Blue and White Society Chapter 806: A simple dream
Jingwei is like a crow, but with a patterned head, a white beak and red feet.
Based on this description alone, it is difficult for Mo Poor to make up his mind. Could it be that the crow's mouth and claws are changing colors?
Even so, what about the pattern on the head? What pattern will it be?
Mo Qiong was thinking hard, when Adams suddenly opened the best metal and said: "Come on, the elf is not looking here."
Under the cover of Adams, Mo Poor and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.
The breeding farm is very large, about one million square kilometers. Although Feather God is responsible for taking care of the meat clan, it is impossible to scan everyone all the time.
The cheaper way is to make millions of elves, and only watch freely every few hundred meters.
As for Feather God himself, he is symbolically placed in the sky.
According to Adams's observation and testing for nearly a month, he found that Yushen only let everyone see it as a deterrent.
In fact most of the time the Meat Clan is not being supervised at all.
By listening to the sound characteristics of all things, Adams noticed that the Feather God was dreaming a lot of the time, and occasionally talking in his sleep.
Long and boring prison life, Yushen probably can only daydream to pass the time.
As for the stalking of the elves, Adams had long discovered that there were big loopholes in their patrol paths, and after observing them for a while, he concluded the timing of the blind spots.
Taking this opportunity, Mo Poor and Jiang Long climbed out in a grand manner.
In order to mix into the meat clan, Mo Poor and Jiang Long were both naked.
"Don't worry, the little elves can't identify you who are extra. They only record newborns, and they don't presuppose the possibility of sudden extra adults. Their main duty is to supervise these people not to violate the ancient gods. set the rules," Adams said.
Mo Poor said: "Just because no one will come in for tens of millions of years, don't you think about many situations?"
Adams said: "The fact is that, the ancient gods actually... don't have any management system. They just set up rules as they think of, but they follow the old rules."
Mo Poor pondered: "The ancient gods have no civilization...with countless years of wisdom, their social structure is not as good as the true sociality of ants."
"This is indeed a very strange thing. Has their wisdom been used to perceive the root algorithm?" Adams pouted.
Mo Poor said: "The thinking mode is different, they don't need it, they disdain it! Only the weak need civilization."
Adams took them and introduced a group of people.
This group of people was naked, male and female, most of them looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, their expressions were rather numb, and they sat in the dug out, cool sandpit.
"Ji Jiao, this is our captain, Mo Poor, he can take you out." Adams said.
The leading woman named Kikyo is twenty years old. Although she is still very young, she already has some indescribable maturity.
Among this group of people, she is already considered the eldest sister.
The waist-length hair was disheveled, she was extremely thin, and her face was pale. Judging from her state, she seemed to have just given birth a few days ago.
I saw Kikyo's eyes lit up and said, "Can you really defeat God?"
"Are you afraid? If so, I can send some of you away first." Mo Poor smiled.
Jiao Jiao shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter whether you kill a **** or be killed by a god. But he..."
The woman pointed at Adams and said: "...he promised to take me to see the lisianthus flower. It is impossible for anyone to make such a promise...I want to see...so I want to live."
Mo Poor looked at Adams, and Adams smiled and said: "She is just pursuing this, no, it is insignificant to us, but to her, bellflower is the way."
"Huh?" Mo Poor was taken aback.
Adams quickly introduced that this human race still has a language inheritance, they can't write, but they still have a language.
Even the Empress Sang and Chisong passed down many stories back then. Because of the ban of the ancient gods, they were mainly not human stories.
What is passed down from the Empress Sang is a story of nature.
It is the birds holding leaves and weaving their nests to keep out the cold wind, the big trees forming roots and hair to resist the flood, and the fish schools swimming upstream to lay eggs.
It is the drop that penetrates the rock, it is the bud that breaks the rock formation.
The sky covers all things, the earth carries all living beings, the four seasons rotate, the cold and heat alternate, the moon is full and then it loses, and the sun and noon are partial.
Earth's mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, trees, beasts eat each other, all of them are told by Empress Sang to those children who are destined to die.
Emperor Sang didn't teach anything, but actually taught everything.
So after all these years, they still know about flowers, birds, the rising and setting of the sun, and the ebb and flow of tides.
It’s just that painting is not allowed. Those things only exist in the conception and in the brain-filling pictures from dictation.
Over time, everyone has a different understanding of the same thing, and no one has seen it anyway. A simple thing called a flower will make them think of death, and desperately try to figure out what it looks like.
The less you know, the more uncertain you are, the more beautiful a thing will be, and the more you want to see what it looks like through that layer of veil.
That kind of beauty is suffocating and ecstasy.
In order to pursue this kind of beauty, the meat race will give everything. It seems that if you can see the lotus once with your own eyes, you will be considered to have seen the Dao.
Emperor Sang just told the children countless things that they will never see in this life.
It is enough to let what Mo Poor sees today is still a human being.
After 800 million years, rational intelligence has indeed deteriorated somewhat, but advanced intelligence is advanced intelligence, and with language, it is never possible to degenerate into ordinary animals.
Their life is very boring and hopeless, fantasy is the only thing they can do.
If they never knew that there are seas, starry sky, flowers and trees, mountains and rivers in this world, then they would not think about it.
But it is precisely because they clearly know that there is, but their sins make it impossible for them to see it from life to death. Even, they are not allowed to draw and record what they imagined.
This kind of torture, this kind of inability to get what they want, actually makes their brain power extremely amazing, and it seems to have evolved.
And this is actually understanding.
Almost all human beings are geniuses on this mysterious side of Genesis Mountain.
They don't know what the sea really looks like, but they have an ocean in their hearts. I don't know how majestic the green hill is, but I have a green hill that belongs to me in my heart.
Knowing the mountains but not knowing the mountains, knowing the water but not knowing the water. They have already given up their lives, just to forget death.
Mo Poor doesn't know what kind of state he will be in after helping them beat the palace, maybe it's far beyond the primordial spirit state.
Adams said: "The earth in their eyes is naive and imaginative. You can't imagine what the things we take for granted look like in their hearts and how much they attract them. It is torture. It is a poison to their minds, and at the same time, an antidote to a desperate life.”
"In just over 20 days, I have persuaded hundreds of millions of people to resist. This number is still increasing, and their dusty dreams are spreading rapidly among them like waves."
"The first person I met here was Kikyo. She only had two dreams, to see the flower her name represents, and die cleanly."
Mo Poor said: "You can pass on the appearance of Kikyo to her."
Adams shook his head and said, "I want her to see, smell, and touch the platycodon flower with her own eyes. If it's just a mental sensory perception, it's no different from her thinking up another possibility."
"Mo Poor, we must win this battle."
"The ancient **** must die, and everyone else will be brought home."
Mo Poor smiled and said: "Three billion people are too many... I can't send them all away in front of the ancient gods. It seems that I can only kill the ancient gods in front of them."
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