Blessings to the beautiful stars

The appearance of half a god is not the same in the eyes of different people.In Zuo Wu's eyes, He looks like a human being, but what Xiao Hui sees is probably a group of aircraft that she can't control and can't see clearly.

He is like a mirror, the longer you look at it, the more specific and precise your reflection becomes.In short, it is becoming more and more like yourself.

Zuo Wu didn't dare to look more.Because with just one glance, one can see the vicissitudes of one's own race.

Just after a short period of contact, Zuo Wu felt that there was a lot of inexplicable information in his mind, and there were specious faces that he didn't know at all.

Are these faces the appearance of his ancestors?
Zuo Wu thought about it, feeling the tingling of the granulation extending from Della's body in his ear.There was a vibration from the stabbing, and there should be a sound.

But the voice is the same as those extra human faces in my mind, I can't distinguish it at all, I can only peek at it, it's just scratching the surface.

It's annoying to be scratching one's boots, Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, and suddenly thought of a solution——

Since the voice and human face were brought by the semi-spirits, would it be possible to make these things clearer by looking at him more?

thinking.

Zuo Wu also followed Xiao Hui's example, put his arms on the window, pouted his cheeks, and then began to look around.

Xiao Hui had already listened intently, and Della was also deep in thought.The behavior of the two of them made Zuo Wu feel that he was absconding in class, just because he was ignorant in his heart, he was peeking around at the poor students of his classmates.

Seeing such a scene, the ashamed poor student should calm down, or at least pretend to be serious.unless……

Unless the poor student caught a glimpse of a "person" who was deserting like him, it seemed to be an accomplice.

It was the incomplete god, who was holding his head high and proud of himself. After all, it was always his credit to be able to listen to the voice of the dragon.

And seeing others indulge in their own "work" is happy.

But for novice writers, the process of others viewing their works is also very difficult, because novice writers are always eager to know other people's opinions and fidget.

The semi-deity is now restless like this.He couldn't help pacing behind Xiao Hui and Della, and occasionally leaned over to observe their expressions.

But how could the newborn He know the different emotions revealed by different expressions?The semi-deity can only imitate by himself, trying to make a similar expression appear on his own face, so as to understand the feelings of Xiao Hui and Della.

But he tried several times without success.In Zuo Wu's eyes, the semi-god, who has become more and more like a human being, is poking his own face with his fingers.

Zuo Wu couldn't help it: "...Wait, aren't you a ball of light? You don't have facial features, how can you imitate their expressions?"

heard.

The semi-spiritual spirit was taken aback, and suddenly felt a little timid: "Eh? Ah, why...you finished listening so quickly!"

Zuo Wu was silent for a second: "...haven't listened yet, I'm slow to get into the mood."

"That means my opening and prelude are not attractive," the semi-spiritual spirit became more and more depressed: "Is there anything you are not satisfied with? Tell me and I will change it!"

"It's not dissatisfaction, it's..." Zuo Wu thought for a while, and decided to answer truthfully: "There are many faces in my mind, but I can't see each one clearly. Maybe they distracted me."

"Let me see, oh!" The semi-spirit suddenly said, "It's like this, Xiaohui has no ancestors at all, and her advancement to the present is due to her own credit. Looking back at the past, it is only equivalent to seeing herself once;"

"And Della, her 'ancestors' are the Struts, the Aether Dragon, and you. This time, you wanted to listen to the Aether Dragon's voice, so going back to the past helped Della concentrate."

"You are the exception! No, no, it should be said that they are the exception."

Incomplete God patted his chest with lingering fear: "Thank you, without your trial and error, I might make a big joke in the future."

Zuo Wu was silent again: "No need... By the way, why do you have to go back to our past while listening to the voice of the ether dragon?"

"No, you got the causality wrong,"

The semi-deity shook his head, then pointed to himself with a silly smile:

"It's the people who come into contact with me, but they will passively start to know the reason for themselves."

Zuo Wu was puzzled: "Why?"

"I don't know!" The semi-perfect god was confident.

"You don't know?!" Zuo Wu was even more surprised.

And Zuo Wu's surprise seemed to make him a little upset.

The semi-deity clicked his tongue, put one hand on his hip, and the other began to recount:
"It's very easy for me to talk nonsense about a reason. Because the gods exist in all parallel worlds and in all dimensions as their own uniqueness."

