Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

The autumn sun shines on the crimson palace wall, but does not shine into the deep door opening. In this early morning, a luxurious chariot passes through the palace city.

Cross the imperial city.

After making a big circle in the inner city, they finally stopped outside a teahouse. The guards in strong and sharp clothes roared out and cleared the teahouse after a while.

"My lady, please."

The curtain of the car embroidered with colorful flowers was lifted, and a shoe was first protruded, and it stepped directly on the small stool brought by the attendant.

It's not like stepping on it, it's more like a stool is catering.

Then, wearing a red palace dress and Zhuchai jade, the coquettish and charming Concubine Hu got off the carriage and walked into the teahouse step by step.

"Deng Deng Deng" went up to the second floor, and saw the only guest sitting by the window.

"Good sister, you are here." Concubine Hu Guifei pursed her lips and smiled.

The person at the table was wearing a black gauze dress that reached to his ankles.

Above the tender white soles of the feet, there is a string of golden bells hanging, and the face is covered with a veil of the same color, revealing half of the face, which has a bit of exotic charm.

If Qi Ping was here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that it was the orchid "Yao Guang" from Lincheng in the northwest.

"I've seen my sister," Yaoguang Shi Shiran put down the cup, stood up and bowed down, with a smile on his face:

"My younger sister came to Kyoto for the first time and took the liberty to visit. I didn't expect my older sister to be so 'inspiring'."

Concubine Hu Gui walked over, held Yao Guang's hand, sat at the table, and sighed:

"Raised in the deep palace, I can't help myself, it may be misunderstood by that person, so I have no choice but to be generous."

Yao Guang Gu Ying felt sorry for herself: "Sister is fine in Kyoto, unlike me..."

He sighed lightly, with a look of unbearable past memories:

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Fortunately, I was finally transferred from that ghostly place and came to the capital to join my sister."

Concubine Hu Gui smiled brightly: "This is very good, but Mr. Bai Zun is willing to let you go."

Yao Guang said: "Master Zhi Ji Jing is helping."

Knowing Ji Jing... Concubine Hu Gui was in a daze when she heard this name: "So that's how it is."

Yao Guang asked: "Let's not talk about this first. I heard that the Buddhist and Taoist competitions in the city seem to be in a critical situation? I only heard the people here say 'Mr. Qi'..."

Concubine Hu Gui nodded and said:

"This person's name is Qi Ping. My sister must have heard of this time acting on behalf of the Daoist sect."

Flush?It's him?Yao Guang was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise:

"He's still alive?"

……

……

A new day has arrived, and the road war continues.

In Qingwa Town, another year has passed.

Flush to 11.

Although the time in this world passed quickly, one year still allowed him to complete the investigation of all the people in the town.

The results were dismal.

None of them passed the Turing test, which means, one generation is not here.

"Is my judgment wrong? The starting point of this Dao battle is not worthy of attention? This is troublesome."

Lying flat on the roof, the sun dazzled his eyes.

Disappointment could not be concealed on her still immature face.

According to his estimation, at least he has to grow up to 15 years old before he can have the ability to go out and make a living.

As a result, Qi Ping's life became more leisurely again. He slept most of the time, went home to eat when he was hungry, woke up and wandered, or meditated in a daze.

He is still trying to operate the Heaven and Earth God Deed, and he has nothing to do anyway, what if one day he can suddenly practice?

In addition, the Turing test is still being done.

It's just that, replaced by outsiders who occasionally pass through the town, they no longer have hope, and it's more like a game to pass the boring time.

People in the town gradually stopped talking about him.

It's like forgetting about him.

Qi Carpenter and his wife stopped crying and seemed to accept this fact.

The old gentleman in the private school never came to look for Qi Ping again, as if he had no expectations for him at all.

Qi Ping didn't care.

If they clearly know that this world is false, these people are not advanced intelligence.

Knowing that the sun, the moon and the monsters are nothing but bubbles in water, naturally they will not place their emotions on them.

So, another year passed.

It was another winter, and on a snowy day, Qi Ping walked along the alley to the entrance of the town, stepped on the ladder he made himself, and climbed up to the roof.

