Chapter 100: The wind and rain wash the guest robe, why come to the spring and wait for the wine to be poured

The sun rises and sets, time passes, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. On the planet of the Barbarians, a sturdy figure jumps back and forth between the treetops. His movements are as agile as an ape, light and agile, and silent, fully integrated into this lush jungle world.

"The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. The figure suddenly stopped on a treetop, staring at the red and green in front of him with deep and vicissitudes of life, and then couldn't help but whisper to himself.

Of course, this person is Mu Qian, but the red and green in front of him are not the cherries and plantains on the earth. At this time, Mu Qian's hair was messy and his clothes were ragged, but the lines on his face were clearly cut, he looked handsome and resolute, and his expression was indifferent and subtle, his eyes were brilliant and restrained, and the whole person was in the unyielding momentum, and there was also a heavy accumulation of vicissitudes.

Mu Qian's body is still thin and long, but he is by no means thin. Among the countless scars on his body at this time, those obvious lines and tight and tight muscles made him look very lean, full of an agile sense of strength.

After ten years of life as an outlaw in the jungle, Mu Qian completely got rid of his previous sick and sluggish appearance. But the obsession in his heart did not let go, he just learned how to better control his emotions and how to hide his monstrous hatred. Ganymede was puzzled by this, and he asked Mu Qian many times why after ten years, he still couldn't let go of some illusory thoughts.

And every time, Mu Qian's return is the same:

"Why should I put it down?"

And in fact, this is indeed the case: in the past ten years, Mu Qian has continued to deepen and strengthen his hatred, and time has not only not diluted everything, but has built one high wall after another in Mu Qian's heart, and Mu Qian has trapped himself in the innermost way. Maybe one day, someone can break the outermost wall, but Mu Qian will still erect more walls.

This is the most terrible abyss of resentment in human nature, made up of one after another, endless and innumerable cages. Even a super-magician like time can only succumb to it and become its nourishment to strengthen itself.

"That's very interesting poetry, do you like that kind of cherry and plantain?" Ganymede couldn't help but ask, looking at Mu Qian staring blankly at the red and green in front of him.

"Hmm. Mu Qian nodded lightly.

"It's a sign of homesickness. Ganymede said.

"Hmph, you artificial intelligence who doesn't know anything about, and you always like to meddle, ridiculous. Mu Qian chuckled and shook his head. For the past decade, Callisto has been trying to act as the mentor of Mu Qian's heart, but unfortunately, there is an unbridgeable gap between artificial intelligence and intelligent life.

Mu Qian took one last look at the green, fat, red and thin in front of him, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and then he gently jumped off the trunk of the tree and walked forward slowly among the trees. It's not that he doesn't have no thinking, it's not that he doesn't think about the past, and he tries to find the answers to all his questions, but it's not easy.

From birth to later starting a family, Mu Qian's life on earth was uneventful, he could be satisfied with such a life, but he could not bear the attitude of society towards him. However, he has been enduring and has been working hard as if nothing happened. It wasn't until disaster struck that he realized his heart clearly.

Many people who are good at thinking will feel that there is no way to establish communication and connection between people, because one person cannot fully understand another person, and everything in the world is in coincidence and accident, intertwined and overlapped, and finally becomes a mess, which is a sad and ridiculous absurd art. And if there is no God's perspective, then this kind of absurd art will become the biggest behind-the-scenes control of all groups of society.

Therefore, Mu Qian's blandness and mediocrity on the earth may not necessarily be exchanged for the corresponding kind returns:

"It's not a friend, it's an enemy. ”

"I don't understand your thinking, so you have to follow me. ”

"If I can't get close to you, then I can only hit you. ”

Many people have such a subconscious, but they are not aware of it, but Mu Qian is aware of it. After countless setbacks, encounters, and contempt and slander from others, he learned this art of social survival in a life of thousands of grievances and helplessness.

Contradictions and doubts arose, until Mu Qian's classmate and boss brought him the greatest grievance and oppression in his life, while his closest person, his wife, brought him the greatest shame and pain in his life. However, the matter did not end here, just when Mu Qian wanted to "change his way of life", an absurd dramatic fate appeared again, completely crushing him from the inside out.

