Chapter 370 Two Children Debate Day
(Yesterday’s note was to say that I searched for the Turing test for a long time but couldn’t find a suitable topic, so I had to omit the process, but I forgot to mention it, so I spread my hands.)
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Do it all over again.
Practice in the sparse heaven and earth aura.
Be a prince.
Jing Jiu has experience in these things.
Therefore, he had no difficulty adapting to the illusion in Qingtianjian.
But he still found something amiss.
One day when he was in a daze in the imperial garden, he saw two maids playing chess and helped them drop a chess piece.
This is not to see Lie Xinxie, nor is he intending to publicize his intelligence, it is completely his subconscious and natural behavior.
Now he is an ordinary person, this kind of experience that he has not had for a long time, makes him feel like returning to Chaoge City a long time ago, running around in the palace, afraid of being caught by his brother to go back to study, and then in the imperial garden, he saw two court ladies who were playing fist games and stealing wine.
After dropping that pawn, he realized that this is not Chaoge City.
This palace is not that palace.
My elder brother has passed away in Guocheng Temple for many years.
Is this the impact of Yunmeng Realm?
Jing Jiu understood something.
From that day on he never played chess again.
Until that winter many years later, Prince Jing's son braved the wind and snow to come to the capital.
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Prince Jing's son Bingxue is smart and Su Hui was born, but he is only four years old now, so it's not likely that he will go to the capital in many years. There are still many things he can't do, such as making the prince completely obey his opinions, such as establishing his own spy organization, and finding those askers as soon as possible.
The husband had already left, and he was sitting by the window, writing to Luoxue.
His handwriting is already very good, not to mention children of the same age, even the masters in the palace are not better than him. The husband was very satisfied and proud. He said many times that he didn't have to practice so hard again, but he didn't listen. He still wrote a lot of big characters in the study every day.
Those seemingly unrelated words are some information he wrote down, and no one except him can understand them.
It is not difficult to find other aspirants, because the date of birth is the same, and he remembers everyone's small movements, expressions, and habits. His only worry is whether living in the illusion for a long time will have some kind of mental impact, and he will gradually forget some things.
So he wrote down all the information, and of course he didn't forget to write down the most important things.
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who I am.
where do i come from.
What am I going to do here.
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After writing those words on the paper and piled them on the corner of the table seemingly casually, Prince Jing moved towards the window with some difficulty, looking at the snowflakes.
Cangzhou is at the northernmost tip of Chu State, bordering Luo State and Qin State. The climate is rather cold, and it started snowing very early.
Many questioners should have noticed him by now.
In a few years, someone may come to Cangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of troops commanded by Prince Jing inside and outside Cangzhou.
He stood quietly in the middle of the net, waiting for those people to come, or kill them, or form an alliance.
Some questioners, like him, don't care about being discovered at all, so they must have the same idea as him.
For example, the Ninth Prince who is said to be an idiot in the palace.
The cold wind poured in from the window.
He coughed twice, took the blanket and covered his lap, looked at his face in the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction.
The little boy in the mirror has thick eyebrows like swords.
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Among the five kingdoms in the world, Luo is the weakest, and the life of the people is also the poorest.
Especially the villages near the Zhangshui River did not benefit from the water, but because of several floods in the past few years, their property was completely destroyed and they never recovered.
There is a ditch in the field, just between two adjacent villages. In the old year when there was a drought, this ditch must be an important place for the two villages to compete for. Men with hoes can be seen everywhere, but now there is no one beside the ditch, only two children standing on both sides.
The two children were about four or five years old, and they were dressed in rags. They looked like children from poor families.
They looked at the sun in the ditch with their hands behind their backs. They didn't talk to each other, let alone throw stones at each other. They looked a bit old-fashioned.
"Do you think the sun in this canal is real or fake?" the child in the East Village suddenly asked.
The child in Xicun said, "Then do you think the sun in the sky is real or fake?"
The East Village kid looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's just a bead."
The child from Xicun said, "Return the dzi bead?"
The two children looked at each other, knowing each other's identities, a little excited and a little wary.
"Do you drink?" Nishimura kid asked.
