(Hahahaha,Don't care why it's such a name.,Probably it means that there will be it in the future.,In addition,This story has nothing to do with the world's first shopkeeper.,But many of my supporting character names are not changed.,The latest chapter of the world's first shopkeeper mentioned in the Sikong Du Sikong Cook is actually two very powerful characters in the story I wrote earlier.,Just wrote.,So send out an extra fan of this story.。 Again, this story has nothing to do with the world's first shopkeeper, it's just that the character name collides, because the author has written a lot of short stories before, so send it for entertainment~)

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I have a lot of names, and my current name is Wataru, and this is actually the second time I've used that name again. I forgot my previous name. But at that time, no matter which name I am, many people were terrified when they heard it. Of course it was a boring story, just like the first few times I woke up.

When I was born, the rule of the Great Qin Empire was still very strong. Because I live in Xianyang City and are a businessman, I don't experience too much human suffering. Or rather, personal feelings. But more or less, I also have some fears. About an invisible guy.

At that time, there were floods in the south, which was difficult to manage, and many people were displaced. In earlier times, as it was, war was not the only threat to humanity. Nature at that time was furious, and its power was amazing. Although, as far as nature itself is concerned, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed or not. Unlike today, the human realm and the natural realm are separated. As beings who can judge everything, you don't want to live in that kind of environment.

My fear of nature took root from that time.

I've loved sword dancing since I was a kid. I'm a natural knight. This was later confirmed by my experiences. In short, as fate would have it, I met a sword, and then fought the sword. For this, I also paid a lot of price. For example, I gave up my family business.

As a cloth merchant, my father loved to give advice on how to wear them. That's why he hates me for practicing swords. Because no swordsman wears a peerless style. But I loved the shabby cloth and the inlay of sharp swords. My first partner was called Hanli. I spent a lot of money to hire the famous craftsman Xu Fuzi to build. Although because of the namelessness of the sword-wielder, the sword has always been low-key. But I know that I must be very good without any master to teach swordsmanship. Because I'm a genius indeed, about kendo.

My father often asked me to manage the family business. My mother was anxious for me to start a family.

I just want to find the meaning of my life as soon as possible.

So I waited for the first time in my life to use a sword.

It was a breezy day. But it wasn't a good day. Next door to my house is an ordinary family, I can't remember what the surname is. He has two daughters and a son, and the son is twelve years old. As is customary, they are to be sent to the army. The strength of a country is reflected in its combat strength. Especially in those days, soldiers replaced everything.

Obviously, the next thing is that Qin's barracks need fresh blood, but this family doesn't want to hand over their son. But there was no money to keep his son out of the woods.

I saw the man fall on his knees and beg for the Empire to spare his son. My parents told me to leave this sort of thing alone. I know that they have been able to keep me safe for many years, naturally because of money. But there will be no money to help others.

I am grateful to my parents. But you should understand that in the heart of a swordsman, there is no difference between high and low, or between ruling and being ruled. I'm a hot-blooded person. So I didn't think about what it meant to draw a sword against the imperial forces in Xianyang City.

Anyway, I drew my sword.

What amazes me is that at the moment of war with people, I find that the whole world becomes very slow. And I, on the other hand, are faster. The sword is so light that there will be almost no resistance wherever it is swung. And things outside of me, because they are in a near-stationary ultra-low state, have no resistance. I could hear the prolonged heartbeat and breathing, and I could see how the dust was rising and falling to the ground.

Everything is only in the blink of an eye.

As I said, I was a natural swordsman. A lot of Qin soldiers came, and they were all knocked down by me. And I've forgotten why I came out with my sword. I was immersed in this natural state of using the sword.

When I came back to my senses, my surroundings were already full of Qin soldiers who had fallen to the ground. I'm satisfied. But it can't save the people who were supposed to be saved. And I, because I was favored by the empire for this martial art, entered the palace.

The Qin Palace is majestic. The King of Qin was also very eloquent. He told me that the Yan State had an envoy. He didn't want anything to happen to me as his bodyguard.

