Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 432 Anchor

"Be yourself?"

Tyres repeated it in confusion.

But it is extremely confused, such as falling into the fog.

The magic can make a second appointment.

Be self-sufficient.

Compared with the mysterious secrets of God, this rule seems ordinary and ordinary, and it seems that no more explanation is needed.

"A magician, keep your self at all times."

"That's it," the stranger refused to look like a man:

"The rest, understand yourself."

Well, I am leading -

what?

The reaction to Taylors shocked!

He stared at each other with amazement.

Self... comprehend?

Lying in the trough.

This is the next sentence, and immediately let go of the classroom style...

How are you so familiar?

"Wait a minute! You... just like this?"

Tyres widened his eyes and looked at the stranger who seemed to be on the road at any time. He said a few words and tried to keep him:

“Be careful, what is this? I mean, ‘not getting to each other’ is at least a practical code...”

But when Taylors was ready to ask questions, the stranger raised his head gently and looked into the distance.

"You should go," he said, holding his hand, cold and cold:

"They noticed."

Tyres eyelids.

they.

Girls

"So fast?"

The teenager learned the other person's appearance and looked at the blurred sky that seemed to him to be empty.

Sure enough, there is still nothing.

but……

Tyres has a headache and is annoyed:

“Why are they so interested in me...?”

This question silenced the atmosphere for a moment.

After a long while, strangers passed their hands and silently spoke.

"Don't blame them," the strange words are full of indifferent bruises:

"They are like you, poor children."

"It’s just a last resort."

Tyres heard the words and couldn’t help but frown.

what?

poor child? Forced?

Tyres is still ignorant.

"After all, they are already for this world..."

Taylors clearly heard that the stranger sighed after the vague virtual curtain and sounded emotionally:

"The sacrifice is too much."

Sacrifice too much...

Just as Tyres once again frowned on this sentence, his mind suddenly became a spirit!

A long-lost memory appeared in my mind.

It was a simple temple, a dialogue with a goddess.

[He believes that you are different... He believes that you will do better. 】

[He sacrificed too much. 】

Thales squinted in confusion and felt inexplicably familiar.

He sacrificed too much...

sacrifice……

Wait, sacrifice!

Taylors slammed back!

He remembered it.

His breathing is accelerating!

Prince, desert, dungeon, assassin, assault, captive, hostage, alchemy ball...

One by one, a piece of memory floods into my mind, more and more, filling up the part he just missed.

"Ha-ah, ha-ah..."

Tyres gasped and gasped, and he didn't even care about the strangers' eyes.

bad……

bad!

There……

Tyres panicked back to the last scene of the recent...

He didn't accidentally get out of control, he only rose to the threshold, he only slammed the door...

There……

Jodel...the dagger of the solder and the alchemy ball...

The anxiety and tension of the teenager’s heart came to the peak.

The stranger’s words are still going on: “I will help you get out of control and send you to safety...”

"No!"

Tyres suddenly looked up!

He twisted his face and blurted out loud:

"I can't just go back! Can't leave... the so-called 'out of control'!"

The stranger stopped his words and looked at him quietly.

"I remembered it, I felt it," said Tyres's fist, the tighter the grip, the more difficult it is to calm down:

"On the other side, there is something, who is there, and what is still waiting for me."

Thinking of this, he is excited to step forward:

"Tell me, tell me more!"

Tyres glanced at each other and firmly said: "You don't have to teach me what magic is..."

"But you can teach me, teach me how to teach me how to 'keep my self', and how to stay sensible in the state of being out of control."

I must be sober, with the power of the magician...

"they."

"They are waiting for me."

Tyres looked anxious and his eyes were tense.

But the other party only stared far away, did not act, as if not heard.

Taylor’s heart sank.

"This is not something that can be successful once," after a few seconds, the stranger faintly said: "You need to practice, reckless action will..."

"But I don't have time to practice."

Under the tension and urgency, the second prince's tone became more and more excited: "Please teach me... please!"

“Whether it’s in Ahidah or ‘old friend’!”

This time, the other party stared at his extraordinarily long time.

One second, two seconds, five seconds...

But only in the next moment, not waiting for Taylors to react, the illusory scenes of strangers all over the body will be together, and the momentum will be chilled!

The other side stepped forward, and the eyes hidden behind the virtual screen illuminate two glare, if there is substantial penetration.

Straight into the eyes of Tyres, let the youngsters see it!

In the space named ‘critical', the surrounding blurred virtual screens are broken and broken into three-dimensional dense fog.

They are forced to come from all sides as if they were living, and they have narrowed and closed this side of the world, and dyed everything in front of them into darkness, such as the waves of the sea of ​​sea, surging!

