Human Brain Ranch

At this moment, the old man suddenly had thousands of words choked in his throat, and endless complexity and surprise filled the depths of his heart.

A tear mole in the corner of the man's eye was like a flame, which completely awakened his memory!

Obviously this figure is already the longest memory in the depths of memory, and the face is almost blurred.

He completely recalled that period of time, the teacher's tall back, and the man who seemed to be immortal, and even the scene of following the teacher down the mountain.

"Teacher, we should go down the mountain."

"Teacher, tell me, is there really such a thing as a fairy god in this world?"

"have."

"In this world, there are always mysteries that science cannot touch."

"Second brother told me that in ancient times, there were immortal gods who disappeared for unknown reasons."

Memories surged, like all kinds of past lives, came to mind.

He suddenly remembered the sentence in "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou" and murmured, "There are gods and men living in the mountain of Miaogushe. The skin is like ice and snow, and the body is like a virgin. It does not eat five grains, breathes wind and drinks dew, Riding on the clouds, flying dragons, and traveling beyond the four seas."

"grandfather!"

Zheng Weiwei couldn't help but yelled, calling to stop this old man who looked like a madman.

This old man didn't seem to hear what his granddaughter said. At this moment, he didn't seem to be a well-known professor who is famous all over the country, but his expression was surprisingly neither happy nor sad. Dare I ask you, sir, how have you been all these years? Where has the teacher been all these years?"

The man in front of the tomb turned around, as if he had just noticed their arrival at this moment, his beautiful eyes showed a trace of doubt, and he whispered softly,

"How?? These things should not be remembered by anyone."

Shouldn't you remember?

But as soon as the words in front of him fell, they heard a loud bang in the ears of several old people, but it already had a different meaning.

really!

Sure enough, our memory is fuzzy because the hands and feet have been passive!

But how unbelievable is it in this world to tamper with memory?

Even the most advanced professors in the field of brain science cannot do this, which has already involved the fundamental mysterious consciousness of human beings, the field of soul science.

Perhaps as the teacher said back then, there used to be mysterious longevity in the ancient civilizations of this world, and it has only declined in modern times.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the people in front of him and couldn't help frowning.

He felt it carefully.

Most people have one ten-thousandth of their memory fragments leaked, and at most they treat it as a dream.

However, perhaps because of some kind of experiment by Zhang Zhi, the memory of their "campus local area network" leaked a lot.

Zhu Zhengwei sensed it, and at the same time tried to confirm how much the other party remembered, and couldn't help but said: "I still remember you back then, very young, and I asked you a few questions when you followed your teacher up the mountain. Unexpectedly, you have grown so old in the blink of an eye .”

"Yes, we still remember those questions." Zheng Linshou began to answer them one by one.

It really is a rough idea.

Waking up is vague, scattered, and fragmented, just like a person is dreaming.

But even that is an ominous sign.

Leaking a little bit is inevitable, and many people will regard it as a dream, but it is easy to find clues over time.

"Senior, dare to ask our teacher, how has he been in recent years?" The old man in front of him asked: "Teacher, how far has he come to realize the Dharma in the mountains?"

Zhu Zhengwei was silent for a while.

He looked at the unwilling longing wink of the aging old man, just like Zhang Zhi who went up the mountain back then, and finally sighed, "Look at me, I look the same as your teacher back then."

"Yes." Zheng Linshou did not hide it, and said very frankly, "I finally understand the teacher's mood. It is the greatest fear that human beings cannot resist, and I am the same."

Zhu Zheng shook his head slightly, squatted down and continued to arrange the melons and fruits.

After calculating the time carefully, in that world, I am indeed their elder, and I have lived for more than a hundred years, so I am much older than them.

Although, after waking up, the sense of time passing was smoothed out, like a dream.

But how are they not?

"You are already elders, but I am a young man. You don't need to be restrained, just sit down and talk." Zhu Zhengwei said while placing melons and fruits.

Zheng Linshou and several other elderly people stood quietly beside them, as if students were waiting for their teacher.

Zheng Weiwei stood beside her silently, her pupils widened, and she looked curiously at the people on both sides.

"The master is him. Sure enough, you are as stubborn as him." Zhu Zhengwei shook his head.

Zheng Weiwei watched their conversation, and finally woke up: her grandfather actually called a young man Senior! Could it be that the young man in front of him is over a hundred years old?

This is too bizarre.

