About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"I'm not sure yet, but," Liu Ji said, "take your time and you'll find a way."

"Take your time," Yayin said, sitting up straight, clapped her hands and said, "Okay! Then continue studying! You have to continue to improve your Chinese!"

"Ah, well, come on," Liu Ji said, "Oh, unfortunately, if you need to condense sentences, ancient poetry may be good, but I really don't remember much in this area."

"Ancient poetry?" Yayin asked doubtfully, "What is that?"

"Let me think about it, I may still remember some of Li Bai and Du Fu, as well as some scattered sentence patterns and idioms. Hmm... wouldn't it be difficult to learn so many words in one breath?" Liu Ji hesitated.

"Try telling me a paragraph?" Yayin asked.

"Uh..." Liu Ji thought for a while and recited a Jingye Thought.

Although I memorized a lot of things in high school, to this day, I still only remember these poems that were engraved in my DNA when I was a child.

After listening to Liu Ji finish reciting, Yayin blinked her eyes, looking confused, obviously not understanding.

"Ah, it's indeed a bit early. Well, let me think about it, I'd better continue to learn more words first..." Liu Ji scratched his head.

"No, wait, this sentence pattern is interesting," Yayin said, "say it again?"

"Ah, okay," Liu Ji nodded and recited it again.

Yayin touched her chin and asked, "Can you write it down? Also, I want to know the specific meaning."

"It's okay..." Liu Ji touched his chin and thought for a while, "Well, then, how about our topic today is to study this poem?"

"Okay," Yayin nodded.

"Well, that's good," Liu Ji nodded, took out a pen and paper, and wrote sentence by sentence on the paper.

As a seven-character quatrain with only four lines, it is not difficult to learn the entire poem even with Ya Yin's writing skills. Liu Ji followed the words on the paper and explained it word by word. It didn't take long for Ya Yin to be able to learn it. I read the entire poem smoothly.

After reading it, Liu Ji explained to her the meaning of the whole poem bit by bit. To be honest, Jingyesi is actually quite vernacular based on the literal content, and it is also very simple to understand. Perhaps because of this, its depiction is The scene is extremely clear, and the subject is extremely clear, but it carries an unparalleled vividness that can naturally bring people into the scene.

It didn't take long to teach the entire poem, but after that, Yayin fell into deep thought alone, repeating this poem over and over again, which Liu Ji had been familiar with before he even entered elementary school. Almost everyone in his hometown knew it. of ancient poetry.

Liu Ji didn't disturb him. He couldn't be more assured of Yayin's learning ability. He just stood aside silently, doing his homework in Common Language.

Unknowingly, several hours passed quietly, and the night was already deep. In the quiet night, under the white moonlight, I could only hear Ya Yin's gentle voice reciting poetry...

Um?

wrong……

White moonlight?

Liu Ji was stunned, looked up, and found a small full moon hanging on the top of the room, emitting a pure white light.

What Ya Yin read in her mouth was no longer the ancient poem, but a seven-character quatrain incantation that Liu Ji couldn't understand.

230. Calling formation is an art

Almost all Chinese people know that Jingye Si is a homesick poem, and it is also one of the literary works that people most easily think of when they talk about homesickness.

Maybe when I was in school, I read Quiet Night Thoughts, Nostalgia, etc. It was just an ordinary reading. It means that I understand that there is such a thing as homesickness and understand what homesickness is. But when it comes to personal experience, then few people can. understood.

But when you are wandering outside after work, and you really want to go home but can't, you will have a different experience betting on these things.

However, after all, modern society is different from ancient times. It is said that there is some experience. If they really make up their mind to go home, most people can still take some holidays to go back and visit. After all, it is difficult to understand the feeling of the ancients who could not return home for several years.

But Yayin is even different from them. It's not that it's hard for her to return, but she can no longer find her home.

Does she have a hometown?

What is hometown?

place of birth? Where did you grow up? A place that holds the past?

Maybe they are, or maybe the definition is different for everyone.

