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"The so-called adventure is to go to places that have never been visited before!" The short-haired girl wearing a miner's hat and a privately modified steam gun blade on her arm talked to the timid companions behind her.

"Sister...Sister, let's go back! The old people say that there are old people living in the back mountains. They have no blood and no tears, they have copper skin and iron bones, and they can eat people. If they encounter them, they will be dead!"

"What are you afraid of? I've already been here before! There's absolutely no problem! Don't worry! Eh? Why don't you say anything? Am I that scary?" The short-haired girl looked at her frightened travelers in confusion.

"Sister...Sister, behind you...behind you!" The person who spoke said, while running away in a rolling and crawling manner. The short-haired girl also felt that she was enveloped by a huge shadow, and the wind whistled in her ears. At the critical moment,

She rolled violently to the side, holding the gun blade in front of her, causing a burst of sparks to rub against the metal arm, and she barely managed to avoid being hit by the metal arm.

"Damn! What a big one!"

The huge old man blocked the sun, and the bullets from the steam gun were probably not even enough to scratch his itch.

"I didn't mean to disturb you! Farewell!" The short-haired girl turned around and ran, flexibly climbing up the rock. The arms of the old people behind her hit the ground, and the solid masonry was smashed like tofu. The girl on the rock turned around and made a face, and ran quickly

It takes two steps to slip away.

But at this time, there was a rumbling vibration in the ground. The cracks spread from the place where the old people's arms fell, and quickly spread throughout the entire stone forest. The earth and rocks poured down like falling into an hourglass, and the girl and the old people fell into the bottomless fall.

An abyss of unknown world.

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"It hurts, it hurts! I fell to death! The quality of the old people's construction is too bad! What a crappy project!" The girl crawled out of the rubble, miraculously not hurt at all. People who love to commit suicide will not have any luck.

Bad, because those with bad luck are already dead.

Suddenly, a beam of light hit her face, almost making her unable to open her eyes. When she looked carefully, she was horrified to find that it was one of the old people's eyes.

"Ah! Don't come over here! I'm just kidding. The quality of your buildings is super good. In our culture, tofu is used to describe solidity and durability..." The girl said while quietly groping behind her back with her hands. When she touched something, she suddenly

She swung it up and hit Jiu Min's face. It was her gun blade. Sparks flew everywhere and her shining eyes were immediately extinguished.

"Only a fool would believe my nonsense! Goodbye!"

The tip of the gun blade was ejected by the steam, and inserted into the hole on the top of the head, pulling the girl up like Spider-Man's wire.

Boom!

The girl hit an invisible barrier in mid-air and fell down holding her head: "It hurts! What the hell!"

The girl who fell down looked at the old people who were surrounding her from all directions, and smiled awkwardly but politely: "Well! Hello everyone! We meet again! Goodbye everyone!"

With that said, he ran towards the gap among the old people.

"ah!"

A clear exclamation sounded, and the short-haired girl seemed to have hit something, fell to the ground, and pressed on something soft.

Looking down, she saw a girl with long pale golden hair pressing under her. Her long hair was scattered on the ground, like a halo of the sun. A white robe that was completely different from this era was spread smoothly on the ground, revealing a

White lotus root arms.

But the short-haired girl had no time to appreciate the scenery below her. Behind her were the terrifying old people. But when she turned around, she saw the old people standing in place one by one, motionless, as if they had turned into sculptures. All this was abnormal,

They all seem to come from the girl with long pale golden hair.

"Who are you?"

"Noah, Noah's name is Noah!" The blonde girl's face was slightly red, but her tone was very calm.

"The way you talk is so strange. Did you ask them to stop?"

"It was Noah who asked them to stop. Noah didn't think Noah's words were strange. Noah was curious about your origins. You are the same as Noah, but different from your uncles." The blond girl's eyes were bright, revealing

He looked curious, but his tone remained unwavering.