"It's very drinkable." The East Village kid responded.
The child in Xicun's eyes lit up slightly, and asked, "What's your favorite appetizer?"
The East Village kid said: "I like to eat preserved eggs mixed with fried soybeans, what about you?"
Nishimura kid said: "Red oil fermented bean curd with steamed buns."
The two children looked at each other and reached out to shake hands across the ditch.
The East Village kid was a little puzzled, and said, "My luck has always been bad, but where did your luck go? You ended up in such a place where no shit happens."
The child from Xicun sighed and said, "Don't mention it, but it's pretty lucky to meet you."
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He likes to eat fermented bean curd in red oil, and if he is famous, he is lucky. The child in Xicun is naturally He Zhan.
The kid in the East Village is called Jiang Rui, and he is a casual practitioner friend of He Zhan's acquaintance.
Before entering Echo Valley, Jiang Rui had already seen He Zhan, but he was the first person he met in the illusion.
He Zhan looked at the sun in the sky and said: "Thinking that those people might be looking at you and me like this, I feel a little embarrassed."
Jiang Rui knew that this was a reminder not to reveal his identity, so he lowered his voice and asked, "How did you become a monk at Guocheng Temple?"
"Let's go out and talk about it." He Zhan said, "What's your situation now?"
Jiang Rui showed a wry smile and said, "It's a bit miserable. After a few more years, I have to kill that man first."
He Zhan noticed that there were wounds on his body exposed through the holes in his clothes, and said, "I'll help you when the time comes."
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Jiang Rui returned to his own home in the East Village. After entering the door, he was slapped and fell to the ground before he could do anything.
A man reeking of alcohol cursed and said, "If you're not at home looking after my sister, what are you going out for?"
This man is his father in this world. He likes to drink and gamble. No matter if he drinks too much or loses a bet, he likes to beat and scold his family members to vent his anger.
In an already extremely poor family, the only valuable thing was sold out by this alcoholic.
Loose cultivators are also practitioners. When Jiang Rui was traveling in Chaotian Continent, he was regarded as a god by mortals. How could he have received such treatment. Of course he wanted to recover some cultivation as soon as possible, kill the drunkard, and then leave this ghostly place, but the aura of heaven and earth in the illusion is too sparse, no matter how you look at it, it will take several years. Do you have to endure this kind of life for several years? But if he leaves now with He Zhan, he might be sold by human traffickers or eaten by wild animals before he can go far.
Thinking of He Zhan's name, a thought suddenly appeared in Jiang Rui's heart, and then he couldn't get it out.
Countless thoughts flashed through quickly, and finally turned into a blurted sentence.
"I met a friend from the neighboring village over the ditch."
In response to Jiang Rui was another slap from his alcoholic father and a sentence: "You know what a friend is even just this little bastard?"
Jiang Rui covered his face and said with tears, "He gave me white rice cakes and fruit, of course he is a friend."
The drunkard's father was startled, and said, "White rice cake? I haven't eaten it for a long time. He...is your friend's family rich?"
Jiang Rui sobbed and said: "He said that a good thing washed out of the big river was picked up by his mother when she was washing clothes by the river, and said that that good thing can be exchanged for many things, white rice cakes, yellow rice cakes..."
The alcoholic father was silent for a while, then asked, "What is that good thing like?"
Jiang Rui glanced at him cautiously and said, "I don't know, he said it looks like dry shit, but how can it be a good thing?"
The alcoholic father scratched his head and said, "Dry shit...is it yellow?"
"No, he said it was like... like that color."
Jiang Rui pointed to the sky and said.
There is a golden sun in the sky.
The alcoholic father looked at the sun, squinted his eyes, and wondered if it was Goutoujin?
It is said that more than 30 years ago, Wang Dahu from the neighboring village picked up a piece of blond hair with a dog's head in the river and took it home.
Such a good thing finally fell on me?
"That's just a pile of dried shit!"
The alcoholic father pretended to be very angry, and slapped Jiang Rui on the head, but in the end he just patted it.
That night, the alcoholic father left after eating.
Jiang Rui knew he wasn't going to gamble because he didn't drink.