For most people, hometown is always a fixed place, a piece of land, a scenery, a smell, some sounds...

But for people in this world, for some people who have been constantly on the move since birth, the place that carries the hometown in their hearts may not be a piece of land, but a group of people, a place to stay, and maybe even, It's some kind of pursuit...

Where is Yayin's hometown?

Liu Ji, who has seen the memories of the Third King riding in the past, knows very well that for Yayin, her hometown does not belong to a certain piece of land.

She almost died when she was born, and has been wandering around for as long as she can remember. If she wants to say where her hometown is, then it is probably just the desk next to her teacher, a group of warm lights, a group of classmates, and a group of students. Put up a tent...

And there, it is no longer just a matter of not being able to go back.

Liu Ji wasn't sure what kind of memories this poem evoked in Yayin, but...

Looking at the bright moon floating in the room, Liu Ji felt endless sadness and nostalgia, as well as the helplessness of a small boat floating on the ocean with nowhere to dock.

Yain's understanding and emotion of the poem were completely integrated into the bright moon and presented in a specific way through magic.

A wonder.

But this heavy emotion really made Liu Ji have no time to sigh for this wonder.

Because he could understand this emotion.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, even if he went back to that piece of land, could he find where his "hometown" was?

Romantically expecting the place where memories were placed, but when he set foot on that land, what was waiting for him was a strange land that had no similarities with the memory. Compared with seeing the destruction of his hometown with his own eyes, it was just less angry and more powerless and sad.

The two sat together, leaning on each other, quietly looking at the small moon, as if in the moon, the shadow of their hometown that they missed was hidden.

Outside the room, Kalidora and Mowente were also quietly watching the moon.

The two of them were thinking about Yain staying up late every day recently, and wanted to send her some food, but when they walked to the door and looked at the moon, they couldn't move a step.

Tears slowly flowed from the corners of Kalidora's eyes.

Mo Wente held his knife handle tightly, and could vaguely hear the sound of the blade and the scabbard touching each other.

On the city wall not far away, Lim lay on the edge of the wall, looking at the ball, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And "Mass".

He sat alone in the basement, staring at the pure white sword in front of him.

As he said, the whole desert is his eyes, even here, he can also look at the full moon.

And now, the memories that came to his mind were obviously not the hometown of "Mass".

And a world completely different from this world, where everyone worships swordsmanship.

The night wind was howling, and no one slept that night except the potatoes who knew everything...

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The next morning, after covering Yain with the quilt, Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, he felt how terrifying the power of ancient poetry as a spell was.

Of course, it might also be related to the content of the poem itself, but at least it proved the potential of this form.

That is, Liu Ji estimated that he would have to change to a different theme of poetry next time. Things that he usually didn't want to think about were forced to unfold in front of him. This kind of immersive experience of deep hatred and deep hatred was really not very interesting.

However, it was not all bad.

At least it could strengthen a belief.

The belief of settling grievances with this world.

Lying on the chair, Liu Ji closed his eyes, and his thoughts and power instantly crossed the space and came to another body.

When he opened his eyes, a big face stood in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Liu Ji asked.

"Ah...what should I say," Anwada stood up and scratched his head, "you don't have any breath at all, I thought you left a puppet and then ran away..."

"Really? Maybe that state would be a bit like a puppet," Liu Ji propped himself up, "but it's very useful, isn't it? If necessary, I can even turn this body into loose sand."

"Yeah, it's true," Anwada nodded.

"So, I've been waiting here since early in the morning. Have they made any moves?" Liu Ji asked.

"Of course, the reaction is quite fast. After all, we captured two of them yesterday," Anwada shrugged, "By the way, my room was sent to another space yesterday, so I can only come to your place."

"Ah?" Liu Ji was stunned. He subconsciously expanded his elemental vision and found that the room next door really disappeared out of thin air, and the clean cuts left around it were like laser cutting.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a bit unethical?" Liu Ji's eyebrows jumped. He felt that he was in the next room. If he was arrested, he would have to run 365 miles to this side.

