The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 98: 2 Children’s Debate Day
(Yesterday’s note is to say that I have searched for the Turing test but haven’t found a suitable question for a long time, so I have to skip the process, but I forgot to say it, I’m going to stand up.)
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do it again.
Practice in the sparse aura of heaven and earth.
Be the prince.
Jing Jiu has experience in these things.
Therefore, he has no difficulty adapting to the illusion in Qingtianjian.
But he still found something wrong.
One day, he was in a daze in the imperial garden and saw two palace ladies playing chess, helping to drop a chess piece.
This is not to be happy with the hunt, nor is it to promote his intelligence, it is entirely his subconscious natural behavior.
Now he is an ordinary person. This kind of experience he hasn’t had for a long time makes him seem to return to Chaoge City a long, long time ago, running around in the imperial palace. In the garden, I saw two palace ladies who were guessing and stealing wine.
After dropped the chess piece, he remembered that this is not Chaoge City.
This palace is not that palace.
Brother has passed away in Guocheng Temple for many years.
Is this the effect of the cloud dreamland?
Jing Jiu understood something.
He hasn't played chess since that day.
Until that winter many years later, Prince Jing came to the capital in the wind and snow.
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Jing Wang Shizi is ice and snow smart, and Su Hui is born, but he is only four years old now, so it is natural that he will not go to the capital in many years. There are still many things he can't do, such as letting the prince completely obey his opinions, such as establishing his own spy organization, and finding those who ask questions as soon as possible.
Mr. has left. He is sitting at the window, writing to Luoxue.
His handwriting is already excellent. Not to mention children of the same age, few masters in the palace are better than him. The husband was very satisfied and proud. He said that he didn't need to practice so hard for many times, but he didn't listen. He still wrote a lot of big characters in the study every day.
Those seemingly unrelated texts are some information he wrote down, and no one except him can understand.
It’s not difficult to find other questioners, because the date of birth is the same, and he remembers everyone’s small movements, looks, and habits. His only worry is whether living in the illusion for a long time will have some spiritual impact, and will gradually forget some things.
So he wrote down all the information, and of course he did not forget the most important things.
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Who am I.
Where do I come from.
What am I going to do here.
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After writing those words on the paper, and seemingly piled them randomly on the corner of the table, Prince Jing moved to the window with some difficulty, looking at the snowflakes.
Cangzhou is at the northernmost part of Chu State, bordering Luo State and Qin State. The climate is relatively cold, and it started to snow very early.
Many questioners should have noticed him by now.
In a few years, someone will come to Cangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of troops under the command of Prince Jing in Cangzhou.
He stood quietly in the middle of the net, waiting for those people to come, either to kill or to form an alliance.
Some questioners are like him, they don't care about being discovered, they must have the same thoughts as him.
Such as the nine princes in the palace who are said to be idiots.
The cold wind poured in from outside the window.
He coughed twice, took the blanket and put it on his lap, looked at his face in the mirror, and smiled satisfied.
The little boy in the mirror has thick eyebrows like a sword.
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Luo is the weakest of the five countries in the world, and the people’s lives are also the poorest.
Especially the villages near Zhangshui did not benefit from the water. Instead, because of the floods in the previous years, the family property was completely destroyed and never recovered.
There is a ditch in the field, just between two neighboring villages. When the drought in the previous year, this ditch must be the important land that the two villages competed for, and you can see it everywhere. The man guarded by the hoe, and now there is no one beside the ditch, only two children standing on either side.
The two children were about four or five years old, dressed in rags, and looked like children from poor families.
They looked at the sun in the canal with their hands behind their backs. They didn't talk, let alone throw stones at each other to play, and they looked a bit old-fashioned.
"Do you think the sun in this ditch is real or fake?" The kid in the East Village suddenly said.
The kid in Nishimura said: "Then you say the sun in the sky is real or fake?"
East Village kid looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's a bead."
Nishimura kid said: "Give it back the dzi beads?"
The two children looked at each other, and they knew each other's identity. They were a little excited and wary.
"Would you like to drink?" The West Village kid asked.
"It's especially good to drink." The East Village kid responded.
