The black stone is a treasure, and the seeds inside are even more precious, and they can actually enhance consciousness. Since there is the energy to increase consciousness, take it one step at a time and look at it one step at a time. Zhong Xuanyang retracted his thoughts and thought about ways to enhance the energy of his consciousness.

Memories, memories, and thinking seem to enhance the energy of consciousness, and after a long time, Zhong Xuanyang found that thinking grew the fastest, perhaps the greater the consumption, the more it increased. But he didn't plan to start thinking about academics or metaphysics now, he began to recall the life in his memory, Xuanyang has a super memory ability, the bits and pieces after the age of five are like a lame and a little wonderful TV series, clear scenes emerge in consciousness, the innocence of childhood, the doting of grandparents and parents, the naivety of youth, the teachings of the elders, the pursuit of youth, and the arrogant dreams and yearnings; the youthful, bitter, and helpless painful love and marriage that makes him mad; Persistent research and reflection on life. He thought of Xu Feifei: a passionate and energetic girl who was not too beautiful, and it was this not-too-beautiful girl who saved him from sinking and made him evoke suppressed emotions and the vitality of academic research. "She gave me a second life!" Zhong Xuanyang sighed, "There are too many negative Qing, too much!"

Zhong Xuanyang began to sort out what he had learned in his life, as well as what he had learned, the direction of research, the cognition of the earth, the cognition of the galaxy and the universe, the origin, origin, essence, value, and meaning of life, and he suddenly remembered the Hetuluo book, which was known as the 'Cosmic Rubik's Cube'.

One point becomes the sea, one line creates the world, this is the point of view mentioned in the academic "Point, Line and Life" that he left to Su Feifei. If life is a point, is the earth one or several lines? If the earth is a point, how many lines does the solar system have? The solar system is a point? What about the Milky Way? Life particles are one point, and whether life is the Milky Way of life particles, which is their universe. The difference between man and animal The two Europeans have thought deeply about politics, history, culture, and human evolution, but aside from all this, what is the difference between man and animal? Why did dinosaurs, ants, tigers, and so on not evolve to the level of man? But only apes? Are man really the result of the evolution of apes? What is life? Matter?energy? Matter is energy, and in what way does energy constitute matter? Is the human body an energy body or a substance? Under what conditions does energy constitute such a complex and changeable life form? Consciousness? Zhong Xuanyang fell into deep thought, like a speck of dust floating in the vast universe. It's like a dream, like a nightmare. Endless combinations of dots and lines annihilated, combined and annihilated again. With the ignorance of Zhongxuanyang, the milky white cold and cold energy in the seed space surged, like a storm and waves. A frenzy was also set off around the crystal clear ice-like tree attached to the black stone, and the tree was like a black hole, and countless invisible filaments around it poured in like hungry beasts. In the seed space, the consciousness of the middle Xuanyang has become another black hole, one day, one year, one hundred years, with the enhancement of the consciousness of the middle Xuanyang, the endless dots and lines have infinite ideas, and the cycle repeats.

There is no sun and moon in the cave, and there is no time in the seed space. With more and more energy, a thin layer of mist rises on the surface of the seed, the fog gradually thickens, when it is so thick that the substance is general, under the pressure of the energy that continues to pour in outside, the dense fog on the surface of the seed is slowly compressed, and then compressed, gradually forming a circular cocoon, the round cocoon tenaciously supports, and then supports, and finally bursts under the strong squeezing, the pain of the powder body suddenly came, the last time the powder body was broken, Zhongxuanyang did not feel it, this time finally got his wish, tearing his heart and lungs, the intestines pierced the stomach, and the ten thousand arrows pierced the heart and the pain at this time was not as good as what happened, the key is that he could not die。 Zhong Xuanyang's consciousness was roaring and wailing, but the energy outside was still the same, the strength of the seeds was still the same, and the black stone was still faintly flickering with dark light. Life and nothing is his true thought at the moment, he just wants to die at the moment, end it, end it, go to his father's academics, go to his mother's metaphysics, go to his father's bullshit The meaning of life......

He just wanted to die, to die completely. Just as Zhong Xuanyang was about to rejoice in death, a little light suddenly appeared on the surface of the seed and penetrated into Zhong Xuanyang's consciousness, which actually pulled his consciousness back into endless suffering in an instant, and slowly enlarged.

"What kind of sin did I create in my last life," Zhong Xuanyang wailed and wanted to scold his mother happily, he suddenly thought of ancient torture, and the infamous 731, as well as those inhumane killing games in the contemporary darkness, "mongrel" He scolded angrily, although he is now dying and alive, it is precisely because he is currently experiencing the torment of life is worse than death, what kind of perverted mongrel would formulate and carry out those perverted tortures, Zhong Xuanyang cursed viciously.

He doesn't know much about scolding and rarely scolds, but now he just wants to scold.

Wave after wave of pain, endless, endless, soberly enjoying the taste of 'refining', but after the light and cold energy dissolved, the pain finally broke away very slowly, as if it was molting.

