The old man came out of the Sword Soul Gate in disgrace. He had just had a drink of water at the station outside the Trial Gate when he saw a young man walking over.
"This is a restricted area. This gate of trial is not open to the public. No one is allowed to enter." When the young man walked directly to the fence, he seemed to have the intention of turning over, so he shouted.
"I'm not going in, I'm here to find you." When the young man spoke, he always had a smile on his face and looked very sunny.
"Looking for me, what are you looking for?" Lao Qian frowned slightly. He had been guarding the gate of trial for three years, and this was the first time someone came to him besides his family members.
"I heard that your swordsmanship is very strong. I would like to ask you some questions about swordsmanship." The young man said seriously.
When the old man heard this, he immediately became unhappy and said, "Who did you listen to? I'm afraid you made a mistake."
Anyone who knows about his relationship with Lao Immortal knows that his swordsmanship is very good, and they even gave him the nickname "The Best Trialist of His Class" in private. How can they say that his swordsmanship is very strong?
The old man felt that the young man was making fun of him.
"Your last name is Lao Qian, right?" the young man asked, looking up and down at Lao Qian.
"That's right." The old man nodded.
"That's right, I'm here to ask you about illusory swordsmanship." The young man said seriously.
"Ask me...for advice on illusory swordsmanship..." The old man looked at the young man blankly, wondering if this guy was mentally ill. This was the first time he had heard of it.
There are people who specialize in this kind of stuff.
"Yes." The young man nodded firmly.
"Who are you? Are you here to cause trouble?" The old man felt more and more that this guy was just here to ridicule him.
"Don't you mean you're not the con man who knows illusory swordsmanship?" The young man looked suspicious.
Seeing his appearance, the old man didn't seem to be here to mock him, so he couldn't help but become a little confused: "I am the old man, do you really want to learn illusory swordsmanship?"
"It's not study, it's research." The young man said.
"So, you also know the art of illusion?" The old man couldn't help but sympathized with this guy. He thought he was the only one who was unlucky and got a phantom sword that couldn't hurt others as a symbiotic contract. It turned out that there were people who were just as unlucky as him.
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"I know a little bit." The young man nodded.
"As expected." The old man sighed secretly, walked over, opened the fence door, and said sympathetically: "Come in, although I have nothing to teach you, but as a senior, I still have some experience that you can refer to."
The young man was not polite. After walking in, he sat down on the stool and asked with a smile: "I wonder what level your illusory swordsmanship has reached?"
When the old man heard this question from the young man, he became more and more convinced that he was indeed the same as himself. Unfortunately, he had entered into an illusory symbiosis contract. Because he had no actual combat power, he could only study illusory things like realm.
"If you want to hear it, then I'll tell you about it. Based on what I've learned, I think the art of illusion should be divided into three realms." It was rare for someone to communicate with him about this kind of thing. The old man seemed to have found a confidant.
He said eloquently: "The first realm is true illusion. We must make illusion real, to the extent that the false can be confused with the real, so that people cannot see the flaws. Only in this way can the false become true, although there is no actual destruction."
Although it is powerful, it can be intimidating to the point where it can defeat others without fighting. This state is very difficult, but it is only the basis of the art of illusion."
"It's really not easy to confuse the fake with the real. Is this just the basics?" The young man nodded and said, "What about the second realm?"
"The second realm is more powerful, it's called false illusion." said the scammer.
"Illusion itself is false. What does this false illusion mean?" the young man asked curiously.
The old man said with some pride: "Brother, you don't know something now. I also studied for a long time before I understood this false realm."
"To put it simply, it is because others know that everything about you is fake, so if you have something real at this time, they will also take your real thing.
Treat it as an illusory and fake thing. For example, everyone knows that our symbiosis contract is an illusion and there is no way to hurt others. But if you can find a parasitic contract that is very similar to the symbiosis contract, others will think it is illusory.
It will be of great benefit then.”
"When the truth is false, the false is also true, and when the false is true, the true is also false. If you can make good use of the two realms of true illusion and false illusion, then there will be endless changes. There is no other way in the world than this."
Qian Shuo was foaming at the mouth and looked quite excited.
"You said that the art of illusion has three realms, false and true, true and false. These two realms seem to cover everything. So what is the third realm?" The young man looked curious.
The old man enjoyed this feeling very much, patted the young man on the shoulder and said: "In the first two realms, anyone with a little wisdom can understand something. If you can truly understand it, you will become a great person in the future. But this
The third realm is not that simple. Most people can't even think of it, let alone realize it. Only those who have great enlightenment can suddenly realize this realm."
