Chapter 412 A Thought Is Born

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There is protection.

Correspondingly, there are enemies.

"What does this 'Great Wall' resist?"

In response to Yu Liangdi's question, 'Ma Wu' shook his head.

"Why, am I not qualified enough to know?"

"Don't say it!"

"That kind of existence is all 'born in one thought'. If I tell you, they can immediately use your spiritual mind to emerge from it!"

"Fuck you!" Yu Liang was shocked when he heard this:

"One thought brings life!"

"If you can't even think about it, how can you play?"

"well!"

'Ma Wu' sighed and continued: "It's all my fault that I broke through too early. The realm was not enough, so I came into contact with a level that I shouldn't have come into contact with too early!"

"The real dimensional devil is in the eternal realm, condensed into the only true spirit!"

"In this way, even if you travel through dimensions, it will not be affected by the projection of time and space!"

"As for me, not only did I fail to condense the one true spirit, but I also created so many 'other and self' bodies. This is a fatal weakness!"

"Those bunch of bastards couldn't deal with me on the Great Wall, so they followed the 'line of cause and effect' and wanted to remove all my 'self' and make me disappear!"

"Causal line?"

Yu Liang asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

‘Ma Wu’ explained: “The causal line, you can think of it as the ‘network line’!”

"Through the 'network cable', erase all the marks I left in the universe and make me disappear!"

Hiss ~ so terrifying!

Yu Liang immediately said: "Then wouldn't I be very dangerous?"

"Um!"

‘Ma Wu’ nodded slightly: “That’s why I showed up!”

Yu Liang looked at him and thought that as long as he broke through the so-called eternal realm, wouldn't it be safe?

Then he opened his mouth and asked:

"What is this 'one true spirit'?"

"The only true spirit is to form a 'source code' from yourself!"

"Fuck me!"

After hearing the explanation of 'the only true spirit', Yu Liang sighed inwardly again: No wonder he can't say it!

As long as the 'source code' is activated, wouldn't it be reborn anytime and anywhere?

"Are you about to break through?" Yu Liang asked expectantly.

'Ma Wu' shook his head slightly again: "You really think highly of me. I have only practiced for a few hundred million years, how can I break through so quickly!"

"What should we do now?" Yu Liang asked nervously.

He has just lived a good life now. He has not enjoyed it for a few days before he is about to be beaten to death by someone following the network cable. Thanks to him!

"I will send you to an absolutely safe place. As long as you stay here and survive until I break through, you will be safe!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang asked curiously: "Where?"

"Don't say it!"

Damn, it’s unspeakable!

Yu Liang was speechless. This special mother couldn't say anything, she was too frustrated!

"How long will it last?"

"I don't know!"

"Can you bring a few people with me?"

"cannot!"

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Nothing can be done.

well! Yu Liang let out a long sigh.

"I'll tell you the truth!"

"There are hundreds of millions of 'others' and now there are only four of them left including you!"

"If the four of you are also eliminated by them, then I will disappear."

"If I am still here, we are all still here. If I disappear, then we will disappear completely."

‘Ma Wu’ looked at Yu Liang seriously and said:

"Disappeared without leaving any trace!"

"We disappeared so much that no one can remember us!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang took a breath again.

There are three deaths. The body dies, society dies, memory dies.

How sad it would be to die and be forgotten.

"Besides me, where are the other three? Will they be with me?"

Regarding this inquiry, 'Ma Wu' just glanced at him, and Yu Liang understood what it meant.

"I understand, don't say it!"

"Then just send me away!"

‘Ma Wu’ took one last look at Yu Liang and said:

"Remember, you must stay tight!"

"Wait for me~"

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Tang Dynasty.

Inside Chang'an City.

In the bustling city, there is a quiet and remote corner.

There are few pedestrians here and the environment is quiet. And in this corner, a small bookstore quietly appeared.

The bookstore has a small facade. There is a wooden plaque hanging at the door, with the four words "Sanwei Bookstore" engraved on it in elegant regular script.

Although this is a bookstore, there are only a few books on the three or two bookshelves in the store.

In front of the counter at the far end of the wall.

Yu Liangzheng was carefully holding a slightly worn book with yellowing paper.

His manner revealed that this book was extraordinary. However, the title on the cover shows that this is just an ordinary enlightenment book, The Thousand-Character Classic.

"It's not easy!"

"I finally got this Thousand-Character Classic written by a great Confucian. It's a shame that the guy is a prodigal, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get it so easily!"

"Now, I can finally build a literary foundation!"

This absolutely safe world.

It has been more than half a year since Yu Liang came.

At first, he only thought this was an ordinary Tang Dynasty.

At that time, I was still wondering, how could this place be called absolutely safe?

But after coming into contact with the Tang Dynasty, where people could criticize and denounce others with words, and a single word could decide the fate of the world, I instantly understood that this was by no means a simple world.

Yu Liang once watched a poetry gathering among literati in a restaurant, and the scene was shocking.

Especially the middle-aged scholar in blue shirt who led the group.

As he wrote, there was a surge of wind and thunder around him, and the poetic spirit danced on the tip of his pen.

And when his poem was finished, a vivid poem and painting appeared on the paper. The picture was like a modern 3D projection, vivid and lifelike.

"The general has fought a hundred battles in golden armor!"

As the scholar in blue shirt recited loudly.

In the projected poem and painting, a general who had fought a hundred battles in golden armor seemed to have traveled through time and space and walked out of the dust of history. His eyes were firm and his posture was majestic, as if he was telling his heroic past.

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Yu Liang mistakenly believed that as long as good sentences flowed out between the pen and ink, those amazing magical effects would be triggered.

He was secretly proud of himself, after all, he had a deep accumulation of 300 Tang poems.

So he called the waiter, asked for paper and pen, and prepared to show his literary talent.

However, when he wrote a poem that he thought was excellent on paper, he found that there was no reaction around him, and the expected magical scene did not appear.

The waiter standing next to Yu Liang watched him write poems, with shock in his eyes, and exclaimed:

"What a good poem, it's really a good poem! Even a person like me with mediocre literary talent can feel the depth and breadth of this poem."

"Where did you get this poem from, customer? Which great scholar wrote this poem?" The waiter asked curiously.

Yu Liang couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you think I wrote this myself?"

The waiter laughed when he heard this, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Are you kidding, customer?"

"As the saying goes, the wind and rain are shaken by the pen, and the ghosts and gods weep when the poem is completed. If this is really written by you, even if you don't have the foundation of literature and Taoism to manifest strange images, you should have the same artistic conception as the poem, right?"

Yu Liang was silent when he heard this.

He understood that although he had the memory of 300 Tang poems, in this world, writing poems is not just the arrangement and combination of words, but also requires a certain deep connection with this world.

And this connection was obviously not something he had mastered at the time.

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