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

"I'm not sure yet, but," Liu Ji said, "take your time and you'll find a way."

"Take your time," Yayin said, sitting up straight, clapped her hands and said, "Okay! Then continue studying! You have to continue to improve your Chinese!"

"Ah, well, come on," Liu Ji said, "Oh, unfortunately, if you need to condense sentences, ancient poetry may be good, but I really don't remember much in this area."

"Ancient poetry?" Yayin asked doubtfully, "What is that?"

"Let me think about it, I may still remember some of Li Bai and Du Fu, as well as some scattered sentence patterns and idioms. Hmm... wouldn't it be difficult to learn so many words in one breath?" Liu Ji hesitated.

"Try telling me a paragraph?" Yayin asked.

"Uh..." Liu Ji thought for a while and recited a Jingye Thought.

Although I memorized a lot of things in high school, to this day, I still only remember these poems that were engraved in my DNA when I was a child.

After listening to Liu Ji finish reciting, Yayin blinked her eyes, looking confused, obviously not understanding.

"Ah, it's indeed a bit early. Well, let me think about it, I'd better continue to learn more words first..." Liu Ji scratched his head.

"No, wait, this sentence pattern is interesting," Yayin said, "say it again?"

"Ah, okay," Liu Ji nodded and recited it again.

Yayin touched her chin and asked, "Can you write it down? Also, I want to know the specific meaning."

"It's okay..." Liu Ji touched his chin and thought for a while, "Well, then, how about our topic today is to study this poem?"

"Okay," Yayin nodded.

"Well, that's good," Liu Ji nodded, took out a pen and paper, and wrote sentence by sentence on the paper.

As a seven-character quatrain with only four lines, it is not difficult to learn the entire poem even with Ya Yin's writing skills. Liu Ji followed the words on the paper and explained it word by word. It didn't take long for Ya Yin to be able to learn it. I read the entire poem smoothly.

After reading it, Liu Ji explained to her the meaning of the whole poem bit by bit. To be honest, Jingyesi is actually quite vernacular based on the literal content, and it is also very simple to understand. Perhaps because of this, its depiction is The scene is extremely clear, and the subject is extremely clear, but it carries an unparalleled vividness that can naturally bring people into the scene.

It didn't take long to teach the entire poem, but after that, Yayin fell into deep thought alone, repeating this poem over and over again, which Liu Ji had been familiar with before he even entered elementary school. Almost everyone in his hometown knew it. of ancient poetry.

Liu Ji didn't disturb him. He couldn't be more assured of Yayin's learning ability. He just stood aside silently, doing his homework in Common Language.

Unknowingly, a few hours passed quietly, and the night was already deep. In the quiet night, under the white moonlight, I could only hear Ya Yin's gentle voice reciting poetry...

Ok?

wrong……

White moonlight?

Liu Ji was stunned, looked up, and found a small full moon hanging on the top of the room, emitting a pure white light.

What Ya Yin read in her mouth was no longer the ancient poem, but a seven-character quatrain incantation that Liu Ji couldn't understand.

230. Calling formation is an art

Almost all Chinese people know that Jingye Si is a homesick poem, and it is also one of the literary works that people most easily think of when they talk about homesickness.

Maybe when I was in school, I read Quiet Night Thoughts, Nostalgia, etc., which was just ordinary reading. It means that I understand that there is such a thing as homesickness and understand what homesickness is. But when it comes to personal experience, then few people can. understood.

But when you are wandering outside after work, and you really want to go home but can't, you will have a different experience betting on these things.

However, after all, modern society is different from ancient times. It is said that there is some experience. If they really make up their mind to go home, most people can still take some holidays to go back and visit. After all, it is difficult to understand the feeling of the ancients who could not return home for several years.

But Yayin is even different from them. It's not that it's difficult for her to return, but she can no longer find her home.

Does she have a hometown?

What is your hometown?

place of birth?Where did you grow up?A place that holds the past?

Maybe they are, or maybe the definition is different for everyone.

For most people, hometown is always a fixed place, a piece of land, a scenery, a smell, some sounds...

