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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 4: The world of thought

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    The flowing water glided by on both sides, and it seemed to express an image of the sinister natural world and the dangerous reality. Mu Long stepped into the world of thought.

    The message obtained from the sense seal is that if you cannot break through your thoughts, you will be trapped here forever, or you will die immediately.  Death?  What a scary word, but would Mu Long be afraid?  Death is not scary, just fear of death.

    "Fear of death" is fear. The fearless Mu Long saw the white entrance in front of him, which was as white as the sun. Why was it white? Mu Long was not interested in reasoning. He just wanted to go forward. Going forward was his interest. Going forward  Hou Mulong knew without looking that there was no way to go, there was darkness, and at the end of the darkness was a dead end that he could not get past. It didn't matter what the material on the dead end was, because Mu Long couldn't get past it.

    The water is rushing by. What is the world in the water?  Mu Long, who was not familiar with the nature of water, was interested in knowing but incapable of knowing.  The white entrance seemed very close, but after walking, I realized it was not as close as I thought. I don¡¯t know how long I walked before Mu Long arrived at the white entrance.

    After entering, you can¡¯t feel anything for the moment you enter. You can only think, but you can¡¯t feel anything. It¡¯s a bit like imagining traveling to another world of time and space.

    The world in front of us is the "real world", a real world, with a throne on the high clouds, and an unknown person sitting there quietly. He looked at Mu Long, and Mu Long also looked at him.  The consciousness came: How many years have passed, and the human race has entered the real world again. I wish you good luck!  .  After he finished speaking, he was as quiet as a statue.

    Mu Long found that he could not take a step forward. In fact, there was a space of oppression and oppression in the world.  It's almost impossible to breathe, it's impossible to breathe, it's fatal!  There was a fine line on Mu Long's brow, and he had a tendency to get angry, but it was useless to get angry. The pressure was as heavy as a boulder, and he couldn't carry it on his back. It was even worse than taking the blame!  A real world that is completely inexplicable and makes no sense.

    Mu Long¡¯s pressure dissipated and he took a long breath.  Can breathe freely.  It was actually happiness. Mu Long smiled and started walking around the big world in front of him.  The scenery is all green prairie.  I thought the grassland was very big.  Unexpectedly, I encountered a big forest after a few steps. Should I move forward?

    The forest was dark and dense, especially the suffocating feeling from the previous space energy.  Mu Long felt painful, painful?  Those who have never tasted the pain at that moment don¡¯t know it. If it is too much like death, pain is more frightening than death. The big forest suddenly lights up, boom!  A beautiful forest fairy kissed Mu Long in the dazzling light. The forest fairy kissed and preached: You are good, you are not in a hurry, you are calm and self-aware. Even if you are facing the misty black forest, there is judgment in your eyes, and the power of judgment is indispensable.  Elusive, like the power of the forest.

    Just as Mu Long was about to speak, he had already stepped out of the forest and arrived at the big world of starry skies. There was still a lingering fragrance in his mouth. Mu Long thought: The forest starry sky has transformed from a real world into a world of illusions. The illusion is me.  Good at it, change it!  The scenery of the forest starry sky turned into a small waterfall sliding down the hill, the beautiful winding streams flowed gently one after another, and the mosquito-free and insect-free bamboo forest and peach blossom world appeared.

    While Mu Long was intoxicated in his fantasy world, the fantasy world was changed. A group of ugly and powerful villains appeared and destroyed all the scenery. They were food-eaters who ate everything they could see.

    Mu Long once heard that the human race said that he could eat all over the world, but today he encountered something that was better than the human race. The fantasy world was eaten up all at once. Mu Long couldn't help but giggle, thinking that transformation was his strength, in order to avoid being eaten by the human race.  After eating, Mu Long turned into a phantom, and as a phantom passed through the animal-eating tribe, there were tens of millions of them, all of them were ugly and huge, and sometimes they would eat each other.

    Leaving the fantasy world, Mu Long appeared in some dilapidated worlds, with afterimages after the dusk and the apocalypse. Mu Long saw a few withered crows screaming, and there were many broken trees, but they were scattered everywhere.  There was a particularly large dead tree. Several human bodies were hung from the dead branches of the dead tree. The human bodies were naked. Some of them were lifeless and dry and flat, but no skeletons were seen. Some of them still had the breath of life, but they were all dead.  Just lingering and gasping for breath.

