In the afternoon, the sun began to set, and the red dawn shone on the whole world, and also illuminated the training ground in a hazy light. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Parmenides sat under the old tree, grass in his mouth, and looked at Rand, who was meditating in the field, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a quarter of an hour or so, Rand snapped his eyes open, and before he could feel if there was another change in his body, he saw Parmenides, sitting against the trunk of a tree.

Parmenides today seems very casual.

Rand got up and walked over to Parmenides: "Big brother, are you watching the sunset?"

Parmenides shook his head, "I'm looking at you." ”

Rand looked at himself in confusion, then at Parmenides with a puzzled expression.

Parmenides spat out the grass in his mouth, and said indifferently, "Father told me what happened at noon, let me help you analyze your 'thoughts'." You tell me all the causes and consequences, and I'll analyze them for you!"

Rand laughed suddenly, thinking that he would ask again when he was free, since he could solve the puzzle now, why not?

Interested, Rand told all the things before and after, including the two torches he saw in the dark cave like a dream, all of which were completely neat, and told Parmenides without the slightest concealment.

Parmenides was dumbfounded after hearing this, it was obvious that Rand's telekinesis was a non-lethal telekinesis, but at the same time, he also sensed the strangeness of Rand's dream.

White flames, which can only be used to heal, or to kill otherworldly creatures, such as insects that manifest from demon insects.

This kind of ability, in the barbarian era 10,000 years ago, would have become the savior of mankind, but in this era that separated the abyss and the heavenly realm, this kind of telepathic ability has no effect.

Unless you go to be a pastor.

Parmenides was silent for a long time, thinking about his father's explanation, and then deliberately rotting another possibility he had speculated in his stomach, and then he spoke: "Rand, your thoughts are not offensive in any way. ”

Parmenides patted Rand on the head, "Give up." ”

The look in Rand's eyes dimmed suddenly, although he himself had guesses, but he still had expectations for his thoughts, and after returning home, he put everything down and practiced seriously.

But now Parmenides told him plainly that there was nothing offensive about his thoughts.

No wonder my father determined that he was the heir to the head of the family so early, did he want to use the family to protect himself after understanding that his thoughts were not powerful?

"I don't believe it!" roared Rand.

Parmenides looked at the younger brother with pity.

After finally getting rid of the name of waste, he was told that he was still a waste, and the previous counterattack was just an illusion.

Parmenides couldn't help but feel a little distressed by such a cruel fact, and he almost couldn't help but say his unreliable speculation.

However, those who can't face up to themselves are the saddest!

Even if this fact is cruel, Parmenides has to uncover it and show it completely in front of Rand!

"Don't you believe me?" Parmenides paused, then continued, "Then, attack me with your strongest mind!"

Rand was slightly stunned, but gritted his teeth and stared at Parmenides tightly: "What you said!"

"I said it!" replied Parmenides nonchalantly.

Rand stood still for a moment, and then concentrated on mobilizing his thoughts.

With a "poof", a white flame burst out of Rand's right palm.

Rand looked at the flames in his palm, a little uneasy, but still threw the flames towards Parmenides with all his might.

A thick flame attached itself to Parmenides' right arm, burning incessantly.

But it only lasted for three seconds, and the raging fireworks were extinguished little by little, and Parmenides's right arm did not move at all, and even the casual clothes were not damaged in the slightest.

"See?" Parmenides asked softly.

Rand shrugged his head, never before, feeling that this red and clear dawn was so bleak.

Parmenides spoke softly: "Don't practice anymore, study rhetoric well, and inherit the position of head of the family in the future, I will help you!"

Rand remained silent, just shrugged his head and walked towards his room step by step.

Parmenides stood up and said to Rand who was far away: "The one who can't face himself is the pathetic! You, the son of Locke Yord, must learn to face yourself!"

Rand's body paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

Dejected, he returned to his room, closed the door casually, and didn't care about anything, just lay down on his bed.

With his hands on his head and his eyes looking up without any focus, he looked at the wooden lines of the ceiling alone, and gradually fell into a daze.

The naïve will joke, and a moment ago he finally washed off the name of waste and became a genius.