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Everything can be traced back to its origin, and art is no exception. Art has existed since the primitive barbaric times, but no one defined art at that time.

Art was born when human beings living in groups raised the first torch to collect the mountain fire caused by thunder. It was the mark of flame and passed down from generation to generation, but it was different.

Analyzing it, it is simple and honest. The birth of art requires soil, and the soil is divided into two parts. The first is imagination, and the second is time to use imagination.

Flame, a mythological existence that is full of global civilization, has brought the soil for the germination of this art.

The use of flames allows people to digest food more easily, and the digestive system gradually degrades, making room for the energy-consuming brain. Nutrition and energy nourish the greatest miracle born in nature.

The functions of the cerebral cortex began to deepen and gradually evolved from the initial three layers to five layers. From then on, human imagination was born.

And along with imagination comes an even more incredible ability, that is bragging.

As the name suggests, bragging is an exaggeration and extension of imagination. It may seem useless, but it is closely related to human evolution. Bragging can often make a group of people believe in a mythical story and then work together to achieve it.

Such efforts are often fruitless, and are more likely to cause the hungry and cold primitive people to die from lack of food, but at the same time, this also allows humans to break through the population limit of group gatherings.

Human beings no longer exist in the form of tribes with less than a hundred people, but in larger settlements. Human beings gathered together and began to travel and plant.

Different settlements will have different choices, and human beings have also set foot on all parts of the world. It is difficult to imagine that human beings set out from Africa, crossed the current Suez Canal, crossed the Bering Strait, crossed the Panama Canal, and spread to the entire world.

However, archaeologists have discovered the same fossils as those of ancient North American humans on the island of Madagascar. No one knows how the primitive people crossed the terrifying distance between the Pacific and Indian Oceans and arrived on the island of Madagascar. But this also shows that

Times, the power contained in seemingly ordinary bragging.

All of this was left in the form of art during the leisure time of planting or migrating. This is why the art at that time was often not realistic and full of exaggerated colors, but it was never divorced from life.

A large number of female sculptures have been unearthed from primitive human remains in Europe. These sculptures are bloated and ugly, with breasts and buttocks that are completely incompatible with human beings. For today's humans, they are not beautiful at all.

But this is the most perfect work of art in the eyes of primitive people, and it will even be passed down from generation to generation. It not only reflects the reproductive worship of humans due to breastfeeding at that time, the excessively enlarged buttocks, and also reflects the huge importance of primitive humans to difficult childbirth.

fear.

Art can never be divorced from reality. Even if fertility worship seems ridiculous and unreasonable now, at that time, this was art.

As the times continued to roll forward, people gradually stopped migrating and began to settle down, either practicing slash-and-burn farming, planting farming, or living near rivers and making a living by fishing and hunting, or they were nomadic tribes living in pursuit of water and grass.

Art has also changed with the changes in lifestyle. The three animals worshiped by the farming people and the Kunlun Heaven worshiped by the nomads have also begun to gradually differentiate. Different lifestyles and different regions have begun to give birth to completely different art.

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Just like outside the Central Plains, no one knows what a tripod is, what is the beauty of uniforms, and what is the greatness of etiquette. Art from all over the world has begun to differentiate and take different paths. But as the saying goes, if a long-lasting unity must separate, and if a long-term division must unite,

The same goes for art.

With the exchanges between different civilizations in the world, art and culture are gradually converging and starting to converge in the same direction.

Once upon a time, the pavilions and pavilions of the East were incompatible with the columnar architecture of the West, but with the unification of Rome and the unification of the Han Dynasty, there was finally communication between the empires. It may not be possible to change customs, but they allowed each other to accept each other's art.

Just like silk, a road called the Silk Road stretched across the entire Eurasian continent. Silk made the Roman aristocrats fall in love with it, and they were also full of yearning for the mysterious and rich empire in the East.

The Mediterranean climate determines that in that area, there is no more comfortable clothing than silk. The Romans once even believed that one could not be worthy of becoming a noble if one did not wear silk.