"And the past and the future are on a higher scale, just like you three-dimensional creatures look at the two ends of a straight line."

"So, I am equivalent to a breach in all the stacked dimensions. Just looking at me, you are equivalent to getting a window that can view both the past and the future."

talking.

The semi-deity stuck out its tongue: "Ah, sorry for bragging, you can only see the 'past', because 'future' is strongly related to 'fate', and it has been monopolized by the circle. I dare not touch the circle moldy head."

Zuo Wu seems to understand, but unfortunately he has completely lost contact with the scientific research team.Otherwise, these few words would definitely cause many researchers under his command to have a heart attack on the spot, because this may have revealed the mystery of the creation of gods.

Liaoyuan probably did the same thing, deliberately let the etheric engine sift through the reverberations of the void, the remaining signals of countless civilizations that once flourished, but are now extinct, to feed their semi-gods.

The accumulation of less makes more, and the dying "past" has become the "symbol" of half-formed gods in front of us.

The birth of gods is inseparable from this "symbol".

For example, weaving is the joy of being born and multiplying; swearing is the courage and perseverance to open up to the unknown, and the violence and tyranny that must be mixed in order to overcome all difficulties.

There is also a device that protects the angels of the first alchemy, and its birth probably stems from the simplest happiness.

Think of this.

Zuo Wu suddenly laughed, feeling that he was shocked by Liao Yuan's ambition again.

The gods they want to create are not the condensation of some kind of emotion, but want to directly represent the "past" and compete with the "future" of the ring.

Now, He who symbolizes the "past" is still so young, and can only let different people glimpse their ancestors in the same line.

Zuo Wu rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little dazed, always feeling that he had witnessed some great event, but the shock that had never been fully formed and erupted was always cut off by the half-formed Him standing on tiptoe.

Just subconsciously, the faces that appeared in my mind became much clearer.

At this time, the half-spirited spirit with its hands behind its back, walked up to Zuo Wu intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered: "So, should I work hard and help you deal with it? At least get rid of the human face in your mind so that you can concentrate on listening to the song .”

He said so.

Zuo Wu shook his head, suddenly felt that his ears had been pulled.

Bowing his head, it was the granulated "earphones" that Della gave him that fell out of his ear canal.Logically speaking, it should not be, because the granulation has been expanding and shrinking, always adapting to the shape of the ear canal, and cannot be driven away.

It should be that Della heard the strong interest, and immersed herself in the long past of the ether dragon, and didn't even care about letting the granulation continue to shrink subconsciously.

Zuo Wu pinched the granulation, thinking it was a little wilted.The tentacle, which can't rely on its own powerful pulsation, has almost lost most of its charm, and people don't bother to put it in their ears.

Anyway, it's all like this, why don't you just take a look at what your ancestors looked like!

Thinking about it, Zuo Wu turned around, no longer looked at the sky outside the window, but leaned against the window sill, closed his eyes, and watched different facial features flying up and down in his mind, some solemn, some calm and some frivolous.

Also... strangely interesting.

Half a god came up to him: "Huh? Why are you laughing?"

"Am I laughing?"

"Hmm."

Zuo Wu touched his face, and laughed that he was no stranger, but now he seemed to have a different feeling.

Not only interesting, but also a little sour.

The evidence is that the Incomplete God frowned slightly: "Oh my god, you have such an ugly smile."

"Maybe... it's because I let go of a doubt in my heart." Zuo Wu covered his mouth: "I just want to tell you something, don't tell the Pope, the starfish outside."

"okay!"

"It's just that I always feel that the Pope is very pitiful, because his family is made from canning factories. According to human beings, there is no father, no mother, no family, no family, isn't it sad?"

Zuo Wu said, but sighed:
"But after thinking about it, isn't it the same for me? I was created by Renlian, maybe I also came from a certain cultivation cabin? It may not be much different from the starfish."

"But today is different. I see that I have ancestors, extending one by one, extending to the ancestors of the distant past. Hey, look at the expressions of my ancestors, dignified and dissolute, graceful and cramped,"

"I seem to be able to imagine a little bit about their lives, their stories..."

