That's not right!

Tang Shidao is very sure that this 'plot' happened once...... No, it happened twice. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

I've already spent the year just now.

If you take the revolution of the planet, the distance is just one rotation. After a total of one roundabout, the position is back to square one again. However, this origin should be a year later, not a year ago. In other words, it's not the real world, and it's not real time. I don't know why, I'm trapped in this 'circle'.

The second time, Tang Shidao didn't even work out.

Light.

Absolutely according to the original days, even the words in memory and the number of steps walked are simulated and restored. Because he had practiced meditation before, and he had the ascension of the ancestral body, Tang Shidao's brain was comparable to that of a computer. Especially when it comes to magical knowledge, even supercomputers can't match it. So, it's not hard to do that at all.

Finally, a year has passed.

Calculate until the last sleep.

Wake up again.

He was still standing not far from the entrance of the school, and Lei Dazhuang also kept buying buns and fritters. Farther away, the white beauty slowly passed by alone, and attracted the attention of countless boys along the way. Everything remains the same, everything is business as usual, everything is back to square one.

"What's the matter, Taoist? Hungry and dizzy, give, hot leek buns. Lei Dazhuang turned his head sideways and handed out the breakfast, while taking his wallet to pay.

Tang Shidao silently took the bun, completely clueless.

There is no solution to this at all.

Working hard to keep fit is back to a year ago, and being the same is back to a year ago. Every time the planet turns to its original position, everything returns to this moment. It's like a circle, there is no end to it.

But I still remember all this.

"If I die unexpectedly, is it considered a mission failure?" After class, Tang Shidao silently stood on the roof of the building and thought about life.

Jumping off a building is not an option, it's too scary, and if you fall half to death, it's more tossed.

School is out in the evening.

disrupted the original plot, left Lei Dazhuang and ran to buy some medicines, plus some sleeping pills. With a little combination, Tang Shidao found a 'painless' way to die. Then, drink and go to bed.

Wake up again.

He was standing at the gate of the school, and Lei Dazhuang was buying steamed buns and fritters next to him.

"Hold the grass."

"What's the matter, Taoist? Hungry and dizzy, give, hot leek buns. ”

"It's fine. Well, give it to me. Tang Shidao took the bun, and at this time it was already determined: this is not the task of the mage network!

You must have triggered something in the place where time was paused.

So, I'm now trapped in a place that isn't a mission.

This is no longer a question of the task.

It's not a matter of life or death...... Perhaps, he will never 'die'. You can leave if you fail the mission of the Mage Network, but now you can't leave yourself, trapped in this cycle forever. If this is a single-player game, then you can only play one game forever, and there is never an end to it.

This eternal cycle is, in some ways, more terrible than death.

It's just a year, not a lifetime.

Loops are circles.

So what's the difference? Skills! Craftsmanship is created by individuals, it is not a naturally formed circle, it is a square.

After class.

Tang Shidao walked to the roof of the building and silently sorted out his situation: "First, time is one year, the cycle of the planet's revolution back to its original position. Second, time is infinitely reincarnated and has no end...... At least for the time being, there is no end in sight. The third is that death cannot be accidental, and death enters a new loop. Fourth, whether it is the original plot or not, the result must be in the loop. Fifth, fitness has no effect, but the memory in the brain can be preserved. ”

"Daoist, what are you doing?"

"I'm planning for the future." Tang Shidao replied casually.

"Taoist, salted fish can't have ideals, this is not in line with the Basic Law." Was there a serious time when Lei Dazhuang was a sophomore in high school? No!

"I can't turn over the salted fish?"

"A salted fish is still a salted fish, can you turn into a shark?" Lei Dazhuang has always made a lot of sense, really.

"I want to learn something."

"On behalf of the teacher, I support you."

"I want to learn how to draw."

"On behalf of your parents, you oppose you, and as a sophomore in high school, you are in line with the worldview of adults."

Tang Shidao smiled.

He knew that his grandfather would not have an opinion, because he only wanted to live safely, and it was best not to infiltrate those dangerous things. Then, Tang Shidao really began to learn to paint. I have to say that the head that has been transformed by meditation and the ancestral body is different from ordinary people, plus the alchemy also has drawings, such as the small days of being a designer in the Sin Galaxy...

In just four weeks, Tang Shidao has already made a name for himself on campus, and both teachers and students have the nickname of a painting genius.

Three months later.

Tang Shidao's name has spread to the tea city, and the local media even came to interview him.

Because of his grandfather's relationship, life didn't have much turbulence. After a year of hard work, Tang Shidao has become famous throughout the country and stepped into the first-class level in the country. It is even said that the Emperor Star is famous. However, Tang Shidao felt that it was not enough.

Lie down one last time.

Wake up again.

Once again, time came back to square one.

Tang Shidao shook his hands, feeling a little handy. After four or five days of adaptation, the previous 'painting skills' returned. Tests have proven that the brain remembers everything it remembers, but the physical fitness is not retained in the slightest. A week later, Tang Shidao found his grandfather with three paintings and pulled an egg: he had just worshipped a certain painter as a teacher, and he needed to devote himself to learning painting for a year.

Grandpa asked someone to evaluate it, and the result agreed.

Because the words of the assessment are...... Sooner or later, this kid would become the top painter in the country, probably just a few years later.