"What kind of state is that?" The young man looked at the old man expectantly.
The old man chuckled and said, "This third realm is called illusion. If you can understand this realm thoroughly, you will be invincible, at least in the realm of illusion. That's almost the end."
"What is fantasy?" The young man became even more curious.
"To understand what illusion is, you must first understand what is true and what is false." said the old man.
"Do we still need to find out whether it's true or false?" The young man didn't quite understand what the con man said.
The old man chuckled and said, "Of course you need to understand that what you think is true may not be true, and what you think is fake may not necessarily be fake."
"What about?" the young man asked.
"For example, do you think you are a boy or a girl?" The old man looked at the young man and asked seriously.
"Of course I am a man, is there any doubt?" the young man replied.
"Then is there a possibility that you don't actually know that you are actually a woman?" the scammer said seriously.
"It's impossible, everyone can tell that I'm a man," the young man said.
"Everyone can tell that you are a man, but what if those people are lying to you? In fact, you are a woman, but they tell you that you are a man, so you think you are a man, but in fact you are not.
It's a woman." The con man's words made the young man confused.
"Even if they don't tell me, I can still tell that I'm a man. Physical characteristics can't lie, right?" the young man said.
"Why not? What is the basis for you to judge that you are a man based on your physical characteristics? Isn't it the knowledge you have learned? And knowledge is created by people. If that knowledge has also been tampered with, what do you know about it?
The knowledge itself is wrong, so how can you judge whether you are a man?" The old man said again.
"Your question doesn't make much sense, does it? Even if the whole world is lying to me, what's the point? Whether I'm a man or a woman in name, it doesn't make any difference to me. It's like color blindness that doesn't distinguish between blue and green.
Likewise, although they may confuse blue and green, blue in other people's eyes is green in their eyes, and green in other people's eyes is blue in their eyes, but when others talk about green, they also know which one is the real one.
The color is green, but the color they see is not green but blue. They don't know it is blue, but it will not affect their normal communication with others." The young man pondered.
"Of course it has an impact. If the knowledge you learn is all false, then how do you know that the things in your knowledge are true? Maybe the person who gave birth to the child is not a woman, and it is other than the place where you have been.
, other places do not exist. Maybe the earth is not a ball at all, but a flat surface. Anything you have not personally verified may be false, but you just don’t know." Lao Qian said seriously.
"Isn't this just nihilism? According to what you said, even if you see something with your own eyes, it may not be true. It may also be deliberately staged by others.
Come out." The young man felt that this question was really meaningless.
"Yes, so when you can't tell the difference between true and false, what standard do you use to measure what is true and what is false?" the scammer asked again.
"Then you can only rely on your own feelings." The young man pondered.
"Yes, it depends on feelings, but when it comes to feelings, people are often only willing to believe that things that are beneficial to themselves are true." Lao Qian continued: "In ancient times, there was a legendary story about a very strong man.
He found a fortune teller who was very accurate to tell his fortune. The fortune teller said that there were two people who were his lucky stars. With those two people helping him, he would be able to dominate the world. So the strong man found such two people.
Personally, accept them as your favorite generals. With the help of those two people, the strong one will indeed dominate the world."
"But the fortune teller told him that there is still a second half of his fortune. Those two people can help him gain the world, and they will also make him lose the world because of those two people. If you are that strong man, do you believe it now?
Half a life?"
"Of course I don't believe it." The young man sighed, he already understood what the scammer meant.
"Yes, even if the fortune teller is accurate, people will not believe the truth that is not good for them. When fate is good for them, people will believe in fate. When fate is not good for them, no matter what the truth is, people will be more trustworthy.
I am willing to believe that man can conquer heaven."
The old man continued: "For another example, if you are a fat person, if one person tells you that you can easily lose weight by enjoying food as much as you want; and another person tells you that you must exercise painfully to lose weight, and
Also give up all the delicious things. Before you know which one is right, if you try it, which one will you trust?"
"If you don't know the truth, as long as you try it, you should choose to enjoy the food as you like. But how can you not know the truth about this kind of thing?" the young man asked.
"What if the truth you know is false? In fact, you only need to enjoy the food as you like to lose weight. But you, who don't know the truth, have struggled repeatedly and failed to enjoy the food as you like. You have also exercised from time to time, but the result is not
Even if you are able to lose weight, you will still wonder if it is because you are not able to stick to the diet or exercise, so it is not effective."
"This..." The young man seemed not to know what to say for a moment.
