Most of the bustling crowds are office workers full of footsteps, and Wang Yihuai, who is dressed in white and has a slender body, is wrapped in the crowd, looking very weak. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yihuai came to the lighthouse country as an exchange student to study for a year, and it has been almost half a month since she came to Yorktown, a city known as the heart of the world, but because of her busy studies, she has never been able to find time to come out and visit the city.

Today, taking advantage of the school holidays, she has to be free to walk around.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, Wang Yihuai always felt that he was out of place with them.

It's not that there's any difference in dress, it's more of a spiritual thing, but she can't say what the specific problem is.

After returning from Jinguan College as a volunteer for the University Games, Wang Yihuai had an indescribable distress in her heart, she always felt that she had forgotten a major event that was more important than her life, but she racked her brains and couldn't recall it.

Sighing and putting aside the things in his heart for a while, Wang Yihuai was ready to relax and visit York City for a good time.

Surrounded by high-rise buildings, Wang Yihuai was indifferent to these prosperous urban scenes, and walked in the direction of the urban forest park.

Not long after, Wang Yihuai came to the urban forest park in the heart of Yorktown.

She had just walked a short distance in the forest when suddenly a shadow hung over her.

"Can you give me a ride?"

A man in yellow gently grabbed her slender waist.

Wang Yihuai's body tightened, thinking that he had encountered a robbery.

His body trembled slightly, and he turned his head sideways, and found that this person was actually the monk he had seen in Jinguan City before.

"What's wrong with you?" she felt the monk's body trembling uncontrollably, although she didn't know the monk's name, she didn't know why she had a good feeling that rose from the deepest part of her heart, as if the person in front of her was her closest relative.

Monk Daozhen showed a bright smile, brighter than the sun in the sky: "It's nothing, can you help me walk?"

Originally, Wang Yihuai should have sternly refused, but he agreed with a ghostly gesture: "Okay." ”

Wang Yihuai put his hand on the back of Monk Daozhen, and suddenly felt that the back of his clothes was wet, and when he stretched out his hand, his hands were full of blood.

"Let's go. Dao Zhen shook his head: "The bleeding has stopped, but it looks terrifying, it's okay." ”

Wang Yihuai nodded tremblingly.

The two of them slowly paced on the forest path, and the people around them gradually thinned out.

The more Wang Yihuai walked, the more he felt that Monk Daozhen's body was getting heavier and heavier, and his breath was becoming more and more chaotic.

"Don't you really need to go to the hospital?" Wang Yihuai asked worriedly.

"It's okay, let's stop here. Monk Daozhen said with a pale smile on his lips.

He raised his hand and pointed to a towering tree on the side of the road, and motioned for Wang Yihuai to help him under the tree.

"I have a bamboo flute in my arms, can you please help me take it out?" said the monk Daozhen.

Wang Yihuai did as he did and took out a bamboo flute from the arms of Monk Daozhen, whose surface had obviously become smooth and round due to regular use.

Looking at the slightly yellowish color on the surface of the bamboo flute, Wang Yihuai was a little distracted.

Monk Daozhen wanted to reach out and take the bamboo flute, but his hands could no longer lift the bamboo flute, and as soon as he got it in his hand, he fell weakly to the ground, but fortunately, Wang Yihuai's eyes were quick and he caught the bamboo flute.

"I'm sorry, but it looks like I'm going to have to trouble you to help me lift it for a while. ”

"It's fine. Wang Yihuai had already felt something, and his eyes were full of crystal tears.

Wang Yihuai trembled and held the flute, and handed the bamboo flute to the mouth of the Daozhen monk.

The flute rises in a curling voice, and the music is clear and pleasant, which makes people can't help but feel warm.

The flute flew along the tree, flew above the white clouds, flew to the shore of the sea, and flew to the other side of the ocean.

Listening to the sound of this flute, Wang Yihuai was stunned.

A lot of images appeared in front of her eyes.

It was vaguely from the past, but it wasn't what she remembered.

The men and women who appeared in that scene were obviously not the people she knew, but she couldn't stop feeling sad in her heart.

Monk Daozhen looked at Wang Yihuai gently, he wanted to reach out and touch her face, but he was unable to do so.

Wang Yihuai reached out and grabbed the palm of Monk Daozhen, and raised it to his cheek tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, I can't protect you anymore. Monk Daozhen suddenly stopped playing the flute and said softly.

Wang Yihuai covered his face with his hands and couldn't cry.

"When I die, burn me, don't let them use me. ”

“...... Good. ”

"Don't cry, can you laugh for me?"

Wang Yihuai barely showed a smile, smiling hard, with tears in his eyes.

"It's beautiful. Daozhen looked at her, with tenderness in his eyes, "It's the same as before, but unfortunately, I can't see it." ”

Only then did Wang Yihuai discover that Monk Daozhen's eyes were full of purple shadows, which was clearly a sign of poison.

"In the next life, I hope we can still be husband and wife. ”

Monk Daozhen muttered.

At the end of the song, the monk Daozhen died in Wang Yihuai's arms.

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The song that the true monk had not finished blowing followed the white clouds in the sky and the wind of hunting, and finally fell to Jiangcheng.

Song Qiu was discussing with a group of immortals the information he had obtained from the Daozhen monk.

"The little monk said that our opponent is a computer, is this impossible?" asked Tai Baixing hesitantly.

"That's right, how could we be played around by a computer?" Zhu Bajie also questioned.

Song Qiu said: "Although Master Daozhen said that it is a computer, I understand that it may be artificial intelligence. ”

"Artificial intelligence?"

Song Qiu explained: "According to the imagination of human beings, computers will one day develop to the stage of artificial intelligence. The so-called artificial intelligence is to predict everything in the world through simulation through big data and the super computing power of computers. For example, what you're about to do, what you're going to do next, whether you're going to take your left or right foot, or who you're going to meet soon. All in all, it's like divination, and it calculates everything accurately. ”

Immediately, Song Qiu frowned again and said, "But logically speaking, the current computer should not have developed to this extent?"

"And even if it's an artificial intelligence, it can't be able to block your immortal power, right?" Song Qiu said in confusion with his chin pinched.

Suddenly, Song Qiu was shocked.

A bamboo song sounded in his head, and that bamboo song had echoed many times in his dreams.

Song Qiu walked out of the door of the Internet café in silence, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and was silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Tai Bai Xing followed out the door and asked curiously.

Song Qiu turned his head to look at Tai Bai Xing and exhaled heavily.

"Daozhen Monk...... Probably gone. ”