Raising the Demon

Chapter 2 An Article Determines the World
The old pedant didn't know when he came over and stopped by the side. This eloquent article took only 10 minutes, and it was a quarter of an hour away, and there were still 5 minutes left, which was enough for the old pedant to finish reading.

Who knew that the old pedant stood beside him for a while, but coughed and whispered, "There is a typo."

"Damn, the simplified Chinese characters are too thick!" Zi Baifeng quickly added a few more strokes, sweating coldly.

Only then did the old pedant nod his head in satisfaction, and now this article really cannot be changed.

Zi Baifeng shook his head triumphantly, put the pen on his lips, and looked around.

Just like the examination room in memory.

There are those who write vigorously, those who frown and contemplate, those who regret, those who are elated, those who suffer and hate deeply, but there are none who sleep soundly. There was one before, but now it wakes up.

Seeing Zi Baifeng turned his face to look, a scholar at the next table raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing: "Brother is amazing!"

This is really powerful. After sleeping for a long time in the examination room, I wrote vigorously after waking up, and finished it in one go. However, this kind of heart and skill is not something ordinary people can have.

Of course, brother, I have knowledge, culture, brains and thoughts!Zi Baifeng was born with the appreciation of this brother.

Zi Baifeng handed in the paper and was still smiling, and walked away with his hands in his sleeves, but was patted on the shoulder: "Brother, you forgot something!"

Only then did Zi Baifeng realize that in the ancient examination room, one also needed to bring his own pen and ink...

By the time Zi Baifeng packed up the pen, ink and inkstone table, the people around had already left. When Zi Baifeng came out with crab steps, he saw his father, Zi Jian, standing in the crowd leaning on his wooden bucket. Behind, looking around anxiously.

Xiao Shitou sat on Zijian's shoulders, poked his thin neck and shook his head, and saw Zi Baifeng coming out from behind the crowd, and immediately shouted: "Come out! Come out!"

"Father!" Zi Baifeng waved his sleeves, quickened his pace, and walked forward.

The old pedant's "empty" stick, knocking Zibaifeng's memory fusion, no strangeness to this world, just like going from a familiar city to another familiar city, from one family to another family There.

There is no estrangement, but it is full of novelty.

Of course, in addition to the novelty, there is also doubt.I wonder how I came to this world.

Looking up, the blue sky is bright, the white clouds are long, the breeze is blowing, blowing the robe on the body, being wrapped in the robe, circling around the side, and flying up with a few leaves.

He lowered his head, the ground was paved with blue stones, the green grass protruded out, the square cloth shoes were hidden under the robe, and he was wearing a very clean robe. This must be the so-called Qingjin.

Looking up again, it was my father's eyes full of expectation, asking again and again: "How is it? How is it?"

"It's easy to grab!" Zi Baifeng proudly made a muscle-bright movement, and then looked at his father again.

Zijian got engaged at the age of 14, got married at the age of 16, became Zi Baifeng's father the next year, and is only in his early thirties now.In Zi Baifeng's understanding, men in their early thirties are the age at which men seem to be half acquainted, and their playfulness has just faded away. Some have already married and established businesses, while others are still wandering around.

The man in front of him had a vicissitudes of life, and even his temples were somewhat gray.Zi Baifeng still doesn't know what he looks like, but looking at the man in front of him, he actually looks like a father and son in his previous life, with a medium build, not strong, but not weak.There are no wrinkles on his forehead yet, but the fishtails at the corners of his eyes are deeply pulled into his temples, and when he smiles, it's like a peacock with its gorgeous tail blooming.

This is my father.

Zijian was also looking at his son.

I don't know why, but I always feel that there is something different. The face that was always serious before seems to melt away, making people feel that when he smiles, it is extremely pure, and it must be from the bottom of his heart.

"That's good, that's good." Zijian also laughed. Zi Baifeng felt that someone was pulling the hem of his clothes. He lowered his head and saw Xiaoshi pulling his robe from underneath. He lowered his head. Looking over, he quickly shrank back and said, "Brother, I washed my hands clean, and I didn't touch your clothes..."

Little Shitou's face must have been washed well. His little hands and face, which were always black and dirty before, are now white and clean, but looking at Zi Baifeng's eyes, he is still timid, afraid that Zi Baifeng will scold him.

Zi Baifeng patted his head with a smile, Xiaoshi shrank back, raised his head again, and handed over a bag of buns.

"Brother...the big bun from Hexiangju..." He swallowed and shrank back.

"You must be hungry, hurry up and eat." Zi Jian said, "We've been waiting here since we bought it, you can figure it out."

The fragrant big buns, wrapped in lotus leaves and held in the small hands of small stones, are fragrant.