But for people in this world, for some people who have been constantly on the move since birth, the place that carries the hometown in their hearts may not be a piece of land, but a group of people, a place to stay, and maybe even, It's some kind of pursuit...

Where is Yayin's hometown?

Liu Ji, who has seen the memories of the Third King's ride, knows very well that for Yayin, her hometown does not belong to a certain piece of land.

She almost died when she was born, and has been wandering around for as long as she can remember. If she wants to say where her hometown is, then it is probably just the desk next to her teacher, a group of warm lights, a group of classmates, and a group of students. Put up a tent...

And there, it is no longer just a matter of not being able to go back.

Liu Ji wasn't sure what kind of memories this poem evoked in Yayin, but...

Looking at the bright moon floating in the room, Liu Ji felt endless sadness and nostalgia, as well as the helplessness of a small boat floating on the ocean with nowhere to dock.

Yayin's understanding and emotion of the poem were completely integrated into this bright moon, and were concretely presented through magic.

Spectacle.

But the heavy emotions really left Liu Ji no time to sigh for this spectacle.

Because he couldn't feel this emotion.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, even if he returns to his hometown, will he be able to find where his "hometown" is?

I romantically looked forward to the place where my memories were placed, but when I set foot on that land, what was waiting for me was a strange place that was not even remotely similar to my memory. Compared with seeing the destruction of my hometown with my own eyes, It's just less anger and more powerlessness and sadness.

The two sat together, leaning on each other, looking at the little moon quietly, as if there was a shadow of their dreaming hometown hidden in the moon.

Outside the room, Callidora and Mervent were also watching the moon quietly.

Originally, the two of them were thinking about Yayin staying up late every day recently and wanted to bring her some food. But when they walked to the door and looked at the moon, they couldn't take a step.

Tears slowly flowed from the corners of Callidora's eyes.

Mowente held the handle of his knife tightly, and could vaguely hear the soft sound of the blade and scabbard touching.

On the city wall not far away, Lim was lying on the edge of the wall, looking at the ball, his eyes wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And "Mass".

He sat alone in the basement, staring at the pure white sword in front of him.

As he said, the entire desert is his eyes, and even here, he can still gaze at the full moon.

But now, the memories that appeared in his mind were obviously not the hometown of "Mass".

And a world completely different from this world, where everyone admires swordsmanship.

The night wind was howling, and no one could sleep that night except the potatoes who knew everything...

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Early the next morning, Liu Ji let out a sigh of relief after covering Yayin with the quilt.

This night, he finally felt how terrifying the power of ancient poetry as a form of mantra was.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the content of the poem itself, but at least it proves the potential of this form.

That is, next time Liu Ji reckons, he will have to change his poems to other themes. Things that he usually doesn't want to think about are forced to unfold before his eyes. This kind of immersive experience of suffering, hatred and hatred is really not very interesting.

However, it's not all bad.

At least one belief can be strengthened.

The belief to settle grievances with the world.

Lying on the chair, Liu Ji closed his eyes, and his thoughts and power instantly traveled through space and came to another body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a big face stood in front of him.

"What?" Liu Ji asked.

"Ah...what should I say," Anwada straightened up and scratched his head, "You have no breath at all. I thought you left a puppet and ran away..."

"Really, maybe that state will be a bit like a puppet," Liu Ji stood up, "But it's very useful, isn't it? If necessary, I can even turn this body into a piece of sand."

"Well, indeed," Anvada nodded.

"So, we were waiting here early in the morning. Have they made any move?" Liu Ji asked.

"Of course, the response is quite fast. After all, we took two of them yesterday," Anvada shrugged. "By the way, my room was sent to a different space yesterday, so I had to come to you."

"Ah?" Liu Ji was stunned. He subconsciously expanded his elemental vision, only to find that the room next door had really disappeared out of thin air, and the sharp fractures left around him looked like laser cutting.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a bit ungrateful?" Liu Ji's brows twitched, and his feelings were so intense that he was in the next room. If he were to be taken in, he would have to run 360 miles to this side.

"Yeah, after all, we have already touched their people. At least for a while, we will be beaten by them," Anwada spread his hands.