Tyres took a step back, but felt that the strangers in front of him were more and more powerful.

"The girls are very good, I can't hide the time for too long."

Unfamiliar life is hard and authentic:

"How much can you understand, how much you understand."

Taylors hasn't had time to express gratitude, and the other party will break the mouth without any delay.

"First, anchor."

In the void of the dark ink, the stranger slowly walked around Tells, and the mysterious eyes that radiated the glare looked at him from different angles.

"You have to find a good anchor for yourself. This is the most direct and most ‘self-keeping method'.”

I haven’t recovered from the shocks in front of me, and Taylors is slightly confused:

"Anchor?"

The stranger’s footsteps stopped behind Taylors.

"I don't like to use metaphors, but even as a younger generation, you are too much, so I can only explain this inequality and rigor."

Taylor's heart moved.

Behind him, the mysterious magician in the void is cold and cold:

"When you wander in the sea of ​​magical energy, you always feel the threshold rise and fall, and the impact is far more than your body."

"You need an anchor that locks you all the time, even when you are in danger, pulling you back from the threshold to the most basic physical state. This is the anchor."

The strange and dense fog around them flowed with the words of strangers, emitting both shimmer and obscuring everything, and letting Tels feel that he was in an unseen sea.

Nothing to do.

The stranger did not waste time and continued:

"Accurate and effective anchor points can not only help you to control the terrible impulses and desires, but also maintain self and reason when you touch the magic energy. It can still take effect after the trick, and pull you back from the irresistible state. State, return to self."

Tyres slightly indulged: "So I need an anchor."

"How to do it?"

The stranger slowly raised a finger, and the colorless scorpion lingered from his fingertips again, and his ambiguous faces now combined to create a phantom.

"In particular, an anchor can be anything - a memory, an item, a feature, an event."

Memory, objects, features, events...

Recognize yourself.

Restrict the impulse.

Stay sane.

Return to self.

Taylors suddenly remembered the inexplicable "trick" six years ago.

At that time, I called myself back to Longyan City from the so-called state...

"But the most important thing is..."

The stranger continues:

"The anchor must point to your ego."

Taylors suddenly glimpsed and immediately raised questions:

"self?"

His thoughts returned to the words of strangers.

Be self-sufficient.

but……

"Self," the stranger nodded, and the streamer flashed on the side of his skull, bringing out a circle of blurred, colorless ripples:

"A few of you can't be confused by others."

The stranger's eyes with strong light flashed behind the blurred face.

"Now, answer me:" His voice became extremely cold and hard, and Tyres had to pay attention to him:

"who are you?"

Tyres was slightly shocked.

"I?"

The teenager consciously replied:

"Amount, Thai, Tyres?"

But strangers suddenly become aggressive.

"Tells? Hey!"

"How do you know that there is only one tays in the world?"

He speeded up his speech and asked coldly:

"If I tell you, the south bank of the stars one hundred and twenty-three years ago, in the bad bar of a port, is there a bad sailor called Teres?"

"Is the anchor point to point to you, or is he?"

Tyres was amazed when he became compact.

Strangers cold channel:

"As I said, the ego is something that you can't be confused with the other."

"Tells, this name you have used for more than ten years, is it your real ‘self’, or is it the label that others think you are ‘self’?”

Taylors only felt that his breathing was getting more and more urgent.

"So come again, who are you?" The stranger screamed.

The strange fog around it has not been scattered for a long time.

Gloomy and bleak.

Tyres bit his teeth and took a deep breath:

"Well, then... I was born in the end of 665 years, born in the lower city of Yongxing, the first half of the unfortunate Taylors comet?"

He looked up and looked at the stranger temptedly.

“Hey, the content has been added, the scope of the label has been narrowed down, and the anchor point is convenient. It seems to be very effective, but the problem is, if it works...”

The stranger was slightly indulged at first, but he felt a bit of a sigh.

"Why don't you just throw a three-foot-thick character biography?"

Taylors moved his eyebrows.

The tone of the stranger is quite disdainful:

"The longer the kite's line is, the harder it is to control. You give the anchor such a heavy load. Maybe it just positioned to '665 years', just after the storm broke."

Taylors frowned with a headache.

Strangers make people feel cold and fluent:

"Self! What you need is a precise definition, not a redundant description and multiple labels. You are like the protagonist in the rotten knight novel, and you have a lot of seemingly powerful treasures in front of the enemy. And the title, but none of them really belong to him."

The stranger bent down, and the vague face was almost on the tip of the nose.

His eyes are still glaring, and people can't open their eyes:

"Come on again...you...is...who?"

The boy looked at him nervously.