"Brother, I didn't steal it..." Seeing Zi Baifeng looking at him, Xiao Shitou bowed his head again.

This little guy who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, runs around the mountains and plains every day, dares to go up the mountain to steal wolf cubs, and go into the water to catch big fish, is only afraid of Zi Baifeng's stare.

In the past, Zi Baifeng always talked to Xiao Shitou about the benefits of reading and writing, and then forced him to learn, but Xiao Shitou's heart was not in it. In order not to learn, he was willing to do anything.

As time passed, Xiao Shitou became more and more afraid of Zi Baifeng, for fear of being scolded by him.

But the current Zi Baifeng, recalling what he did to Xiao Shitou in the past, feels that he has gone too far.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xiao Shishi's shaved blue scalp, Xiao Shi shrank his neck and closed his eyes tightly, like a frightened chicken.

It took a while to realize that his big brother's big hand was touching his head. He opened his eyes, looked at his big brother's face from under his big hand, opened his mouth, showed a big smile, and held up the bun in his hand. Get up: "Brother, eat buns!"

What answered him was Zi Baifeng's suddenly enlarged figure.

"Baifeng! Baifeng!" Zijian's cry and Xiaoshitou's frightened cry echoed in his ears, but they gradually faded away.

Zi Baifeng shook twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Wuuu, brother..." Xiao Shitou's cries gradually faded away, and there seemed to be light flowing in front of his eyes, Zi Baifeng felt himself flying, and then passed through a long corridor.

The left and right sides of this promenade are like two movie walls, showing everything in the past.

On one side are elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, and then college students who live in college and sleep until they wake up naturally, with hand cramps from playing games, and college students who are in the dark all day long.

On the one hand, he was unlucky since he was a child, lost his mother at birth, and then escaped from home because of the flood, and finally settled down in a small mountain village, but he was still poor and eager to change his destiny.

These two memories are like two parallel lines that never meet and extend to infinite distance.

Zi Baifeng raised his head. Apart from these two light curtains, there were countless lines extending vertically and horizontally above the black sky. Although it looked chaotic, no two lines intersected.

Each line seems to be a different memory.

And only the memories of these two Zibaifeng are parallel to each other, like the same person in two parallel worlds.

Suddenly, the pitch-black sky burst apart, like a piece of porcelain being broken into countless pieces, each piece dragging countless threads and flying away.

Messed up and scattered.

But there was a fragment with a cyan light, flying towards Zi Baifeng who was standing there.Zi Baifeng looked up, and watched the fragments fall straight into Zi Baifeng's forehead and eyebrows.

At that moment, Zi Baifeng seemed to have a strong attraction, and the two parallel memories, like ribbons caught in a fan, were immediately entangled.

Zi Baifeng understands that this is actually not his own memory, but the "fragmented" memory, only because it happened to pass through the gap between the two memories, and mixed the two memories together, so that he became a Now Zibaifeng.And he is not here at all, all this is only restored through his imagination.

Because what was mixed together was not only the memories of the two Zi Baifeng, but also the cyan fragment.

Zi Baifeng shivered, but his eyes changed again.

No longer countless silk threads, nor fragments all over the sky, Zi Baifeng found himself in a blue light.

It's like the sky and the earth have not yet opened, a piece of chaos, no sky and no land, only blue light shining.

This is in the cyan fragment.

There is a jug of wine in the world, the porcelain piece has not fallen off, it is still on the jug, and they are the wine.

The whole world was originally in order, but who knows when, the world shattered and turned into countless fragments, and one of the fragments was combined with himself.

Then, the world changed again.

The clear air rises and turns into the sky full of sun, moon, stars, clouds and mist, the turbid air descends and turns into a thick earth, and then the world gradually evolves, giving birth to flowers, birds, insects and fish, human beings work and rest, and then flowers and birds become demons, and human beings cultivate immortals. And then, the battle between immortals and demons, all the monsters were slaughtered, and the immortals seized the creation of heaven and earth, built heavenly palaces, and built empires. There is no match in the four-pillared mountain.As the saying goes, prosperity and decline, the extravagant immortals are extremely evil, the aura of heaven and earth is gradually weakening, no new people become immortals, and the number of people who can practice cultivation has reached the extreme, the emperor sits on the throne, and the ordinary people are struggling ...

A moment is a million years.

Then Zibaifeng woke up.

He wanted to speak, but his throat was like rough sandpaper, dry and dull, and his limbs were weak, as if he had been crushed by a hundred elephants.

"Brother! Brother!" Xiao Shitou's voice came, "Uncle, brother is awake!"

Then Zijian's voice came over: "Bai Feng, drink some water!"

After tossing and tossing for half an hour, Zi Baifeng had the strength to sit up from the bed.

(End of this chapter)