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

Well, in other words, there is absolutely no time to rest during study time, and there is even very little room for distraction.

If it weren't for Liu Ji's strong desire for smooth conversation, he really doesn't know if he would have been able to endure this intense study.

But... Today, Liu Ji didn't know whether it was because he felt a little emotional because of his failed expectations, or because he occasionally wanted to relax under the starry sky. In short, he didn't really want to study today.

So, he thought for a while and said, "Well... let's relax and practice conversation today, okay?"

"Dialogue practice?" Yayin was stunned for a moment and thought for a moment, feeling that it made sense.

Liu Ji has been accumulating vocabulary this week, but he has not actually used these words. Although the spells will not be forgotten once they are learned, not forgetting and being able to use them skillfully are two different things.

But having said that...how exactly should I practice?

After thinking for a moment, Yayin came up with an idea and said, "Then, tell me a story."

"Story..." Liu Ji was stunned, "What story?"

"Whatever," Yayin said, "what it sounds like, what it sounds like, well, but if you want, you can also tell your story..."

"Me?" Liu Ji blinked, "My story is okay, but maybe it's boring..."

"It doesn't matter," Yayin said with a smile, "This is just for practice."

"Oh, that's right," Liu Ji scratched his head, "Then, uh, okay, let me tell you...ahem, this is a very ordinary, very ordinary story.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. Like all the children in the class, he wanted to be a... er, I mean, a great magician..."

57. Times have changed and things have changed.

In Liu Ji's opinion, his previous life was indeed very dull.

I was born in an ordinary family, went to an ordinary public school, studied hard, and got average grades.

My hobbies are graphic novels and games. Well, maybe these things can’t be considered hobbies.

I also play basketball with my friends, but my level is average and I am a standard green leaf on the golf course.

At home, I mostly eat the food cooked by my mother. Occasionally, I cook by myself, but I occasionally turn over the car once or twice, for example, I fail to control the oil temperature and stir-fry the spices.

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Like most teenagers, I am still in the period of my hobby for junk food, but I don’t have much pocket money on hand, and I basically can’t bear to eat in fast food restaurants by myself.

It got better after I went to college, but most of the time I still went to cheap cafeterias.

There was a female classmate who I had a crush on in high school, but unfortunately I only thought about it one way.

After I went to college, I hung out with my roommates all day long. As I was hanging out, I found that all my roommates were in pairs, but I ended up still single.

There are a lot of interesting things in life, but it has been so long that I can’t remember many of them. It’s a bit sad to talk about family and friends. I kept telling them, and ended up telling a lot of straightforward anecdotes.

But having said that, this kind of content is very consistent with Liu Ji's current spell level.

While talking, Yayin was also guiding me. As far as the practice itself was concerned, it went smoothly.

Probably for this reason, although Liu Ji felt that he was telling a completely meaningless memoir, Yayin listened very attentively, nodding slightly from time to time, or looking at the fire, swaying slightly.

Liu Ji spent about two hours telling his story, from the memory fragments of his childhood to the carnival at the end of the college entrance examination.

Although this story spans nearly 20 years, there is not much that can be remembered after deliberately avoiding family and friends.

After the story was told, the night became quiet again, and the crackling of firewood became the only sound around.

After a while, Yayin gently exhaled a breath of white mist and murmured: "It sounds like the people in the story are all living a happy life..."

"Ah? Really," Liu Ji scratched his cheek, "I think it's quite ordinary..."

"This ordinary life is already very happy." Yayin turned her head and showed a meaningful smile, "You...surely, you are from another world."

"Ah?" Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, then smiled dryly and scratched his head, "Haha, you mean, I don't look like a person from this world?"

"Well, from the first time I met you, I knew that at least you are not from the world on the other side of the desert," Yain nodded, "I was thinking at the time, could it be said that this side of the desert is such a happy place? Pure land? How could there be such a simple and innocent person like you..."

"Is there any?" Liu Ji touched his eyebrows, "I feel like I'm not that...well, how should I put it?"

"No, you don't understand how people live their daily lives on the other side of the desert," Yayin shook her head. "Every stranger you can meet may suddenly stab you, even your friends. When danger comes, I can kick you away and just run for my own life. The tyrant's haze hangs over the entire world, and the people under this haze may not be as terrifying as him..."

As she said that, Yayin looked at Liu Ji and said slowly: "You know, when I heard, like in your story, dozens of strangers crowded into the same bus, what was it called? Oh yes, a bus car.

Dozens of strangers could actually squeeze in there, shoulder to shoulder, just for a ride. This kind of scene was simply unimaginable in the world I lived in before.

People will think they are crazy. In such a small space, God knows how many people will die..."

Yayin spoke this long paragraph very slowly, but Liu Ji still only understood a rough outline.

However, it is enough.

He also understood that what he considered vigilance and what people in this world called vigilance were not at the same level at all.

He who can sit on the bus to school with peace of mind every day, in the eyes of people in this world, is extremely naive.

Perhaps, from the moment he met Ya Yin and others, he no longer behaved like a person from this world.

but……

He still didn't know how to answer.

If, according to what the mass said, he was summoned at the same time as the tyrant's invasion, then his absence as a brave man might also be one of the reasons why the world on the other side of the desert was destroyed.

Although Liu Ji doesn't think he needs to be responsible for this, nor does he feel that he has done anything wrong. In fact, even if he is not absent, he will only feel the same as the unlucky guy who took his place as a hero. He doesn't know where to hang up. Inside the ravine.

However, he didn't know if Yayin would think so too.