"A period of time?" Liu Ji's brows twitched, "You mean they won't care about it after a long time?"

"Well, that's about right. After ten days and a half, they probably won't care anymore," Anvada said, "Is it surprising?"

"No, how should I put it? It's quite their style," Liu Ji's mouth twitched, "So you felt it in advance?"

"Well, my senses are quite keen in this regard," Anwada said, "I just couldn't feel your breath at that time. It scared me so much that I thought you were in trouble."

"I, um, actually you don't have to worry about me. If my body dies, I'll probably bring another one over, but it will only take a little more trouble," Liu Ji said, "But they didn't succeed, didn't they continue to pursue it? ?”

"Oh, even if they don't dare to meet me head-on," Anwada smiled, "I guess they have shrunk somewhere now, well, but yes, it's a little troublesome. They know we are here. What if next? If I can’t find them, I’m afraid it will take a lot of time…”

"Well, no, it's actually not too difficult to find them," Liu Ji said softly.

"Huh?" Anwada raised an eyebrow, "Can you find them?"

"There is a subtle feeling, but it's not enough," Liu Ji whispered, "We have to find some loopholes. The stronger their murderous intention towards me, the more I can feel where they are."

"Killing intent?" Anvada was stunned, "Can you feel such a mysterious thing?"

"I couldn't before, but," Liu Ji let out a long breath, "To put it simply, if I hang Wang Qi with this body, I can get some, how should I say, very special abilities from them."

"Is this the third king's ability?" Anwada frowned slightly, "Perceiving other people's murderous intentions towards her... Hey, it goes well with her ability, but it's too mysterious. Magical logic can achieve it. Such a thing?"

"Then I didn't know," Liu Ji shrugged, "Their abilities are somewhat strange, aren't they?"

"That's true," Anvada touched her chin and nodded.

Liu Ji did not respond.

In fact, in the past, he was just as confused as Anvada about the abilities of the kings, but since he recovered his memory, he knew exactly what was going on.

That is the power from the origin of the world.

Time, space, deduction, consciousness, although the effect of each item is very limited, they are indeed things that are extremely difficult to influence through arcana logic. Only the power from the origin of the world can control these things as freely as arms and fingers.

But the question is why they have the power of world fragments.

If possible, Liu Ji would like to talk to the tyrant and ask him what he did to the previous world.

And why is he like this? He obviously has such power, but he is willing to work for a group of vegetative people.

Who is the god that the vegetative people pray to? Is there any connection with the divine army that came when the world was destroyed?

Unfortunately, the tyrant is obviously not a talkative person. There are some things that you are not qualified to pry out of his mouth unless you are on an equal footing with him.

"So, it's time for us to go out," Liu Ji took a deep breath and stood up. "What kind of place do you think is suitable to induce them to attack us? Streets and alleys?"

"Do you think they are gangsters from where they come from?" Anwada said with a wry smile, "Well, if I have to say it, it's probably where we can relax our vigilance the most..."

"Drinking? But will it seem that we are a little big-hearted if we go to drink directly now?" Liu Ji asked doubtfully.

"Then, how about we run?" Anvada said.

"Run?" Liu Ji touched his chin, "Well... to be fair, isn't that what they want? Will they chase him out?"

"Let's try it. If it doesn't work, let's come back. Maybe we can bump into them and cause trouble?" Anwada suggested.

Liu Ji thought for a moment, but still shook his head and said, "It's not good. It feels like this will completely put them in the dark and we will be in the light."

"Fighting them has always been like this," Anwada shrugged. "It's harder to catch them in the open than to reach the sky."

"Maybe, but...well, give me some time," Liu Ji said, closing his eyes.

"Huh?" Anwada looked at Liu Ji doubtfully.

Although Liu Ji said he had to wait, he clearly felt that there was no energy fluctuation in Liu Ji's body. He seemed to be just sitting there, not doing anything.

After about a few minutes, Liu Ji opened his eyes.

"Huh? Are you ready?" Anvada asked.

"No, failed, try again," Liu Ji said, closing his eyes again.