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The place of origin.
In the golden seal of merit, the thoughts of the self trembled slightly, and instantly exchanged with the mirror image of the self next to the escape pond.
A lattice body made of a virtual image is suspended above the escape pool.
Mysterious auras seeped out from my own thoughts, merged into the escape pool, and entangled with those memories and emotional deposits.
In Jiang Buku's eyes, those dead-like memories and emotional deposits are undergoing extremely mysterious changes after being entangled by these breaths.
What is scattered and disordered is being integrated into a well-ordered one little by little;
The lifeless dead things are exuding a fresh and vivid breath little by little.
This is the "Memory of the Dao of Heaven" for 360 years after the change of heaven in the previous life, the only trace of the Blue Star in the previous life.
When he got this harvest by accident, Jiang Bu made a lot of plans in his mind.
Integrating into the Dao of Heaven in the Kyushu world, deepening the foundation of the Kyushu world, or imitating the singularity of will, refining a weapon of mass destruction... There are many other ideas.
But in the end, he chose to use this Tiandao memory here.
Feeding Yanxia humanity is also feeding back the Blue Star World.
He can't say against his conscience that he can achieve what he is today because of his hard work.
The achievements I have today all come from the intentional or unintentional, active or passive gifts of Yan Xia and Lan Xing.
He believed that although he had squeezed the Blue Star World a few times before, this one was enough to repay everything.
What's more, doing so is not completely beneficial to yourself.
A steady stream of past life memories of the Heavenly Dao merged into the ocean of fragments precipitated by memories and emotions, and these countless fragments were attracted by it, rolling and dancing.
Gradually, a spherical outline appeared in the depths of the escape pool.
It's like countless scattered iron filings forming a complete and clear track outline under the influence of some kind of magnetic force field.
As this spherical outline is formed, it gradually becomes clearer.
Those fragmented, messy, and irrelevant debris deposits are gradually merging into the spherical outline itself. In the process of integration, these debris deposits themselves are also interacting more intensively and frequently.
Just like countless scattered iron filings, under the action of a certain force, they are fused into a complete whole.
This spherical outline can clearly see the shadow of the blue star, but it is neither the blue star before the sky change nor the blue star after the sky change.
This is the blue star from the previous life.
However, at the moment, it is just an outline.
When the last memory of the previous life was conveyed, Jiang Buku took a last look at the planet that was "incubating and brewing" in the depths of the escape pool, and the original thoughts disappeared completely from here, as if they had never appeared before.
……
Kyushu World.
The place of origin.
The golden seal of merit.
As soon as the original thought returned, it appeared outside the golden seal of merit again.
The crystallized self-thought barely resisted the impact of the flood of thoughts, and the "close-up and close distance" sensed that the thoughts about "Jiang Ye" in people's thoughts were growing at an exaggerated speed.
Before the flood of thoughts completely destroyed his own thoughts, he hid again within the golden seal of merit.
And everything he sensed just now helped him make the final decision.
He summoned all of them, a total of 256 mirrored self-thoughts, and distributed them around the self-thought lattice.
Then, these mirror images began to merge in pairs, 256 merged into 128, then 128 merged into 64, merged into 32, step by step until 4 merged into 2.
There is no further unity.
This is no longer two mirrored selves, but a collection of two mirrored selves, each accounting for half of it.
They rotate around the id lattice, and the id lattice also starts to rotate at high frequency.
The self-thought lattice is in the center, and the other two are on the two sides, rotating at high speed and doing centrifugal motion.
Even though the sky was dim and the ground was dark, and the five inner parts were shaking, he didn't have the thought of stopping. Every clear thought was to make him spin faster.
The id lattice becomes pure and transparent.
And the two mirror images are assembled.
One of them is radiant and dazzling, which is a collection of divinity.
The other is flat and dull, a collection of humanity.
When the collection of divine mirror images is formed, under the control of the thoughts of the self, it not only "bravely" walks out of the golden seal of merit, but also actively contacts those people's thoughts.
Its ability to endure seems to have become stronger, and it is naturally able to adapt to this situation. At the same time, it has absorbed all kinds of myths and legends about "Jiang Ye" in it.
In any case, he absolutely does not want to see a mythical statue named "Jiang Ye" appear independently of him one day.
At the same time, the collection of mirror images of human nature also disappeared from the golden seal of merit.
Even in order to avoid being involved with the collection of divine mirror images, it completely disappeared from the world of Kyushu.
……
And in the depths of space in the world of Kyushu.
From eleven worlds, or more precisely, 110 original pearls with mixed breaths from ten worlds are quietly suspended in it.
Other worlds only produced ten World Origin Beads, but Blue Star World not only produced ten World Origin Beads on behalf of itself, but also produced ten World Origin Beads for Kyushu World.
There are 110 world origin beads, each of which is like a colorful and dazzling gemstone.
At this moment, slices of small worlds are forming within each original pearl.
Including the will of the blue star, all the energy of the will of all the worlds is put on paying attention to the birth of these worlds from scratch.
They may be very proficient in using the world's main courtyard to open up small worlds, but they have never seen or even thought about the ten kinds of world origins that are intertwined with each other.
Before coming into contact with these worlds, they never even thought that there would be such a world in the world.
110 pearls of the origin of the world represent the birth of 110 small worlds.
Each of them is different, strange and varied.
