The historical puppet stage play of the apocalyptic world made others nervous.
This situation is perfectly normal.
For example, some people watch a scary slasher movie at night, and when they sleep, they are always afraid that the horror plot in the movie will happen in the room, and the killer will attack, and they will be another miserable protagonist.
But in front of me, there is indeed something similar and weird, no, it is too similar.
The first contradiction.
1. Since we want to promote martial arts civilization, why do we secretly promote it? Isn’t it good to directly pass on the foundation of the martial arts system to the people of this era?
Don't say that you failed in the battle in the old days. Now let them deduce new martial arts possibilities on their own.
There is still a contradiction on this point.
Even if you really want to deduce a stronger martial arts system, why not use the destiny charts of the old martial arts systems and various martial arts foundations as a reference?
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2. The identities of some people overlap, and two people appear.
Zhu Qi thought about it and found a truth that could perfectly resolve this contradiction.
The first point is that because it is a doll repeating the process of history, it is not directly informed to the martial arts system.
As the protagonists and scenes of the stage play progress through time, the system will appear on its own.
In the apocalyptic world back then, the same was true for the God of Dream Clothes!
The second point of contradiction is why the identities of Wharton and others overlap?
This can also be explained.
It is normal for people to overlap in the dream and their identities to be confused.
This explained the two contradictions, and Zhu Qi could no longer control his thoughts!
There may be an evil and terrifying mastermind behind the scenes who is actually controlling his life??
This idea keeps taking root and sprouting like a towering tree, taking root in my heart.
He finally turned into the questions accumulated by the sun and the moon:
——Fist, Nockron, are you also restarting the historical process of the ancient martial arts world and building the characters on the stage?
"In these years, I have used the sun, moon, and stars to monitor the world and collect information and intelligence throughout history. The emperor never asks about foreign affairs, but I am paying attention... and discovered the great horror. I think about it day and night,
The more I think about it, the more horrified it becomes.”
Emperor Zhu Qitian was in the restaurant, more like muttering to himself:
"I was thinking about a problem at the same time, and since it is a dream, it must have an owner of the dream."
"The history of martial arts here is the life process of the rise of the protagonist in the dream. Just like the doomsday stage play, it must also include the Nockron himself!"
"And in the entire era, who is most like Noklon back then?"
Zhu Qi's voice was deep.
But it gives people a profound and terrifying feeling, like a restaurant storyteller on the eve of revealing the horrific truth.
Xi Wei, who was His Majesty's bodyguard next to him, was brought into it. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "In this era, the person who looks most like Your Majesty is the Emperor!"
They have similar personalities, pure martial arts, and absolute force.
The more Xiwei thought about it, the more it seemed like it!
Even Xi Wei was a little shaken.
She was once one of the worst victims and the main role on the stage, but now... is it possible that His Majesty is really doing something?
After all, His Majesty is a living person. He has emotions, relatives and friends. He wants to remember the lost era of martial arts and see his old friends... It is not impossible!
How could Xiwei not notice it at this time?
This current emperor came with questions accumulated over thousands of years, and he had seen too many doubts, large and small, in history.
"Wait a minute, something's wrong!"
But Xi Wei still believed that His Majesty was not such a person, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, you have never possessed Mengyi's power of dream reconstruction, I only have it, because I am the heir to the apocalyptic world!"
Zhu Qi nodded, seeming to attach great importance to this issue, "I have also thought about this. Then, let me explain some other minor contradictions...Why, may your Majesty also have the ability of Mengyi?"
"Isn't this a matter of course?"
"The martial arts system can turn the opponent's talent into a secret book, and possess the opponent's dream-restarting properties. It is normal."
"When I defeated the opponent back then, I must have learned from him such a powerful ability."
"Why does His Majesty Nockron secretly interfere in the direction of the protagonists of each era?"
"Of course, martial arts secrets can only inherit one-third or one-fourth of the original abilities. This dream is not perfect enough, so I can only forcefully correct it by adding myself."
Motives, contradictions, and all inconsistencies are all logically consistent.
Li Qing looked at this scene with a calm expression.
According to Li Qing's worldview framework of Martial Arts Land, and under the premise of a doomsday history, this reasoning and speculation is simply flawless.
This is simply the "coincidence" of "coincidences".
I took the blame out of nowhere, and all the factors matched up perfectly, explaining all the inconsistencies.
You may feel innocent, but I would like to say: Can you stop being so conspiracy-minded? This time it is really not a memory implant or a historical stage.
Now he has become a good man.
Wash your hands in a golden basin.
But Li Qing is not qualified to say this.
He has indeed done this kind of thing, and every martial arts era now has its own hidden influence, which is more than a conspiracy theory. The main reason why people think so much is because they themselves caused it.
To be clear, the real reality is more terrifying than he imagined!
Is there any prehistoric doomsday earth civilization?
How can there be any doomsday nightmare like the God of Reincarnation Mengyi?
How can there be any multi-dimensional crystal wall universe? You are just patients in a mental ward, living in a virtual civilization, and there is no so-called martial arts system and civilization at the beginning.
Your martial arts system is all deduced now. How can I teach it in advance? I can only promote it in this way.
But can we say so?
cannot.
Li Qing knew better than anyone else that the "answer" guessed by the other party was more suitable as a correct answer.
Although he was also identified as the mastermind behind the scenes, at least it was wrapped in a layer of thousand-layer cake to disguise the truth inside.
Li Qing let out a long sigh and thought to himself: "Although I have already guessed, how can the geniuses of the era be fools? For example, Artabia back then, and then to the heroes of each era, are they all very smart."
He had already guessed that no matter how concealed he was, he might still be discovered.
That’s why I put on more than ten layers of vests.
"In the final analysis, it has been too wasteful recently... The times have pushed too much, but there is nothing that can be done. With an emperor who does nothing, I can only help promote it."
"It has been done very carefully, but this coincidence is an unlucky one. Who knew that my series of fabricated worldviews would converge into such an amazing behind-the-scenes story that could... point directly to myself."
When Li Qing thought of this, he knew something was going to happen again.
To put it harshly, a mental patient finally realizes that the world has loopholes and is about to go crazy again in the mental ward...
So, how to deal with this matter?
The second visitor's question was obviously more difficult than that of the first visitor Xi Wei, who had obviously spent thousands of years preparing.
If it can be solved smoothly, he wants to solve it and doesn't want to collapse.
A reasonable explanation....?
Li Qing's brain was spinning rapidly.
But in the end, he acted according to Noklon's character and just gave a non-answer.
"No need to explain."
On the chair, the man was playing with the exquisite crystal tea cup with his palm, but he just glanced at him casually, his eyes were cold, "eloquence belongs to the weak, and eloquence belongs to the literati. If I say it, will you believe it? If you don't believe it, why bother to say it?
