Chapter 184

Lu Ziming frantically looked for all meaningful or even meaningless things to do to fill the emptiness of the hollowed out abyss in his heart.

He began to count, from one to ten thousand, one million, ten million.

He began to recall his past, from remembering things to falling off the cliff, and even recalled what people around him had said and done. As long as he could think of, he dug out a lot of things.

When the memories in his mind dried up, he began to tell himself stories, from "gourd baby" in his childhood to "Star Trek" when he grew up, from "one thousand and one nights" in Europe to "the romance of the gods" in China, from "white lotus sect" in the comic book to "seven swords down the Tianshan Mountain" in the martial arts story, and even "100000 whys" were not spared.

Later, I couldn't remember a story in my mind. I either said it or said it was rotten. In the end, I didn't remember what I was talking about.

He began to turn out all the knowledge of the sunshine era again, including history, geography, Chinese, mathematics, etc. even his most hated ideology and morality in the past. He turned it out again and again to resist the loneliness and emptiness like the waves.

So he began to madly make up stories for himself to deceive himself. No matter what kind of stories, history or fantasy, as long as he could think of the plot, he made them up into endless stories... Once but twice. After making up countless stories, he finally had nothing to make up!

He fell into emptiness again, tried all means, and still couldn't stop the emptiness from swallowing. Finally, he thought of the ancient scroll in his backpack, as if there was another thing he could do.

His family's so-called heirloom has been lying quietly in his backpack. One is a small dark stone mill without any use. It seems that there is a stone core missing in the middle. He can't even grind juice. He almost threw it aside. The other is a scroll of ancient scrolls. To be exact, it is a scroll of fairy tales. When he was a child, he didn't know how many times he had heard the story. The second uncle had a booklet with the same picture in his hand. The pictures on it were the same as those on the scroll. Every time, the second uncle held himself and pointed to the booklet to tell the fairy tales again and again.

That's the story of ancient immortals fighting demons. It doesn't matter when the story happened. What matters is that the immortals in the painting are the ancestors of the people. In an era when heaven and earth are not open, demons and ghosts are rampant everywhere. The ancestors of immortals walk between heaven and earth with their swords, cut off demons, eliminate demons, support justice, fight life and death with all kinds of monsters one after another, and finally defeat the demons, After restoring the order of the world, evil can not defeat justice. The sun shines on the world again, and the world has restored peace.

Once upon a time, Lu Ziming lay in the arms of the second prince. The second prince's hoarse voice told the story in the painting, like a soft lullaby, and unconsciously fell asleep.

He never took the stories on the ancient scroll seriously, just as no one took the stories in the romance of the gods or the things described in the book of mountains and seas as true. Myth is a myth, which only exists in people's imagination.

He had nothing to fill his empty brain. The story on the ancient scroll became his last sustenance. It was the story he had heard since childhood, but it did not prevent him from recalling the past time again, or even adding new elements to the story.

There is nothing special about the ancient scroll. I don't know what animal's leather is used to make it. It has a faint smell of spices. In addition, the lines in the picture are of different thickness. At first glance, they don't come from any famous masters. At best, they are just the graffiti of their ancestors. They have no collection value at all. I really don't know why they are collected in the ancestral hall, If it were replaced by other famous paintings, the life of Shanzhai would have changed a long time ago.

He opened the scroll full of criticism. The ink on the scroll was not clear. Maybe it was old. He could even smell a musty smell.

There is no text on the ancient scroll, only pictures of battle. The earliest way of human communication is not text, but pictures expressed by text. Pictures expressing meaning have appeared in cave murals a long time ago. With the passage of time, it changed from pictures to pictographs, and then gradually formed today's words. From the way of communication, pictures can best express the meaning of painters, and will not change with the passage of time.

In the ancient scroll, the simplest lines are used to outline a portrait of a man in front of him. In front of him are strange creatures, some running on the ground and making an offensive posture; Some are flying in the sky, circling and ready to dive. Those monsters are big and small, including humanoid creatures and beasts in the water. He found snake demons and cattle in the picture. I don't know whether it is his illusion or whether these creatures already exist. Anyway, he linked the dark creatures with the monsters on the ancient scroll.

I don't know if I'm dazzled, or the portrait on the ancient scroll aroused my interest. Each action of the portrait on the ancient scroll is different. There is no same sword or thorn, chop or lift in my hand.

"Is this a volume of swordsmanship script?" he was confused. He immediately thought about it. Whether it was true or not, at this moment, he found that he seemed to have something to deal with the endless emptiness.

He redraws every action of the portrait on the Notepad. The action in the portrait is more like a coherent sword technique. He didn't consider the authenticity of this matter at all. Afraid of the truth, he immediately recognized the action in the painting as a method of cutting demons and removing demons. Whether others believe it or not, he recognized it anyway. At this time, he stubbornly recognized that Ah Q spirit is also a spirit, At least it's very useful for yourself now.

Now he is like an ostrich whose head is buried in the sand. If anyone wants to say that this is not a set of swordsmanship, he will never die.

He has nothing to do. He wears around the boundary wall boring every day. In addition to being able to run more and more, he has almost been swallowed up by the huge emptiness. He urgently needs to find something to spend his boring time. Practicing the so-called sword technique can fill the emptiness and loneliness.

He is not unwilling to admit the reality. It doesn't matter whether this is a set of swordsmanship or not. The important thing is that he can't face it now. Escape is a helpless choice. The cruelty of reality will make him collapse in the next second. Maybe suicide will become his only choice.

Time will erase everything, including ambition. No one can stand firm under the scouring of time. Even the hard stones of hundreds of millions of years can not be avoided, let alone Lu Ziming?