People are social animals, so few people can endure the lonely life of isolation for a long time, maybe some people will look forward to the beautiful artistic conception of the mountains and valleys in the poem, but if you really leave an ordinary person in a similar environment, within half a year, even if you are not eaten by wild beasts or starved to death, your spirit is already on the verge of collapse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Lan doesn't like to escape from the world, because escapism is a very mental thing, he has not completely abandoned the seven emotions and six desires to become a god, for him, escapism is just a need, a purpose.

Sometimes when you encounter the trouble of not knowing the situation in the game, you might as well jump out of the game and look back at the overall situation to see the cause and effect of the matter.

In the months after Berlant left, Xia Lan never met anyone else, he knew that the outside world must be wonderful at this time, but no matter how wonderful it was, the world would never stop turning because of the lack of anyone, this is the truth he only understood after spending his last life in adolescence.

Recently, he was having a dream, a strange and bizarre dream.

Usually dreams are separate, short-lived, and easy to forget, but his dreams are like a series without intervals, and the content of the plot shows the memories of his past life in a casual manner.

He didn't know why he had this dream, and he didn't know what it meant.

I heard that people only have a pre-life vision before they die, so will their dreams be a kind of sacrifice for their past lives?

He has never been inclined to get to the bottom of anything too complex and philosophical, and in his mindset it is a waste of time to think about things that are meaningless. Maybe it's because you've been lonely for a long time, and your thoughts will inevitably extend to boring things.

Life in the mountains was quiet, probably to blame the fact that the place he chose was really remote, a dangerous forbidden area that ordinary hunters would not go into, otherwise Berlant would not have looked for him for two weeks. In many places, he can find pristine ancient species, some of which can be traced back to the distant period of obscurantism.

He had lived here for a long time, and he began to live like a wild man, with his hair scattered and his clothes patchwork, and the only crude beds made of dry wood and hay in the wooden hut where he rested were hard to recognize at a glance if a familiar person touched him.

Anyone who doesn't pay attention to food and clothing, and is too lazy to tidy up the image will naturally become like this, and the beggar on the street is the best template for comparison, and the only difference between the two may only be in terms of mental outlook.

Beggars are avoided by everyone, and savages are also avoided by everyone, the difference is that the former is disgusting, and the latter is feared.

There are very few things to do in the mountains for recreation, and when he is free during the day, Xia Lan will integrate the skills and knowledge of his past cultivation by practicing swordsmanship, and try to get rid of the abilities given by the system to obtain his own power, and the Book of Gold has become an important reliance for him.

The night darkened, feeling the cold wind in the mountains and forests, listening to the roar of insects and beasts, sitting in front of the fire and looking up at the bright starry sky and purple moon, emptying the loneliness of the soul, calming down the glitz of the heart, forgetting the vicissitudes of life, forgetting all living beings, fading away with the past, and falling asleep with dreams.

The dream is still a familiar dream, and the longer the dream, the more difficult it is for Xia Lan to distinguish the self in and out of the dream.

He does not deny the self of his previous life, he denies the self of his previous life.

There is a famous Theseus paradox in a previous life, assuming that a ship that can sail at sea for hundreds of years will be replaced if a piece of wood rots, and when all the wood on board has been replaced, is the ship still the same ship?

Originally, he didn't think about this kind of problem at all, but when such an example happened to him, he couldn't help but think about it.

He is Xia Lan, but can you say that he is Xia Xun in his previous life? First of all, the difference in personality and personality denies this, but he is not Xia Lan, who is he? So the problem is back to square one.

Who am I?

The final question leads to the ultimate question of philosophy.

Does this question matter?

Not all questions have answers, perhaps questions are more important than answers, and since he can think about this question, it is enough to show whether the question is important or not.

As a personality split by the ontology after experiencing severe psychological trauma, the current Xia Lan has a strong sense of self, I am Xia Lan, Xia Lan is me, this is the case, no one can change.

He is not Xia Xun, because the real personality that belongs to Xia Xun is dead.

He is Xia Xun, simply because he inherited Xia Xun's skin and memory.

In fact, it is very simple to understand this question, as long as he knows who he is in his self-knowledge.

The only difference between him and the ship of Theseus is that he is conscious, while the ship of Theseus does not.

So he knew who he was, and the ship of Theseus was left to the eyes of others.

When he completely recognized himself, his soul suddenly felt as if he had received a profound baptism, and he felt a transformation all over his body.

