Lu Yang could only pray that he would stop thinking about such messy things. Now he has no cultivation at all, and if he encounters any strange and dangerous things, he may not be able to guarantee that he can survive.
Lu Yang felt that he had to do one thing to distract himself, as long as he concentrated on doing one thing, he would not have any strange thoughts.
Now there are still eight minutes before coming out from here. This short eight minutes can be said to be extremely long for Lu Yang. What happened in those few seconds just now is enough to make Lu Yang's heart rise to his throat.
"By the way, I can recite the text!" Lu Yang suddenly thought of an idea.
He clearly remembered that his memory was the most focused when he was trying to memorize and memorize the text in school, and he hardly thought of any strange things. If he recited the text now, maybe he would not be in danger.
When Lu Yang just had this idea, a high school Chinese textbook instantly appeared in front of his eyes, and the appearance of this textbook was also the materialized product of his subconscious thoughts.
Lu Yang didn't dare to think too much, he quickly took the Chinese textbook in the air, and then flipped through a page casually, and the text that came into his eyes was exactly Bai Juyi's poem—"Pipa Xing" that he had a headache for all those years ago!
Lu Yang was worrying that he couldn't concentrate his mental power. After seeing this pipa exercise, Lu Yang stopped thinking about it and just stood on the streets of Jinchan County and recited it.
When Lu Yang memorized and recited this pipa line from the beginning again, the scene in Jinchan County in front of him gradually became blurred, and the scene in front of him also changed accordingly, and then he felt as if his butt touched something.
Then the scene in front of him gradually changed to his high school classroom, and under his buttocks was the bench he was sitting on. The slightly sparse crown of the student in front gradually appeared in the corner of his eyes.
The female classmate next to her seemed to be secretly painting something on her face while she was studying in the morning. From the window next to the classroom, one could even see the domineering Mediterranean hairstyle of the head teacher peeping into the classroom.
What I have to say is that the world presented here is too real, but at this time Lu Yang doesn't have the heart to think about these things at all, he has to concentrate on memorizing this piece of pipa!
However, Lu Yang, who was reciting the text at this time, had the feeling he had when he was studying, that is, the morning reading time had passed extremely long. After he had recited the pipa line for nearly ten times, he raised his head and looked at the clock in front of the classroom. It was only half a minute past!
Could it be said that in the world created by Wanyao Pavilion, even the speed of time can be subconsciously changed? Time has been slowed down twenty times now, right? !
"Seeing off guests at the first night on the Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn..." There is no way, although time passes slowly, but reciting texts here is nothing more than the safest thing Lu Yang can think of now, and Lu Yang can only admit it.
After all, he doesn't dare to have extra thoughts now, if he thinks of something dangerous when he thinks about other things that can safely pass these few minutes, then he may not be lucky enough to survive again.
But after Lu Yang memorized the text several times again, a very real problem appeared in front of Lu Yang, that is, human energy is always limited, even if he tries hard to concentrate himself, he will still have to face a very embarrassing thing after all, that is, distraction!
When Lu Yang recited Maple Leaf, Dihua Qiushui again, another poem about Maple Leaf appeared in Lu Yang's mind. Lu Yang didn't remember what the first two sentences were, but the content of the last two sentences was still fresh in Lu Yang's memory.
"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February!"
Yes, similar to what ordinary people think, Lu Yang's memory of this poem is not just because it was written by Du Mu, it is so famous, and he doesn't have any special feelings about the artistic conception of this poem.
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His memory of this poem is only because of the third and fourth characters of the previous sentence. And when Lu Yang thought of these two words, his subconscious thoughts could no longer stop the car. Lu Yang only felt the scene in front of him flash, and in the next second his feet were already standing in the deep forest and mountain road.
"Don't mess with me..."
Lu Yang already knew what was going to happen next, but the scene in front of him was presented subconsciously and was not under his control at all. When he came here, the Chinese textbook in his hand disappeared immediately.
"But something indescribable will happen?!"
Lu Yang gulped his saliva, the scene in front of him was exactly the same as he had imagined, and in front of the deep forest mountain road he was stepping on, a BMW X5 stopped strangely in the middle of the road.
It's too coquettish to have a BMW X5 in this place!
But this kind of thing can appear in this place, to put it bluntly, it is because of Lu Yang's subconscious thoughts. And when that BMW X5 appeared in front of Lu Yang's eyes, Lu Yang could vaguely see that BMW X5 floating up and down rhythmically.
"No way, no way, can't even this be realized? Isn't this too real?"
Lu Yang felt like he was watching porn, if he walked next to that car, he would probably be able to see the inside of that car.
However, what Lu Yang subconsciously thought of actually materialized in front of Lu Yang's eyes, but what caught Lu Yang's eyes was not the scene in the BMW car, but what appeared in front of Lu Yang was something similar to a progress bar!
That's right, in front of Lu Yang's eyes is indeed a progress bar, and it's the kind that can be dragged by hand! It's too real to be able to fast-forward when watching porn!
The moment the thought of watching porn appeared, the scene in front of Lu Yang subconsciously changed again. At this time, he was already lying on the bed at home at some point, and he was holding the mobile phone in his hand to look at the picture in the mobile phone.
At this time, the screen that appeared on the phone was the exterior of the BMW on the small road in the deep mountain. As long as he fast forwarded a little, he would probably be able to see the plot behind it!
Continuous space and time jumps are like continuous dreams, overlapping and overlapping. The more the world lines overlap, the more chaotic and blurred the memory, until finally Lu Yang even began to doubt whether he was in the dream...