Dreamland Guide

Mrs. Larry is like a poet standing on the big stage of the Covent Opera House, her voice is melodious and high-pitched, especially nice. Her singing seemed to have infected the savages not far away, making them excited too.

"God is here, son of Will, take this oath..."

When the barbaric language of the savage and the language of Mrs. Larry were mixed together, and then introduced into Aoki’s ears, although they were still different languages, the meanings of the expressions were highly overlapped, and the barbaric language sounded more mellow and harmless. And in line with the rhythm of poetry.

"I will raise my spear, and even those who stand in the way of returning will throw the mountains to pieces! I will stretch my bowstrings, and anyone who destroys my holy land will be shot down in a few days!..."

The sound here got louder and louder, and the sound wave passed through the empty valley to the woodland on the opposite side. The savage over there was also affected, and the rhythm and tone changed noticeably.

First of all, the same loud voice came from the direction Situ, in accordance with the rhythm here, like the echo of the past sound here, but the languages ​​on the two sides are slightly different, just like a Cantonese and a Bashu people use dialects. Recite the same poem.

Then, the savage on the other side also participated.

"...I use my hands to turn into fighting; I use my blood to turn into Liquan. I will be with the Holy Land, for generations to come, until the day God returns..."

The people of the three tribes spoke different languages, but kept the same rhythm and sang the same poems. Their waves were higher than the waves, and the three kinds of waves collided in the valley in the middle, and merged and resonated, turning into a stronger sound and rolling away in all directions.

Even Petru, who has been disdainful, unconsciously sang along at this moment:

"God is here, son of Will, take this oath..."

Aoki felt a spiritual energy, surging in the air as people chanted. The starry sky has also become blurred, and the dark sacred stick that has been quiet in his hand buzzes and vibrates.

"This is the energy of unifying will!"

Situ didn't know when he came over, sat down by the campfire, picked up the fish that was about to be scorched, peeled off the charred outside, took out a small piece of salt, rubbed it twice on the fish, and then tore off one. Put it in his mouth and tasted it, nodded in satisfaction, and passed the salt to Aoki.

Aoki did what he was like, and rubbed some salt on the fish, and it tasted better than before.

"You're not over there, won't there be any problems?" Aoki asked.

"Don't doubt their beliefs, don't look at them barbaric, but they are more pious than any religious believer on earth." Situ laughed.

"What did you just say, unity of will?"

"Pious people have simpler thoughts. When they chant vows, they don't have other distracting thoughts in their hearts. This is the power of faith, and it can also be said that it is the source of power of religion."

"You mean, religious beliefs gain power through the believer's...spirit...?"

Situ took the bones out of the fish, put the fish into his mouth, and chewed carefully. His movements are elegant, and even things like eating wild fish can make people feel that he is personable.

"You can imagine what happens when people all over the world have the same thought in their hearts at the same moment, and there are no other distracting thoughts?"

"It depends on the idea."

"For example, the earth is round."

"The earth is originally round."

"Well, then the earth is square."

Aoki saw the slightly sly smile at the corner of Situ's mouth, and didn't understand what it meant. He was originally a lazy person and was extremely reluctant to follow other people's ideas, but he still thought about it.

"The earth will become square!" He was taken aback by the thought that he had come up with, but then realized that it was a highly probable thing. "Everyone has the same idea at the same time, without any other distracting thoughts Outside interference, then people will fall into an illusion similar to a dream, or just a dream, where they will create a square earth."

Situ nodded and said: "Not only that, in order to make Fang's earth reasonable, they will create a cosmic environment and physical laws that adapt to Fang's earth, and then use experiments and calculations to prove that the earth is square."

Of course Aoki knew that this was a very absurd thing, but after thinking about it, he found that it was logically valid, and he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"What are you suggesting? You want to say that our world is just an illusion created by people? Or are we all living in a dream?"

Situ shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, I just want to say that if everyone thinks the earth is square, the earth can be square, just like the people of these tribes in front of them, you can ask them, the world is square. It's still round."

Aoki didn't bother the savage's pious singing, but he could guess without asking: "Like the ancients, they would think that the world is flat, or just call Fang's."

Situ said: "But in fact, we don't know whether the world is square or round. Maybe it is correct to say that it is flat, because a Klein son is flat. No matter how the earth fluctuates, it is right. As far as ants are concerned, they are all flat. No matter how complex the high-dimensional world is, for three-dimensional creatures, it is also relatively flat."

"You mean time?" Aoki seemed to understand something. "For us, time is flat, and from a high-dimensional perspective, time is also undulating."

Situ laughed and said, "Are you influenced by Professor Mei?"

Aoki froze for a moment, not understanding why Situ said that, but he had to admit that these physics concepts were indeed influenced more by the professor.

He didn't want to talk anymore, mainly because he didn't like guessing, talking like a mummy, very tired. If you say this for a while, he will be sleepy and he doesn’t smoke. It’s fine if he can smoke in his dream, but he can’t even dream, so he can’t run into Mrs. Larry’s dream and say I borrowed it from you. The site smokes and smokes.

Aoki asked bluntly: "How will this battle be fought tomorrow? The guy on the opposite side looks very strong."

"I'm here to discuss this matter with you." Situ said, passing the scepter over, "Look at my scepter, how much can you use?"

Aoki didn't expect Situ to be so refreshing. Mrs. Larry had borrowed his scepter before, and he gave it to him without saying a word. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com However, because Mrs. Larry is not an awakened one, it is fair enough, but Aoki is now one of the three leaders who also has a scepter, and he knows the meaning of the scepter best.

Naturally, Aoki wouldn't take advantage of him, so while taking over the scepter, he also passed his ebony staff.

He held Situ's silver scepter, which felt completely different from his ebony scepter. The ebony stick feels softer, like wood, while the tentacle is cold, like stone or metal. Although the surface of the silver rod is also covered with grout, there are many stone textures and dark spots inside, which are a bit like some kind of ore with higher metal content.

Aoki tried it, and found that this scepter was not as easy to use as his ebony stick, and the mental power that could be used was much smaller, but the original consciousness that had penetrated the savage's mind like the tentacles disappeared. He guessed if it could only be used by the people of his tribe, he tried to use the scepter to sense the consciousness of the people of the tribe over there, but he didn't know whether it was too far away or the method he used, and he had not succeeded.

He returned the scepter to Situ: "Forget it, this thing is not working well for you, you should be the general tomorrow."

Situ also returned the ebony stick to Aoki. He didn't say how much he could use. He just smiled and said, "Then we will be the second general. We will join the two tribes tomorrow morning. Better than us, we need to deal with it carefully."

He stood up as he said, "You take a break early, don't worry about these wild people, they don't have distractions when they sing poetry, which is equivalent to most of the body and brain in a resting state."

Situ left, Qing Mu listened to him and fell asleep by the fire, holding a scepter in his hand.

He thought that the next day would be a big battle, but when the stars fell, the red sun appeared, and when he and Situ met, the savages on the opposite side retreated.

The remnants of the chanting all night are still lingering in the valley and forest.