This may be just a tragic life for others, but Mu Qian has stubbornness in his bones and a voice in his head. So, he was unwilling. Even after 1,500 years, even though he is separated from the Earth by tens of millions of light years, he is still unwilling.

Compared with the thoughts and thoughts of intelligent life, what is the time and space of the universe?

Mu Qian, who seemed to be walking leisurely in the jungle, suddenly raised his left hand, raised a rectangular stone bar half a meter long and tens of centimeters square to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

This wooden stone bar is gentle to the touch, the whole body is white and green, and there are cloud-like pale white veins floating in it, which looks like a hazy beauty. On one side of the stone bar, there is a series of strange symbols carved into it, and there is a miserable white smiling face that looks terrifying and weird.

Ganymede didn't think it was of much value to the stone, but Mu Qian kept it in his hand as if it were a treasure. After all, this is just a stone bar polished from ordinary stones, and it is the trophy that Mu Qian fought hard to win back with his life in the previous two years.

At the beginning, Mu Qian escaped from Tianchen Pass City, but he was entangled with a small barbarian. In the five years since, Mu Qian and the little barbarian have embarked on a long game of pursuit.

In the beginning, with the help of Callisto's computing power, Mu Qian shamelessly bullied the baby-like little barbarian. However, although this barbarian was young, he had extraordinary courage and tenacity, and no matter how Mu Qian pushed him into a corner, he was able to get out of the predicament in the end.

It wasn't until five years later that the situation finally reversed. This barbarian child has grown tremendously in a short period of time, and Mu Qian can no longer suppress him, and immediately turns from a captured "cat" to a hunted "mouse". This change of identity has brought a great threat to Mu Qian's life, as long as there is a chance, that little barbarian will definitely kill him mercilessly.

In order to solve the imminent existential threat, Mu Qian and Ganymede finally set a killing trap after nearly a year of planning. And a strange man with a stone bar also appeared at that time, and almost killed Mu Qian and the little barbarian in one fell swoop.

Mu Qian still remembered that after the little barbarian had recovered from the wounds he had suffered in the last fight with Mu Qian, he immediately rushed towards him from several kilometers away. So, Mu Qian had no choice but to run. When he was overtaken, he was forced to reluctantly turn around and get to the claws of the little barbarian, and then take advantage of the complex terrain of the jungle and Callisto calculations to escape again.

It was a very demanding test of survival, and with the help of Europa, Mu Qian escaped with his life every time. In this way, the two of them went around in and around the labyrinthine jungle for a month, and Mu Qian finally led the little barbarian to the edge of a narrow mountain crack nearly ten meters deep.

......The little barbarian mocked Mu Qian a few words while showing a cruel grin, and then approached Mu Qian little by little by the crack in the mountain. Although he didn't understand why Mu Qian had run into this desperate situation with no way out, the little barbarian would not miss such an opportunity.

"Panic and run away? What are you playing with poor mouth? Say it as if you have eaten me. Mu Qian whispered in his mouth, and at the same time, he was like a hungry beast, confronting the little barbarian without flinching.

In the past, with the help of Europa, Mu Qian learned a little of the language of the barbarians, and could understand the words of the barbarians. But this does not mean that he can communicate with the barbarians, because the barbarians are too poor in this regard, and with Mu Qian's strength, they also lack the qualifications in this regard.

The little barbarian didn't pay attention to what Mu Qian said, but just pressed over step by step with a fierce gaze and devouring fangs. Suddenly, at a certain distance, the little barbarian rose into the air and pounced condescendingly towards Mu Qian like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

The body moved slightly to the side, and Mu Qian's two sturdy hands rose rapidly, grabbing the two sharp claws of the little barbarian like lightning. Then Mu Qian was thrown to the ground, and at the same time that the little barbarian lowered his head and bit Mu Qian's shoulder, Mu Qian also kicked out vigorously with one foot.