Nishimura child's eyes lit up, and he asked: "What's your favorite snack?"
East Village kid said: "I love to eat bean curd preserved egg mixed with fried soybeans, how about you?"
Nishimura child said: "Red-oil fermented bean curd with steamed buns."
The two children looked at each other, reached out across the ditch, and shook hands.
The East Village kid was a little puzzled, and said: "My luck has always been bad, but where is your luck? You actually landed in such a place where birds don't shit."
The Nishimura kid sighed and said, "Don't mention it, but it’s not bad luck to meet you."
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loves to eat fermented bean curd with red oil, and is famous for good luck. Naturally, the children of Nishimura are where they are.
The kid in East Village is named Jiang Rui, a casual friend that He Zhan knew.
Before entering the Echo Valley, Jiang Rui had already seen He Zhan, but he did not expect to encounter him first in the illusion.
He Zhan looked at the sun in the sky and said: "Thinking that those people might be looking at you and me like this, I feel a little embarrassed."
Jiang Rui knew this was to remind himself not to reveal his identity, and asked in a low voice: "How did you become a monk in Guocheng Temple?"
"Go out and talk about it." He Zhan said, "What is your situation now?"
Jiang Rui smiled bitterly, and said: "It's a bit miserable. After a few years, I have to kill that man first."
He Zhan noticed the wound on his body exposed from the hole in his clothes, and said: "I will help you then."
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Jiang Rui returned to his home in East Village. After entering the door, he had no time to do anything, so he fell to the ground with a slap.
A drunk man scolded and said, "I'm not at home looking at my sister, why go out wild!"
This man is his father in this world. He drinks well and gambles on money. Whether he drinks too much or loses a bet, he likes to beat and scold his family to vent.
was already a poor home, and the only valuable things were sold out by this drunkard.
Ranxiu is also a cultivator. When Jiang Rui traveled on the Chaotian Continent, he was regarded as a **** by mortals. How could he be treated like this? Of course he wanted to restore some cultivation as soon as possible, kill this drunkard, and then leave this ghost place, but the spiritual energy of the world in the illusion is too sparse, and it will take years to look at it. Do you have to endure this kind of life for several years? But if you leave with He Zhan now, I'm afraid that if you can't go far, you will be sold by human traffickers or eaten by wild beasts.
Thinking of He Zhan's name, a thought suddenly appeared in Jiang Rui's mind, and then he couldn't get rid of it again.
Countless thoughts flashed quickly, and finally turned into a blurted sentence.
"I met a friend from a neighboring village at the water ditch."
responded to Jiang Rui by another slap in the face of his drunkard father and a sentence: "You know what a friend is just this little bitch?"
Jiang Rui covered his face and said with tears: "He gave me white rice crackers and fruit. Of course he is a friend."
The alcoholic father was startled, and said: "White rice crackers? I haven't eaten it for a long time, he...is your friend's rich?"
Jiang Rui sobbed and said, "He said that a good thing rushed out of the river and was picked up by his mother while washing clothes by the river. He said that good thing can be exchanged for many things, white rice crackers, yellow Rice crackers..."
The drunkard father was silent for a while, and asked: "What is that good thing like?"
Jiang Rui glanced at him cautiously and said: "I don't know, he said it's like shit, but how can it be a good thing?"
The alcoholic father scratched his head and said, "Dry shit...is it yellow?"
"No, he said it was like...like that color."
Jiang Rui pointed to the sky and said.
There is a golden sun in the sky.
The drunkard father looked at the sun, squinted his eyes, and wondered if it was naughty gold?
I heard that thirty years ago, Wang Dahu in a neighboring village found a piece of dog-headed blond hair in the river and got home.
Has such a good thing finally come to me?
"Isn't that just a pile of dried shit!"
The alcoholic father pretended to be very angry, slapped Jiang Rui on the head, but in the end he just touched it.
That night, the alcoholic father left after eating.
Jiang Rui knew that he was not going to gamble because he did not drink.
The poor family has no money to light the lamp, and it is dark at night.
Mom coaxed her younger sister and fell asleep on the other side of the Kang.
Jiang Rui was wrapped in a quilt and squatted on the other side of the kang, showing only his face.
