You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

He ran and ran, across the ridges of fields, across the woods, across the mountains and rivers, not even bothering to pick up the shoe he lost, and not daring to stop even when blisters formed on the soles of his feet.

I don't know how long I ran, but the scenery around me gradually changed. The green trees turned into withered branches, the grass turned into gravel, the air became colder and colder, and I could see white mist coming out of my mouth when I breathed.

He ran into a snow-capped mountain.

The mountains and fields were covered in white, leaving only a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth.

He staggered up the mountaintop, but finally couldn't run anymore and collapsed onto the snow, panting heavily.

It was very quiet all around, with only the sound of the wind howling.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white fox huddled in the snow, shivering all over, its dark eyes staring timidly at him.

He took a braised duck from his pocket, handed it to the white fox, and said softly, "Here's a braised duck for you. I hope it helps you get through this winter."

The white fox sniffed it, then carefully picked it up and huddled in the snow, nibbling at it in small bites.

Qi Fei, watching from the side, was speechless: "Good heavens, this can even connect?"

From water fairy to braised duck, and then to snow mountain fox, the train of thought in this fantasy world is quite unique.

"Anything can happen in an illusion," the sword said. "Your thoughts are quite peculiar."

Before the words were finished, time flew by in the illusion.

Tong Daoren eventually found refuge in a remote town and settled down again. One evening, as he was sitting in his room lost in thought, the door was suddenly kicked open.

A woman stood in the doorway, her face stern, and bluntly asked, "Did you rescue a fox on the snowy mountain?"

The Taoist priest was startled, but his face lit up with joy as he said, "Could it be... that you are that fox?"

Did he encounter a white fox repaying a debt of gratitude?

The woman's lips curled slightly, revealing a strange smile.

"No, I am braised duck. I want revenge!"

Before the Taoist priest could react, everything went black, and he died again.

Next time, he learned his lesson.

This time, he carefully bypassed the pond, ran all the way to the snow mountain, ignored the white fox curled up in the snow, and left without looking back, clutching the braised duck.

After spring, the door was kicked open again.

It was the same woman, the same cold face, and the same blunt question: "Have you ever saved a fox on a snowy mountain?"

This time, the Taoist priest was more experienced and spoke first: "Could it be that you are that braised duck?"

The woman's smile became even more eerie.

"No, I am a fox. You deserve to die for standing by and watching someone die!"

The Taoist priest died again.

The next time, the Taoist Master learned a new trick.

He rescued the white fox, then respectfully placed the braised duck on the snow, clasped his hands together, and bowed three times, muttering, "Peaceful coexistence, peaceful coexistence." He thought to himself, "This time, surely there won't be any problems?"

After spring, the door was kicked open again.

Have you ever rescued a fox in the snowy mountains?

"Are you a fox?"

"no?"

"So you're braised duck?"

"I am a snow-capped mountain!"

Then the person who had spoken turned into a snow-capped mountain and crashed down with a thunderous roar.

The Taoist priest was buried again.

Time and time again. The Taoist priest tried every option: save the white fox, and he was killed by the braised duck; don't save the white fox, and he was killed by the white fox.

He saved the white fox and then the braised duck, and then the snow mountain came; if he didn't save the white fox or the braised duck, he would have them both come to take revenge on him.

He even knelt before the white fox and begged for mercy, but the white fox, finding him spineless, still killed him.

I've tried everything, and I've experienced every possible way to die.

He was unable to break the deadlock.

In the end, Tong Daoren gave up completely.

He staggered up the snow-capped mountain, lay down on the snow, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

Snowflakes fell one by one onto his face, accumulating thicker and heavier.

He lay there, as if he had finally figured something out, and took a stone from his pocket, carving a line of words crookedly beside him:

"The 'deceptive' is unreasonable and cannot be killed."

He categorized all the inexplicable and deadly things—water fairies, white foxes on snow-capped mountains, braised duck, and snow-capped mountains themselves—into two words: mysterious.

Then he closed his eyes and let the snowflakes bury him.

My breathing became slower and slower, and my body grew colder and colder.

Finally, they froze to death.

However, he soon opened his eyes again.

He came back to life again and again, still the child with an axe at his waist, still standing on that familiar path, the pond still lying quietly by the roadside, its surface as calm as a mirror.

Everything starts from scratch. He needs to confront the so-called "twisdom" once again.

"Human, if you were in my shoes, what would you do?" "Sword" suddenly asked.

Qi Fei stared at the line of words left by the Taoist Tong in the illusion, thought for a moment, and said:

"The 'trick' he mentioned is like a blind man touching an elephant's leg and getting kicked to death by the elephant, thinking that the pillar can kick people."

"If it were me, I would try throwing the white fox and the braised duck into the pond and see if a golden duck and a golden fox would emerge from it."

"Sword" paused for a moment, then said with a hint of admiration, "Human, you truly are worthy of this. You actually had this kind of choice."

Qi Fei continued watching the figure of Tong Daoren being tormented, his expression gradually becoming serious:

"Although he could recognize that the world before him was not the real world, and saw the gap between 'name' and 'reality,' he dared not question the whole world."

Tong Daoren knew there was a problem with the pond, a problem with the fairy, a problem with the white fox, and a problem with the braised duck.

He adjusted his response time and time again, trying different ways to please or resist, such as saving one person instead of another, or hiding somewhere instead of running away from here.

But he never considered that perhaps the world itself had a problem.

If he doesn't realize this, he will never escape this illusion.

"Questioning the world and doubting the world requires great wisdom and courage," Qi Fei said. "I remember I used 'using illusion to counter illusion.'"

If the world is absurd, then make it even more absurd. When absurdity reaches its extreme, it will naturally make people realize that something is wrong with the world.

Previously, in the illusion of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", he chopped up salted duck, opened a workshop, manufactured weapons, and fought a magnificent interstellar war with the salted duck.

That was impossible and didn't make sense. But because the world itself is fake, everything he did became possible.

When he faced endless braised ducks amidst the sea of ​​stars, anyone would know that something was wrong with this world.

"Let me check on the others." Qi Fei withdrew his consciousness, returned to his physical body, and placed his hand on another mountain peak emitting a yellow light.

This time, he entered a dreamlike illusion.

Upon entering, they found Ruyan and a dozen muscular men engrossed in a fun game.

It's very explicit and violent.

Qi Fei: "..."

Wow, I saw a live broadcast as soon as I walked in.