The friendly interaction between master and apprentice does not need to be advertised.

Staying together in silence is the best fulfillment for each other.

Song Qingwen and Yin Feiyang, one is right and one demon, and after reaching an unsightly PY deal, they also acted according to their promises.

With Song Qingwen's ability, he easily recruited a group of Demon Sect disciples, ploughed the court and swept the caves for him to smash those inhumane doomsday bases, liberate the people there, and then bring them back to the Demon Sect base to dig caves.

At the same time, it will also liberate the disciples of the Demon Sect who have worked hard to build the infrastructure.

And Song Qingwen mixed in with some of the rescued 'civilians' and talked to them.

Through the mouths of some old people, we can understand more fully and substantially, that bright civilization has become a thing of the past.

There is a lot of knowledge that is hidden in life, in the crowd, and in the common sense that everyone thinks is ordinary.

And Song Qingwen needs these things.

This is something that cannot be given in books.

An old man with gray hair and obvious deformities on his hands and feet, with his swollen fingers, carefully took the cigarette handed over by Song Qingwen, as if on a pilgrimage, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, then closed his hands and held them in the palm of his hand.

turned a blind eye to the fireworks handed over by Song Qingwen.

"I've given about a pack before and after, so it's okay to smoke one!" Song Qingwen said to the old man.

The old man drooped his eyelids, and then said, "If you want to live, you have to have some hope." If you don't even have that hope, you won't have the strength to get up again every morning. ”

"How can one pack be enough to smoke one thing or less?"

Song Qingwen knew that the old man was bargaining, but he didn't care.

Although there is no shortage, there is no need to satisfy the desires and luxuries of the other party.

When communicating with people, it is not necessary to follow their hearts and get what they want.

Seeing that Song Qingwen didn't talk, the old man's eyes flickered, and he cheekily changed the topic by himself: "The last time I talked about things in college, it was really a luxurious time! , cigarettes and alcohol are wasted like no money, and there are some more wonderful things... Some of the good things that can't be found anymore are enough to float for half a day. ”

Perhaps, from that time on, our sins have been condemned! ！”

The old man reminisced about the old days as usual.

Babbling, very messy.

He knew that this capable 'young man' in front of him liked to hear him tell stories about the past.

However, Song Qingwen quickly filtered out the information that was really useful to him in the old man's memories.

"What if... If only I could find that castle!" said the old man suddenly.

"What castle?" Song Qingwen asked perfunctorily as always.

The old man said: "According to legend, somewhere in the world, there is a castle. It allows people to enjoy the beauty of those things that were only available in the past, with endless food and wine, gorgeous lights and music... ”

But only those who yearn for it the most, who have a strong desire, will get its response. ”

Song Qingwen was stunned.

Recently, more than half of the disciples of the Demon Sect have disappeared.

Although the elders communicated with each other, they concluded that some of the missing disciples must have chosen to withdraw from the world, perhaps they would be able to find out what had happened when they returned to reality.

However, they didn't want to give up the opportunity.

After all, a cooling-off period of up to ten days may lead to a big step behind others in another world.

"Could it be that the disciples are all attracted by that castle?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.

Subsequently, he strengthened his mind and took the initiative to release his desires.

A strong expression of a desire for food, for wine, for a peaceful life.

The rough cave scene in front of me slowly dissipated.

An avenue full of gorgeous lights appeared at Song Qingwen's feet.

The road underfoot is flat and wide.

At the end of the road, there is a brightly lit castle.

"Responding to desires?

"In this way, this castle should be in the middle of some subspace, or... It floats, can travel through space, and jumps around the world. What principle?science?or theology?" Song Qingwen looked at the castle, full of desire.

He couldn't wait to unearth the secrets of the castle.

Within the Demon Sect, there are similar methods.

However, that is another form and way of being.

Relying on supernatural powers and spells, it should be different from the castle here.

Along the avenue, Song Qingwen strode towards the castle.

In the distance, I heard the sound of beautiful music.

The cello is the main instrument, and Walta No·2 is played in a gorgeous and cheerful melody.

Suddenly, a group of young women dressed like swans in snow-white ballet dresses poured out of the castle gates, and then stood on the long steps in two rows.

They danced to the music.

It's really like a flock of proud swans.

Suddenly, the lights in front of the castle became slightly dimmed.

A 'black swan', under the gathering of a beam of light, came to the steps.

Her lonely dancing is in stark contrast to the white swans standing quietly on tiptoe, holding hands, and twisting their faces.

Black and white, light and dark, silence and passion, strong visual cues, rushing to the face.

The impact from art made Song Qingwen's mood fluctuate slightly.

Suddenly, in the sky, a pair of large black hands seemed to be gathered.

Large hands envelop the entire castle, as if holding the castle firmly in the palm of the hand.

With the rhythm of the fingers, it goes well with the music.

The girls, who danced like swans, began to merge in one place, jumping and spinning violently.

Their dancing is graceful, precise and elegant.

Everything is so perfect and standard.

There is not a trace of mistakes, but there is also no trace of surprises.

Song Qingwen stood at the foot of the steps, watching this scene, looking at the big hand that seemed to be manipulating everything, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"So that's it?"

"The World in a Box... "Song Qingwen had some answers in his heart.

Among the monks of the Demon Sect, there will be some special monks who create a mini space in their backpacks, and everything will be reduced according to reality.

Then cast a spell to imprison the person in their own shrunken mini-space.

And it was called 'World in a Box'.

Generally, monks who practice this kind of spell have the pleasure of manipulating the life, death, and fate of others.

"Legend has it that the origin of the world in the box was originally an experiment used by the old man with a black heart to study the spell of fate. In the narrow world, the change of one place, the change of everyone... Or even the fate of the entire world in the box, so as to learn the mystery of fate. ”

"However, since the black-hearted old man, no one has mastered the mystery of fate through this method. If you want to dial and spy on the trajectory of fate, you still need to practice Qimen Mathematics and Three Easy Hexagrams, which is orthodox. Song Qingwen thought to himself.

He stepped on the steps and stepped out.

Without fear, he walked up the stairs to the perfect castle.