The firewood in the fireplace was burning quietly, and the air was filled with the smell of burning wood.
A few decades ago, new energy collections vigorously promoted by global alliances replaced most traditional energy-consuming equipment.
But when time extends to 2119, those ancient things are still not abandoned by people.
For older people, they show a wise attitude due to their accumulation of experience.
But for the vast majority of old people, they have lost their pursuit of new things.
A long period of time allowed them to gain insight into the nature of things.
Whether it is new energy collection or primitive wood burning.
When the lower limit of life is greatly stretched, some things begin to make sense.
For Emma, she naturally does not need firewood as a heating prop.
It's just that she misses some related times, and she enjoys the feeling of remembering the past in a warm room.
By this time, her students had begun to manifest their will in the material world.
And the Magic Academy, which once started as a prank, has also begun to be given some historical weight.
But for Emma, it was always boring.
The body of the legendary dragon vein fully guaranteed her life.
Even if the estimate is not very optimistic, she will be able to live for at least a thousand years.
Of course, the premise is that she did not encounter any unexpected events during this period.
However, judging from the current situation, not many beings are willing to provoke a legendary Dragon Vein Warlock.
The consequences of irritating the sorceress are not very pleasant...
"I once thought that one hundred years would be an extremely... extremely long time..."
Emma picked up a cup of black tea, looked at Yi Qiu in front of her and said.
Under the boiling legendary dragon vein in her body, her appearance has not faded.
And her spirit seems to still maintain its former vitality.
Like a fire, it always radiates light and heat.
And when it begins to sink into darkness, it means its end...
But as the first hundred years of life, it will always be fresh in people's memory, and it will carry some traces of age.
Especially when Emma has maintained contact with human civilization for a long time.
And the feeling of attending student funerals multiple times is not that wonderful...
It was as if time suddenly became extremely fast, taking away those stunned and green faces.
"Maybe……"
"But time has no meaning to me..."
Yi Qiu looked at Emma, his eyes were as deep and calm as Emma remembered.
It seems that hundreds of years have not left any traces on Yi Qiu.
His consciousness and body seemed to have jumped out of the chain of time...
Maybe this is the only way to maintain the same attitude in the endless time?
The emotions in Emma's heart were a little complicated, and the chaotic thoughts were difficult to calm down for a while.
At this moment, Emma's heart was filled with even more intense sadness.
She will not lose her passionate pursuit of life because of the passage of time or the passing of her students.
Lev's passing was the saddest thing for her in the past ten years.
The era she grew up in and was familiar with seems to be passing away bit by bit.
Those familiar faces, those friendly looks, have all turned into gray-white photos...
Perhaps in another hundred years, the only traces of that era in the material world will be words and images.
The era that carried everything about them was just like a few mottled strokes on the textbook.
That kind of indescribable loneliness, that kind of loneliness like self-exile, all linger on the road to eternity...
The length that spans time will eventually bring with it some sadness that is difficult to dissipate...
Just like her lament for Lev in the wind, just like the scene when she watched them leave a hundred years ago.
And the warm black tea on the table is filled with mist, which seems to have been lingering for a hundred years...
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Kunlun Mountain in the material world
"It's been a hundred years..."
Taoist Sun stood on a dangerous peak, with the mountain wind whistling and blowing his Taoist robe.
On the black robe, a certain cold light overflowed.
He is not keen on black, but for some reasons he put on this Taoist robe.
And after that, I never took it off again...
Magical tides, eras change, and there are so many talented people at one time.
He has seen the sword light of the legendary swordsman-Yin Zhong, and also talked with the legendary fighting master-Yuan Yinyin.
I have encountered darkness coming like a falling curtain, and I have personally held a flag to annihilate thousands of blood souls...
A hundred years is a long, complicated and tiring journey for him...
Not every road is filled with smoothness and glory.
On the rugged mountain roads standing on the high peaks, it is inevitable to encounter hardships and setbacks.
His magic has reached a level that is almost invincible under the legend.
But he was unwilling to enter the Tao through art, just as he had resolutely chosen his own path before temptation.
In the past ten years, all of his students and disciples have been promoted to legends.
Although it's not much, it's still a happy thing.
Looking at the billions of intelligent beings in the material world, there are only a few who can reach that supreme realm.
But he still did not choose to break through. He had his own path and persevered...
That is not arrogance and unruliness, but the original intention of a Taoist...
He turned over and over the Taoist scriptures in the temple, which were the essence of dozens of Taoist worlds.
But it seemed to be of no use after all, he still had not felt the mysterious edge.
"Then let's do it for another hundred years..."
Taoren Sun looked at the solemn mountains in front of him and thought silently.
He is not so keen on the legendary name.
What he yearns for, what he pursues, is the little desire he set up in the Taoist temple when he was young...
His magic has been able to fulfill most of the world's fantasies about immortals and gods, but is that what he is chasing?
Taoist Sun was silent...
As time went by, and as he read the Dao Zang more and more times, his heart became clearer and clearer.
Just like that young Taoist boy, he also wanted to know how to interpret the concept of Tao...
If you go the wrong way, turn back and go again.
It is inevitable to have regrets and losses on the winding road, but you should start moving towards a new journey with enthusiasm...
"What is the Tao?"
Taoist Sun looked at the vast sky above his head and murmured in a low voice.
Maybe it should have a slightly questioning tone, maybe it should be full of uneasiness and confusion.
But at this moment, in Sun Daoren's mouth, it became calm and indifferent.
After all, he wants to give a clear and clear answer for him and for those who have been pursuing this for hundreds of years...
The mountain wind lingering between the peaks seems to have become more rapid. After a hundred years of turbulence and undercurrent, there will be a vaster starry sky...