Lu Ziming went crazy looking for something meaningful, even meaningless, to fill the emptiness in his heart that had been hollowed out into an abyss.

He began to count, from one to ten thousand, millions, ...... millions.

He began to recall his past, from remembering things, to falling off a cliff, and even recalling what people around him had said and done, as long as he could think of it, he dug out a lot of things.

When the memories in his mind dried up, he began to tell stories to himself, from "Hulu Baby" as a child to "Star Trek" when he grew up, from "One Thousand and One Nights" in Europe to "Romance of the Gods" in China, "White Lotus Sect" in the villain book to "Seven Swords Under the Heavenly Mountain" in the martial arts story, and even "One Hundred Thousand Whys" did not let go of .......

Later, I couldn't remember a story in my mind, either I told it or it was rotten, and I couldn't remember what I was talking about in the end.

He began to turn back all the knowledge of the Sunshine Age, history, geography, Chinese, mathematics, etc., even the thoughts and virtues that he hated the most before, and he turned them all out, resisting the loneliness and emptiness like the waves of the sea over and over again.

So, he began to make up stories for himself like crazy to deceive himself, no matter what type of story it is, whether it is history or fantasy, as long as he can think of the plot is made into a boundless story...... , I can't do it twice, and after making up countless things, I don't have anything to make up until the end!

He fell into emptiness again, tried all means, but still couldn't stop the emptiness from devouring, and finally he thought of the ancient scroll in his backpack, as if there was one more thing he could do.

The so-called heirloom of his family has been lying quietly in the backpack, one is a small black stone mill that has no use, there seems to be a stone heart missing in the middle, and he can't even use it to grind juice, and he was almost thrown aside. The other is an ancient scroll, to be precise, it is a picture scroll painted with mythological stories, the stories on it don't know how many times he heard it when he was a child, the second master has a booklet with the same picture in his hand, the picture on it is the same as the picture scroll, every time the second master holds himself, pointing to the booklet and telling the mythical stories over and over again.

It is the story of the ancient gods and demons, it doesn't matter when the story takes place, the important thing is that the gods in the painting are the ancestors of the clansmen, in an era when the world has not opened, the demons and monsters are rampant everywhere, the ancestors of the gods and goddesses walk between the sky and the earth with swords, kill the demons and help justice, and all kinds of monsters are fighting for life and death one after another, and finally defeat the demons, restore the order of the world, evil can not defeat justice after all, the sun is sprinkled on the world again, and the world is restored to peace.

Once upon a time, Lu Ziming lay in the arms of the second master, and the hoarse voice of the second master told the story in the painting, like a soft lullaby, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He never took the stories on the ancient scrolls seriously, just as no one took the stories in the "Romance of the Gods" or the things described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" as true, myths are myths, and they only exist in people's imaginations.

He no longer had anything to fill his empty brain, and the stories on the scrolls became his last sustenance, the ones he had heard since childhood, but they did not prevent him from revisiting the past and even adding new elements to the stories.

There is nothing special about the ancient scrolls, I don't know what animal leather is made of, with a faint smell of spices, in addition, the lines in the pictures are of different thicknesses, at first glance, they are not from the hands of some famous artists, at best they are just the graffiti works of the ancestors, there is no collection value at all, I really don't know why such ancient scrolls are collected in the family ancestral hall, if they are replaced by other famous paintings, I am afraid that the life of the cottage has long changed.

He opened the scroll full of criticism, the ink on the scroll was no longer clear, probably old, and he could even smell a musty smell.

There is not a single text on the scrolls, only pictures of battles, and the earliest way of human communication is not words, but pictures of written expressions, and pictures that express meaning have appeared in cave murals for a long time. Over time, it changed from pictures to pictographs, and then gradually formed today's words, and in terms of the way of communication, pictures are the best way to express the meaning of the painter, and they do not change with the passage of time.

In the simplest of lines, the scroll depicts a man in a garment, in front of whom are strange creatures, some running on the ground in an offensive stance, some flying in the sky, hovering and preparing to swoop. Those monsters were big and small, humanoid creatures, and fierce beasts in the water, and he actually found the snake demon and the ox in the picture, I don't know if it was his delusion, or if these creatures were originally there, anyway, he connected the dark creatures with the monsters on the scrolls.

I don't know if I was dazzled, or the portrait on the scroll aroused my interest, every movement of the portrait on the scroll was different, the sword in the hand or stab, or split, or teasing, there was no place the same.

"Could it be that this is a scroll of swordsmanship cheats", his mind was already confused, and he immediately thought about it, whether it was true or not, at this moment he found that he seemed to have something to dispel the endless emptiness.

Redraw every action of the portrait on the notepad, the movements in the portrait are more like a set of coherent swordsmanship, he didn't think about the truth of this matter at all, he was afraid of the truth, he immediately identified the action in the painting as a set of demon swordsmanship, whether others believe it or not, anyway, he identified, at this time he stubbornly believed that the spirit of Ah Q is also a spirit, at least very useful to his current self.

Now he is like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand, and if anyone wants to say that this is not a set of swordsmanship, he will definitely not die.

He has nothing to do, boring to walk through the realm wall every day, in addition to being more and more able to run, he has almost been swallowed up by a huge emptiness, and urgently needs to find one thing to pass the boring time, practicing the so-called swordsmanship, just enough to fill the emptiness and loneliness.

It's not that he doesn't want to admit the reality, it doesn't matter if this is a set of swordsmanship, the important thing is that he can't face it at all now, escaping is not a helpless choice, the cruelty of reality will make him collapse in the next second, maybe suicide will become his only choice.

Time will smooth out a qiē, including ambition, no one can stand tall under the wash of time, even if it is a stubborn stone that has been hundreds of millions of years old, it is impossible to avoid it, let alone Lu Ziming?