Sweeping away a small piece of snow, sitting on the blue tiles, staring at the official road outside the town in a daze.

Zenzi and the others have been away for two years, and they have never come back during this period, as if they have disappeared. If there is no accident, after many years, they will become legendary figures in the town.

Qi Ping thought endlessly, wondering where the five of them had reached in their cultivation.

In the wind and snow, it is easy for people to be distracted for a long time. In a trance, Qi Ping's body is also covered with snow, but he doesn't realize it.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sob in the wind, pulling Qi Ping Piaoyuan's thoughts back.

Then, he was surprised to see that in the wind and rain, a traveler walked alone on the official road, and he had already arrived outside the town.

"Is there someone coming out in this weather?" Qi Ping thought, suddenly curious, stepped on the ladder back to the ground, and walked to the withered willow tree not far away.

Finally, the traveler came up to him.

The other party seemed to be a scholar, wearing an indigo cotton robe and a brown mink hat, carrying a brown bookcase behind his back, and his body was covered with snow.

He is about 30 years old, and his appearance is not unusual. He has the elegant temperament of a scholar, and he walks from a distance, lightly, as if walking on clouds.

In particular, those eyes were extraordinarily bright, which instantly attracted Qi Ping's attention.

The middle-aged scholar was also looking at the boy curiously, and seemed a little strange:

"Children, why are you running wild outside in the snow? What about your adults?"

The words that seemed to be scolding, but for some reason, they were heard in my ears, as if they were laughing.

Qi Ping didn't answer, but just looked at this person carefully, and suddenly asked:

"The cat sits on the blanket because it's cold. What's cold?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned.

Behind him, a fat orange cat suddenly emerged from the heavy book box, with two paws scratching the edge of the box, staring at him with round eyes, looking at him strangely:

"Meow."

Qi Ping looked at this somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar orange cat, with a trace of astonishment on his face flushed from the cold.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said:

"The cat is cold. That's why I'm rushing into town. Do you know where I can sleep?"

……

The days are still ordinary, but a little new change has taken place in Qingwa Town.

First of all, a middle-aged scholar came from outside the town, brought an orange cat, and rented a small courtyard, saying that he wanted to concentrate on his studies and prepare for scientific examinations.

People think it's a bit strange, why come to this small town if you want to do scientific research, first you don't stay at home, and second, you don't go to the capital.

Secondly, the second change is that the fallen child prodigy somehow got mixed up with this scholar.

Maybe it's because of the cat.

But the strangest thing was that the scholar was actually seriously answering Qi Ping's questions that the townspeople thought were "nonsense".

There are two people, one big and one small, and sometimes they even argue for a whole day about a strange problem.

This made the townspeople feel that the scholar was also a lunatic.

"A ship that has been sailing at sea for many years, as long as a board is broken, it will be replaced with a new board, and then asked, one day, all the boards will be replaced, or is it the original ship, if not, it Since when did it not..."

In the teahouse of the small town, a townsman dropped his wine glass heavily and said with a sneer:

"The big guy said, what kind of strange question is this, they can talk for a day."

"Yeah, it's inexplicable."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

……

outside the teahouse.

Qi Ping took a jar of wine and a pack of bacon, glanced at the teahouse, walked away without hesitation, stepped on the remaining snow on the ground, and came to a small courtyard.

"I bought the wine and meat you asked for." He said.

In the courtyard, an orange cat pushed open the door, followed by a middle-aged man inside: "So fast."

Qi Ping pulled open the wooden fence familiarly, walked into the small courtyard, entered the burning warm room, spread out the meat, put it in the center of the table, took out three bowls, and filled them up.

"Meow." The orange cat jumped up, squatted on its own stool, and licked the rice wine.

The middle-aged scholar picked up the wine bowl, drank it down in one gulp, pulled another piece of meat and ate it, and said with a smile:

"What do you want to ask today? A ship? A cow? Or a cat in a box? It's really strange where your little brain came up with so many strange questions."

Qi Ping sat down on the opposite stool and raised his hand to grab the wine glass.