Zuo Wu wiped his face: "Although it's not a big deal, I think,"

"I feel like I am no longer a rootless duckweed, as if I have 'roots'. Haha, it turns out that I didn't just pop up out of nowhere, and I have a definite reason. It is because of so many stories of so many ancestors. Born."

Zuo Wu realized that he was a little reluctant to open his eyes, and wanted to say something to the Him in front of him, but when the other party didn't have a name, he had already spoken halfway: "Half percent... Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"You can let us listen to the voice of the dragon, won't it also help me to shield the unavoidable hatred of my own people?" Zuo Wu said: "In this way I can take a closer look at the faces of my ancestors."

"You're welcome," the half-deity's chest straightened out again:

"I just saw a certain part of your heart continuously oozing smoke, and waved it away. Do you want me to help you remove it completely? From now on, you will no longer hate your compatriots. Of course, after removal, your ability to be a container of luck is also Or not."

There is no need to choose, because there are only two pure-blooded humans left in this world, myself and Xi Martyr, but there are still many crises to overcome, and I cannot lose my strength here.

"No, thank you," Zuo Wu said, "How long will it be before I start to hate the faces of my ancestors again?"

"A few minutes."

a few minutes.

But it's too late to take a closer look at the appearance and stories of all of them.Zuo Wu clicked his tongue and looked at the flowers on horseback, his faces were dazzling, and he might not be able to remember anything in the end.

Wait, isn't there another option?

Zuo Wu came up with an idea, and suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster. He opened his eyes and took a quick look at Della. Seeing that Chong Niang was still immersed in listening to the ether dragon, he felt relieved a little, and asked the semi-sacred spirit softly:

"So...you can find my parents, grandparents, grandparents...among so many faces...their appearance?"

This question can only be asked by Della when she is distracted. Zuo Wu listened to her own heartbeat, and showed her...that kind of strange feelings for her parents in front of her daughter, which really makes people feel a little embarrassed.

The semi-sacred spirit nodded readily: "Of course!"

He does what he says.

Zuo Wu felt that he was not ready yet, but the countless facial features in his mind had already begun to whirl, like frightened butterflies swarming out of a cave, forming a graceful vortex.

In a flash.

Zuo Wu saw only six faces, and they came out of the settlement, fluttering lightly, and fell towards him.

fall.

Come on!

Zuo Wu didn't catch his breath, these six faces seemed to be made of glass with a weight of [-] tons, they could easily crush themselves into a pulp; but if they didn't reach out to catch them, they seemed to be shattered into thousands of pieces as soon as they hit the ground , can no longer fight together.

The conflicting feeling made his brain burn, and Zuo Wu opened his eyes in a panic, and when he saw the half-god's concern for a moment, he realized that he couldn't see them clearly when he opened his eyes, so he quickly closed his eyes, and still stretched out his hand.

Of course.

The entity's arms cannot handle hallucinations that can only be seen with closed eyes.

Those six faces were not as heavy as imagined.Zuo Wu was able to breathe, and was able to look at them carefully, watching the six faces fluttering in front of his eyes, watching them grow from youth to age respectively.

Zuo Wu pursed his lips and took a deep breath, trying to relieve the suffocation just now, and seemed to swallow some inexplicable tears.

Suddenly, half a god tugged at his sleeve.

"Yeah, do you want me to help you retrace their lives, their stories, and their relationship?" He asked.

"...No need." Zuo Wu shook his head.

"Why don't you want me to help you with anything!" Half a god was dissatisfied.

Zuo Wu grinned and slowly opened his eyes.I saw the warm light simulated by the infinite magic machine penetrate into my eyes, and I also saw them slowly disappear in the hallucinations.

These are just six faces, six faces that can give oneself a moment of comfort and beauty.This was enough, because Della was still by his side, and Ai Shanshan, Levina, and Ji Zhi were not far away.

"You have already done a lot for me." Zuo Wu just said.

"That's just a matter of raising your hands!" The half-spirited spirit was unyielding.

Zuo Wu was helpless, and joked: "Okay, okay. Then before I feel disgusted with my fellow clan, let me go back and forth? I want to see if there are any princes and nobles from my ancestors."

"Okay, just close your eyes."

Zuo Wu Yiyan, after closing his eyes, saw countless faces in his mind lined up, like soldiers who were about to be inspected by him, and then moved forward quickly.

look.

