Chapter 817 A Simple Dream

Jingwei looks like a crow, but has patterns on its head, a white beak, and red feet.

Based on this description alone, Mo Qiong has a hard time imagining it. Could it be that the crow's beak and claws just change colors?

Even so, what about the pattern on the head? What pattern would it be?

Mo Qiong was thinking hard, and then Adams suddenly opened the Best Metal and said, "Come up, the elves are not looking here."

Under the cover of Adams, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.

The breeding farm is very large, about one million square kilometers. Although Yu Shen is responsible for watching over the meat tribe, it is impossible to scan everyone all the time.

A cheaper way is to create millions of elves, and just free sentinels every few hundred meters.

As for Yu Shen himself, he symbolically placed himself in the sky.

According to Adams' observation and trial for nearly a month, he found that Yu Shen only let everyone see him to deter him.

In fact, most of the time he was not supervising the meat tribe at all.

Adams listened to the sound characteristics of all things and realized that Yu Shen was dreaming a lot of the time, and occasionally talking in his sleep.

The long and boring prison life, Yu Shen can only daydream to pass the time.

As for the elves' surveillance, Adams had long discovered that there were big loopholes in their patrol routes. After observing for a while, he summarized the opportunities of the blind spots.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out openly.

In order to blend into the flesh tribe, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long were naked.

"Don't worry, the elves can't identify the extra you. They only record newborns and don't consider the possibility of sudden adults. Their main responsibility is to supervise these people not to violate the rules set by the ancient gods." Adams said.

Mo Qiong said, "Just because no one will come in for tens of millions of years, don't you consider many situations?"

Adams said, "That's the truth. The ancient gods actually... don't have any management system. They just make whatever rules they want and follow the old rules."

Mo Qiong pondered, "The ancient gods have no civilization... After countless years of wisdom, their social structure is not as good as the true sociality of ants."

"This is indeed a very strange thing. Did they use their wisdom to perceive the root algorithm?" Adams curled his lips.

Mo Qiong said, "The thinking mode is different. They don't need it. They disdain it! Only the weak need civilization."

Adams took them and introduced a group of people.

This group of people were naked, both men and women. Most of them looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. They looked numb and sat in the cool sand pit they dug.

"Gigen, this is our captain, Mo Qiong, he can take you out." Adams said.

The leading woman named Kikyo is already twenty years old. Although she is still very young, she has a kind of indescribable maturity.

Among this group of people, she is already the eldest sister.

Her waist-length hair was scattered in disorder. She was thin and pale. She looked like she had just given birth a few days ago.

Kikyo's eyes lit up and she said, "Can you really defeat the gods?"

"Are you afraid? If you are, I can send some of you away first." Moqiong said with a smile.

Kikyo shook her head and said, "It's OK to kill the gods or be killed by them. But he..."

The woman pointed at Adams and said, "... He promised to take me to see the gentian flowers. No one can ever make such a promise... I want to see... So I want to live."

Moqiong looked at Adams, and Adams smiled and said, "She just pursued this. No, it's insignificant to us, but to her, the gentian flowers are the Tao."

"Ah?" Moqiong was stunned.

Adams quickly introduced that this human race still has a language heritage. They can't write characters, but they still have language.

Even the Emperor's daughter Sang and Chisong passed down many stories. Because of the ban of the ancient gods, they were not mainly stories about people.

What Emperor's daughter Sang passed down were stories about nature.

It is the birds that weave nests with leaves to block the cold wind, the trees that twist their roots to resist the flood, and the fish that swim upstream to lay eggs.

It is the dripping water that penetrates the rock, and the young buds that push open the rock layer.

The sky covers everything, the earth carries all living things, the four seasons rotate, the cold and the hot alternate, the moon waxes and wanes, and the sun wanes at noon.

The mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and animals on the earth that coexist and eat each other were all told to the children who were destined to die by the emperor's daughter Sang.

The emperor's daughter Sang didn't teach any truth, but in fact she taught everything.

So after so many years, they still know about flowers, birds, the rising and setting of the sun, and the ebb and flow of the tide.

It's just that they are not allowed to draw. Those things only exist in the conception and in the mental pictures that come from oral narration.

Over time, everyone has a different understanding of the same thing, anyway, no one has seen it. Simply, something called a flower will make them think of death, and they will desperately imagine what it looks like.

The less you know, the more uncertain you are, the more beautiful a thing will be, and the more you want to see through the veil to see what it looks like.

That kind of beauty is suffocating and soul-destroying.

In order to pursue this kind of beauty, the flesh tribe can give up everything. It seems that if you can see the lotus with your own eyes once, you will see the avenue.

The imperial daughter Sang just told the children countless things that they will never see in this life.

It is enough for Mo Qiong to see today, and what he saw is still a human being.

After 800 million years, rational intelligence has indeed degenerated somewhat, but high intelligence is high intelligence. With language, it can never degenerate into ordinary animals.

Their lives are very boring and hopeless, and fantasy is the only thing they can do.

If they have never known that there are seas, stars, trees, mountains and rivers in this world, then they will not think about it.

But it is precisely because they clearly know that there is, but it is their sin that makes it impossible for them to see it from birth to death. Even, they are not allowed to draw or record what they imagine.

This kind of torture, this kind of failure to get what they want, actually makes their brain supplement ability extremely amazing, and it seems to have evolved.

And this is actually understanding.

In this mysterious side of Chuangjie Mountain, almost all humans are geniuses.

They don’t know what the ocean really looks like, but they have an ocean in their hearts. I don’t know how majestic the green hills are, but I have my own green hills in my heart.

Know the mountains but don’t know the mountains, know the water but don’t know the water. They have already given up their lives, just to forget about death.

Mo Qiong didn't know what kind of state he would be in after helping them kowtow. It might be far beyond the Yuan Shen state.

Adams said: "The earth in their eyes is childish and imaginative. You can't imagine what the things we take for granted look like in their hearts and how attractive they are. It tortures their minds. The poison is also the antidote to a life of despair.”

"In just over twenty days, I have convinced hundreds of millions of people to resist. This number is still increasing, and their dusty dreams are spreading rapidly among them, like waves."

"The first person I met here was Kikyo. She only had two dreams: to see the flower her name represents, and then die cleanly."

Mo Qiong said: "You can pass on the appearance of Platycodon to her."

Adams shook his head and said, "I want her to see, smell, and touch platycodon flowers with her own eyes. If it's just a mental sensor, it's actually no different from her coming up with another possibility."

"Mo Qiong, we must win this battle."

"The ancient god must die and take everyone else home."

Mo Qiong smiled and said: "Three billion people are too many... I can't send them all away in front of the ancient gods. It seems that I can only kill the ancient gods in front of them."

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p.s: Sorry, I've already coded the next chapter, but I'm very dissatisfied with it. The writing is not what I wanted. I'll just post the three chapters in a row when I get up, and go to bed first.