He looked at the stars outside the window, silently thinking about his thoughts.
It is naturally a great thing to make an alliance with He Zhan. He believes in He Zhan’s ability and character. The question is, even if he and He Zhan can go to the end, who will Ding belong to?
He doesn't have any confidence to defeat He Zhan.
Well, these are not important, and it doesn’t matter how many years you have to endure, he is jealous.
In the real world, he has always been jealous of He Zhan’s good fortune, jealous that He Zhan has so many big sectarian friends, but never introduce him to him.
This is the cloud dreamland, will you still have such good luck?
If your luck is really that good, then you can survive tonight.
Jiang Rui thought about these things, felt that the night cold was getting deeper, and tightened the quilt on his body.
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In a remote earthen house in West Village.
A woman fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
After 30 years of hard work by washing and cooking, she couldn't understand how she would die so sloppily because of a pile of non-existent nuggets.
He Zhan was **** with his hands and feet, and fell on the ground, with blood all over his face.
His gaze shifted from his adoptive mother to the man who was tumbling over the cabinet, a bit numb—the things in reality made him feel disheartened. After entering the illusion, he broke the jar. He wanted to follow the trend. He seldom practiced until the trial was over in this village, and he knew he was wrong tonight.
In the end, the man failed to find Kotou Jin, and was extremely disappointed. He turned around and punched and kicked He Zhan again, ignoring that he was just a four or five-year-old child.
He Zhan did not cry for pain, let alone for help, because he was afraid that the man would kill himself.
As long as you can survive, it’s fine.
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Being alive is sometimes more painful than being dead.
In the days that followed, He Zhan understood this truth more and more.
The man was unwilling to return empty-handed and sold him to a dealer.
The human trafficker sold him to another human trafficker. I didn’t know how many times he felled his hands and sold him to Zhao Guo.
I was wandering and miserable all the way, and the luck in the real world seemed to be all reversed in the illusion.
When he was in a tooth shop in the capital of Zhao Kingdom, when the rope that bound his hands was finally untied, the bones could be seen from the wound on his wrist.
The people in tooth shop brought him some food, healed his injuries, took a bath, and even gave him a piece of clean clothes.
However, He Zhan's doom did not end here, the most painful moment is still to come.
A carriage with a few boys headed towards the depths of the capital, and gradually the imperial city could be seen from the front.
He Zhan looked ahead, his face pale, and he tried to escape for the first time, while his teeth were not paying attention, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the car.
But he was just a five-year-old boy, he might have ran too far, and he was quickly caught back.
After a club meal, he was still taken into the palace.
In a dark room, he was tied to a chair, and his body was forcibly dosed with medicine. He was extremely weak and didn't have any strength at all.
He could only watch the old **** walk over with a buckskin-handled knife.
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The Chu Kingdom welcomed the mission of the Northern Qin Kingdom~IndoMTL.com~ Said that the mission was actually not accurate, because it was the Emperor Qin who personally visited-the emperor went to another country, which has never happened before. Qin Huang’s decision was heard to have received great criticism in the country, but he insisted on doing so, and brought his beloved princess with him.
The little princess was just five years old this year, and I don’t know why Emperor Qin was willing to let her go on a long journey with her.
What matters the Emperor Qin wants to discuss with Emperor Chu, no one knows except for the two of them.
The prince will naturally attend the welcome banquet. Jing Jiu sat on the couch and looked at the little princess who was about the same age on the other side, wondering who you are?
After seeing Jing Jiu, the little princess of Qin Kingdom never left her eyes. She kept staring at his face, her eyes filled with joy.
The maids and grandmothers of the Chu State Palace couldn’t help covering their mouths and chuckled, thinking that they all said that Qin’s people are straightforward. Now it seems to be the case. Such a small girl knows what looks good, and she looks so unscrupulous. .
The Emperor Qin and Emperor Chu began to discuss secretly, and all the people who served were driven out of the hall, leaving only Jing Jiu and the little princess of Qin State on the couch.
The hall was silent, and the little princess suddenly crawled slowly towards the other side of the couch, and climbed to sit down in front of Jing Jiu.
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