"Hot... It's so hot......"

Walking against the wind, the temperature has been increasing with very small changes.

Mu Zhaoling gently wiped his forehead, and the heat he felt on the surface of his body once gave him the illusion of 'sweating', but when he touched his hand, he could only feel the delicate feeling of his skin.

He was walking up the hillside, which was a bit high, and was just getting to the top of the mountain.

It's like the height of summer, and the flowers here show far more vitality than usual, and the most intuitive manifestation is that they are too bright.

"Rather than the question, 'Why don't I sweat when it's so hot here?' I'm more concerned about 'why time loses its meaning.' ”

Mu Zhaoling didn't speak, but these words of thought sounded clearly in his ears.

Time here is chaotic, indistinguishable, and unclear, and the memory of what happened here is recorded forward, so it can be said that 'time is forward'.

But judging from the surrounding situation, time in this world seems to be at some equilibrium point.

Considering his body in reality, assuming that there is a standard flow of time, then the length of time he 'remembers' here is at least a hundred years of reality.

Mu Zhaoling didn't know the specific situation in his reality, but it was certain that when he woke up, the time span would definitely not exceed half a day.

This is the result of his 'common sense'.

If 'common sense' is correct, then time here should be chaotic relative to the flow of reality.

Forward and backward, forward and backward, maybe time is changing at this pace here.

"If so, what is my own time?"

"Being able to get here from the starting point shows that I should have a different speed of time from the world. ”

Thinking messily in his mind, he lowered his body thoughtfully, and picked an unknown white flower with eight petals, nothing special, just an ordinary flower.

Playing with the flowers in his hand, Mu Zhaoling seemed to be talking to himself to the flowers, "If the length of life is similar, there is a different flow of time......

“...... Then, even if you are in my hands now, there will be a distance of time, if such a distance can be accumulated......"

"So, can I watch you fall apart?"

"It's not funny. ”

"The chaos of time. As if thinking of something sad, Mu Zhaoling looked a little absent-minded, "Perhaps, this is also an understanding of Changsheng." ”

He pursed his lips and shook his head, then gave up on further thought.

"It's too esoteric, forget it. ”

When I raised my head, the clumps of flowers bloomed extremely luxuriantly, and the vitality was so strong that it could even be said that it was rushing to my face.

Mu Zhaoling looked ahead and frowned, the road was empty, and the peaceful atmosphere made him think a lot, it was like meditation, but it wasn't that deep.

It's just that the last time he meditated was hundreds of years ago.

"I seem to understand something. ”

The incomparably beautiful god stopped, and the sudden determination turned the dynamic beauty into static, and the momentary splendor seemed to freeze the world.

It's a pity that this is a world where no one knows, whether it's this skin that confuses sentient beings or the babbling words.

"Although karma is disordered nowadays, I still feel that I am still involved, so I am constrained in everything I do. ”

- Indeed, he has always restrained himself in reality.

"There must be a reason for everything. "After all, he has cultivated immortals, and he is naturally secretive about 'fate', 'cause and effect', and the like.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Mu Zhaoling's eyes narrowed, "Do you want me to know something?"

"But the problem is ....... system...... Or is it ...... this world?"

———— reality————

The physical education class is usually in the playground, and Mu Zhaoling is 'sleeping' in the class at this time, so of course he can't appear in the playground.

"Sleep deprivation due to excessive study stress ......"

The physical education teacher in Class F was a sturdy middle-aged man, and he was a little skeptical of the reason given by Liang Yu for Mu Zhaoling's absence.

Mu Zhaoling, a student, is still quite famous, a genius with perfect marks in all subjects, and it is said that he has more knowledge than ordinary teachers, and he is a 'student who can't teach'.

It's normal for students with good grades to be under pressure, but this one is a genius, which seems a little unnatural.

The physical education teacher looked at the representative of the physical education department, Liang Yu, the child, had a righteous face, like a responsible person, regardless of whether this reason was true or not, at least there would be no major problems in this matter.

And according to the past practice, the school leaders will give special preferential treatment to gifted students, so it is good to explain the situation to their class teacher later, and this matter does not need to be investigated deeply.

'Well....... who's their class teacher?'

The physical education teacher had a convex and graceful figure in his mind.

“... Sin ...... sin"

Qin Yue's figure is very good, she is a beauty above the standard line, but after adding her temperament, way of speaking, tone of voice, subtle body language, etc., she doesn't feel like she calls much, at least he began to self-reflect the moment his thoughts rose.

Liang Yu was puzzled, "What's wrong, teacher?"

"It's nothing," the physical education teacher waved his hand, "I know about Mu Zhaoling, you can go play." ”

"Oh. Liang Yu was a little worried, but depending on the situation, it should be fine, and after hesitation, he still left.

After watching him go, the PE teacher looked at the other students in the class for a while, and then took a roll call and walked to the first-grade office.

If he remembered correctly, Teacher Qin should have no class in this class.

-- Turning back to the world of consciousness --

When the first breeze of cool wind blew, Mu Zhaoling knew that autumn was coming.

This is what he felt when he climbed the hillside, the temperature was still high, but the wind blew with the coolness of autumn.

"Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter ......."

Mu Zhaoling sneered as if laughing at himself, "I should have thought of it a long time ago, spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is no sun here, which is not logical in itself, so I didn't doubt it too much." ”

"The temperature in this world has not changed at all, since the beginning of summer, I feel that the heat is the result of the influence of summer, it is the artistic conception into summer, and I am the only one who enters summer here...... That was enough......"

After all, he is the only one, and it is not impossible to enter the summer in this way.

"In this world, even the way of entering summer is so unique. ”

"I really don't know what to say, to praise or to derogatory?"

Covering his forehead, Mu Zhaoling began to diverge his thoughts, "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, it means that the seasons are cyclical, but what about life? from birth to death? Or is it endless?"

"Walking through spring and summer, into autumn and winter, if it is endless, then am I just spinning in circles on the ball now? So, to finish the rest of the autumn and winter, will that be what you want to tell me?"

"It's not like what that bastard of the system would do, the most plausible explanation, it's because of the world. ”

"One of the leaves of the Tao, the spirit of this world. ”