Zuo Wubian chatted with the semi-spiritual spirit: "You know what? I feel that my ancestors are less than I thought."

"Your ancestors are less than you imagined?!...I didn't kill them!" The semi-sacred spirit quickly shook his head.

"That's not what I mean," Zuo Wu laughed, and the decorations on the faces in his mind became more and more classical:

"How should I put it? When human beings were most critical in ancient times, there were only a few hundred people left in the group, and they were almost extinct. Now everyone is the descendant of these few hundred people."

"But even so, strictly according to the unrelated pairing of two people, one generation in 16 years, four children in one generation, then the number of human beings should have exceeded trillions when they were at their peak. But no, just a few hundred Billion, do you know why?"

"I don't know." Half a god shook his head.

"Because there must be someone who married his relatives without knowing it. Even the probability of marrying relatives is much higher than imagined," Zuo Wu said, "Hey, there were princes and nobles in my ancestors, but why are there still many?" Monk?"

"What is a monk?"

"It's people who believe in some personal gods, half of them... How do you feel about the personal gods we believe in?" Zuo Wu thought of his jealousy of Levina's beliefs before, as if it was a lifetime ago.

"I don't feel it, but you, why do you always pronounce my name halfway? Am I something that I can't say!" He put his hands on his hips, and his dissatisfaction piled up again.

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment: "...I don't think 'Half God' is a serious name."

"But everyone calls me that." He shook his head, walked to the window, looked at the sky, and was sweating profusely with the flesh and blood and the Pope:

"Big Khan, or what you call Liao Yuan's Gray Wind, she should be my mother, right? But she... never took a good look at me, let alone called me a good one."

Zuo Wu opened his eyes, subconsciously glanced at Xiao Hui, and turned his gaze back to him.

The semi-spirit lay on the window, muttering: "Grey Wind of Liaoyuan only called me 'semi-spirit' when he was doing business. If you say this is not a proper name, then I..."

"Stop, stop," Zuo Wu bared his teeth and interrupted, "I'll help you get one."

"But you didn't even think about the name of your second daughter, the contractor of Xi Sha, it's been so long!" His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "I'm afraid you won't sound good."

"No, no," Zuo Wu felt a little ashamed about the second princess, but he still braced himself: "This time I have inspiration."

"Hmm, then... let's listen to it," He clasped his hands, but twitched his toes on the ground, shyly expecting: "If it doesn't sound good, or if it doesn't have a shabby style, I... don't accept it." .”

Zuo Wu felt like he was dripping with sweat.He even wanted to use the horizon to use a random word to deal with it, but when he closed his eyes, he remembered that his horizon had been shattered during the long journey before.

But just close your eyes.

He also saw those bald monks among his ancestors who somehow sneaked in, and his thoughts really flowed like a fountain.

"Do you know that human Buddhism used to have the saying of 'three Buddhas of the past'-the Buddha of the past, the Buddha of the present and the Buddha of the future. Since you represent the past, let me use this 'Buddha of the past',"

Zuo Wuyue said faster:

"The name of 'Past Buddha' is Randeng Ancient Buddha. Let me borrow it and call you 'Ranluo'!"

"Ranluo?" Half a god smacked: "I understand 'Ran', where did 'Ran' come from?"

Zuo Wu looked away slightly, and there was no punctuation in what he said: "The Sanskrit transliteration of Lantern Buddha is 'tihejiluo', so your dill comes from the end of this transliteration..."

"I won't accept it if I don't tell the truth!" He stepped on his feet angrily.

Zuo Wu could only be honest: "Maybe it's Della's influence. In my eyes... you look like a human being of her age... There is also an ancient word to describe a girl of this age, that is Luo..."

The last word was as thin as a mosquito.

But half of the gods were silent for a moment, and laughed: "It's not too bad. Burning radish, burning radish. Okay, it's pretty good."

Zuo Wu opened his eyes: "Burning radish?"

"Eh."

"Burning radish."

"Hmm."

"Burning radish!"

"Oh yeah! Hahahaha," Ran Luo responded again, laughing, "Why are you calling me so many times? How silly."

Zuo Wu just smiled and wiped his nose.

Burning Luo was still poking her cheek at the sky, and after looking at it for a while, she said, "Attention, your dislike for your fellow clan is coming back."

