Soon, Han Feng got a reply from the author that they could have dinner together tonight.

Han Feng and Yaoyao booked a quiet private room, ordered a table of dishes, and soon the author arrived as promised.

After a brief greeting, Han Feng went straight to the point and said, "This is Fairy Yaoyao, you should know!"

"I've admired the daimyo for a long time, I also tried the task you sent today, so I sent you an excerpt from my novel, am I lucky enough to be chosen?"

"I wanted to talk to you in depth about your story, your creative process. Yaoyao said softly.

"Of course it's unbelievable, I'll talk about it first!"

"That's a good feeling!" Han Feng hurriedly poured tea.

The author was also just starting to write novels, and he wanted to piece together his fragmented stories, so he wrote this book.

"It's like my opening chapter, I've changed it many times!" said the author proudly.

"I have a question, you have a chapter that is very philosophical, called the present and something, how did you come up with the idea of writing this?" asked Yaoyao.

The author took a sip of tea and said, that's about time, look at my text. As he spoke, he turned on the computer and put it in front of Han Feng and the others.

The result of the analysis is that these two points are actually the same location, but I can recognize the place we have walked.

The old man listened to the analysis results and smiled: "This is the present, the past, the future!"

When he finished speaking, the old man disappeared.

No matter how we called, the old man never paid any more attention to us.

Soon, the scenes around us began to blur and fade into nothingness.

"What's going on!" said Westward.

I finally recited the old man's words: the present past, the former future.

This sentence is indeed very obscure, but literally, the present is the past, and the future is the present?

At this time, I was thinking, but the scene of the surrounding nothingness began to change, and high-rise buildings rose from the ground in an instant.

After about ten minutes, the overall framework no longer has a vague feeling, but looks extremely intimate.

Isn't this the modern metropolis of our earthly civilization?

At this point we were standing on a road, surrounded by buildings that were rising and falling, disappearing and disappearing.

It's like the evolutionary history of a city.

Suddenly, I felt like I understood what the old man meant!

The present past, the former future!

The past is a fait accompli and cannot be changed, even in the high-dimensional space, because the extra one or more latitude lines will produce rules that restrict this dimensional line.

But the future of the past can be changed, and the future of the past can be the present, or it may be more distant in the future!

This reminds me of a poem I once had:

Whoever forsakes me will not remain in the day of yesterday;

Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this.

Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

All of them want to fly with great joy and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon.

The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats.

When I silently recited the poem, Mo Hang and Xihang paid attention to the latter lines at the same time.

To be honest, I only thought of the beginning, but never paid attention to the next few sentences.

Draw a knife to cut off the flow of water, the water waves flow more smoothly; Life in the world, can not be satisfied, it is better to spread the hair and board the Yangtze River on a flat boat!

After a brief discussion, we understand a philosophy of life, which should also be the truth of the rules of time:

Even if you understand the rules of time, the past is no longer prosecutable, and do not try to change history, because the fait accompli of history itself cannot be changed.

But in the same way, no matter what kind of evil causes history has planted, as long as you stop the loss in time, don't care about those passing clouds, and continue to drift with the tide, you will eventually usher in a better future!

At this point, I was on the verge of an epiphany.

I'm conflicted.

I understand the rules of time, but if we follow this rule, we will follow the process of going with the flow, the truth we seek, the objective existence is there, and we can uncover the disguise of the truth if we are fated!

I told Xihang and others my feelings, and everyone was silent.

After a while, Xihang sighed and said, "This means that you will do your best to obey the destiny of heaven?"

I nodded, signaling that I thought the same thing.

But a whistle interrupted us.

We looked at the far end of the road behind us with a strong light shining on it, and it looked like a car. With the roar of the engine and the sound of the horn, it is speeding towards us!

I was so frightened that I hurriedly pulled the people around me to the side of the road.

The car sped away, but after a shrill braking, the car reversed!

A group of us stared blankly at the car, at the door that was about to open, and we didn't know what to think.

But when we saw the driver get out of the car, we had the idea of dying.

It was the old man in white who was driving!

"You guys!" he shouted to us, then waved us over.

Immediately after, the old man in white lit a cigarette and smoked it.

"Hurry up, just these few steps!" he urged impatiently, seeing that we were standing still.

We had to hurry over and look at him.

After a burst of mist, the old man spoke: "I see a little familiar feeling in you, do we know each other?"

Damn, this old man has amnesia?

Seeing that we looked surprised and did not reply, the old man actually smiled.

"I feel that you have a very familiar feeling, this feeling comes from the heart, even if you don't know me, it doesn't matter, we can get to know each other again!" the old man laughed.

Xihang shook his hand in front of the old man's eyes and asked, "You really don't remember anything?"

"I remember Mao! I told you all about it, it's a feeling!" the old man continued to laugh.

At this time, she took my hand and whispered, "Let's go, don't dwell on it, I remember a story my father told me, and I'll tell you back!"

So we pushed off the enthusiastic old man, quickly left, and got into a small alley.

"What the hell is this?" I asked.

Mo Sang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Once, when I was young, my father took me to the forbidden land to look for something, and when I found a leaf, the leaf left a mark on my mind when I got it. “

This immediately aroused my curiosity.

The next thing is probably that he told his father that the leaf felt strange.

So my father went home and studied it for a long time, and saw that there were many things similar to words on the veins of the leaves.

After many years of translation, the approximate meaning was cracked.

The words on this leaf are:

The way of heaven is public, and its avenue is unbreakable.

The rules are the spirit, and its spiritual spring cannot be said.

The road is so broken that it will be wiped out.

Telling through the rules will destroy its spirit.

It means that the way of heaven is very authoritative, no one can disobey, the rules are spiritual, and the rules cannot be broken, if the spirit of the rules breaks the rules, he will be destroyed!

After listening to this story, we all have the same answer in our hearts, that is, the old man is no longer there.

What we met just now was the spirit of the rules that the Heavenly Dao had reshaped according to the old man's spiritual spring.

In this way, we avoid him, in fact, it is for his good.

This old man has already died once for us, and he can't hurt others again!

"Then why are we still alive? It's not that Tiandao is so good, so why can we still survive if we know his secret?" asked Xihang.

Mo Sang cleared his throat, pretended to light a cigarette and said, "Maybe we are also part of the Heavenly Dao plan, our task is to find what Heavenly Dao is looking for or to understand his secrets, so we are fine!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was incomparably consistent with the conspiracy theories that had sprung up in my mind many times before.

We are just chess pieces, how to play this chess piece is arranged, there is a chess game, and if we don't play according to the routine, we will be replaced or eaten!

Therefore, our biggest enemy is not the Black Moon, let alone the three major families. It's the way of heaven.

What a shame it is to know that we have sold our own souls by doing things for him, and that we have to count the money for him!

And what makes me feel most uneasy is that I don't know the so-called Heavenly Dao at all, the Heavenly Dao that often appears in novels, whether he is a person or something else!

At this moment, a bright light waded into the alley.

The old man in white actually chased after him again!

In this way, under the extreme restraint of Yaoyao and Han Feng, the author read this large paragraph to Han Feng and Yaoyao again.

Yaoyao held back the irritability in her heart and asked, "Sir, I wanted to ask you how you came up with the idea of writing this!"