Thereupon.

Tang Shidao was given a lot of free time.

In other words, does painting have anything to do with this 'dilemma'?

No!

No!

Tang Shidao only wants to test one thing: if he works hard to do one thing and achieves the ultimate, will the world change?

Loops are circles.

Skill is the square.

It's the skill that distinguishes it from the outside of the cycle.

After a whole year of practice, Tang Shidao's painting level can be described as reaching the peak. It's just that this is not over yet, and the next cycle Tang Shidao continues to flicker, and once again strives for a year to continue learning painting. This time it's not landscapes and figures, but machines and puppets of alchemy. A year later, the cycle was repeated, and Tang Shidao painted unscientific Warcraft creatures again.

In the next cycle, I learned to paint the magnificent universe of space.

When Tang Shidao felt that he had reached a bottleneck, he did not stop with his hands, and began to practice calligraphy again in the examination room. After realizing something, I spent a whole year painting one thing, flowers. The ascension was unsuccessful, and the leaves were painted for another year. No matter how unsuccessful it was, he painted snowflakes for another year. Unsuccessful, painted water droplets for another year.

After that, Tang Shidao didn't know how many cycles he had gone through, and finally felt that painting had entered a kind of 'Tao' realm.

It's as if painting something is just a painting.

Entering this state, Tang Shidao continued, using ten cycles to practice one thing: the soul of painting.

Of course, this is not a soul depiction woven by life. No mana, no physique, no skills can be used here. I chose to paint the soul because Tang Shidao felt that this thing was the most difficult, and it was beneficial to his future cultivation. As a result, Tang Shidao was not wrong, because of the mage's observations, this is an infinite road of painting.

In addition to humans, painted souls also include animals and magical beasts, and even mortals can't imagine void creatures.

Feel.

The painting of the soul has no end, and as in this case, it enters into a kind of infinite loop.

But......

No change!

I woke up a year later, and everything was still the same. Except for the unparalleled painting skills he learned, nothing has changed.

The origin is still the origin.

Tang Shidao was not discouraged, and after painting, he began another study: playing the guqin.

I have to say.

There are too many learning difficulties in playing the piano. Painting has the Alchemist's bonus, and playing the piano can only be started as a novice. Even if you listen to it once, you can memorize it, but the actual practice is not satisfactory. It takes a year, not to mention the national team, the provincial team can't be entered. It's not good to say, and even the little piano experts in the city can't compare.

One cycle, two cycles, ten cycles......

It took ten years before and after Tang Shidao to play the guqin. Compared to painting, hehe, there is still a difference of a few streets.

At this time, Tang Shidao changed another way of playing: practicing the piano.

After a few cycles, the piano was also able to enter the national team. Then there is the erhu, guitar, violin, etc., etc., and I feel that it is getting easier and easier to learn later. It's like a painting master practicing calligraphy, and he is born to get twice the result with half the effort. When the guqin and piano reach the master level, playing the erhu and violin will naturally have a 'master musicality' that affects you.

During this period of time, Tang Shidao also had another bad feeling: the more cycles he had, the harder it was for him to get out of it.

In other words, the more you learn, the more you integrate into the world. The more obsessed you are, the more you can't extricate yourself.

If it's an ordinary person.

When this kind of warning comes out of my mind, I will stop 100 percent, and I will never continue.

It's a pity that Tang Shidao is not an ordinary person.

"What will you learn next time?" Tang Shidao looked at the two people downstairs. One, never understand the sad pistachio Lei Dazhuang. The other, the white beauty who will never be discouraged, is still mixed with the scum of the midstream level desperately.

As long as you see these two people, no difficulties matter.

Particularly white beauty.

School...... No, the first diligent person in the country is still spinning around with a score of 0, can you believe it.

Thereupon.

Starting from painting, to musical instruments, to calligraphy, to playing chess, to cooking, to carving, to ceramics...... Tang Shidao did not let go of all the skills that sophomores could touch, and each one was extremely refined. In the ordinary world, a 'Hundred Grandmasters' properly does not have any water.

At this time, Tang Shidao also felt that he was more integrated into the world.

It's like mud drifting.

If it was just a trap at the beginning, now it is up to the waist.

The next cycle.

"Ask first, fatty. I'm going to learn to drive, do you really know how to drive? ”

"Of course!"

"And how do you do it?"

"Don't worry, I've made a will."

“……”

Tang Shidao began to learn to drive, and other aspects did not fall behind. It didn't take long for Tang Shidao to discover some existence that normal people didn't know: the mysterious group. Maybe I accidentally leaked some works and caught my grandfather's attention. However, Tang Shidao does not need to be guarded, because as soon as the one-year period expires, everything returns to its original point.

There is nothing else to preserve here except for one's own memories.

"Hold a piece of grass. Taoist, are you really driving for the first time? ”｛

"Don't you know me, you've seen me drive?"

"That's right."

After a few laps, Donsdo's skills were already on par with those of the racers. But it is impossible for the sophomore dog to participate in racing, and there is no such condition for this identity, even Lei Dazhuang's family can't afford to play real racing.

"Boats, airplanes, there are still many things that can be learned, and many things are not for the poor to play. Well, gotta find a way to make some money. ”

There is only one year, and money cannot be saved.

Think about it.

Is there any way to make money the fastest?