    Among them was a naked woman with slumped eyes but plump breasts, which was particularly eye-catching. Mu Long took a few steps closer out of curiosity. The naked woman's eyes suddenly opened, her mouth opened and she spit out a knife. The knife hit Mu Long's shoulder.  Jumping back, the naked woman said resentfully: I'm so lucky that I didn't kill you.

    There is no day in this world. Why is it so dark and so heartbreaking? Don¡¯t tell me to comfort me. Don¡¯t bother to piece it together. No one needs to remind me. No one needs to feel sorry for me. There is no end. There is no end. There is no promise. There is no rather.  No, let me be free. There is no happiness more joyful than simplicity. If this world asks me to choose the last kind of happiness, I don¡¯t want to be happy without you.

    You asked me where the farthest place in the world is, and I threw the answer out of the blue sky and landed in your heart. If your love always goes in the opposite direction, and you say you love me, how can I keep up with you?  ??Where is my last true love in this world? I point the clue beyond the sea to my arms. If your heart always closes your ears, how can you listen when I say I love you? Promise betrays promise. Knife.  Betrayal is lingering, piercing my heart but I can't see it. I forget to cry out the pain and forget the grudges. Betrayal is forever. Tears betray my eyes. I love you to the abyss and I still don't change. I would rather believe your deception. Don't let me do anything to you again.  A day of hate

    After the whole summer, the sadness has not gotten better. Driving on the endless highway, I feel like I have left myself. I can't finish a song, and there are still dark circles under my eyes. The hurt of the emotional world is inevitable. No matter how beautiful the evening ends,  In the dark night, I still remember to say goodbye from your mouth as firmly as iron. There is an illusion of the scorching sun in the darkness. The horizon of dusk marks a farewell. When love enters the eternal night, I still remember the heartbroken tears falling from your eyes.  There is an illusion of burning tears in the chaos, the dusk horizon cuts off happiness and joy, and the love has been disillusioned

    We all have times when we can't look away, and there are always actions of neglecting ourselves, but I will definitely remind myself that if there is still tomorrow, we all have times when we are sad, and we never care about this feeling, but I have to grasp every move, if  There is still tomorrow. If there is still tomorrow, how do you want to dress your face? If there is no tomorrow, how will you say goodbye? If you see my hesitation, do you also want to ask me how many things have not been done? If  There is still tomorrow. If there is really a tomorrow, can everything be done? Will everything disappear? If there is no tomorrow

    Of course, I am different from the world, then let me be different. Persistence for me means to overcome strength with strength. If I compromise with myself, if I lie to myself, even if others forgive me, I cannot forgive. The most beautiful thing  The wish must be the craziest. I am my own God. Where I live, I and my last stubbornness will hold my hands tightly and never let go. Is the next stop going to be heaven? Even if I am disappointed, I cannot despair. Me and my proud stubbornness,  I sang loudly in the wind, this time I am crazy about myself, this time I and my stubbornness, yes, those who love me, don¡¯t be nervous, my stubbornness is very kind, the dirtier my hands are, the more shining my eyes are, you  , don¡¯t care about my past, you saw my wings, you said that only after being burned by fire can a phoenix appear, the direction of the headwind is more suitable for flying, I am not afraid of thousands of people blocking me, I am only afraid of surrendering, me and my final stubbornness

    Know people, know each other, know yourself, know each other, and know your heart. The ancients said that this is the so-called close friend. Knowing each other, cherishing each other, loving each other, and remembering each other. My friend, will you always think of me? When will we meet again in what year, month, and day? When can we talk over wine?  Happy memories, many, many, many deep memories, many songs I just want to sing for you. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Boya's piano art was famous far and near. The sunken fish also came out of the water. The horse leaned back and listened, listening to the lonely voice. It was world-famous.  Not as good as a close friend, until Ziqi listened to the piano and understood Boya's state of mind. The scenery of high mountains and flowing water seemed to be spiritually understood. The green mountains and flowing water were as quiet as a mirror. The wordless world was better than the world with words. When I heard Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, the lyrics were not written.  What is playing is the extended sound outside the strings, pouring a glass of wine, holding a fist and expressing concern, and the melody will continue unchanged after thousands of years. When the spring snow melts into the summer landscape, the autumn wind sends me a letter, and the gongs in winter and deep winter gongs on the wall in winter.  In the depth of winter, it¡¯s the four seasons of longing again (to be continued)
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