I asked, "How do you trust me to help you?" ”

He said: "You are wasting martial arts to save a common people. Because the world is uneven, the war is endless, and there will only be countless such things repeated. And I am the one to whom destiny belongs. I can make the world war-free. ”

These words are naturally imperial techniques. But I still believed it. It was originally an era of ending war with war, and the Qin State could indeed do it.

Half a month later, the Yan delegation's delegation arrived. The man is a very powerful swordsman. This time, Qin is here to present a picture. Speaking of which, this is the first opponent in my life who deserves my name to remember.

I still remember that day in the hall, the atmosphere was very solemn. King Qin's expression was very easy-going. The same was true of that man, I remember the way he smiled, a warm smile, but so, weird. If he didn't draw his sword, he would have been a gentle man. He knelt down in front of the King of Qin, repeated his intentions, and reported his name, Jing Ke.

Heads, maps.

Just like history as we all know it. And then there are daggers.

The moment he stabbed me, I heard a sigh so faint that I almost thought it was an illusion. I didn't have time to think. The moment he drew his sword, time seemed to stand still, however, Jing Ke was not stopped.

In such a super-slow space. I was silent with him for a moment. The so-called moment is just a blink of an eye. I saw him smile wryly. Of course I know why he smiled wryly. I'm afraid that in his life, including me, this is rarely the case.

I mean, the kind of speed after the sword is drawn. He saw me as fast as he did. I saw him as fast as I was.

Short dagger against long sword. He didn't fall behind at all, and even had some experience that put me on the verge of danger several times.

And they, too, are moving, albeit slowly.

I haven't had a conversation with Jing Ke, but I want to tell him to escape. I know that if he wants to assassinate the King of Qin, then he will inevitably be stabbed to death by me. If he wants to deal with me, then he will be surrounded by the Qin army, which is slow but does not really stop.

But he still squinted and smiled. Then he stabbed at King Qin in a desperate way.

He wasn't as slow as I was, but his dagger wasn't as long as a sword. And then he died. The moment the sword was sheathed, I heard a chuckle. But it's not from Jing Ke. The panicked scene quickly buried it all. My mind went blank, or, with that sigh, that chuckle.

Ignore the chaos in the Qin Palace at the moment. I followed the memory of that laughter and chased it out. This time, he never returned to Xianyang. Until my parents grew old. I didn't go back until the country changed hands.

The owner of the laughter seemed to be waiting for me himself. I don't know how long I chased it. Maybe it's because I don't have a concept of time itself. In short, I have the impression of countless mountains, countless rivers, and countless villages. By the time I caught up with this guy, I didn't know where it was.

He was a young scholar and was supposed to be a Confucian disciple.

This was my first meeting with him.

I remember the conversation that day.

"I watched the stars at night and found that King Qin would die, at the hands of a very powerful swordsman. I've always been very accurate. But I didn't expect the strongest sword to break, because of the appearance of this guy of yours. ”

He also smiled, not smiling very happily like Jing Ke, he was very indifferent to laugh.

"What were you laughing at?" I don't understand why I've been chasing for so long, and the first sentence is this.

He said: "I'm laughing, and since I can look away, then it means that the things I didn't like in the past may also be because I have lost my eyes." ”

I don't really like this guy who speaks unintelligibly.

He continued: "I can see the end of many things, such as a country, a dynasty, a life, a love. I can see you, too. I guess you won't want to know. ”

Lunatic. I have somehow chased such a crazy man for so long. I can't help but regret it a little. Ignoring him anymore, I turned and left, not knowing the direction and the destination.

He said again, the last words of that conversation.

"You're going to have to go through that fate about three more times. However, it will eventually fail. ”

Although I knew he was crazy, I still asked curiously, what fate? There was no answer. He's gone. Sure enough, he was a madman, but he was a very fast madman.

The days that followed were much simpler. I passed through many villages, and I fought with many great swordsmen, but I never drew my sword. Even though it was so hard, I still didn't lose.

I don't remember how long it was. How far has it gone. It's just that later, according to the madman, I had already challenged all the places in Kyushu at that time. It took ten years.