With uneasiness, Liu Ji glanced at Ya Yin secretly, but happened to meet her eyes.

Suddenly, Yayin asked: "You don't think I will blame you, do you?"

"This..." Liu Ji was stunned, "How did you..."

"How do I know..." Yayin smiled, "Are you actually a 'brave'?"

Liu Ji opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect that Ya Yin already knew what he was still worried about.

"Don't be so surprised," Yayin said, casually breaking off a piece of wood and adding it to the fire, "My teacher was once the last great mystic in the world, and the spell to summon the brave was originally stored in Where he is..."

"Later, he left," Yayin said, looking at Liu Ji, "The original spell naturally came into my hands."

Saying that, Yayin took a deep breath and said slowly: "You know, it even records how to send the summoned brave back to the original world."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Ji felt his heart skip a beat. He froze in place and looked at Ya Yin in shock.

He...he actually had a chance to go back?

And the person who can help him go back is actually beside him?

At that moment, Liu Ji felt that thousands of thoughts were rushing into his heart, such as surprise, excitement, nostalgia for his family, memories with friends, etc...

He almost blurted out that he wanted to ask Ya Yin how he could send himself back to the warm home that he had been away from for thousands of years and had been hidden in the corner of his memory without daring to recall it.

But, the next moment, Yayin's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head.

"I can indeed find a way to send you back, but..." Yayin shook her head slightly with a slightly sad expression, "You have to understand one thing.

If, as recorded, you were a brave man summoned in the last summoning ceremony, then now, thousands of years have passed since then.

I don’t know what the world you were in was like in the past, and I don’t know whether you were able to live for so long because of your race or for other reasons.

So, do you think that if you go back... to a world that has been away for thousands of years, will it be your familiar hometown or another strange world? "

58. This problem is mainly due to poverty

What will the earth look like in 1000 years?

Will people develop harmoniously into a beautiful and equal future?Or will they fight each other and create a wasteland?

Will the rapid development of technology bring human civilization into a new era?Or will resource depletion lead to human destruction?

1000 years.

If we put it in the past, 1000 years would be nothing more than dynasties changing and the country changing hands.

But Liu Ji simply cannot imagine how much modern society will change in the next 1000 years.

Perhaps as Yain said, it will be a brand new world for him.

But... that's still his hometown.

The feelings of family and country in his blood made him long for the future of his hometown deep in his heart.

But to think about it and actually do it requires a lot of courage and determination.

Having to face the vicissitudes of life with his own eyes, looking at the same world without everything he was familiar with in the past, Liu Ji felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

He didn't know if he was mentally prepared to face all this.

but……

In fact, he wants to face it directly now, but it seems that there is no other way for the time being.

Mainly poor.

Although the return magic consumption will not be as exaggerated as summoning, it is not something that a group of homeless people can afford.

Moreover, Liu Ji believes that this "expense" should obviously be borne by himself.

And he is probably the poorest person here, truly penniless, and even the clothes he wears are given by others.

So at least, Liu Ji doesn't have to worry about taking this step until conditions are met.

He still has time and can do more mental rehearsals. When that day comes, he may be able to deal with it calmly.

Looking at the complicated expression on Liu Ji's face, Yayin sighed softly.

In the past, his teacher once commented on the magic of summoning heroes.

He said that this is the greatest magic in the world, but some parts of this magic have a stench, which is the stench of the indifference and selfishness of the arrogant people in power.

In the past, Ya Yinbing didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Now, looking at Liu Ji, she seemed to understand why her teacher said this.

She also understood why the teacher was expelled from that organization for making negative comments about the founder of the Secret Sanctuary.

People who can compile such magic, from the bottom of their hearts, do not treat this brave man from another world, this brave man who wants to save the world's common people, as a human being.

With a faint sigh, Yain picked up a piece of dry wood and put it into the fire.

The two sat side by side, guarding the silent night without saying a word.

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In the swamp not far away, a figure wearing a black robe quietly emerged.

He looked at the stone wall where a faint light shone through, and then looked at the swamp in front of him.

"Another group of rats?" Under the shadow of the hood, an old and indifferent murmur sounded, "Compared to the previous ones, they are more restless..."

As he spoke, he softly recited a string of incantations, raised his index finger, and the giant bottle made of rock floated up from the mud.

"Well, although it is simple, the technique is sophisticated, and it is a good idea." He observed the giant bottle, murmured, and moved his fingers, turning the giant bottle over with the opening facing outward. "Since you are so curious, As a senior, I will let you understand it..."

After that, he moved another finger, and a black monster with a full black beard and a ghoul-like body emerged from the mud.

He stretched out his hand, and a stream of black liquid flowed from his dark cuffs and floated towards the monster.

The black beard on the monster's head suddenly started to dance, and it thrust towards the liquid like welcome rain.

Blackbeard greedily absorbed the liquid, and after a while, he sucked all the long stream of liquid into his body.

Seeing this, the man in black robe nodded slightly, then moved his fingers towards the stone bottle and whispered: "Go in."

The monster glanced at him with several eyes hidden behind the black lines, and then like a slippery loach, it obediently got into the bottle.

The man in black robe recited a curse and rubbed his fingers slightly. The stone bottle immediately closed its mouth and sealed the monster inside.

"Okay, come and collect your prey," he smiled jeeringly, "Just be careful not to become the prey..."

After that, his figure sank into the swamp again, and soon he completely disappeared without leaving a trace in the mud.

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At the same time, on the other side, Yayin turned her head and frowned.