At this moment, God told you again, it's all because you were born at the wrong time, 10,000 years in the morning, you are definitely a genius.

Still, it's a waste, and it's, no matter how hard you try, it's a waste of waste!

Thinking about it, tears slipped from the corners of Rand's eyes.

In the training ground, Parmenides looked at the faltering Locke, and his heart trembled slightly.

He looked up and asked, "Is this really good? he would be happy to cut off Rand's path of cultivation, even if it was just to become a priest, right?"

Locke smiled sadly, raised the wine bottle and took a sip: "You still don't understand, if it's a priest, once it comes to wartime, the priest will lose his personal freedom and be enslaved by the strong, and that kind of future, Rand doesn't need." ”

"How do you know he doesn't need to?" Parmenides asked aloud.

"Because, my son, you don't need to linger!" Locke exclaimed, slamming the bottle out of his hand.

There was a "bang" and it shattered to the ground.

Parmenides was stunned, and then said, "Well, after a while, why now?"

Locke shook his head: "The two members of the spider have been robbed, so sooner or later Rand's telekinesis can be speculated, and the spider will definitely sell this news to others in order to take revenge on me, perhaps, tomorrow, the whole of Babylon will spread the news that Rand has become a waste again." ”

"Instead of letting him be overwhelmed by then, it's better to let him face himself now!"

Parmenides lowered his head and stopped talking, and the speculation that could be called a fantasy was once again suppressed in his heart, and he just looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, silent.

The next day, dawn.

Rumors of the city of Babylon about the rubbish of the co-owner's house were once again rubbish, and they were all over the streets, and women and children knew about it.

Everyone is either lamenting the fleeting of a genius, or laughing, a complete waste mongrel, also wants to be a genius, just like a toad wants to eat swan meat, unbridled ridicule.

Because of the incident of Goode's arrest, the Duke of Mance openly angrily denounced the dereliction of duty of the co-master!

The Douglas family took the opportunity to recount Jues's unjust death and trumpeted the fact that Rand had cheated on the covenant witnessed by the gods.

For this kingdom that regards the gods as a religion, disrespect for the gods is an absolutely unforgivable sin.

Things are getting worse and worse.

It was worse than Locke expected.

The four great families were holding the citizens of the city together and crowded in front of the gates of Yord's house, demanding an explanation.

The Yorde family chose to stay behind closed doors.

On the third day, dawn.

The citizens in front of the gate still did not disperse.

The four great families fanned the flames, and the king of Babylon vetoed Locke's previous proposal and refused to allow Rand, who blasphemed the gods, to inherit the Yord family.

Hearing that the co-owner also wanted to let the blasphemous person inherit the family, the anger in the hearts of the citizens was pushed to a climax!

Gorgias, who had just come out of the little dark room, stood in front of Rand's door gloatingly, loudly reporting all the situation in the outside world.

Parmenides looked anxiously at the dense crowd of citizens in front of the gate, and repeatedly declared: "I will definitely give an explanation." ”

Rand lay quietly on the bed, looking at the white flame in his palm, and sighed helplessly.

It was at this time that Gorgias's voice sounded outside the door again: "Bastard, father is going to announce his resignation as co-master, and in order to wipe your ass, father is going to resign as co-master!

Rand felt dizzy in his mind, and took in the white flame.

The door, which had been closed for two days, finally opened.

In front of the gate, Locke stood there, holding the hilt of his sword in his right hand, and said in a loud voice: "The Yord family, there is no blasphemy, I, Locke Yorde. May I vouch for my life!"

As soon as this sentence fell, there was even more noise in front of the door.

"Is the co-master's explanation just such a painless sentence?"

"Yes, the blasphemous family of the gods, their oath is no longer worth trusting!"

"We need a substantive explanation!"

"Kill that blasphemous!" I don't know who shouted, and the chaotic voices of the audience began to slowly converge into one!

"Kill the blasphemers!"

"Kill the blasphemers!"

............

Locke sighed helplessly, and then said loudly again: "Yord may really be wrong, again, I, Locke, declare ......"