"Yeah, after all, we have already touched their people. At least in the near future, we will be marked red by them," Anwada spread his hands.

"For a while?" Liu Ji's eyebrows jumped, "Does it mean that they won't care after a long time?"

"Well, about the same, they probably won't care after ten days or half a month," Anwada said, "Are you surprised?"

"No, how should I say it, it's quite their style," Liu Ji's mouth twitched, "So you felt it in advance?"

"Well, I'm quite sensitive in this regard," Anwada said, "but I couldn't feel your breath at that time, I was scared enough, I thought you were in trouble."

"As for me, well, actually you don't have to worry about me. If my body dies, I can just pull another one over, but it will only take a little more trouble," Liu Ji said, "But they didn't succeed, didn't they continue to chase?"

"Hehe, they dare not confront me head-on," Anwada smiled, "I guess they have shrunk somewhere now, well, but it's true, it's a little troublesome, they know we are here, if we can't find them next, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time..."

"Well, no, it's not too difficult to find them," Liu Ji said softly.

"Hmm?" Anwada raised his eyebrows, "Can you find them?"

"I have a subtle feeling, but it's not enough," Liu Ji whispered, "We have to reveal some flaws. The stronger their killing intent towards me, the more I can feel where they are."

"Killing intent?" Anwada was stunned, "Can you feel something so mysterious like this?"

"I couldn't do it before, but," Liu Ji let out a long breath, "In short, if I strangle the king riders with this body, I can get some, how to say, very special abilities from them."

"Is this the ability of the third king rider?" Anwada frowned slightly, "Sensing others' murderous intentions towards oneself...hiss, it does match her ability, but it's too mysterious, can magic logic achieve such a thing?"

"How would I know," Liu Ji shrugged, "Their abilities are more or less strange, aren't they?"

"That's the truth," Anwada touched his chin and nodded.

Liu Ji didn't respond.

In fact, regarding the abilities of the king riders, he was indeed confused like Anwada in the past, but since he recovered his memory, he knew very well what was going on.

That is the power from the origin of the world.

Time, space, deduction, consciousness, although the effects of each item are very limited, they are indeed things that are extremely difficult to influence through Olympic mathematics logic. Only the power from the origin of the world can control these things freely.

But the question is, why do they have the power of world fragments.

If possible, Liu Ji would like to talk to the tyrant and ask him what he did to the previous world.

And why did he become like this now, obviously holding such power, but willing to run around for a group of vegetative people.

What exactly is the god that the group of vegetative people pray to, and is it related to the army of gods that came when the world was destroyed.

Unfortunately, the tyrant is obviously not a talkative person. For some things, you are not qualified to pry a word from his mouth unless you stand on an equal footing with him.

"So, we should go out," Liu Ji stood up with a long breath, "What kind of place do you think is suitable for inducing them to attack us? Street alleys?"

"Do you think they are gangsters from somewhere?" Anwada smiled bitterly, "Well, if I have to say it, it's probably the place where we can relax our vigilance the most, that's it..."

"Drink? But now, will it seem that we are a little careless to go to drink directly like this?" Liu Ji asked in confusion.

"Then, how about we run?" Anwada said.

"Run?" Liu Ji touched his chin, "Well... to be honest, isn't that what they want? Will they chase us?"

"Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can come back. Maybe we can run into them and make trouble?" Anwada suggested.

Liu Ji thought for a moment, but still shook his head and said, "Not good. I feel that this will completely put them in the dark and put us in the light."

"It has always been like this when fighting against them," Anwada shrugged, "It's harder than climbing to the sky to catch them in the light."

"Maybe, but... well, give me some time," Liu Ji said, closing his eyes.

"Hmm?" Anwada looked at Liu Ji in confusion.

Although Liu Ji said he would wait, he clearly felt that there was no energy fluctuation on Liu Ji's body. It seemed that he was just sitting there and doing nothing.

After about a few minutes, Liu Ji opened his eyes.

"Hmm? OK?" Anwada asked.

"No, failed, try again," Liu Ji said, closing his eyes again.