I didn't know why, but I seemed particularly dull about time. I haven't noticed that my appearance has been stopped forever at the moment when I first drew my sword.

I used to think that the whole meaning of my life was in kendo. But when I was invincible, I found that this was not the case. The meaning of being strong shouldn't just be that I want to be strong.

The state of Qin finally collapsed. Although so many years have passed, I remember King Qin's words, the destiny of heaven returns, and there will be no more wars. Unfortunately, he didn't find the elixir.

That's what history is, isn't it? The emperors took the common people as slaves, and the common people rebuilt them into history. And history, with the emperor as a slave. When King Qin is dead, there will be the next person who thinks that his destiny returns. I should have realized that a war that is resolved by war is, in the final analysis, not salvation and cannot be concluded.

But I will not give up the sword because of such an awareness. Because it takes great power to enforce justice. The so-called chivalrous way is to use the sword to talk to the world. I'm still walking on the road to becoming stronger. Although I don't care about the war anymore. But I still heard two names.

Liu Bang, Xiang Yu.

These two names have almost spread to the Shenzhou Continent. At first I didn't care. However, just when I thought I was about to be invincible, I met a man who completely defeated me.

It was in Wujiang.

I've heard from some warlocks that there's a very good guy here. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he is always dressed in white, with silver hair like snow, and no one has ever seen him pull out a sword at his waist. I've been looking for a long time. Until one day, I looked at a cloud in the sky that never moved, and then under the cloud, I saw this man.

A swordsman of great beauty. If my father had seen this man, he might have been happy for me to go to the kendo.

This person is called Ye Chou Cheng.

It's the third, the one whose name deserves to be remembered by me. Perhaps, at that time, I didn't even deserve his memory of my name.

I knew from the first time I saw him that he was a real master. Although he did not draw his sword. For such an opponent, I am very happy. So from the beginning, I was going to give it my all.

The second draw of the sword since Jing Ke's death. There is a long time lag between two draws. For a long time, I didn't need to draw my sword. But I know that once I draw my sword, my strength will definitely be far above that of the palace that day.

The moment the world came to a standstill, I felt stronger than ever.

However, there is no point. Because Ye Chou City is too strong. The fastest and strongest sword I could wield at the time, I could even feel the clouds in the sky tremble. The furious sword intent blended with the nature I feared, and I was absolutely satisfied with the level of that sword.

But unexpectedly, it just blew his hair,

I don't know how Ye Chou Cheng avoided me, or when he used his sword to defeat me. I could feel that he was in a deeper still world, and in that world, I was like the Qin soldiers who had been knocked down by me when I first drew my sword. And Ye Choucheng is the one who wields the sword.

It was an extremely rare defeat in life. It was also the worst failure. If there was any relief, it was the surprise in his eyes. I don't know what he's shocking. He only took out one sword, as if the earth was separated by this sword, as if a meteor in the bright starry sky had crossed a mark of light that would not disappear.

I'm not dead. This surprised him again. But I feel like I'm dead. Maybe one more breath will die, maybe the heart will die one more beat, maybe one more thought will float through the thought, and one more word will die.

But I still said the sentence: "I...... How...... Looking for you. ”

Ye Choucheng glanced at me lightly, with a hint of incomprehension in his eyes. The voice that didn't distinguish the emotion said: "Not long after, the overlord of Western Chu will die here. If only you could save him. I will come to you. ”

Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is the fourth person whose name I deserve to remember. I don't know why Ye Choucheng concluded that Xiang Yu would die. But I inexplicably believed him. This kind of belief simply makes me feel that Xiang Yu is already a dead man.

Before the eternal tragedy of Wujiang, I had a relationship with him.

At that time, on the forest road outside Chencheng, his troops marched in the rain. Han and I both look very old. Countless people and horses sped past me in the mud. I'm still going my way. It wasn't until Xiang Yu's black horse passed by that I grabbed the reins.

As long as the person doesn't die. Then let me take him.

However, he was not pulled off by me. The moment I made my move, he did too. So the rope was broken, but the man remained still.

