Ninety-seventh bowl of soup (ten)
"It's really enviable." His Majesty the Emperor sighed. "But this world is so strange. Those who have it don't cherish it, and those who don't have it have obsession. Is this normal?"
"Probably." Qing Huan smiled. "But ordinary people probably don't have the courage of His Majesty the Emperor to push their lover into the abyss with their own hands in exchange for their own supreme glory."
Sif.
His Majesty still remembered her, no matter how high he reached, he was always alone, whether it was for Sif or not, he himself was not sure, because nothing could drive him crazy like longevity. He wants to live. Compared with love, he wants to have an endless lifespan.
"Hehe." The emperor also smiled, with a bit of malice in his smile, he was no longer the warm man he used to be. "What qualifications do you have to say about me? Didn't you come to the new universe for something else? I know what you're looking for."
Qing Huan looked at him.
"It's a coincidence. The moment the new universe was established, the wormhole closed, and I got something." He opened the portable space and took out a transparent box. Inside the box is a soft and white light cluster, which seems to be alive, trembling slightly, as if breathing. "It was the only light at the time, so I reached out and grabbed it and learned some stories."
If it hadn't been for the fact that the light group has survived for so many years without changing, it seems to be eternal life, His Majesty the Emperor would not have set his mind on Qing Huan. "There is an inextricable connection between you and this thing. That's why you came back, right? I'm ruthless to Sif, but this person treats you with deep affection and friendship. He even gave up the law of longevity for a woman." , chopped up my soul and threw it into another world, just to renew my relationship with you."
He looked Qing Huan up and down, "Women are beautiful enough, but how can love compare with life?"
His tone was full of disdain for soul fragments. In the eyes of His Majesty, love is probably the most easily discarded and least valuable thing in the world. He abandoned Sif and sacrificed his lover, so he can no longer understand other people's obsessions.
"You make it sound like you know everything." Qing Huan glanced at the ball of light in the box, and the bell in her hand rang softly.
"Of course I know, what don't I know? This thing, when you touch it, you will have its memory. To be honest, I thought life, old age, sickness and death were inevitable for people in the new universe. But it let me know that people can really Immortal!" His Majesty's expression suddenly became wild, he held the box in both hands, his eyes were obsessed and enthusiastic, and he regarded this fragment as a treasure that could save him. "But technology can't analyze its components, so I thought, since you have occupied all of its memory, as long as it catches you, this thing will be obedient, right?"
The light cluster is soft and exudes unparalleled beauty—this is the power that only a powerful soul possesses.
Qing Huan stared at the light group in a daze. It is true that, as His Majesty said, she did not come here to reminisce about the past, nor did she come here to teach and educate people. She came here to find something. And what she was looking for is now in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor. "You look very strange, you are really afraid of death."
Qing Huan's tone was calm, but His Majesty the Emperor could hear the sarcasm in it. He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him for nearly ten thousand years. During this long time, he kept thinking, is his idea too incredible? Who can guarantee that this person will come back? Who can guarantee that the memory of this light group is all there is? All he knew and understood was the light group's strong obsession that could not be ignored, and the memory of "longevity".
The owner of this piece of soul fragment discovered the secret of longevity, but he didn't tell anyone, but he chopped up his soul and put it in. As a price, he gave up longevity and went to find someone. He even created the body of his youth as a medium. When the person he was looking for saw the pair of corpses, the door of memory opened, the fragments of the soul floated, and the fate began to move towards the immeasurable future.
It's just a gamble.
If he can't find that person, he will disappear, and the secret of longevity will be sealed until the next powerful person discovers it again.
What kind of person would be willing to give up immortality just for a woman
His Majesty the Emperor couldn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. When he pushed Sif down with his own hands, it was destined that he would completely remove love from his soul. At this moment, he only wants to learn the secret of longevity from this light group and this mysterious woman, and he wants nothing else!
"Tell me, how to survive, tell me!" His Majesty's expression was distorted, excited and irritable.
Qing Huan was still sitting in the cage. Now she got up and walked slowly towards the edge of the cage. His Majesty the Emperor was startled: "Are you crazy? You will die!"