The thick fog and the huge waves around him seem to indicate the emotions of the other party at the moment.

It also puts Tyre's pressure on it.

Tyres took his heart and gnawed his teeth: "Well, I am - the magician Prince Teres?"

"Can't you confuse it?"

Hearing the word, the stranger was silent for a moment, slowly straightening up.

“Very good, this ‘self’ seems to be unique, but ah,” just listen to strangers and scream:

“Is it really accurate?”

Tyres is a glimpse.

"The three parts are so difficult to understand. Is the self that your anchor point is directed to be a 'magicist', or a 'Tells' or a 'prince'?"

The other party shook his head:

"Second, your true self, can you generalize with these three words? The magician Prince Teres?"

The stranger snorted and continued to ask:

"So, the last time, who are you?"

what?

Tyres, who has been hit, is depressed.

Anxious and tense feelings, repeated oppression and interrogation, and the subsequent refutation, let Tyres have no chance to take a breather, only a fog.

He can no longer care about the raging fog of the other side of his body, and he has no time to take into account the strange scene in the critical.

"I do not understand."

"How do you determine the anchor point to point to the ‘self?”

Cherish the last chance, and Tyres calmly and seriously asks strangers:

“And what is ‘self’?”

The boy shook his head honestly: "I really don't understand."

The stranger seemed to have expected his question and snorted.

"Because it is harder than I thought."

The mysterious magician raised his hands and raised his voice:

"In this world, most people have difficulty recognizing themselves."

With his words, the dense fog and the ink wave in the critical space let go of the space, the colorless waves in the void to create a scene of mini scenes.

That is countless individuals who have no face.

From birth, growth, work, achievement to death.

It is their illness and death.

“They rely on a dazzling array of labels to live in the world – name, occupation, appearance, achievement, identity, status, blood, relationship, title, power, wealth, goods...”

Tyres stared at his performance.

The stranger moves his hands and the illusion changes:

"Some labels are given directly by others, and some labels are chosen by themselves."

"But no matter what others refer to and self-confidence, self-convincing by established habits, self-defining by position, they often fall into external traps, thinking that the object represented by the label is their own, but never knowing the real What is self?"

label……

self……

Taylors frowned and couldn't understand.

"Put the anchor point to a meaningless label and think that it is the self, expecting these things to take you home..."

The other party’s fingers trembled, and the picture in the colorless waves crashed!

Shocked Tyres.

The words of strangers have a touch of alienation:

“In history, many people have lost in this step, disappeared into nothingness, and never returned—we call it the 'missing anchor'.”

"A person who is strong in the will, once he has gone the wrong way, is nothing but a mistake."

Wrong anchor...

Lost...

At that moment, Tyres felt that he had caught something, but looked back and thought, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

He painfully scratched his hair:

“Isn't the label? Is the anchor point not on the label?”

"Where should I be?"

The stranger snorted and seemed to disagree.

"I don't know," the other stared at him coldly, and the blurred face seemed to have a cold light:

"You tell me?"

Ok.

Looking at each other's appearance, Taylors rubbed his head in a headache.

He is obviously not the kind of person who likes to give the answer to the students.

In the mysterious threshold, the stranger looked at Taylors deeply and turned around.

"‘Keep your self,’ so far,” he left the boy with a lonely back:

"As for how much you can understand..."

Taylor was shocked!

"and many more……"

But the other party did not return, and they would not enter the dense fog.

At the same time, Taylors also felt that everything around him was dissipating.

As if he was leaving soon.

Tyres was anxious.

Damn it!

Anchor, self... What exactly do these mean!

He stared at the back of the stranger's slowly disappearing, thinking about it, at least he had to find a way to stay with him...

In order not to forget, in order to stay sensible.

Find the anchor point when you are out of control or rising the threshold.

The anchor points to the self and can pull me back...

and so……

From the anchor point to the self, for example, it is like when I sailed in the sea, I dropped it...

and many more.

For example?

Speaking of this, the boy suddenly saw a glimpse.

He looked up and stared at the dense fog that gradually dissipated into the critical.

"Guide!"

Taylors subconsciously blurted out.

At that moment, the dark fog of the whole body seemed to be conscious, and it trembled!

The stranger turned back and the dense fog no longer dissipated.

He fixedly looked at Tyres.

I saw the latter gasping and asked:

"You - you are the leader of Ahidah, are you?"

well……

At least... I left him.

Tyre has a heart.

In the face of Taylor's sudden questioning, strangers seem to lack preparation.

He moved slightly, and the vague face trembled.

After a few seconds, the stranger asked quietly:

"why?"

Tyres slowly vomited and felt the memory of slowly recovering.

