About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"Don't know how to start?" Yayin sat next to him.

"Yeah," Liu Ji said with a wry smile, "I never thought I would be a teacher before."

"Try to think about what the previous teacher taught you?" Yayin suggested.

"In the past? In the past, I probably prepared lessons based on the textbooks and then taught them in class," Liu Ji shrugged, "But I don't have any textbooks."

"Classroom?" Yayin asked doubtfully, "Is it the kind of school where one teacher leads many students?"

"No, how should I put it, the school I went to before," Liu Ji said, "To be precise, there were many teachers who taught different subjects and then took turns..."

"Teaching in turns?" Yayin was a little surprised, "Does that mean there are several teachers teaching one class? It sounds a bit like an aristocratic school..."

"No, that's possible. I've been studying in public schools. There are some families with very rich families, but most of them are just ordinary families," Liu Ji shook his head.

"Public school? Hmm, I don't quite understand," Yayin held her chin up, "Can you explain it to me carefully?"

"Yes, tell me carefully, I have never heard of such a thing," "Mass" emerged from nowhere and placed two cups of shaved ice in front of the two of them.

"Okay, then I'll tell you from the beginning, but the school I went to was really ordinary." Liu Ji put a spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth, thought about it, and started to tell them from the beginning about what he had gone to. 's school.

He talked about it from elementary school to junior high school, and then from high school to university, with some past memories mixed in during the process. However, when Liu Ji was talking about it, he found that he couldn't seem to recall the name of a single classmate. Even his past friends could not recall it. Not a trace of appearance.

He clearly remembered that in the illusion of the Third King Cavalry, he had called an entire address book of friends, but no matter how he recalled it now, the names and voices were all in a daze.

He even doubted whether he really had a phone call with them in his dream, or whether everything was just a false memory woven from subconscious concepts.

He talked quietly, trying hard to recall bits and pieces of the past world, but what he pieced together was just a fragmented puzzle, like a bubble bursting at the touch of a finger, ethereal and in a trance.

Liu Ji was immersed in the dreams of the past, while Ya Yin and "Mass" were surprised at how unimaginable the world he described was.

Almost every civilian can study and study, and there are five days of full-time teaching per week, covering various subjects. Even the tuition fees for colleges and universities are no more than a family's monthly income.

The teachers in those rural schools may be cheap, but at best they can teach literacy and simple arithmetic. The seven or eight subjects Liu Ji mentioned. In this world, only aristocratic schools can meet this requirement.

As for the tuition fees there, let alone one civilian household, even the combined income of dozens of civilian households cannot afford to support one student.

And this also refers to the general aristocratic disciplines.

If magic is involved, the prices offered by mages are even higher for civilians.

And the most important point is...

From Liu Ji's description, it seems that his world has never experienced disaster.

There are natural and man-made disasters, but it has never been like this in this world. Every once in a while, there will definitely be a disaster that sweeps the entire world and is enough to destroy everything.

Mass extinctions have happened before, but the most recent one happened tens of millions of years ago.

"Then, in your opinion, is the occurrence of disaster normal?" Ya Yin suddenly asked.

Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This...maybe related to the existence of magic, but I don't know. After all, the world I was in before had neither magic nor spell power..."

"You mean, maybe magic is the source of disaster?" "Mass" asked.

"It's just a guess, but," Liu Ji shook his head, "At least every disaster seems to be due to a different reason, right? And, the best example, isn't it the red moon above our heads? Without magic, this Planting things will not appear in the world..."

"Well...it's true, I can't refute it," "Mass" said with a wry smile.

"But it's just a guess. After all, I don't know much about magic," Liu Ji shook his head.

As for the evidence for the conjecture, he actually has some conjecture about whether science will destroy the world.

The conjecture is that when technology develops to a certain extent and more and more individuals have the means to destroy the world, the world will one day be destroyed in the hands of an individual.

The world he was in in the past had a short period of technology explosion. No one knew what the future would be like in this world, whether the end of the world would come every once in a while.

But in this world, magic has been around for too long. There are always some talented magicians who can stand on the shoulders of their predecessors and create some shocking things, which will most likely turn into a disaster in the end. .

However, Liu Ji always felt that something was wrong.

Disaster, brave man, magic, world, blessing, curse...

This series of elements seems to be connected in a series, forming some kind of cycle.

"No, why are we talking about these things?" Liu Ji shook his head, "Aren't we discussing language teaching?"

"Oh, yes," Yayin also came back to her senses, "Actually, I just thought of a way."

"Huh? Tell me?" Liu Ji's eyes lit up.

"Anyway, I have to teach you the common language. It just so happens that I will teach you the common language and you can teach me the corresponding Chinese," Yayin said. "I will go into more details. At least the idea can be Isn’t that so?”

"Oh!" Liu Ji suddenly realized, "It can still be like this. It sounds good. Let's give it a try?"

Yayin nodded and took out the courseware she had prepared.

Looking at the book full of courseware, Liu Ji once again recalled the painful memories of learning English.

What I learned this time was not a language that I could understand just by reading it.

After a whole morning, Liu Ji barely finished learning two pages of content. The efficiency was so low that he was not used to it since he was used to learning spells. He even felt frustrated that his mind could not move.

But in the afternoon, this frustration disappeared immediately.

To say why...

Yayin studied with him all afternoon, not to mention two pages. After just learning a sentence, they went back to study the pinyin and strokes.

In one afternoon, she didn't even finish learning Pinyin and Chinese characters. On the contrary, it made Yayin feel a little less confident. Even when Callidora came to ask them to eat, she still refused with a notebook. Let go and take it with you to eat and watch at the same time.

Looking at her appearance, Liu Ji felt extremely complicated.

213. How can one be so virtuous...

After all, apart from him and these brats, no one else in the world can use this language.