He waved his hand, and the troops behind him and the troops in front of him quickly stopped.

Many Chu troops surrounded me. A circle of ten steps. I'm in the circle, he's outside the circle. I said, "Come with me." ”

Xiang Yu said: "Report your name." ”

I thought about it and realized that I hadn't used a name in years. In those stories about me, an unknown swordsman defeated many famous people, and of course, I can't remember the names.

So I shook my head and refused to answer Xiang Yu's question, I said, "You will die in Wujiang." ”

Xiang Yu laughed and said, "The only person who can kill me is myself." ”

For this sentence, I was impressed. Because I just had a crushing defeat and needed a victory. Looking at the countless Chu troops around me, I drew my sword for the third time in my life. The moment the sword was unsheathed, I finally understood why Xiang Yu was so confident. Like Jing Ke, he is also a very fast person.

I have to say, I met a strong enemy.

If Ye Choucheng's strength is unfathomable to me, then Xiang Yu's strength is a force that is almost vast.

My sword kept colliding with his spear. It's just that every time I collide, I feel the pain of cold separation.

I fought with Xiang Yu for dozens of rounds. I was a little tired, but he was in high spirits. Eventually, the cold broke off. And I was lying in the mud, very embarrassed. Xiang Yu stretched out his hand and pulled me up.

He said: "I'm not a very smart person, but I can see the heart of a martial artist better than Fan Zeng and Zhang Liang. You don't hurt my heart, and I naturally have no intention of killing you. ”

He mounted his horse, and the troops continued on their way. The last sentence is: "A character like you shouldn't die here, see you again." ”

I lost again. But I don't feel that sad. Maybe it's because of Xiang Yu, maybe it's because my mind is on my broken partner. A man cannot be resurrected from the dead, and neither can the sword.

I need a sword. But I'm not in a hurry to need a sword. Because I believe that unless Ye Choucheng personally kills Xiang Yu, no one in this world will be able to hurt him. And I, even without a partner, am still a powerful swordsman.

When I was young, I once heard that there was a powerful blacksmith in the Confucian family in Beihai. I have also heard that the people of the Southern Barbarian Secret Realm will forge extremely powerful divine weapons. It is also said that the spear in the hands of Meng Tian, the general of the Qin State, was made by a hermit master in Xianyang City. The fish intestine in Jing Ke's hand was made by a swallow man on the edge of Yishui. I have a lot of thoughts in my mind about my partner after the cold leaves.

But I didn't go.

Passing through a small village, I saw a villager making a toy for his son, a wooden sword. It's beautifully sheared. I saw that for some reason, as if I was enchanted, I asked, "Is this sword for sale?" ”

The villager was kind: "Children's toys, if you like this craft, I will give it to you." ”

I just noticed that there were a lot of wooden weapons behind this man. I gave him all the money I had on me. In the time he was stunned, I took a wooden sword and went away alone.

At first the sword had no name, but later, the madman gave it a name, called the years.

He said he wanted to know if it was us who would break first, or if the years would break first. I don't like this guy who likes to say things he doesn't understand. Of course, that's an afterthought.

Of course, a powerful swordsman will inevitably hurt his enemies with his sword. However, in the hands of such a swordsman, the sword is only a companion who is responsible for borrowing power, and no one will use the companion's body as a weapon. I don't know how I suddenly realized such a truth, probably because of successive defeats. As I said, I am a genius with a sword, and even if I meet Ye Choucheng, I don't feel like I will lose to anyone.

In short, after that, my sword will never hurt again.

Finding a new partner and having some insights, although I don't feel that I have become stronger, at least it is impossible to defeat Ye Choucheng, but I still have to go to Wujiang. Because I believe that Xiang Yu will not die, but I believe even more that Ye Choucheng will not assert for no reason.

It's just that when I came, it was already a little late. There are many powerful people, although they are not as good as me and Xiang Yu, but they are all masters. And this group of masters is Xiang Yu's enemy. Behind the many masters, there was a man with a smile on his face.

I guess he's probably Liu Bang.