“Aichda said that he hates the metaphor,” said Tyres, one word at a time:

"You don't seem to like it either."

The stranger did not speak.

But Taylors thinks this is the default.

"Why, why is it a metaphor, why do you hate metaphors?" Taylors asked abruptly and then realized that it was not right.

He looked down on the exact expression of a stranger and could only feel the sudden change of his eyes after the virtual screen.

But he doesn't seem to be offended.

"Because," the stranger said in a strange tone:

"In the most serious and equal discussion, the use of metaphor is a lazy and tricky."

Tyres felt a touch and felt something touched.

Just listen to strangers and continue:

"It relies on the common point of one-sided connection to connect the ontology and the metaphor, but it is easy to obscure the essence and context of the thing, to condone the speaker, to mislead the listener, to understand the exile to the appearance of the metaphor, and to unwittingly distort the original appearance of the thing."

"It is a squad of sophistry and empty talk, the vanguard of deviations and misunderstandings."

Strangers are indifferent:

"In a similar way, the metaphor and the ontology may not be common; even if they are easy to understand, the understanding gained through the metaphor may not be in line with the original intention."

At that moment, Tyres shook a little!

He understood what.

Taylors subconsciously spoke, learning the other's sentence pattern word by word, but changed the object:

"In a similar way, labels and selfs are not necessarily common; even if they are easy to understand, the self obtained through the label is not necessarily the true self."

Tyres is dull.

The stranger did not answer, just staring quietly.

With the words that are slowly being spoken, the young people’s ideas are getting more and more smooth.

With a little eagerness and excitement, he looked at each other: "So, to anchor yourself, what you really need is actually to remove all external labels."

"Remove what you said 'the things that are confused by others.'"

"Because those labels also blur the essence of things, blurring what is self, right?"

The stranger is still speechless.

Tyres has a bright look, and he has repeatedly asked: "They are like the metaphors from other similar objects. They contain not too much or too little content. The situation is biased and cannot represent the self?"

Tyres’s thoughts are getting clearer and clearer, and he punches his hand in the palm of his hand:

"So, I can't rely on the outside world to set the anchor point to find myself, which will be 'missing anchor'."

“Just in the most serious discussion, you don’t like to use metaphors to convey ideas, which will ignore the situation and distort the essence.”

The stranger looked at him quietly.

In the thousands of thoughts that the magic can make, a few special thoughts float.

Maybe you are right, Ahida.

He is really different.

Not his blood, not his origin, not his qualifications.

But...

Thinking of this, the stranger snorted:

"The irony is that this is also a metaphor."

It seems very disdainful.

But he did not at least deny it - Tyres silently.

This means...

At that moment, Tyres frowned.

"Be careful."

He subconsciously repeated one sentence.

“‘Unable to be confused by others’,” the prince raised his head thoughtfully:

"So it means this."

The stranger raised his arms and his face was so low that he felt that he was smiling.

I have to find, in this world...

The original book, completely complete, is indeed true, only belongs to my things.

"Because the other is hell."

Taylors is in a hurry.

The stranger’s voice is full of doubts:

"what?"

Tyles woke up and shook his head: "Nothing, just a crazy word called Sartre's old man."

The stranger nodded and the dense fog around him began to dissipate again.

"Let's go," the mysterious magician faintly said: "Back to the most violent out of control."

"Test your anchor."

"If you succeed, keep your senses and self in a state of out of control, and you won't get lost, then you will formally settle down in the 'things' stage and become a 'contact' – even though I think the magical stage is against you. There is no applicability."

Tyres’ expression was tight, and he remembered the companions who were still on the other side, who did not say anything.

But when things arrived, he hesitated.

"If I failed?"

The stranger sneered aloud:

"If your anchor fails... then you will repeat the same mistakes, madly rising to the threshold, until the door, waiting for the two girls to find you..."

Tyres frowned.

"What's more, because you are starting from a critical point, so the next accidental trick will only be more intense. I think you are likely to be completely lost in this state and become a broken kite."

Tyres listened at a glance and struggled to understand the other side's words: "A broken kite?"

"So where will I go?"

The stranger shook his head.

"do not know."

The momentum around him changed, and the words followed:

"Because no one has come back."

——

Ai, mom, forget the burglar!

The skeleton of the next chapter has already been set up. I have just written more than 2,000 words. If this progress is made, it should be updated at twelve o'clock.

This chapter deals with the French existentialist philosopher Sartre (not the invincible monster in the dota2, Dasate! Dasha does not delete, dota will die - cough, wait for me to practice Chen, then come back and kill you all. !) In the era of arrogance, his thoughts influenced a generation. Of course, I prefer his lover (manual squinting).

(End of this chapter)