Many people are looking at other people's roads, as if copying and pasting, taking other people's roads as they are and putting them under their feet, even if the road is very awkward, they still choose to trample it hard until it is smooth. Halfway through, there are a lot of scalp-numbing ravines on the road, and some people will take out the adhesive tape to patch it up and continue walking, while others will choose a quicker way to copy the road again.

Human beings have been constantly copying and deleting since they were still fertilized eggs, and finally copied into a complete life, as the amniotic fluid and placenta croaked to the ground, the immature hands scratched in the air, and the wrinkled skin was the first pass to report to this world. The moment the baby opens his eyes is also when his consciousness begins to work, and it is also from this moment that his eyes look at the outside world and then feedback the received information to the soul, which directs the brain, and the brain then sends commands to the body, either laughing or crying. When entering the age of parroting, it is the time when parents are most worried, and this is the time when the first replication of external organs in life begins, learning to speak. When the baby grows into a child, he will copy the habits of others. Growing from a teenager to a young adult, he will copy the minds of others. When he grows from youth to middle age, he will be surprised to find that he has actually been copying other people's lives, although the specific content will not be the same, but the shell is the same.

Whenever this happens, two types of people appear. The first is to accept this kind of copying calmly and continue to live the rest of the uneventful life; The second is to break this duplication, reinvent oneself, and re-pursue one's own life.

There is a term in psychology called midlife crisis, and its meaning is too specific to be repeated. In the eyes of the wise, the midlife crisis is nothing more than the trouble caused by copying, just like copying what was done at this time yesterday at the same time every day, and it will naturally be boring after a long time. There is also the income obtained at the same time every month, and the income obtained at the same time in the next month is no longer the same, resulting in a psychological gap. If you sit on the throne for a long time, let alone become a papleur, even if you become a curtain to listen to the government, you will feel that the sky is falling.

It seems that the midlife crisis that plagues many people is just a multiple-choice question with only two options, and it is not a better choice to jump out of the cycle of continuing to copy and change your life. But no matter what, it was better than Fang Fan at this time, the replication circle he was facing was not so simple.

Jinqiu looked at Fang Fan's stunned smirk and said.

"Fang Fan, are you okay?"

Fang Fan continued to laugh and said.

"I'm a nightmare, I'm a nightmare."

As he spoke, Fang Fan began to grasp his hair vigorously, and then he began to tremble violently, and then curled up on his head (chuáng). Jinqiu ran to the door of Xuzi Road and shouted loudly.

"Ancestor, Ancestor, something happened to Fang Fan."

Xuzi Dao heard Jinqiu's shout, and hurriedly walked out and said.

"What's wrong with Fang Fan?"

"Go check it out. Fang Fan seemed to be crazy. ”

Xuzidao walked quickly to Fang Fan's room, and he saw Fang Fan curled up in the corner (chuáng), and the mirror had been smashed by Fang Fan. Xuzi Dao said, looking at the fragments of a mirror.

"Get out of this room with everything that can be folded (shè)."

Jinqiu hurriedly moved the small mirror and dresser in the room out. Xuzi Daoshang (chuáng) slowly approached Fang Fan and asked.

"What do you see?"

Although Xuzi Dao's voice was very low, it was as loud as a bell to Fang Fan's ears, he suddenly stirred his spirit, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at Xuzi Dao, his eyes were like a child who had done something wrong, and then climbed to the side of Xuzi Dao (shēn) and whispered.

"I'm the Nightmare. I saw me inside and I was a nightmare. ”

Xuzi Dao suddenly realized, it seemed that Fang Fan's mental world had been chaotic, and the power of the nightmare was devouring Fang Fan's heart little by little, if he didn't use the Flowing Cloud Technique to seal this power into Fang Fan's (xué) Dao as soon as possible, he would most likely be swallowed by this power, and Fang Fan would probably become a dry bone at that time.

"Jinqiu, Jinqiu."

Jinqiu walked into the room and asked.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?"

"Go to Duan Sanniang and ask for (qíng) again, and you must let Fang Fan learn the trick of flowing clouds."

At this time, Fang Fan rushed towards Jinqiu, holding his hand tightly and said.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Jinqiu said to Xuzi Dao with an embarrassed face.

"Old Ancestor, he has already eaten a lot just now, do you still want to give him food?"

Xuzidao nodded and said.