Liu Bang's smile is very similar to Jing Ke, but it is not so pure and gentle. Jing Ke is a swordsman, and he will be a king. Or I compare him with Jing Ke, for a king, more or less praise, but for a swordsman in the true sense, it is slander.

I don't hate Xiang Yu, in him, the breath of a warrior is greater than the breath of a king. Although heroes can't rule the world, heroes don't deserve to die. So I don't mind using my sword to get rid of everyone around Liu Bang. As long as Xiang Yu crossed the Wujiang River and went to Jiangdong.

But.

As I said, it's a little late. Xiang Yu's expression was not at all among these martial artists. And in his arms, a beautiful woman who died. I don't know what makes a hero look so sad.

I held my sword horizontally in front of me, and no one dared to come near.

"Today shouldn't be your sacrifice day, cheer up, I'll take you away."

Xiang Yu did not react.

It's a bit of a headache, though, I think I can kill these masters alone. But things didn't go the way I thought.

When Xiang Yu came back to his senses, the whole person seemed extremely calm. When he knew I had come to save him, he just smiled wryly.

I don't quite understand the meaning of laughter in the face of death. For example, when Jing Ke died, the madman laughed. Xiang Yu said: "I haven't reached the point where I need a person with a wooden sword to protect me. ”

It doesn't matter, as long as this guy doesn't die anyway.

Xiang Yu said again: "Report your name." ”

I said a name this time, although it was a temporary reminder, just to let him cross to Koto. casually said a crossing word.

Xiang Yu said with a smile: "I betrayed my relatives, I didn't expect that you would come to save me in the end." Wataru yes, I don't remember what I said when we first met. ”

"Well, the only one who can kill you is yourself."

I do remember this sentence, but I don't understand the true meaning of it, it turns out that it is not an attitude of pride, but a commentary of fate.

I heard the sound of a knife cutting through flesh. When I turned around, Xiang Yu hugged the woman in his arms and gasped.

Xiang Yu looked at me with a puzzled look and smiled: "Du, if you have a chance, let's compete in hell." ”

This is the last sentence.

Xiang Yu, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, died like this.

After his death, Liu Bang's subordinates did not attack me, which indirectly saved Liu Bang's life. The main reason, of course, was that I heard another chuckle. He didn't let me chase very far this time. Just after leaving Wujiang, I saw a madman.

It's still the same as it was back then. Not a single bit has changed.

"What are you laughing at?"

The madman said: "I saw Xiang Yu again who should have been killed by a group of people, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating." Although the reason is not you, it is the woman, but you are involved. ”

I don't understand.

He held up two fingers and said, "This is the second time." You've made another little person who can influence history. ”

Still don't understand.

He also continued: "Saving the King of Qin can be regarded as a feat to help unify this continent. And Xiang Yu's death may represent the prosperity of another dynasty. He is indeed a figure worthy of the new era. ”

It occurred to me that maybe he wasn't crazy.

"In this world, there should be people like us, history is a car, time is a horse, and the reins are in our hands. Although, no one will remember the coachman. But I have to say, we are important. ”

"Why are you saying this to me?" I really don't understand.

He laughed, "I'm just afraid that you'll want to die if you live too long, and you'll have to remember my words at that time." We, very important. ”

"Who are you?"

The scholar patted the dust on his body and said, "My name is Sikong Cook, and we will meet again in the future." ”

Boiled. I didn't expect at the time that this scholar named Sikong Cook was a ruthless character who made Ye Choucheng feel extremely difficult to deal with. I don't know, there are some roads, he has walked far longer than me.

He was right. In the back, I did experience it twice, and I could almost influence the fate of the little people in history. On Huarong Road, I was hired to kill the future King of Wei. The employer was very smart, and because he was kind to me, I agreed to be a mercenary. But just like the bare-faced swordsman with the long beard, he couldn't draw a sword, and I couldn't draw a sword.

So that troubled time continued. Although in the end, it was the wise man who got a glimpse of the world. But, it's just a slave.