Poor families have no money to light lamps, and it is dark at night.
Muma coaxed her younger sister, and she fell asleep on the other side of the kang.
Wrapped in a torn quilt, Jiang Rui squatted on the other side of the kang, only showing his face.
He looked at the stars outside the window, thinking silently.
It is naturally a great thing to form an alliance with He Zhan. He believes in He Zhan's ability and character. The problem is that even if he and He Zhan can make it to the end, who will get the tripod?
He didn't have any confidence to defeat He Zhan.
Well, it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter how many more years to endure, he is just jealous.
In the real world, he has always been jealous of He Zhan's good luck, jealous of He Zhan being able to have so many friends from various sects, but not introducing any of them to him.
This is Yunmengland, will you still have such good luck?
If your luck is really that good, then you can survive tonight.
Thinking about these things, Jiang Rui felt that the night was getting colder, and she tightened the quilt around her body.
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In a remote earthen house in the West Village.
A woman fell to the ground, not breathing.
She had struggled through laundry and cooking for more than thirty years, but she couldn't understand that she would die so carelessly because of a lump of gold that didn't exist.
He Zhan was tied hands and feet and fell to the ground with blood all over his face.
His eyes shifted from his adoptive mother to the man who was rummaging through boxes and boxes, feeling a little numb—the things in reality had made him disheartened, and he was even more broken after entering the fantasy world.
In the end, the man failed to find Goutoujin, so disappointed that he turned around and punched and kicked He Zhan again, regardless that he was only a four or five-year-old child.
He Zhan didn't cry out for pain, let alone for help, because he was afraid that the man would kill him.
As long as it survives, it's fine.
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Living is sometimes more painful than dying.
In the following days, He Zhan became more and more aware of this truth.
Not content to return empty-handed, the man sold him to a human trafficker.
The human trafficker sold him to another human trafficker, and he did not know how many times in the process, and he was actually sold to Zhao Guo.
All the way was ups and downs, suffering unspeakably, the luck in the real world seemed to be reversed in the illusion.
When the rope binding his hands was finally untied in a dental clinic in the capital city of Zhao, the wound on his wrist could already see the bones.
The people in the dental shop brought him some food, healed his wounds, bathed him, and even gave him clean clothes.
However, He Zhan's bad luck did not end here, and the most painful moment was yet to come.
A carriage led several boys towards the depths of the capital, and the majestic imperial city could gradually be seen ahead.
He Zhan looked ahead, his face was slightly pale, he tried to escape for the first time, and while the dental office manager was not paying attention, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the car.
But he was only a five-year-old boy, so he might have run too far, and he was quickly caught back.
After being beaten with sticks, he was still taken into the palace.
In the dark room, he was tied to a chair, and his body was so weak that he had been forcibly given drugs, and he had no strength at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the old eunuch walked over with a buckskin handle knife.
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Chu State ushered in the mission of Qin State in the north.
It is not accurate to say that the mission is actually because it was Qin Huang who visited in person - the emperor went to another country, which has never happened. It is said that Qin Huang's decision has been greatly criticized in the country, but he still insisted on doing so, and brought his most beloved princess with him.
The little princess was just five years old this year, and Qin Huang didn't know why Qin Huang was willing to let her embark on a long journey with him.
What Qin Huang wanted to discuss with Chu Huang, no one knew except the two of them.
The prince naturally wanted to attend the welcome banquet. Jing Jiu sat on the couch, looked at the little princess who was about the same age as him, and thought to himself, who are you?
After seeing Jing Jiu, the little princess of the Qin Kingdom never left her eyes. She kept staring at his face with joy in her eyes.
The maids and mothers of the Chu Palace couldn't help covering their mouths and chuckling, thinking that people in the Qin Kingdom were straightforward, and now it seems that this is true, such a young girl knows what looks good, and she looks so unscrupulous.
The Emperor Qin and the Emperor Chu started a secret discussion and drove all the attendants out of the palace, leaving only Jing Jiu and the little princess of Qin on the couch.
The hall was silent, the little princess suddenly crawled slowly towards the other side of the couch, and sat down in front of Jing Jiu.