"If people all over the world suddenly tell you that you have been deceived before, and you can lose weight by enjoying good food, do you want to give it a try?" The con man's expression became like a seductive and depraved devil.
"I think so. After all, it doesn't matter if you give it a try," the young man said.
"What if after trying it, it really works?" the scammer continued to ask.
"How could this be effective?" The young man thought this statement was too ridiculous.
"Why can't it be effective? How do you know whether you have lost weight or gained weight?" the old man sneered.
"I have eyes to see," the young man said.
"What do you think? In fact, you can't directly see all of yourself. What if the self you see in the mirror is fake? What if the number on the scale is also fake?" The scammer asked forcefully.
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"Can this also be fake?" the young man said with a wry smile.
"Why not? Do the beauties with long legs you see on your mobile phone really look like that in real life?" the scammer asked.
"Okay, although it's unlikely, if that happens, I really have no way of judging whether it's true or not." The young man spread his hands helplessly and said.
"Yes, you can't tell whether it's true or false, so after you eat delicious food, various illusions make you feel thinner, and delicious food will make you happy both physically and mentally. Are you willing to live in such a beautiful world, or do you want to live in such a beautiful world?
Living in a world where you can only lose weight through pain? Which world do you want to be real?" The scammer continued to ask.
"If I could choose, of course I would prefer to live in that beautiful world." The young man said.
"That's right
, the truth is often painful, things that are beneficial to people are often against human nature, and things that make people feel happy are often false and cruel. If you can weave an illusion, people will not be able to judge the final result.
Is it good or bad, then most people will choose the path of false happiness. Some people may even indulge in it and be unable to extricate themselves even though they know that they are all false. As long as they feel happy and happy, that's it.
Until the destruction of life. If the future is an illusion, life will also be destroyed. This is the illusion of life." The old man said slowly.
"What a fantasy. If you can really play with your life to this extent, you will be no different from a god." The young man admired.
"How do you know that we are not in the illusion of life spun by a certain god?" The old man squinted his eyes and sneered: "Maybe everything you have now and all the achievements in the past were given to you by that god.
Weaving an imaginary of happiness, maybe everything you are experiencing now is just a dream, maybe in the real world, you are already a dying person with a stinking body."
The crook's voice was eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.
The young man couldn't help but fell into deep thought. If the reality he understood was not real, how could he tell what was real?
"Haha, it's rare to meet someone with the same problem. I've said a lot today. You don't have to think so much. If you can practice the two realms of real illusion and false illusion to the extreme, you can almost have the ability under the light base.
It has a place. As for the realm of illusion, it is not something that humans should consider. It is a realm that only gods can play in. I am just thinking about it when I have nothing to do." The old man said with a smile.
The young man suddenly raised his head, looked at the old man and said, "I want to try the fantasy realm you mentioned."
"Didn't I tell you everything? It's all just my imagination. I don't know how to do it myself, so how can I let you try?" said the old man with a smile.
"No, I believe you have reached the realm of illusion. Please give me a sword." The young man stared at the old man and said calmly.
"What a joke..." The old man pretended to be joking, but when he saw the man's firm gaze, he couldn't finish the rest of his words.
"Please give me a sword." The young man stared at the old man with burning eyes and said slowly, word by word.
Seeing the man like this, the con man's expression became serious. He looked at the man and said in a deep voice: "I did understand a little bit about the illusion, but it's just a little bit. I don't know what effect it will have.
You can't even control it. If I draw a sword on you, you may be addicted to a fantasy life all your life, unable to extricate yourself, and you will not be able to get out until you die."
"I want to give it a try." The young man still insisted.
"But I don't want to kill anyone." The scammer shook his head firmly.
"Then you go to hell." The young man suddenly pulled out a revolver, pointed it at the old man's head, and pulled the trigger. The speed was so fast that the old man had no chance to react.
The old man's face changed drastically. Looking at the speed at which the young man drew his gun and fired, he knew that he was definitely not joking, but really wanted to kill someone, and he was so fast that he couldn't dodge the shot.
Almost as a conditioned reflex of the body, a dream-like lightsaber appeared in the old man's hand and instantly pierced into the chest of the man in front of him.
Bang!
The bullet hit Lao Qian's head almost at the same time. Lao Qian felt his head shake and screamed in his heart. He didn't expect to die like this.
But after waiting for a while, the imagined pain and brain cracking did not appear. He touched his head and found that there was no trace of scars there. Instead, a force spread across his body, making him feel the same as before when he was fighting the demon spirit.
Erase the scar left on your forehead.
The old man touched his smooth forehead and couldn't help but froze for a moment, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"