The 194th chapter heaven and earth for a long time low (1)
After Zhuang Fengyu was tricked by Sun Suhe several times, she finally made up her mind never to say a word again. She was as silent as a statue, silent, motionless, and didn't even blink her eyes. She was in this chaos.
In this world, Sun Suhe was stared at fiercely.
Sun Suhe had no choice but to continue to fight against the confusing time and space alone. He calmed down and entered his mental space again.
The confusion of time and space not only does not disappear in the mental image space, but instead impacts the entire space more strongly and intuitively.
All kinds of extreme weather appeared one after another in the mental space. Sun Suhe glanced casually and saw heavy rain and thunder roaring not far ahead. On the left, there were several huge tornadoes that penetrated the sky and the earth, showing off their intimidation to each other, and he
Where he was standing, a big sun that occupied most of his field of vision was emitting scorching heat endlessly, almost evaporating people on the spot.
The dense forest growing upside down in the sky has long since withered, and the small yard like the one in my hometown has also fallen apart and fallen into a deep ravine. The most conspicuous thing between heaven and earth is a thick chain, one link after another.
The ring is composed of countless numbers that are constantly beating, connected to each other, extending from unknown depths underground to the infinite sky.
Sun Suhe can probably guess what these images mean. Needless to say, the chain is Zhuang Fengyu's "Snow and Mud Feihong". The dense forest growing upside down in the sky is the intuition for magic inherited from Alice. The small courtyard of her hometown
It is the starting point of my memory, and it is also the place where I have lived for the longest time. It represents a sense of security and belonging, so the first thing I usually see when I enter the mental space is the old ordinary courtyard.
As for all kinds of extreme weather, the torn sky, the collapsed earth, the raging sea... these are the confusion and torture that I am experiencing, fighting against, and stepping through step by step.
Sun Suhe looked up at the scorching sun that seemed to be within reach. The blazing white light could blind his eyes at any time. The terrifying heat crazily squeezed the moisture from his body. His whole body was covered in steaming water vapor, but
His eyes were still bright and bright.
Sun Suhe knew that as long as he kept the clarity of his heart, nothing in this mental space could harm him. But once he wavered at all, he would be swallowed up by this confusing illusion, and the end result would be a mental collapse, and there would be no recovery. Brother Mao
Still the same, without any intention of interfering, hiding somewhere, arrogant and sleeping.
Sun Suhe smiled slightly. He had just chatted with Zhuang Fengyu outside for a few words, which made him feel a lot more relaxed. But then he had to start this bad journey again. He gathered his mood and continued to walk alone on the dry ground.
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One step, two steps... Sun Suhe has gone very far. He doesn't know when it will be the end. There may never be an end, but this is an opportunity. He will keep walking until he sees that person, that person.
Own.
Sun Suhe was walking on the dry land, and he saw that the winding ravines seemed to form characters and symbols, spreading out an extremely huge article on the ground.
As Sun Suhe trudged in the deep ocean, he saw the ups and downs of a ceramic noodle bowl as big as a boat, and the simmering yellow croaker squirming in the noodle soup, exposing its plump belly with bone spurs.
Sun Suhe walked forward in the violent storm. He saw Hanabi's back, saw the glaze-colored blood, and saw the bloody killing with the light of the sword.
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Sun Suhe passed through one extreme danger after another, and saw every aspect of his life, including joy, anger, sadness, joy, his pride, and the ugliness he did not want to face.
There is no way like now where I can peel off all the pretense and get to know myself truly.
Sun Suhe stepped onto the high cliff hanging in the air, and the biting wind roared continuously. Looking around, there was an unfathomable darkness underneath, with only the misty white mist floating thinly under the cliff.
Sun Suhe stopped and stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back. He faced the strong wind and looked far into the distance. He smiled at the void and shouted: "Why don't you get out?"
"I have always been by your side, but you turned a blind eye, and now you blame me?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind Sun Suhe.
Sun Suhe turned around and saw the exact same version of himself. The moment the two people's eyes met, everything in the entire mental space suddenly stopped. An extremely wonderful sense of satisfaction filled his heart, and this familiar feeling made a vague feeling
The memory suddenly became clear.
"I've seen you." Sun Suhe said.
"Of course I have seen it. In the swamp of resentment, you, a guy who was eager to die, helped me wipe away the filth. But that time was a flash of inspiration at the critical moment of life and death. You can't remember it clearly."
Sun Suhe smiled confidently, "I remembered it. And I will never forget it again."
"Why did you come to me?"
Sun Suhe looked into his other self's eyes and said in an unquestionable tone: "Bring me the sword."
"Sword, what sword do you want?" Another Sun Suhe waved his hand, and the entire cliff was suddenly filled with countless swords. There were long swords, short swords, sharp swords, blunt swords, and rough swords.
There are swords decorated with jade and gold... Every sword that Sun Suhe could think of appeared on the cliff.
Another Sun Suhe casually pulled out a wooden sword from the ground, swung it a few times indiscriminately, then inserted it back into its original place, and took out another sword to play with.
He slashed lightly with the sword, and the wooden sword immediately broke into two pieces.
"The sword is strong."
As he spoke, he pulled out a silk-wrapped soft sword from the rock wall behind him, and it danced like a whip.
"The sword is soft."
Draw the sword, change the sword, draw the sword, change the sword... The other Sun Suhe kept playing with various swords.
"The sword can be majestic."
"The sword can be used in one's own way."
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He wielded his sword, talked about it, and spoke eloquently. Finally, all the swords on the cliff joined him and asked in unison:
"What sword do you want?"
Sun Suhe replied decisively without thinking: "I only want my sword."
The other Sun Suhe was silent for a long time, "You are too sharp."
"So what, why don't you want to give it to me?" Sun Suhe asked.
The other party let out a long sigh, "You usually use your rational thinking to the point of indecisiveness and your emotions to the point of being mother-in-law and mother-in-law. You use them as a sheath to hide your edge..."
"Wait a minute, why do I think this is not a good thing?"
"I wasn't praising you in the first place. Don't you still know your own shortcomings?"