are not even born. There are still five hundred years of painstaking experience and vast combat experience.
With these, we undoubtedly have the big picture and the lead. As long as the operation is good, horizontal, and recreate the heroic style of the troll, it is not a problem at all, and can even go one step further, the impact is higher!
“So how do we operate…” Square source is very sensible, quickly clean up emotions, face the night rain outside the window and contemplate.
Thinking about it makes me feel like a thousand things.
After a moment of reflection, his eyebrows grew deeper and deeper.
Five hundred years, it's a little long. Not to mention those already blurred, unrecognizable memories. These are the treasures that are remembered as dense, fairy, many, but mostly at intervals of 18,000 miles, or need to be opened at a specific time.
“The most important thing is to fix it. I have not opened Yuan Hai yet, I have not set foot in the cultivation path of the magician, I am simply a mortal person! It is necessary to practice as quickly as possible, to grow into, to seize as much of the opportunity as possible before history, to reap the benefits. ”
And a lot of the hiding, it's not enough to repair, and even if it is obtained, it can't be digested. Instead, hot potatoes carry the sin of perfection.
The first difficulty in front of Square Source is fixing it.
It must be upgraded as soon as possible. If it is like last life, the yellow cauliflower is cold.
“To be promoted as soon as possible, it is necessary to draw on family resources. In my current situation, I have no ability to travel in the mountains of crisis, and a common boar can kill me. If we can achieve the cultivation of the Triple Splitter, we will have the basic ability to protect ourselves, and we will travel in the world of this party. ”
In the eyes of the monastic giant who has been practicing for 500 years, this Qingmao Mountain is really too small. Ancient Moon Village is more like a cage.
However, while caged in liberty, strong cells often represent a form of security.
“Humph, in a short time, let's just toss our fists and feet in this cage. As long as you promote the magician three times, you will leave this poor mountain. Fortunately, however, tomorrow will be the opening ceremony, and soon thereafter the practice of the magician can be officially opened. ”
When I think of the Great Book of Hearts, the long-standing memories of Fangyuan emerge from the bottom of my heart.
“Qualified...” He looked out the window and couldn't help but laugh three times.
At this point, the door was gently pushed open and walked into a teenager.
“Brother, why are you standing by the window? ”
The teenager is thinner, a little shorter than the source, and looks very much like the source.
Fang Yuan looked back at the teenager and his face flashed with a touch of complexity.
“It's you, my twin brother.” He raised his eyebrows slightly and his expression restored a consistent indifference.
Fang lowered his head and looked at his toes. This was his signature action: “When I saw my brother's window was not closed, I wanted to come in and close it quietly. Tomorrow is the big day, brother. If you don't rest so late, your aunt and uncle will know. I'm afraid you'll be worried. ”
His indifference to each other was not surprising, as he had always been since childhood, as his brother had always been.
Sometimes he wonders, maybe geniuses are such extraordinary people. Although he has a very similar face to his brother, he is ordinary as an ant.
Why is it so unfair to be born out of a mother? He gave his brother the gift of diamonds, and he was just like a stone.
Everyone around them, speaking of themselves, would say, "This is Fong Yuan's brother. ”
My uncle and aunt often teach themselves to learn from your brother.
Even when I look in the mirror sometimes and look at my face, I feel a little disgusted!
These thoughts have been around for many years and accumulate deep inside. Like a boulder pressing against your heart, the lower your head is these years, the more silent you become.
“Worried…” thinking of my uncle and aunt, Fang Yuan smiled silently in his heart.
He remembered very clearly that his body's parents had fallen both ways because of a family mission. When I was three years old, I became an orphan with my brother.
Uncle and aunt, in the name of support, invaded the legacy of both parents and treated themselves and their brother harshly.
Originally, as a crossing crowd, there were plans to keep the sun in check. But the hardship of life forced the source to choose to show off the “talent” of ordinary people.
The so-called genius is actually just the wisdom of a mature soul, as well as a few flowing hundreds of Tang poetry songs on the planet.
This is how small testers are also amazed and widely watched. External pressure also forces young sources to choose apathetic expressions to disguise themselves to protect themselves and reduce the likelihood of filling.
Over time, apathy became a habitual expression.
As a result, my uncle and aunt were no longer harsh on themselves and their younger brothers, and the older they were, the better their future was, and the treatment continued to increase.
But it's not love, it's an investment.
This brother was ridiculous, but he didn't see the truth. Not only was he blinded by his aunt and uncle, but he also buried resentment against himself. Don't look at him now, he is so sweet and honest. After being tested in memory, he was vigorously cultivated by the family. Hidden hatred and jealousy are released. But he has not been targeted, difficult, or repressed by his own brother.
And as for my qualifications...
Oh, the highest is just a C etc. etc.
Fate is always a joke.
One twin, brother qualifies only for C, but only for the name of genius for more than a decade. My brother has no idea, but has talent such as A
The result of the enlightenment was that the people dropped their glasses. It also puts the brothers in a position of total reversal.
His brother rose to heaven like a dragon, and his brother seemed to have fallen from the ground.
Afterwards, it was from his younger brother, his uncle and aunt's cold eyes, and the people's contempt.
Hate?
Fang Yuan hated it in his previous life, hated his lack of qualifications, hated his family for being heartless and hated his destiny for being unfair.
But now, with five hundred years of experience, he revisits the journey, and there is no surprise or hatred in his mind.
What is there to resent?
Think differently, he can also understand his brother, his uncle and aunt, and the decent and powerful enemies that will besiege him 500 years later.
Strengthened flesh, survival of the fittest, is the essence of the world.
Besides, people are willing to fight for the opportunity. What's not to understand about suppressing slaughter?
Five hundred years of experience has long allowed him to see through all this, and the only path in his heart is the path of eternity.
If anyone stops his quest, whoever it is, it's just you who's dead and I'm alive.
The ambition in your heart is too great. If you embark on this path, you will be doomed to all the enemies of the world. If you are doomed to solitude, you will be doomed to murder.
That's 500 years of concentrated consciousness.
“Revenge is not my intention, and there is never a word for compromise in the way of the devil.” Thinking about it, Fang Yuan couldn't help but laugh. Looking back at this brother, he glanced softly and said, "Get back. ”
Fang couldn't help but palpitate his heart. He felt his brother's eyes as sharp as an ice blade. He seemed to penetrate the deepest part of his heart.
In this light, he was naked in the snow, with no secrets.
“See you tomorrow, brother.” If you don't dare to talk now, you are slowly closing the door and nodding away.