What I didn't expect was that this time she actually said so much in one breath, with clear logic, well-founded evidence, and evidence from facts that had already happened. I couldn't argue with it, and subconsciously chose to believe it.
"Dongfang Ying's suicide should have happened during the period when my consciousness was sleeping and the consciousness of another me was born." Yan Jing said.
"He admired your father and believed in him, so he chose to die calmly."
"Does he have to die?" I asked, my tone was quite serious. In my opinion, many things don't have to reach such an extreme level!
"The world is divided into heaven and earth, and all things are transformed into yin and yang. There are gains and losses. Nothing can be obtained without paying." Jing Jing shook her head and said.
"You know, Dongfang Ying, if I hadn't been saved by your father, I would actually be dead!"
"The cost of completely rescuing him is too high. It is too much to pay for a person who is neither a relative nor a friend, and has no importance. There is no reason at all!"
"And your father was actually on the run at the time. He had to face very powerful enemies at any time, and he couldn't tolerate a loss in his strength!"
"On the other hand, your father also needs a trustworthy person who is under absolute control to guard Dongfang Fort for him while I am asleep."
"There is no room for error in this! Because, you are here!"
"In this way, while Dongfang Yingying and I are not completely dead, let him choose to commit suicide and die under the blood-devouring mad sword, leaving behind a useful body. In fact, it is a good outcome for all parties and a satisfactory ending for everyone!"
"And I won't lose anything if Dongfang wins. You see, he not only got revenge because of this incident, but also gained eternal life. He also found a bright and infinite path to immortality for his descendants. He actually made a lot of money.
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Without blinking an eye, Yan Jing said a lot in one breath. Her analysis was clear and logical, and every sentence made sense, leaving me unable to refute.
Although I still feel that this is not the case, I can't find a reason to refute it.
This is probably the difference between a human and a sword spirit. She is indeed much more rational than me.
"Finally, the addition of two living people, you and Yaoyao, to Dongfang Castle, as well as the existence of Dongfang Ying, a half-human, half-sword slave, made this sword-raising pond suddenly come alive."
Jingjing smiled, her tone instantly relaxed.
"The Dongfang Ying I you know is actually a living person, because he didn't know that he had died once, and that part of his memory was deeply hidden from the moment he committed suicide."
"Thanks to his existence, he overall coordinated and guided those bloodthirsty slaves, allowing them to awaken part of their useful pre-life consciousness more perfectly and accurately. Before returning, they completely believed that they were ordinary human beings and lived in the same way as ordinary human beings.
, making Dongfang Fort full of life, almost the same as a real human village outside."
"From this point of view, Jin Jing can be regarded as having benefited from you! You must know that such a sword-raising pond is perfect. It will not only help the growth of brother Xiaotian, but also be of great help to Jin Jing.
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"It turns out that brother Xiaotian has given me such a big gift since we first met. Yanjing is so happy!"
At this moment, Jin Jing seemed to be really happy. She was laughing so hard that she almost couldn't straighten up.
However, she loosened her grip on my hand, and I easily pulled it back without any hindrance.
To be honest, my current mood is very complicated. I never thought that I have been living in an illusion and everything around me is carefully arranged by others.
But then I thought about it, is life in the outside world absolutely real? Is the difference between reality and illusion really that important?
When living in the outside world, you still have to face all kinds of people. They have independent consciousness, and they also have general rules, customs, and laws formed under the influence of the overall environment.
From this perspective, there is actually not much difference between reality and illusion.
Regardless of their true identities, the villagers of Dongfang Fort are actually no different from people outside. They also have their own independent thoughts and must abide by Dongfang Fort's compromises with the surrounding harsh environments such as the Moon Burial Forest and the Cloud Wall.
Evolved rules of survival.
There is also life, death, laughter, and parting here. At least it is much more real than the various game worlds I have been addicted to in the real world.
If it hadn't been for Yanjing to point it out, I wouldn't have thought it was fake, and I wouldn't have seen any flaws. Of course, being in it, I wouldn't have looked for anything different.
For me, it is real, it is the place where I lived and grew up together, it is my experience and my memory!
It gave me everything a normal human child needs to grow up!
"When will the Lord of the castle come back here?" I asked with sore eyes.
At this moment, I felt particularly sorry for the Lord of the Fort. After all, in my memory from childhood to adulthood, he was always the flesh-and-blood, warm and generous, kind and loving elder, the powerful and invincible, responsible and responsible man who led the Eastern Fort in the face of dangers.
The god who struggled to survive on the edge of the Moonburial Forest!
I have never missed him as much as I do now, even though he is right outside the Oriental Fort below, so close at hand.
He is still living in the scenes he has been familiar with over the years, fighting fiercely with a group of great monsters, doing his best to defend the final dignity of Dongfang Fort, and trying to gain as much time as possible to escape for me and Yaoyao!
I don't know what kind of complicated and indescribable emotion he will feel when one day his memory returns and he finally realizes that everything he is guarding is an illusion.
Maybe he is relieved? After all, he is the castle owner!
From childhood to adulthood, he gave Yaoyao, me, and even the warmth and protection necessary for another Yaojing to grow up, making our lives complete and with few regrets.
"When he dies again like those villagers, or when he awakens his memory under some kind of stimulation and remembers that he is dead!" Jingjing nodded and said indifferently.
I looked at her and wanted to say nothing, but in the end I didn't speak.
Jingjing has her own thoughts. Maybe as a blood-devouring mad sword spirit, she looks so calm and indifferent when looking at all the bloodthirsty slaves!
After all, she is no longer the Nao Jing in my memory, and she has never truly experienced the warmth that the Lord of the Castle once brought her.
Although according to the theory of raising swords she introduced, the consciousness and memories of the two Jinjings may be merged, but she is obviously the one taking the lead.
She is the backbone, and other consciousnesses will become nourishment and convey everything they experience to her, ultimately achieving her.
Although I feel unwilling to do so, I cannot find fault with this theory. It is reasonable as it exists. (To be continued)