It's like 110 delicious dishes that can satisfy your hunger, although they can't satisfy your hunger.
Among them, the idea of Blue Star's will is more complicated.
The other world will devote all its energy to tasting these delicacies, and He also has another important task on his shoulders.
delay.
Procrastinate as long as possible.
Twenty-four years of immortality
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New calendar three hundred and five years.
On the first day of February, it was past three o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Buku was falling into a deep sleep.
The familiar dream came into his mind again.
He felt that he was walking in space and in the world as if he had no body.
Then, he "saw" a wildfire.
There is a house located in it, and along with the mountain fire, it becomes a burning house.
There are many dead people who were directly burned to death or died of suffocation.
There was a three-year-old child surrounded by corpses. Although he was protected from direct burning by the flames, he eventually lost his young life due to suffocation.
Then, with a light leap, he blended into it.
Maybe it was because of good luck, or maybe I was really blessed by the heavens. The moment I opened my eyes, the pouring rain fell, which not only extinguished the burning house, but also rapidly cooled the temperature.
Moreover, along with the rainfall, there is also a strong wind passing through the country, blowing in fresh air and sending away the dirty and suffocating exhaust gas.
Not only the fire in the house I was in was extinguished instantly, but even the entire mountain fire that had spread became vulnerable in an instant.
After that, the dream became more and more blurred.
A group of people rushed over and picked up the three-year-old him.
He became a kid who grew up eating a lot of food.
And this group of people who call themselves pioneers established a village in this land that was once ravaged by wildfires.
Soon, the village had the Earth Temple and the Enlightenment Village School. He, a child who grew up eating a lot of food, embarked on a journey of studying in this life.
At this moment, the time came to four o'clock in the morning.
The scene in the dream changed quickly, and a man named Yin Tianchou, whom only he knew, appeared in the dream scene. Facing the rough sea, he shouted hoarsely: "Work hard! Fight hard!"
The shout passed through the realm of fiction and reality, directly waking up the strong boy from his deep sleep, and whispered in his mouth: "Work hard! Struggle!"
Thinking like this, Jiang Buku suddenly turned over and got out of bed, leaving the warm bed.
Pushing open the window, the cold air in the early morning of February entered the room, making his skin tremble, and his mind, which was still a little dazed, was completely awake.
Then, he silently started warming up in the open space next to the bed.
Squat, lean over from the side, fly the bow to the left, reach the corner to the right, catch the moon, sit on the ring of fire, climb upside down...
The action went from shallow to deep, and at the end, it was like a deformed creature twisting and transforming in a dark room.
Ten minutes later, the muscles and bones all over his body began to heat up, beating lightly, as if he was breathing.
After finishing the warm-up, he came to the window, stood still in front of the sand box filled with broken marble, slightly spread his palms and ten fingers, and inserted them alternately into the wooden box like an axe until it reached his wrist.
"Chi-Chi-Chi"
There was a rhythmic sound in the room, without interruption.
The hard marble, with edges and corners, scratched his fingers and palms every time he pulled and thrust, the pain was continuous and layered, hitting him like a wave.
Jiang did not change his face bitterly, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. For him, this was an ordinary practice routine.
Two hours later, it was getting light.
A series of footsteps suddenly sounded on the avenue outside the house, from far to near, and soon, the door was slammed:
"Master Liu, are you up yet? Xiao Chen, who went to the mountain the day before yesterday, my brother was injured, I'll let you deal with it."
Jiang Buku was about to open the door, when an old but angry voice sounded from the next room: "Here you come...Don't worry about Pingping, I'm busy with you."
"Yes." Jiang Buku stopped in response.
At this moment, his palms and ten fingers were criss-crossed with fine scratches, and the skin seemed to be peeled off, and there was pain besides pain.
Sitting at the table, Jiang Buku opened a medicine box, and a small half box of amber translucent ointment exuded a special fragrance. This is vitality and rejuvenation ointment, which is necessary for practitioners of external skills and is extremely precious.
He carefully took a portion the size of a fingernail with a small piece of wood, and spread it evenly on all parts of his palms, and the pain of peeling was gradually covered by a piece of coolness.
Jiang Buku waited for the effect of the medicine to spread, and took out the "Picture Book of Spirits and Monsters" to read carefully.
A quarter of an hour later, when the pain struck again, he took another dose of medicine, slightly less than the first time.
After repeating this four times, there was only a faint tingling pain left in both palms, and there were only faint traces of the fine scratches that were densely distributed vertically and horizontally, which happened to be stuck at the limit of the body's self-healing power, and he could practice for another two hours in a good state at night.
When he was in a trance and distracted, he remembered what Master Liu had called him just now, Jiang Ping, Ping Ping An Ping.
This is his name in this life, and it is also the most sincere blessing from everyone in Jiang Village to him after he was rescued.
Only at this time can he clearly feel that he is a time-traveling reborn person.
My name is Jiang Buku. I remembered that I was taking a lunch break in the student dormitory of Imperial University. When I woke up, I became a child named Jiang Ping.
The only thing they have in common is that they are both orphans. Other than that, there is no similarity at all.
What's even more bizarre is this era. As he grows up, as he grows older and sees more and more, he feels that everything around him is bizarre.
Strangely, there is not only a vague sense of familiarity, but also a strong sense of strangeness.
It wasn't until I went to school and received formal cultural education that I found the answer to all this in books.