For this reason, they even fought with Parthia, who had collected twenty times the toll in the middle. The war lasted for hundreds of years, and the powerful Rome finally dragged Parthia to death. But Parthia could last so long largely because the Romans during the war

, still continued to import silk, and provided blood transfusions to the dying Anxi.

War can be fought, but silk cannot be worn. This situation finally came to an end until a pair of silk moths were stolen by Western spies. Although this was tantamount to a huge loss for the mysterious country in the East, it also had side effects.

It proves that art is integrating on a global scale in its own way.

As time continued to pass, the Age of Discovery began, and North and South America, which had been isolated from the World Island, were finally drawn into this melting pot of large-scale cultural and artistic convergence.

The spread of culture and art has nothing to do with means, and does not distinguish between good and evil. It is something that exists objectively. When different civilizations come into contact, their respective cultures and arts will infect each other.

Even if this contact is bloody, cruel, and inhumane, no one can fundamentally erase the traces of a civilization. When you invade them, they assimilate you.

The lost Mayan civilization, their splendid art culture, and even the unexplainable future technology were not obliterated. Instead, their bones were turned into nutrients and forever integrated with the invaders who set foot on the New World.

Therefore, there, God can be a human being of any color, and the table of the Last Supper was also replaced with potatoes, turkeys, and guinea pigs.

In modern history, the same miserable ancient Eastern countries also passively accepted foreign art. Fortunately, we were strong enough to resist the invasion, and thus merged some existences that now seem nondescript, and have been reduced to ruins.

The Old Summer Palace is undoubtedly the first among them.

Art is like this. It exists objectively. It does not distinguish between good and evil, and has no purpose. It is just a way for human beings to vent their strong and irresistible energy after satisfying their basic physiological needs. It is a product of the combination of imagination and creativity.

Maybe it's to make people's lives better, but it can also express grief.

Art is not great, because it comes from everyone and is created by everyone's hands. It is separated from the art recognized by the public. It is just self-admiration, flaunting the ability to appreciate, and it is just the lingering afterglow of the old era, which will eventually become the era.

tears.

The above is some useless summary. Next is a part of the operation certificate about the next copy and about the confrontation and fusion between public morality and inner demons. In the world of the master space, inner demons and merits do not exist, but

The existence state and the replica are similar things. The original body is the original body, while the replica is shaped by different experiences.

There are similarities between the two sides, but they also have different possibilities, which can be regarded as different possibilities for the future. This method of shaping different replicas through different life experiences is the method of creating opposition between each other in the main god space, which is also a training method.

One of the best ways to do a subject, because the best way to hone a person is to let him defeat himself. As long as he can, this means that he has indeed improved, and the strength gap between himself and himself is often not the same.

I won’t say it directly. It doesn’t matter whether the preparation is about the original body or the copy. The storage space also used similar methods on the protagonist, but it did not have an antagonistic effect. Instead, the original body and the copy helped each other.

The copy provided was to survive in the desperate situation of junior high school and to wait until the main body support came to survive. This can be regarded as a rare failure of the main god space calculation. However, this situation has happened again in this world, but this time it is not the main city space.

It was planned but the result of the accidental registration was that when they were condensing the incarnation of merit, they chose to digest their comrades who had died in battle. This was because they did not know that the comrades who once suppressed Mao had actually been risking their lives to stay with them.

She was hiding among the people around them because she was drunk. Her own voice was also able to be hidden in front of her and had not been discovered until now. There are some special rules in this world that Xin Bo can be asked to go to Hong Kong to draw.

They are already in the world, their fallen comrades have digested and embodied their own inner demons, especially since they are now at the beginning of the century and are heading towards the middle of the driver era. The inner demons themselves are extremely powerful and have been embodied.

After that, Guochi was given powerful talents. As a result, Guochi showed his unique talents, independence and the power to delete empty words, and launched a series of confrontations in the camp.