"It must be given, although he is like this now, his spirit and ** are fighting against the consumption of the power in his body."

Jinqiu nodded, and hurriedly went out to prepare. Fang Fan was suddenly itching and rolling back and forth on the (chuáng) at this time, and Xuzidao had to raise his hand to temporarily seal the few (xué) positions on him (shēn), and Fang Fan was lying on (chuáng) like a stiff dead horse at this time.

After Jinqiu prepared the food, he went to Duan Sanniang's room, knocked lightly on the door a few times, and Duan Sanniang said inside.

"Come in."

Jinqiu pushed the door and entered, and saw Duan Sanniang drinking tea, he knelt in front of Duan Sanniang and said.

"Mom, I beg you to save Fang Fan."

"Get up and speak."

"If you don't agree, I won't get up."

Duan Sanniang suddenly shouted.

"Get up."

Jinqiu hurriedly stood up, and Duan Sanniang said with a sigh.

"What's wrong with him?"

Jinqiu told Fang Fan's (qíng) situation, Duan Sanniang frowned slightly, and then came out to go to Fang Fan's room. Fang Fan didn't eat a bite of the food that Jinqiu had just brought, and he was still lying on it like a stiff dead horse (chuáng). Xuzidao saw Duan Sanniang coming and said.

"Isn't it possible that you still don't agree?"

Looking at Duan Sanniang's hesitant appearance, Xuzi Dao unraveled the (xué) Dao on Fang Fan's (shēn), and suddenly Fang Fan was itchy again, and Xuzi Dao continued.

"You should know very well what happened to him, if you want to see this death again, you can see death without help."

With that, Xuzi Daozhuan (shēn) went out, and Jinqiu shouted after him (shēn).

"Ancestor, ancestor, you don't care?"

Duan Sanniang said.

"Jinqiu, you go out too."

"What are you going to do?"

"I taught all the internal skills and mental methods of the Liuyun Jue to Fang Fan. You keep watch over me outside, and no one will disturb you. ”

When Jinqiu heard Duan Sanniang say this, he was overjoyed and said.

"Understand, I promise not a single fly will fly in."

After saying that, Jinqiu went out. Fang Fan was still rolling back and forth on (chuáng), Duan Sanniang saw the opportunity and directly raised his hand to knock Fang Fan unconscious, and then took off his shirt. Duan Sanniang immediately put her two fingers together and stabbed at the (xué) position on his back, and blood spurted out along the wound, and then Duan Sanniang began to luck, carrying the true qi to the palm of his hand, and then pushed it into Fang Fan's body. After a while, Fang Fan's face began to gradually improve. Beads of sweat slid down Duan Sanniang's temples, she adjusted her breathing, and then laid Fang Fan flat on top of her (chuáng). Duan Sanniang suddenly felt a dizziness when she got off the ground, she staggered to the door and shouted.

"Jinqiu, Jinqiu."

Jinqiu trotted over, saw his mother's pale face, and asked.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Duan Sanniang waved her hand and said.

"Go get me a bowl of sugar water."

Jinqiu hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a bowl of sugar water for his mother, Duan Sanniang drank it all and said.

"Fang Fan is already fine, these days you have to supervise him to practice the mental method in order to use the Flowing Cloud Technique with ease, you know?"

Jinqiu nodded vigorously, and then helped Duan Sanniang to go back to rest. In the dead of night, Jinqiu came to see Fang Fan again and saw that he was sleeping, so he also went back to his room to rest. Nights are shorter than daytime, but they seem to be much longer than daytime. Fang Fan's breathing was even and smooth, and he gently flipped (shēn) and fell asleep more and more deeply. The mirror that he broke in the morning was actually the mirror that came with the old wardrobe, and the fragments of those mirrors had been cleaned up by Jinqiu. Without the mirror, the dark red counter behind the mirror was revealed, and at this time, the dark red counter suddenly squirmed a little, as if there was something inside, one moment it changed into the appearance of an insect, and another time it changed into the shape of an arm, and after several changes, it became a face, and it could be vaguely seen that the eyes on that face were turning back and forth, it seemed to be staring at Fang Fan, who was sleeping at this time, and the face disappeared after a while.

