Chapter 207

Su Mu looked at the floating light on the water, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of a poem for no reason: There are roads in the mountains of books and hard work as a path, and there is no limit to learning the sea and working hard to make a boat.

Su Mu finished reading this poem subconsciously, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I'm really crazy, instead of thinking about how to save myself, I think about some messy things instead."

"Wait, the mountain of books has roads and hard work as the path, and the sea of ​​learning has no boundaries and hard work! The mountain of books has roads and hard work as the path, and the sea of ​​learning has no boundaries and hard work!! I thought of it!"

A flash of inspiration pierced the dark night sky like lightning, illuminating Su Mu's spiritual world.

He thought of a way to save himself.

Boat!

Since this is the torrent of consciousness, since he can't resist this torrent, why not build a small boat and go down the current!

"What should I use to make a boat?" At the critical moment, Su Mu's brain cells burned at a high speed, his brain power was fully activated, and he thought hard about where the materials for boatbuilding should come from.

Naturally, it can't be as said in the poem, making a boat with hardships, that would be too stubborn.

Unless Su Mu really fell into delirium and became a deranged lunatic, he would work hard.

"The first thing that can be determined is that I am now in the memory of the World Tree. What is the carrier of the memory?"

Su Mu asked himself and answered: "It's the spirit, because of the spirit, the memory can be recorded.

The essence of spirit is a kind of sublimation of spiritual power, that is to say, I am now in the torrent of spirit, so my consciousness will be washed away. "

Su Mu thought carefully: "Maybe it's not washing away, but covering. New memories are covering my past memories, and this new memory is the memory of Lingwen.

Each spiritual text requires a huge amount of storage space, and my spiritual power cannot carry such a huge amount of knowledge, so these spiritual texts will automatically overwrite my past memories to store them. "

After learning about this, Su Mu began to try to stop the inheritance of the spiritual text, but after repeated attempts, there was still no effect.

This energy itself is like an established program, and it will not end until it is completed.

The memory of the previous life is only the scales, and the memory of the previous life will disappear completely after a while, and then the memory that is covered will only be the choice of this life.

When Su Mu thought of this, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. This inheritance could not be stopped from the very beginning, unless the energy of the World Tree still retained his own consciousness.

But if that's the case, is Su Mu really himself after absorbing this energy?

The inheritance of this spiritual text alone will make his consciousness disappear. If the remaining consciousness of World Tree exists, I am afraid that it will be able to occupy the dove's nest and erase his consciousness without any effort.

Su Mu bit the tip of his tongue and pulled himself together. He couldn't just give up until the last moment.

"The mountain of books has roads and hard work as the path, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and hard work. Scholars can use their own hard work to create a small boat to cross the sea. What can I use to build my own boat to cross the cover of this torrent of consciousness?"

"What can be determined is that the environment I am currently in is a torrent of consciousness constructed by spiritual power, so only the same power can be used as the material of the boat.

Scholars use hard work to build a small boat to cross the sea of ​​learning, so I, Su Mu, will use my spiritual power to build a boat to cross this flood of consciousness today! "

Su Mu began to save himself.