With a "tearing" sound, the little barbarian was kicked out by Mu Qian, and at the same time, he still had a piece of meat on Mu Qian's shoulder in his mouth. The little barbarian immediately lowered himself after landing on the ground, and let out a roar in his throat, and the piece of flesh in his mouth still hung there dripping with blood.

Mu Qian, on the other hand, jumped up, twisting his arms and shoulders rhythmically, which could alleviate the injury of a piece of flesh torn off his shoulder to a certain extent. Then, Mu Qian and the little barbarian looked at each other fiercely, and they were both looking for each other's flaws. Although Mu Qian had been suppressed by the little barbarian who had grown up, he was not powerless to fight back, otherwise he would not have easily grabbed the two fists of the little barbarian rushing towards him just now.

Suddenly, Mu Qian's right knee bent slightly, and it seemed that he was a little unstable. The little barbarian immediately seized the opportunity and rushed towards the ground. This is a very correct choice, compared to a volley, such a close impact is more powerful, and it is easier to knock over Mu Qian, who is unstable.

"It's now. The voice of Callisto rang out. Hearing this, Mu Qian immediately bent his back and relaxed his body, while moving back slightly. He was going to let the little barbarian crash into him, and he would crash into the crack in the mountain behind him.

The little savage saw the narrow crack, but he was not afraid. He can defeat Mu Qian on the outside, and he can do the same in the cracks. Therefore, the little barbarian did not have any scruples and hit Mu Qian's stomach headbutt, and the two immediately entangled their limbs, and then fell into the crack in the mountain.

The sound of "bang" fist exchange came out, and Mu Qian and the little barbarian were no longer the original Wang Ba fists each other, but very skillfully protected their vital parts while inflicting the most damage on the other party. After each of them took a few punches, the little barbarian finally found an opportunity, and a still immature claw "swished" towards Mu Qian's throat.

"It's a matter of success or failure. Mu Qian roared wildly in his heart, completely giving up the resistance, and letting the little barbarian's other fist smash into his face. At the same time, Mu Qian's free hands reached out like two iron pincers, tightly grasping the wrists of the barbarian's outstretched claws.

The two of them had tumbled and fallen into a crack in the mountain, and a vine suddenly appeared and hung down from the top of the mountain. Mu Qian stretched out one leg between the lightning and flint, and with a slight twist, he wrapped the vine around his leg. Finding a point of strength, Mu Qian exerted his strength from his legs, and threw his hands out vigorously, throwing the little barbarian fiercely against a cliff in the crack of the mountain.

The "whoosh" rubble rolled and the little barbarian almost smashed half of the stone wall. Under such a strong impact, the limbs that he and Mu Qian were tightly entangled slightly relaxed. This was Mu Qian's chance, and his other foot kicked out like lightning, kicking the little barbarian into the crack in the mountain, while he himself swung his body and jumped out of the crack.

"Roar......" The little barbarian let out a roar at the bottom of the crack in the mountain, and then grabbed the rock wall and tried to climb up. But how could Mu Qian let him get his wish? The huge stone fell on the head of the little barbarian who was climbing, and the little barbarian reluctantly turned over and fell back to the bottom of the crack pit.

The little barbarian who returned to the bottom of the pit looked up angrily, Mu Qian was holding a big stone and looking at him with a smile, and the angry little barbarian let out a roar again.

"It's better to run away than to be trapped in a cage, right?" Mu Qian said leisurely, standing on top of the crack.

I don't know if the little barbarian understood this, but he began to climb up the crack like crazy. The boulders in Mu Qian's hand fell one after another, some of the little barbarians avoided it, and some of them smashed him directly to the bottom of the pit.

But Xiao Savage tried again and again, even if his head was broken and his whole body was blurred, he never stopped. It's just that this trap designed by Ganymede is not so easy to jump out, there are a lot of stones nearby, and Mu Qian is not afraid of running out of ammunition at all. There is even a fruitful fruit tree not far away, and Mu Qian is not afraid of hunger.

It's an endurance contest, it's just very unfair. At last ten hours passed, and the little barbarian finally could not hold on any longer, and lay at the bottom of the pit dying.