Later, it was a man named Yue Fei. He is a person who deserves my name to remember. I was in charge of protecting him, but he was destined to die.

Speaking of which, you should know that too. What makes me special. It's something that slaves always yearn for.

Eternal life.

I am immortal, and I have experienced countless years. The first time I found out about this was in the Western Han Dynasty. I'm in love with a girl. She is in Chang'an, the daughter of a merchant, but she hopes to dance the world with the same sword as Aunt Gongsun.

It was a short time, perhaps because it was too beautiful. When she had the first wrinkles on her face, I told her that it was probably because of my sword practice, that she was aging very slowly.

Ten years later, however, she is already looking old, and I still haven't changed. When she and I both realized this, she hugged me and cried for a long time, saying, "You are destined to be extraordinary, and I am destined to be rotten." ”

Now, many years have passed, and I can't remember some love words, but I always remember them. When she died, I thought of Xiang Yu, and I understood something. I also wanted to go with her, but before she died, she said to me, let me take her sword with me to the end of time.

If I were immortal. So if time comes to an end, I can wait, right? After that, I had an extra sword, called Spectre.

Gradually, I became a little lazy. Although as a swordsman, you have to get used to solitude. But in the long years, it seems as if anyone is going to die at any time, and in order not to let myself suffer too much of the mourning given by the years, I am like a wandering spirit.

Until the army of the King of Wei passed through Huarong Road, until Yue Fei told me that he would not go.

I found that I had no control over history at all.

Then I thought of Sikong Cook, is this crazy scholar still alive? It would be irresponsible for God to give me such a lifespan without any explanation. But I don't want to die, because of the silk in my hand. I also thought of Ye Chou City, although hundreds of years have passed, I can no longer use the strength or weakness of the world to define myself. But I still didn't have the confidence to beat him.

It's just that if he doesn't live as long as I do, what's the point?

Luckily, shortly after Yue Fei's death, I met Sikong Cook.

"Sure enough, you're also a cursed person." I said it comfortably, because I'm glad I'm not the only fish in the river.

"Cursed? That's what you call it, and that's right, it fits your personality. He always had an inexplicable smile on his lips.

I said, "What about you?" ”

"It's a disease," he said. Illness will deprive people of some normal abilities, and we are only robbed of the ability to die of old age. ”

I disagree: "And give a deeper loneliness and confusion? ”

"It's just an extension of the symptoms. It's as if a person with a fever doesn't just feel hot on his forehead, but also has other weaknesses. ”

Unique interpretation.

"No doctor has outlived us in how we can heal the sick."

He shook his head, still smiling: "If there is no doctor to treat you, you will either be wicked or poor." Judging from the good and evil of today, the two of us should belong to the poor. There is only one cure for the poor. That's, wait. ”

Wait. This is really the most comfortable and helpless state for me and him. I began to understand why no emperor could attain eternal life. Because the emperor's mind is on a country, and when a person really reaches eternal life, he will also find that it is extremely boring to put all the interesting events of war in the past thousand years into his life.

If you can really live that long, remember history from the perspective of a living person and with a complete memory, you will definitely find it very boring. That's what I think, but I don't think so.

I hope to see the end of time, the end of history, as soon as possible, but Sikong Zhuo feels that since he is sick, he should enjoy the privilege of being a patient.

Sikong Cook is a lazy person who is very good at pleasure. So he gave himself a boiled word. He often said that history is a river, time is gravity, and he himself is not in the river. People on the water are for boiling. It's not as good as water, but in the end, what he did was more meaningful than what I did, and he was guiding the course of history. Although, the years have already given him an iron-hearted heart that will not be saved from death. But when you get used to the view from the clouds, it's hard for you to see the dust again.

And I, suddenly, felt that the word "cross" was very suitable for me. I'm not on the water, and I'm said to be the chauffeur of history, but I'm involved, and I'm in the water, trying to find the other side of eternal life, a superficial explanation that is not just death. That's why I'm calling it Wado.