It didn't take long for him to walk out of the deep mountains and old forests where he had retreated and retreated, all the way to the north.

As he passed through the defense line of the Lake Saône, the brutal war completely destroyed the land he remembered familiarly, the collapsed city walls were covered with traces of swords and arrows, as if to speak of grief without words, the burned houses, the rubble everywhere formed a shocking huge ruin, and the once prosperous people left behind a pale of life.

Stepping on the blood-soaked dark streets, the ears seem to echo with a desperate and sad wail, those vague corpses scattered around with a foul smell interpret the scene of purgatory on earth in the last scene before death, the sun in the sky is brilliant, but it never lingers the haze buried here.

Seeing this, I wonder if he will regret his departure at the beginning.

It's a pity that there is not the slightest emotional fluctuation on his indifferent face.

Maybe he's used to it, or maybe he's not thinking about it at all.

In the distance, he suddenly heard the creaking sound of the wheels of the car turning hard, and following the sound, he faintly saw a rickety figure in his field of vision, out of curiosity, he stepped forward, only to see an old man in his old age struggling to push a flatbed truck with corpses.

The flatbed stopped because the old man saw Xia Lan.

"Hello, young man."

The old man said with a gentle smile on his weather-beaten face.

"Hello." Xia Lan nodded in response.

"Did you just come back from a refugee?" The old man asked, looking at his unkempt appearance.

"I just came out of the mountains, what about you?" Charland Road.

"I'm burying countless dead souls here." The old man pointed to the miserable corpse on the flatbed truck and said: "I turned out to be a grave keeper in the nearby cemetery, a few days ago, the Heather Empire broke through the guards here and set fire to it, I should have died here, but the Imperial Army spared my life, perhaps, they think they don't need to do it themselves, my old guy will not be long away." ”

"You're in good luck." Charland Road.

"yes, I'm so lucky, everyone here died, but I survived." As the old man spoke, tears overflowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and his voice was filled with endless sadness. "When I wandered here in despair, and saw the devastation of corpses, I suddenly understood that the purpose of my life was to bury them who had no place to return."

"Do you have a hate in your heart?" Xia Lan asked.

"There is no hatred in my heart, because hatred no longer means anything to me, if hatred can bring the dead back to life, if tragedy can be avoided, then I will naturally have hatred in my heart, however, hatred cannot change these realities, hatred will only destroy myself." The old man shook his head and said, "Are you full of hatred in your heart when you ask this?" ”

"There were, but now it's gone." Xia Lan smiled at a rare sight. "Because I can't find the meaning of hatred either."

"Young man, where are you going next?" The old man leaned down and put his hands on the handlebars of the flatbed truck again. "Do you need to go to my place for a break?"

"Thank you for your kindness." Xia Lan shook her head and politely refused, "Next, I'm going to go to the Apocalypse Mountain." ”

"Mountain of Revelation...... Young man, do you know that it is a very dangerous battlefield right now? The old man reminded worriedly.

"I know, but I have to go there." Xia Lan looked to the north and said, "Because, there is an answer I seek. ”

"Is this answer more important than your life?" The old man asked.

"I think, yes." Xia Lan smiled again. "Everyone has their own meaning in this world, doesn't they?"

"Good luck, young man, and may the light bless you."

The old man said no more, and after sending him his blessing, he pushed the flatbed cart and left slowly.

He turned to look at the old man's back, and only when the other party faded away and disappeared from sight did he start his journey again.

On the road of life, you will always take a strange road, see strange scenery, meet strange people, thoughts and concepts with time unconsciously changed, maybe a certain day, maybe a casual moment, you will understand the meaning of your life.

He knew how dangerous the end of the north was, but he could continue to live in seclusion in the mountains and watch the situation change, because sooner or later the answers he sought would appear.

But he didn't, simply because he wanted to witness the twisted history that was on the fork in the road, to witness the conjecture in his heart.

Maybe it's going to be a trip of disappointment, or maybe it's a trip to death.

But some things are destined to be full of meaning, and even if you don't want to face it, you can't avoid it.

At the end of summer, the weather changes and the storms formed by the oceans begin to sweep the coast and inland, but the natural disasters of nature seem so small in the face of the catastrophe caused by mankind, and the era of the new moon is coming to an end at any time, and the apocalyptic Yuan is looking forward to the day when the sun will appear.