"Alas, we've been playing the game for so many years, and we can't bear to kill you. There is a saying on our earth, it is called if you don't fight, you don't know each other, can we be friends? It's just that you're younger, but I'm over a thousand years old, but I don't mind. Mu Qian suddenly said to the little barbarian in the pit. He said these words very slowly and solemnly, hoping that the little barbarian would understand his not-so-standard barbaric words.

"What are you crazy about? Don't look at him as a child, you can't afford to play with him. Don't forget, it took me a year to find this place, and it took you more than half a month to carefully lure him here without him noticing anything unusual. Ganymede's voice rang in Mu Qian's ears, and it was very eager.

"Ahem, I hope you don't interfere with my decision, I should have the right to decide my own affairs. Mu Qian said softly.

But then Mu Qian felt that his statement was not very polite, and it is not an exaggeration to describe Callisto's help to him as a great kindness. But just when Mu Qian wanted to make amends, he turned around abruptly and stared at a strange person who suddenly appeared behind him.

This strange man was wearing a kind of white wide robe made of coarse linen, covering his whole body inside, so Mu Qian couldn't see what his actual body was like, but his height and body were not much different from Mu Qian's. And the weirdest thing is that the strange man's face is pale, as if it was painted with a large pile of white paint. When the expression on his face changed slightly, the pile of white paint took on a very eerie, eerie and terrifying smile.

This strange man appeared so quietly, and it didn't seem to be of any kind. The muscles in Mu Qian's whole body immediately tensed, and after squinting his eyes and looking at this strange man for a while, he grabbed a stone beside him and rushed over.

On this Dijon Continent, there is actually nothing to communicate with each other at all, and Mu Qian can't communicate either, because he doesn't know what those so-called cosmic languages are.

Sure enough, this strange man was not surprised by Mu Qian's actions, but just punched out, shattering the stone that Mu Qian threw at him. Then his wide linen robe spun up and was under the hood against Mu Qian. Mu Qian had never seen such a move, this was not quite like the form of fighting of these super beings in the chaotic domain, but it was full of bells and whistles when fighting in ancient martial arts novels.

Unable to see the reality of his opponent clearly, Mu Qian planned to take two steps back, avoiding the robe above his head first. But as soon as his body moved, a hard thing smashed into his waist, and in the severe pain, Mu Qian rolled and flew out.

A white-green stone bar appeared on the strange man's left hand, which had been covered by a robe, so Mu Qian didn't see it at all. Before Mu Qian could get up from the ground, the strange man rushed to the ground, and the stone bar in his hand smashed down desperately, and the position of the hit was also very perverted, either Mu Qian's head, or the joints of his hands and feet.

It seems that this weirdo is not only despicable, but also ruthless, and at the same time familiar with the rules of survival here. Mu Qian was powerless to resist for a while, so he could only hold his head and shrink on the ground, letting the stone crackle and fall down.

This is the cycle of cause and effect, Mu Qian just smashed the little barbarian with a stone, and in the blink of an eye, he himself suffered the same fate. Soon, Mu Qian looked like a dead dog with more air out and less air intake, lying on the ground unable to move.

This strange man looked at Mu Qian, who was covered in blood, and grinned, and the white smiling face suddenly came alive, with a strange aura, straight to the bottom of Mu Qian's heart. Mu Qian stared blankly at this strange man, he felt that this strange man was enjoying the pleasure of torturing him at the moment.

After a while, the strange man gently slapped Mu Qian's cheek twice with a stone bar, and then walked to the edge of the crack in the mountain and jumped down. Looking at the strange man at the bottom of the crack, he raised the stone bar in his hand, and was about to smash it on the little barbarian's head, Mu Qian suddenly didn't know where the power came from, and he stood up tremblingly.

"This is my prey. Mu Qian roared, and then stumbled and jumped down, throwing his body at the strange man.

The stone bar was raised and whipped on Mu Qian's head, and Mu Qian immediately hit one of the stone walls of the crack, and then rolled down to the strange man's footsteps like a bloody gourd.

"Boom. The strange man grinned, and that miserable white smile actually gave Mu Qian a feeling of palpitations, like a sharp string, plucking the deepest buried thing in his heart in the blood.