When the pain disappeared completely, Zhong Xuanyang had the feeling of being after the sauna, it was like waking up from an endless nightmare, the infinite feeling of weakness, the sense of detachment, and the pervasiveness, he just wanted to sleep sleep sleep sleep, sleep until the world was turned upside down and the sea was dry.

"What kind of energy is that faint light on the subsurface?" Zhong Xuanyang thought with all his might, with the last bit of not very clear consciousness. Then he fell into a deep sleep, and the storm of energy continued, layer upon layer, layer upon layer. The so-called seed space was nothing more than a tiny distance between the blackstone and the seed, but now the space seemed to be infinite. After the layers of energy are covered and compressed, an energy fetus is formed, in which Zhong Xuanyang sleeps peacefully, like a baby in the womb of a polar mother. If Zhong Xuanyang is sober at this time, I don't know what kind of mood he will have: he almost didn't survive a cocoon, what kind of life will it be when the fetus is broken?

Time is meaningless. When Zhong Xuanyang woke up heartily, he felt that something was missing, a lot more, a lot more, a lot more, a lot of things, he actually saw his eyes, and then saw the back of his head, his hands, and his body. It's a strange thing, a complete and delicate villain about six inches is hanging quietly in the black stone, he himself was actually turned over, he actually has a motherly hair, subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanted to grab it, vented his evil fire-like love, "scratched his face", twisted his ears hard, and it hurt. Zhong Xuanyang sighed helplessly, if he appeared in this image on the earth, what kind of turmoil would it set off: would everyone be crazy about it? At least women couldn't resist his temptation. It's a pity that I don't know the way back from sleep, and I strayed into the depths of my dreams! Zhongxuanyang does not have the comfort and happiness of Qingzhao poets, only boundless regret Xiao Xiao: witnessing the formation and birth of a new life, the exploration of unknown life will have epoch-making significance!

The six-inch villain looked mocking.

Zhong Xuanyang was surprised to find that he saw the long passage in the black stone, which can only be seen when magnified tens of millions of times on the earth, and he immediately discovered another incredible thing: how big is the black stone? But the size of a pigeon's egg, how big is the villain? That's six inches high, why is it six inches? The joke of his classmates in college is 0.06 zhang allusion to some color. He wanted to roar: Why six inches?

Parallel space? No, dimensional space, different dimensional time and space, the villain wanders in the black stone, and actually has a boundless feeling.

"Oh, where's the seed?"

"Really?"

"It's weird," the villain muttered softly. He has too many doubts, including how the villain was formed, why he has his own memories and consciousness, and in the end he can only be strange.

He moved his gaze to the space outside the black stone, not feeling, but really seeing: he embedded the black stone he had played with for decades into the branches of a big tree like ice crystals, the big tree was dull, and the space where the big tree was located was like a clear sky after rain, clean and bright.

He slowly looked into the distance, a meter, a mile, a hundred miles, a thousand miles, and he was sure that he saw something within a thousand miles. Zhong Xuanyang was beaten to numbness, he knew that numbness was the enemy of science, and he must not be numb, but what else could he do except be numb at present?

The square garden is as clear as the sky within a thousand miles, except for the gray earth and the gray stones, it is clean, thorough, and bright.

This is a completely new life form, and as a life scientist, whether from a scientific point of view or from an empirical intuition, this is definitely a real living being, a matter of matter. But when he stared at himself, he only felt an absolutely pure mystical energy squirming quickly and slowly, and such contradictory things seemed so harmonious in him, the little man, like wind and clouds, like grass, as if it should have been like this.

"It's weird."

What amazed Zhong Xuanyang even more was the strength of his consciousness and the speed of analysis and calculation that was not inferior to that of divine light.

"It's a yellow day, it's a Sunday, what the hell is going on?. He was confident that he could clearly see the trajectory of the bullets, and as for whether he could catch the flying bullets, he needed to try to know.

Zhong Xuanyang is crazy, not just crazy, he wants to be crazy. It's like a treasure thief entering a huge treasure trove with nothing to gain, and it's a very heart-wrenching feeling. From the moment the black line appeared, which phenomenon, substance, time and space, and event did not make him crazy, although it could not be treated with a rigorous scientific attitude, it was all research materials and research objects that were difficult to find for eternity. Zhong Xuanyang is now the treasure thief who can't get a penny. The life of the nerves, the nerves of life, he just wants to uncover as much of her mystery as possible in the limited time of his life: where did you come from, what are you doing, where are you going, why do you exist, what is the meaning of individual life?...... He had endless doubts, more now, more......

Zhong Xuanyang has endless ideas, perceptions, and doubts, but these are too illusory for him at present, survival is the foundation, he doesn't even know where he is, he doesn't have a normal body, although the consciousness villain energy has not dissipated, but there is no supplement, how long can this situation last? Death is not mysterious, life is not mysterious, the process of life and death is a bit mysterious. "Xuanna, suspense" Xuanyang couldn't help but sigh.