Qing Huan just smiled, showing no intention of stopping. In the end, His Majesty the Emperor himself opened the cage—he was afraid, terrified, if this woman died, he would not be able to live! Qing Huan looked at him with pity: "Do you think everyone is as afraid of death as you are?" How could that thing hurt her, even if it could, she wouldn't be afraid.
No desire, no need, no worries and no fears.
The cage was only open at one corner, and she reached out and grabbed a frame, which she thought would cut her apart like a twig in her hands—it didn't do anything. Qing Huan asked: "Choose life or love, this is personal freedom, who cares about you. It's normal if you don't want to die, the world is afraid of death. But what if you catch me? So what if you have this fragment? If you want to live forever, Wouldn’t it be good to die? Death is life.”
There is no longevity in the world, and if there is, it is at the price of loneliness and sadness. Everyone wants to live forever, and everyone wants to die after longevity. beautiful.
"What about you? Why didn't you die?!" His Majesty the Emperor asked heartbreakingly. If he couldn't catch Qing Huan, he would have no hope of immortality. His heart was full of fear. He's going to be 10,000 years old soon, less than five months, less than five months!
"How do you know that I'm not dead?" Qing Huan spread out her palms, and the box magically appeared in her hand the next second. She opened the box, and the ball of light danced in her palm, and then entered the bell. The bell rang softly, but remained silent. "Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. You are a good emperor, but don't think about longevity."
What His Majesty the Emperor couldn't bear to part with was his status and glory, but he was indeed a good emperor during these years of his reign. "After this farewell, I will never see you again for the rest of my life. Take care."
Before leaving, Qing Huan took a deep look at His Majesty the Emperor. He may not know that End has become one with him. Maybe this is the reason why he fears death and longs for longevity, maybe not, so who can tell? The moment the wormhole disappeared, only the mechanical lifeform was devoured, and the other personality belonging to King that was parasitic on the mechanical lifeform returned. What is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is bad.
"Give it back to me... give that thing back to me!"
His Majesty the Emperor rushed towards Qing Huan, the weapon stopped a second before reaching her, because she turned around to avoid the light and hit him between the eyebrows. In His Majesty's last consciousness, he only saw the infinite compassion on that beautiful face, and then passed out.
After waking up, forget everything.
There is no more Naihe bridge, no Qinghuan, and no longevity. He would probably still be afraid of death, but he had no choice but to wait and accept.
Life comes to an end, it is useless to force.
Soon, people in the new universe discovered that they had lost their so-called "talent". When the light group was taken away from this world, the series of changes it brought about also began to disappear. People's life spans gradually tend to be balanced, everyone has no "talent", and everyone becomes equal. It will take some time for the world to be peaceful and stable. Qing Huan has never doubted the tenacity and tenacity of human beings. The light cluster does not belong to this world, but its existence makes the universe itself choose to evolve. This evolution seems too eager and anxious, thus creating great inequality. The light cluster disappears, and everything will gradually get better. Fourth-class planets can also produce excellent talents, such as Taichu, and then contribute to the changes in the new universe. There may be difficulties and obstacles, misunderstandings and disagreements, but it doesn't matter, and we will always move towards a better future together. Isn't that what people live for, to become better, not for other things.
But, maybe, not including His Majesty's rotten heart.
Everyone changes. Some get worse and some get better. Some give up something in order to get something, and some are desperate to make up for it, so they create "desires", "desires" produce "obsessions", and "obsessions" lead to inability to escape.
The pot of slow-cooking soup on the Naihe Bridge is based on human emotions and desires, with tears as the base, love and hatred for a lifetime, good memories, sweet and bitter, and mixed flavors. The purpose is just to let the ghost of obsession drink it, let go of the past and go to the next life. If you don't let go, you will be a trapped beast, a prison for fighting, and endless obsession.
Why don't you understand. The past has passed, the future has not yet come, the only thing that can be cherished is the present, and the only choice is to let go.
The world is full of idiots, that's why the world is not peaceful. Hundreds of ghosts are overgrown at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, muddy and rotten flesh, remnants of souls, already rotten, beyond recognition, and you still have to stretch out your hands to grab them, look up, crawl and wait. , Waiting for a dream that may never appear.