"What do you want to understand?" The old man folded his hands and squatted happily aside, hunched over, holding a wine glass, and came together with Qin Yang. If one ignored the old man's mummy-like body, the two of them looked like
They really look like a couple who have been together for the rest of their lives.
"It's not that I want to understand it, it's just a guess. I'll tell you and you can correct me." Qin Yang raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"You tell me, and I'll listen to it as a story."
"You keep telling me that everything here is true, and I have indeed discovered that a lot of things are true. If you are also true, then my guess is probably correct. You first
Tell me, are you real or is it my imagination?"
"It is true that being old is not an illusion." What the old man said was so smooth that it didn't look like a lie.
"Okay, let's just believe you." Qin Yang grinned, but he believed it 80% of the time. This old man has some good points. If he tells lies, they are lies. If you really ask, he will answer again,
If you don’t know, you really don’t know. If you can’t answer, you will just say that you can’t answer.
After finishing the glass of wine and filling it up again, Qin Yang had a complex look on his face.
"Actually, I have been thinking about a question in the past few days. Is everything fake? From the moment I came to this world, it has been fake. In other words, my previous life was also fake. Everything is fake.
Yes, since memories can disappear and appear out of thin air, I once wondered if I was also fake..."
"No, memories don't appear out of thin air. Real memories must be experienced before they appear. Otherwise, they will be false after all. You are real. Everything here is true." The old man looked solemn and actually comforted him.
Qin Yang.
"Yes, so coming here is also good. I have thought a lot and recalled a lot. From when I first came to this world, I was cautious and cautious, to now it is a bit bloated. In fact, it is all my experience. My memory cannot be erased.
Really, when I saw the things I recorded today and knew that this was not my first time here and that I had experienced it before, I was actually very scared."
"It should be..."
"So I thought about it a lot, from whether I was a fake to what I wanted to do. I was very confused at first, and then I thought, if I could leave here, what would I most want to do?
I figured it out."
"Tell me?"
"At the beginning, I was just worried and scared, and just wanted to survive. Later, when I got a great opportunity, I didn't just want to survive. I thought, if I don't practice my account to the full level, will I still be a human being? What about this process?
You can look at the world, look at the scenery you have never seen before, and see if you can really see different things if you stand in a high place where you are not exposed to the cold."
"What is account training?"
"Don't worry about these details. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for giving me the time to think about these issues."
"That's all you thought about? Didn't you think about how to leave?" The old man sipped his wine, laughing and crying.
"Ha, let me tell you, there is a rather special elder in my sect. He has practiced an ancient secret method, which needs to be understood in dreams. Each time, it takes anywhere from tens to hundreds of years.
Later I learned that every time, he appeared in his dreams, or transformed into birds and beasts, or humans and monsters. These all really existed in this world, but to him, they were just cultivation.
Or rather, it’s just a dream.”
"I've never heard of it." The old man's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and he stopped sipping the wine.
"Furthermore, I listened to my uncle telling stories. I heard that in ancient times, there was a strange beast called the dream tapir. It was born from eating dreams and could reproduce dreams. It was one of the very few who had the ability to transcend reality and illusion.
The rare and strange beasts in the barrier and the dream of the tapir are naturally real, everything is real, and there is a real world inside."
The old man said nothing and looked at Qin Yang steadily.
"You are very concerned about things like memory. You have an almost demanding requirement to be real. Memories will not disappear out of thin air, nor will they appear out of thin air. But now that I have a clear consciousness, I have forgotten some things. This kind of situation can only occur in some extremely powerful illusions.
There will be, but there, I will not have such a clear self-awareness, so there is only one possibility left, that I am in a dream, and only here will I forget some things that I originally knew."
"This is real."
"Yes, it is indeed real." Qin Yang laughed loudly and did not deny it: "This is the dreamland of the Dream Tapir. It is naturally like a secret realm and is real. Therefore, after making changes, it will be in an infinite loop.
Keep it, the skull at the entrance is the dream tapir's skull, you used this thing to construct a real dream, am I right?"
"No answer, but you can't get out." After taking the last sip of wine, the old man said loudly and extremely firmly.
"Then let me tell you, you are wrong about me. I used to be afraid of death, and it is true that I am still afraid of death now. But sometimes, as long as there is a chance, I would rather die than give it a try!" Qin Yang raised his head and swallowed the wine glass.
The remaining wine in it.
He stretched out his hand and summoned the Flying Fish Sword.
Holding the Flying Fish Sword with one hand, Qin Yang's eyes were filled with brilliance, and his whole person suddenly burst out with an extremely firm and decisive aura.
"The living can't leave here, but the dead can of course!"
As he spoke, Qin Yang had firm eyes and a calm face. He held the Flying Fish Sword in both hands and struck it directly on his neck.
"Kakaka..."
It was as if gold and iron were rubbing against each other, making an unpleasant jamming sound. Qin Yang circulated his true energy, exerted force with both arms, and slashed the Feiyu Sword into his neck one by one.
Blood spurts out like a blood fountain, the rich smell of blood, mixed with scalding heat, spraying out.
Qin Yang's face was spattered with blood, and most of his neck was cut off. His vitality disappeared quickly, and his complexion became extremely pale at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.
Until his arms could no longer exert any strength and his head became dizzy, Qin Yang fell to the ground, his eyes still filled with determination, letting the huge fear sweep through his body and drown his mind.
"Young man, even if you see through everything and try to use the horror between life and death to forcefully wake up, you still won't be able to get out." There was a trace of regret in the old man's eyes, and he shook his head, looking at Qin Yang's continuous bleeding.
"Between life and death? You are wrong. I came to kill myself with the intention of death!" Qin Yang sneered, and used his arm in vain to cut off his head!
Blood spurted three feet high, his body fell, and Qin Yang's consciousness slowly fell into silence.
The old man stared at Qin Yang's body and said in a complicated tone: "Is there really someone who would kill me with the determination to die, just because of this chance?"
I saw a wisp of black wind blowing through the air, and Qin Yang's body suddenly turned into nothingness and disappeared without a trace...
One day passed, the black wind dissipated, but Qin Yang never appeared again...
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In the darkness, Qin Yang slowly regained some consciousness. Before he woke up, he first felt a slight pain on the right side of his face, as if someone was beating him...