In the early morning, Fang Fan woke up after the first rooster crow, and he felt that the whole (shēn) was comfortable at this time, and he did not have the unclear feeling of yesterday. He went out and stood at the door and stretched, the morning air in the mountains was exceptionally fresh, he took a deep breath (shēn) and his body shook a little, presumably drunk oxygen. Fang Fan pushed open the courtyard door and planned to go out, walking around, he hadn't seen the scenery here since he came here, walking down the long steps to the left is the way down the mountain, and to the right you can directly reach the pavilion above, at this time facing Fang Fan is a forest.

Fang Fan walked into the woods, the sound of birds shuttling back and forth between the trees, and the light spots danced back and forth among the leaves as if they were alive. Under the feet are fallen leaves that have accumulated over the years, and during the rainy season they soak quietly in the rain until they rot. In the fall, new leaves fall over the rotting leaves, which return to the soil like sacrificed warriors.

Fang Fan was enjoying the long-lost tranquility in the woods, when suddenly a black shadow swept in front of him, followed by a woman's cry, and he vaguely heard the woman shouting for help. Fang Fan quickly chased after her, the woman looked back as she ran, Fang Fan noticed that her eyes seemed to be staring at herself, suddenly the woman tripped over a broken log, Fang Fan also slowed down and slowly walked towards her. The woman's feet seemed to be injured, and she kept backing away with her hands on the ground, sobbing and sobbing.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me."

Fang Fan stood up and said softly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help you."

The woman was still retreating, Fang Fan walked forward again, the distance between the two was already close at this time, Fang Fan squatted beside her (shēn), and then he saw that the woman's dress was the clothing of ancient people. The woman went from sobbing to crying, as if she had seen something terrible.

"Don't, don't, please, the tribute will be made up..."

"Miss, what tribute? What are you talking about? ”

The woman didn't seem to hear Fang Fan's words, she still kept crying, and Fang Fan continued.

"I'll help you up first."

The woman blocked her hands in front of her, and Fang Fan reached over to support the woman. Fang Fan was very sure that his hand had indeed touched the woman's arm, but in the next second, his hand actually passed through the woman's (shēn) body, and Fang Fan staggered back and fell to the ground. The woman in front of her shook like a wave, and gradually stabilized, and just as Fang Fan wondered what was going on, suddenly a light and shadow crossed over the woman (shēn), and then the woman (shēn) was in a different place, and a long blood mark was left on the tree behind her (shēn). Fang Fan suddenly gasped, he felt his mouth dry at this time, all this seemed to be fake, but it was extremely real. He walked over to the woman's body and reached out to touch it, and found that his hand had once again passed through the woman's body, still like a shaking wave. At this time, Fang Fan's phone rang suddenly, it was Jinqiu calling.

"Fang Fan, where are you?"

"I'm in the woods."

"Come back quickly, we're going to start practicing."

"Okay, I'll go back right away."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Fan looked at the location of the woman's body just now, the woman's body was gone, and even the bloodstains on the tree just now were gone. Fang Fan ran out of the woods with a suspicious belly, the leaves under his feet made a rustling sound, he still remembered the appearance of the woman crying in horror just now, but he couldn't convince himself that it was fake. The exit was just in front, he could already vaguely see the steps, Fang Fan quickened his pace again, and the moment he rushed out of the woods, the new (rì) sunlight sprinkled all over him, Fang Fan held his knees and gasped for breath, Jinqiu stood on the steps and shouted.

"Fang Fan, come up quickly."

Fang Fan's heart was still messy when he walked up the steps, he was hesitating whether to tell Jinqiu about it, and at this time he had already walked to Jinqiu (shēn), Jinqiu looked at Fang Fan's sweat and asked.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"No... Nothing, just ran a few laps in the woods. ”

"Oh, I used to play in it a lot when I was a kid. Let's go, my mother and ancestor are waiting for you. ”

Fang Fan and Jinqiu returned to the courtyard, Xuzidao, Duan Sanniang and Xie Xin were sitting at the stone table eating breakfast, Jinqiu said.

"Fang Fan, let's eat first. After eating, we started to practice the mental method. ”

Fang Fan nodded muntly, he was still thinking about the woman just now, and he was only politely perfunctory about Jinqiu's words. At this time, Sanniang put down the chopsticks in her hand and said lightly.

"Don't eat, go and practice the mind first."

Jinqiu looked at Duan Sanniang's face when he heard the sound, and then pulled Fang Fan away, saying as he walked.