Sikong Cook always likes to watch farce, whether it is a peaceful and prosperous era or a troubled era. And I only haunt in troubled times. In order to make this period of time faster. I learned to sleep, the kind of sleep that takes the times as day and night. But any peaceful and prosperous world is the night of my life. But all the strife and turmoil are my days as a swordsman.

When you get some sleep, hundreds of years have passed.

So far, I've slept four times. That's why I also gave myself a nickname, called Four Awakenings. In the last era, there was already a legend about the crossing, and in the next era, the name will have to be changed.

It's just that the life span of the legend is getting shorter and shorter, and later, it won't live for more than a hundred years. So I simply didn't change my name, and it was called Watari. And now, in the days when I'm telling you stories, a politician may live longer than a legend.

In the last century. There was another great turmoil. Except for the vast land of Shenzhou, where I have stayed the longest, it is said that the whole world is in chaos. It was also in that most spectacular rebellion of the hundred nations in history, Sikong Cook and I found what we had never been able to find, cause and effect.

At that time, I was almost cured.

That time, I suddenly felt that I was dying of old age. Although the skin is still stubbornly stopped at the first time I drew my sword, I have never felt so old. It's too old, and it should immediately turn into decay. But I didn't die. Because of the empty boiling.

I remember him once saying that he was born to see many ends, such as a country, a dynasty, an era. Or a love. However, there are two things in this world that he does not see the end to. One is time, and the other is his own lifespan. He doesn't want me dead. He was afraid.

I would have died, too. And it is the most unlikely old death. It was Sikong Cook that took care of me. He was also thinking. Why is it that at this time, my illness will be getting better.

He asked me, "At the end of the day, we're different." I said earlier that this is a disease, but I am only a superficial explanation, and I think that nature, which creates everything, gives everything a corresponding ability and mission. ”

Nature, the nature that I can't see but awe of.

"We may exist as natural enemies of a certain species. Therefore, it has an immortal body. But now, your life is suddenly coming to an end, and this abruptness is not like providence, but man-made. ”

I've always had a hard time understanding what this guy is saying.

But I know my own heart. I've been longing for an end all these years, and now, unsurprisingly, this end has become death. It would have been good. But I think that living for a hundred years is death, and living for a thousand years is not death? If you have already come to this place, you will still die. That means I'm just that.

But how does providence disobey?

Another year has passed. It's been an extraordinarily long year. Because there is no sleep that takes the era as a day and night, there is no metabolism that has almost stopped. I feel the sorrow of dusk and night, a year.

The silk has rusted, but the years are still there. Hard things may be more fragile in their own right.

This year, it is said that there was a lot of commotion outside, and the land where I was located was devastated. I also occasionally see Sikong Cook, who seems to be very busy. Busier than I was in troubled times. I could smell his still abundant vitality, but I could also feel a fatigue from his soul.

Until one day, the wind and rain were blowing. He suddenly appeared in front of me, as if he had made a great discovery, and said to me excitedly, "We are not sick people, but doctors." ”

I kept coughing, and the sound was like two pieces of rusted scrap metal rubbing.

He said, "People like you and me will never die." ”

When he said this, the heavens were furious. Countless bolts of lightning illuminate the world, like the end of the world, like miracles. And all I saw was his indifferent smile.

The immense vitality passed from his body into mine.

"In this world, there are many people who like to make up stories. Let me call them the Creator. Fables, myths, fairy tales, weird tales, romances, and the boundless world have far more connections with our world than we realize. ”

I know what Sikong Cook is doing, but I don't know what Sikong Cook is talking about.

"I consider myself a fish watcher. And you are the one who crosses the river. If you want to change the world, you can't only be on the water, and it's not enough to swim blindly. ”

I'm already feeling like I'm back to my peak state. But the cooking did not stop, as if it had just begun.

"I can see farther than you, I can see through a dynasty, a country, an era, and a love. But I can't see through two things. ”

"The end of time, and the end of myself. And now, I don't see the end of you. ”

He started laughing. I don't know how to put it.

"What do you mean by saying that we are not sick people, but doctors?"

Sikong Cook looked very mysterious, and said, "This is a game between us and the Creator. ”

(End of chapter)