"I know, I'm still looking ahead," Zuo Wu nodded, "Going forward, I don't believe I feel the same way about the ancient apes in the ancestors, or the mammals that lived with the dinosaurs, or even the Kunming fish." disgust."

"You have to try it yourself." Burning Luo shrugged, still looking at the sky leisurely, but remembered something: "Don't go back too fast and too far into the past!"

Zuo Wu forced a smile, damn it, that feeling of disgust really came back, it's a gangrene, and there's no way to get rid of it.The sense of disgust is chasing after me, and it has crushed my perception of Homo sapiens, even the ancient mammals and Kunming fish.

Kunming fish is not innocent?

Zuo Wu wanted to get rid of this disgust, or maybe he wanted to keep the good impression of those six faces on him for a longer time, so he didn't hear Ranluo's reminder for a while, and he was still going back to his ancestors, getting faster and faster , chasing further and further away.

What can most easily exceed the speed of light?
Probably "thoughts".People can be trapped at the same size, but they can let their thoughts reach the end of the universe in an instant.This is probably the most valuable part of being an intelligent creature.

Zuo Wu's mind was also filled with this kind of preciousness.

The speed of going back to his ancestors is getting faster and faster, reaching the extreme.The imaginary age of dinosaurs, and even the remoteness of the existence of Kunming fish all disappeared with a flick of a finger.

With the help of Ranluo, the scattered thoughts are also so orderly.Zuo Wu feels that he has witnessed the birth of life on earth in a short period of time, the beginning of the first underwater life 38 billion years ago, and even surpassed it, and is still moving forward.

go on!
But that disgust is still catching up. After all, disgust is also one of the "precious" thoughts.

Zuo Wu is still moving forward, forward.Life on Earth arose 38 billion years ago, and Earth itself 46 billion years ago.With such a grand scale, thoughts span with a flick of a finger.

It seems that the universe began to become chaotic in the rapid retrospective of Zuo Wu's mind.

Everyone, everyone's matter, comes from the debris of a supernova explosion, and everyone is the dust of the stars.And going back further, all matter comes from that brilliant explosion of the singularity of the universe.

Singularity explosion?

Zuo Wu suddenly came back to his senses, and felt that he had seen the ether dragon lingering in the singularity, but his thoughts were inertial, and he was still moving forward rapidly.

Finally, the report's sharp reed-like thought seemed to pierce something.

Zuo Wu realized that his thoughts went back to the beginning of this round of universe in an instant, as if he saw beyond the singularity.

And Ran Luo suddenly reached out and grabbed her sleeve tightly.

What is the ultimate of the past?
Light the lamp, Tathagata, Maitreya.Past, present, Future.

Reincarnation does not stop, endless life.

Reincarnation?The reincarnation of fate...

The Ring of the End!The ultimate of the past is the future? !
Zuo Wu felt that his brain suddenly exploded, and when he wiped his face, blood was already bleeding from all seven orifices.

Ran Luo said that He is a window that allows mortal souls to see infinite dimensions.

Zuo Wu realized that he seemed to have seen too far, and his brain was nested, like the Mobiusu ring, which was opened.

A voice echoed in his head.

Burning Luo is the past, and He is the window to spy on Gaowei.

Then, as the ring in the future, will it also be used as the microphone for projecting from the high dimension to the low dimension? !
Who is the contractor of the ring?

mirror.

Zuo Wu suddenly turned his head and looked towards the sky beyond this world.I felt as if I saw the back of my head, and the back of my head saw the back of my head, layer upon layer, superimposed infinitely.

But on the other side of infinity, there was a voice, which directly rang in the innermost part of his brain.

It was the voice of Pope Jingfu: "Fengluo? You named him. I think it's good, and it won't lose its place in any religious books, but, haha..."

The pope said softly: "Your appearance and your voice suddenly appeared in my mind, I was taken aback. Hahaha, I was distracted, and I was about to lose the fight with Dahan."

"But you opened a window for me... because of you, the ring contacted me. He threw an olive branch at me and said that he could sign a contract with me. It is the same as the last mirror, 500 years, a glory, and then Annihilation."

"You said...Your Excellency, you said...Should I sign it?" (End of this chapter)