In the final analysis, Yayin learned this language solely for his own sake.

What is he capable of...

Are you moved?certainly.

This feeling of being taken seriously by actual actions almost made his heart overflow with emotion.

However, the more this emotion surged in his heart, the more afraid he became. When time took away everything and he was the only one left, the loneliness would overwhelm him like an overwhelming ocean.

That night, Liu Ji stayed up all night.

He spent a whole night following the content of those two pages, extending and broadening it, and finally completed a courseware that ranged from calligraphy to word formation to sentence formation.

Then the next day, he put the courseware and a piece of paper on the table and left alone.

Of course he had to learn the common language, but before that, he had to find someone first.

A brave man.

In Kaga's account, he was called the weakest warrior in history.

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In the early morning, Callidora rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.

Not far away, Mo Wente and Kui Zheng each held an iron bar and beat them back and forth in the open space.

Beside them, "Mass" and a group of potato boys were cheering and cheering, while Yuan was preparing today's ingredients and wood.

"I'm practicing my sword again, um..." Callidora muttered, subconsciously looking around, looking for Ayin's figure.

Soon, she found Ya Yin in the pavilion nearby.

"Huh? Why isn't Liu Ji here? Haven't you gotten up yet?" Callidora muttered and walked over gently.

When she walked to Yayin, she noticed that Yayin was holding a piece of paper and was in a daze.

"Ayin? What are you looking at?" Callidora walked up to her and asked softly.

"Liu Ji left this morning," Yayin said, "saying he had something to do..."

"Eh? He just ran away?" Callidora was stunned, "I thought he would want to stay with you for a little longer..."

"Who knows, but I'm not surprised. After all, he has a lot of secrets." Yayin smiled and shook her head, putting away the piece of paper. "Think about it, we have never met anyone who doesn't understand anything." How long has it been until now?"

"Uh..." Callidora thought for a while and asked with some uncertainty, "How many months?"

"Yeah, just a few months," Yayin nodded. "Back then, he would have vomited for a long time after beating a dog squad soldier to death, but now..."

"Ah, this, the change seems to be a bit..." Callidora said in surprise.

"You know, actually when I saw him this time, the color of his soul had changed a little," Yayin said. "Although he is still the same person, deep down in his soul..."

"What, what's wrong?" Callidora swallowed.

Ayin looked at Callidora, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "There... I seemed to see the destruction of the entire world."

"Ah?" Callidora looked at Ya Yin blankly, not knowing what to say for a long time.

A whole world?

what is this?

Some kind of metaphor?

"Don't look at me like that. I don't know what's going on," Yayin said with a wry smile. "I have never seen such a soul color. Even the tyrant's soul does not have such deep darkness..."

"You mean, what he has done in the past is even worse than what the tyrant is doing now..." Callidora was halfway through her sentence, but she felt that such a conjecture was so outrageous that she could no longer continue.

"Not necessarily, because the color of the soul is greatly affected by one's own ideas." Yayin shook her head. "In fact, although the tyrant's soul is full of blood, it is extremely high. That guy probably really thinks that You are doing something great."

"What about Liu Ji?" Callidora asked.

"He...I can't describe it," Yayin bit her lower lip, "I have to describe it. It's probably like he knew what he was doing and didn't want to do it, but he was still full of regret and destroyed the whole world... "

"Wait, wait, my mind is a little confused," Callidora covered her head, "These are all just guesses now, right? We don't know what happened to him in the past, right, so now we... …Well……"

"No, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to say that we should treat him differently from now on," Yayin shook her head slightly, "He is still the same person, but when he met us, he may have forgotten a lot of things, but now he slowly remembers it, and …”

Yayin said, placing a pile of crumpled waste paper in front of Callidora.

"Huh? What is this?" Callidora looked at the pile of waste paper, unfolded it gently, and looked at the twisted words on it that she had never seen before, and she was a little confused.

"These are all discarded cases that he threw away last night, and I picked them up," Yayin said, taking out another notebook, "These are his finished products."

Callidora looked at the thin pieces of paper, then at the thick pile of waste paper in her hand, then took the pieces of paper and looked back and forth on both sides.

If we want to talk about the content, the content of most of the pieces of paper is clearly the same as a certain page of those thin papers.

The only difference seems to be the beauty of the font and whether there are typos.

"I don't want to say that this must mean anything, but at least, I know that he is not fooling me," Yain muttered while lying on the table, "And, I can only choose to believe him. If even he They are all lying to me, then..."

Callidora looked at Ayin and bit her lip.

Ya Yin said she believed in Liu Ji, but...

How could she believe him? She clearly didn't dare not believe him.

When they escaped from the world over there, Yayin once said that there was only one thing in her life that kept her alive, and that was to watch the traitor die.

Now, the traitor has been defeated by them. Although Yayin didn't say so, Callidora could clearly see that Liu Ji's importance to her has replaced that obsession. It may be a bit too much to give her a reason to live, but it's probably not much different.

"Ayin, have you ever asked him what happened in his past?" Callidora suddenly asked.

"No..." Yayin said softly.

"Ask him?" Callidora said.

Yayin didn't reply, just remained silent.

Callidora waited for a while, but when she saw that Yayin still had no intention of replying, she picked up the pile of waste paper on the table and put it in front of Yayin, and said, "You said it too, didn't you? He is still who he is, you believe him , then ask him, whether he answers or not, anyway, ask him, okay?"

Yayin looked at the pile of waste paper, then at Callidora, finally took a deep breath, nodded slowly and said: "Well... I will ask him when he comes back."

"must?"

"must."

214. Liu Ji tried to swim in the lava

Walking through long corridors full of poisonous weeds, through valleys filled with miasma...

This is a canyon in the Tyrant's territory.