"Fang Fan, don't mind. My mom was like that. ”

Fang Fan didn't speak, Jinqiu patted Fang Fan's shoulder, Fang Fan was startled and said.

"What's wrong?"

"I said my mom was like that."

"Oh, nothing."

Jinqiu saw that something was wrong with Fang Fan and asked.

"Fang Fan, are you okay? I see how you're so preoccupied? ”

"No, it's fine. Here we go. ”

Jinqiu looked at Fang Fan suspiciously, Jinqiu knew that with Fang Fan's temper, if he didn't want to say it, even if he put a knife on his neck, it would be useless.

After a day of practice, Fang Fan's speed of learning and comprehension of the mental method made Jinqiu dumbfounded. At dinner, Jin Qiu excitedly reported Fang Fan's practice results to Duan Sanniang and Xuzidao, but Duan Sanniang and Xuzidao didn't seem to be surprised at all, they didn't care about the meal in front of them, and both of them stared at Fang Fan. At this time, Xie Xin gently kicked Jinqiu and said.

"I'm still making soup in the kitchen, you can come and help me bring it out."

"I'm talking."

Xie Xin stepped on Jinqiu again and said.

"If you don't talk about it, you won't have a ròu."

Jinqiu followed Xie Xin into the kitchen aggrievedly, and Xie Xin said as soon as he entered the kitchen.

"Are you blind?"

"What's wrong?"

"See for yourself."

Jinqiu followed Xie Xin's fingers and looked over, only to see that the three of them were sitting in the courtyard in a daze at this time, Duan Sanniang and Xuzi Dao didn't say a word, and suddenly saw that they were eating, and if you looked closely, it was not difficult to find that their attention was all on Fang Fan (shēn). Fang Fan lowered his head to eat, and he didn't notice Duan Sanniang and Xuzi Dao's eyes. Jinqiu said.

"What's wrong with them?"

"From the time you just said that Fang Fan's ability to accept things is fast, your mother and ancestor have been like this. You can't see the look I gave you, and you kept babbling there like a fool. ”

"Looks like my mom is hiding something from me."

Xie Xin took the soup, then kicked Jinqiu again, and said.

"Let's get out."

Xie Xin put the soup on the table, then picked up the bowl in front of Duan Sanniang and said.

"Auntie, I'll serve you soup."

Duan Sanniang put the chopsticks aside and said.

"I don't drink anymore. I'm a little tired, go back to the room first. ”

Xuzi Dao echoed the voice.

"I'm back to my room, too."

After a while, Fang Fan also put down the dishes and chopsticks and said.

"I'm full, too, I'll help you clean up."

Xie Xin hurriedly stopped.

"No, no. Just let Jinqiu clean up later, and you can go back and rest. ”

At this time, Jinqiu and Xie Xin were left in the courtyard, Jinqiu said.

"You can go back to rest after eating, I have something to ask my mother, and I will go to wash the dishes and chopsticks later."

Jinqiu stood in front of Duan Sanniang's door and knocked, Jinqiu waited for a while and found that no one spoke inside, so he gently pushed the door in, only to see Duan Sanniang sitting cross-legged (chuáng) with her lips slightly moving, as if she was talking to someone, Jinqiu gently sat on the stool for fear of disturbing her mother, but she accidentally kicked the trash can next to her when she turned (shēn). With a bang, Duan Sanniang opened her eyes and saw that Jinqiu was cleaning up, so she asked with a little displeasure.

"Don't you know how to knock when you come in? More and more unruly. ”

Jinqiu put the trash can aside and said.

"No, I just knocked on the door, and you ignored me."

Duan Sanniang sighed and asked.

"What's the matter with me?"

Jinqiu cleared his throat and said.

"At dinner, I saw that the eyes of you and Ancestor Fang Fan were a little wrong. He's not going to be fine, is he? ”

"I was just discussing this matter with your ancestor in a thousand miles of voice, but you interrupted me. Let me ask you first, how far has Fang Fan's mind been practiced? ”

"It's basically all mastered."

"That's right."

Jinqiu looked at his mother suspiciously and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Duan Sanniang pondered for a moment and said.

"I'll tell you when the time comes, you stay in your room honestly tonight with gratitude, and don't come out for a single step, you know?"

Jinqiu looked at Duan Sanniang's serious watch (qíng) and nodded, he was guessing in his heart what kind of medicine his mother's gourd would sell?

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