"Crack." A ruler lightly hit his wrist, his hand turned red, and Qi Ping said angrily:

"what?"

The middle-aged scholar held the wine bowl in one hand and the ruler that suddenly appeared like a magic trick in the other, and said leisurely:

"Children are not allowed to drink."

"..." Qi Ping looked at the orange cat: "Cats can drink it."

"How old are you? It's older than you."

"Meow." The orange cat looked at him disdainfully.

Okay... Qi Ping sighed, took a piece of bacon and ate it, and said calmly:

"How about a different question today?"

"Change it." The middle-aged scholar didn't care.

Qi Ping wiped the oil on his mouth with his sleeve, and said seriously:

"A few years ago, I had a dream in which I became a butterfly..."

This is the second time he told the story of "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly". The first time, he told the old gentleman in the private school, and the second time, he told the scholar in front of him.

At first, the middle-aged scholar didn't pay much attention, and listened with a smile. Gradually, his smile disappeared, and the orange cat raised its head.

"Sir, tell me, who dreamed who?" Qi Ping said.

In the room, it was quiet, only the firewood in the stove pit was burning, making a "crackling" sound.

Two people and one cat sat at the table, and the atmosphere was a little silent.

After a while, the middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "I don't know."

Qi Ping shook his head and said seriously: "You know...the dean."

He finally pierced through the layer of window paper.

Just as he guessed, if there is really a "person" in this world who can pass the Turing test, or even conduct thought experiments with him, it can only be the legendary "generation" that has been dead for nearly 200 years.

The founder of the academy, known as Qi Ping, was the second person to walk out of the Taoist realm.

What's more, he has a cat with him.

The middle-aged scholar met the boy's eyes, and the two stared at each other for a long time. At this moment, this once one of the most powerful human beings in the world finally became certain of something:

"You remember."

"Yes." Qi Ping did not hide or evade, and spoke seriously, every word seemed to hit the world:

"I remember where we came from and what we were going to do. I know this is a world in a mirror, and everything is an illusion. I know if I can find anyone here to help me, only you, the dean. By the way, I In fact, it was an academy student who even touched your cat."

Mao Zhenshou glanced at him, a little furious.

"It's really difficult." After a long time, the first-generation dean took a sip of wine in distress and said:

"Why do you want to tell the truth? Since it's a competition, it's better to be fair. When I was teaching, I was very annoying to students like you, and I would definitely cause problems for my husband."

Qi Ping smiled, and then showed an innocent look:

"But if it's fair, I can't practice here, isn't it the biggest injustice?"

He made the right bet, the first-generation dean did pay attention to the Dao war, and it was no surprise, as the only "person" in this world, how could he know nothing?

Think about it at this time, maybe the other party has been paying attention since they entered here.

It just never showed up.

Later, perhaps because he noticed Qi Ping's actions, or sensed something, he came in the wind and snow.

In a posture that is completely inconsistent with a strong man in the sacred field.

"Although you are quibbling, there is indeed some truth," said the first-generation headmaster a little helplessly, and those bright and eye-catching eyes looked at the boy curiously in a real sense:

"I'm curious why you can keep your memory."

Qi Ping shook his head: "Does the dean not know?"

Trying it out... Qi Ping wanted to see if the brand of this generation, in this world, could be as special as the head of the Taoist sect.

The first-generation dean stared at him for a few seconds, shook his head, took a sip of wine, and said:

"I'm not the real me, it's just a memory imprinted by this magic weapon. Don't think about probing, too much thinking, it's easy to get old."

Qi Ping was extremely embarrassed.

A generation of dean suddenly smiled and said:

"Actually, I also have some guesses. It's like the monks in the Hidden God Realm can keep their memories. You can do it. I think it's because you have something related to the rules of heaven."

As he said that, his expression suddenly became strange, and he said sullenly:

"Wouldn't it be the tricks of that old man in the first seat... Heh, it doesn't really matter. In comparison, I'm more curious about the method you used to find me, which is very interesting.

How do you, determine if a person, is real? "

Qi Ping was silent for a while, and spoke calmly, every word seemed to hit the head of a generation of deans:

"Cogito ergo sum."