She thought of those weird descriptions again, and those two very sensitive words: breath, longevity.

She felt that an incredible mysterious world that had been lost for thousands of years seemed to be unfolding before her eyes.

"Your teacher."

Looking at the sincere looking eyes, Zhu Zhengwei couldn't help answering patiently: "He has been to many places over the years. He went to the sea as a sailor, built city walls, and participated in several battles as a soldier. He has been traveling all over the world. On the ground, but he still lived alone all these years. Sometimes, living too long is also a curse."

Zhu Zhengwei paused, communicating very frankly and equally, without any arrogance, "I haven't seen him for a long time. To be honest, I suddenly feel a little afraid to meet him. What he longs for is an idol, but I am a real person. Not really an idol."

"It turns out that the teacher has really succeeded in these years." Zheng Linshou sighed, but he said in his heart, you are too modest, you are not just a living ordinary person, ordinary people have long been rotten.

Zhu Zheng nodded slightly, "I'm leaving."

Zheng Linshou opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, something was stuck in his throat and he didn't say it.

He hesitated a few times, looked at the back that was gradually going away, and suddenly couldn't help but said: "Sir! Can you let us see the real method of breathing."

Zhu Zhengwei turned his head slightly, he was clearly wearing a peaked cap and a mask, but there was a tear mole in the corner of his eye which was very bright.

"Okay, then let you see the real law."

Zhu Zhengwei left after finishing speaking.

The moment they saw the corner of their eyes, they were already hypnotized and pulled into a dream.

"I hope they get the dreams they long for, that's all I can do at the moment."

As for what dreams they would have in their own dreams, Zhu Zhengwei didn't click on their bubbles to see, and left directly.

But also vaguely guessed.

They will continue the story of meeting themselves in their dreams based on their impressions of themselves.

Those young ladies, because of the rumours, had the impression that they were very bold and domineering people on the road, so combined with their own preferences, they had a "dream of fighting against Hong Kong film forces" with themselves.

Because the robber was very powerful in fighting against himself, he combined his own preferences and made the "Jin Yong martial arts dream" of fighting against himself with strong martial arts.

What about them?

It is already obvious what will happen to me in the dream.

Hours passed.

They opened their eyes in disbelief.

"Is this the fairy art?"

While they were whispering, they stood up and recalled the unbelievable power just now.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as I imagined, extremely brilliant, swallowing wind and breath!

They stood up and went back the same way excitedly.

Suddenly, he saw an old man left behind in Zhujing Village enjoying the shade under a tree. He couldn't help thinking about it, and stepped forward to ask, "May I ask the Zhang family on the corner over there, where have the three brothers been all these years?"

"Where are the three brothers?"

"It's the family with hemophilia, that is, the strange disease of bleeding."

"I know which family you are talking about! Who did you hear that there are three brothers? Their family is miserable, but there is only one child in their family. The child has a strange disease and is paralyzed." The old man shook his head. How the family died, the old man is unwilling to talk about it.

"There is only one child, and their memory is also"

"really!"

"They only remember the eldest brother, and no one knows about the other two brothers. They will definitely erase the memory of the people involved, and even move the whole time for a long time. If they are removed from the world, they may have already set foot on immortality."

Several old people exclaimed in surprise and left quietly.

As for Zheng Weiwei who was standing beside her, her expression was still in a trance.

She recalled the sky above the mountain city just now, swallowing the wind and breathing, traveling the world, overlooking the magnificence of all the tiny buildings, the mountains turned into mounds, the people turned into ants, and the traces of the howling wind on her face.

"Brother Xiaoyao, Yu Jian should be faster, huh? Why are red dandelions raining down all over the sky!?"

She remembered that scene, without telling the old people, the tall and handsome man secretly took off the mask for herself, and the handsome face was exactly as she expected in her heart, and she couldn't help but blush.

This one, dreaming of a fairy tale movie, is also in line with the atmosphere of the times.

Zhu Zhengwei got on the bus and set foot on the way back to the city.

He looks out the window.

The scenery on both sides of the bus flies all the way.

The noisy streets and the noise of pedestrians are left behind.

He recalled the scientific research achievements of those respected old professors who once led the team to make great contributions when the country was struggling.

But they also showed real weakness and powerlessness before they died.

That is the powerlessness of human civilization against time, and the natural sigh of the universe for the weakness of human species is unavoidable to anyone.

Looking at the night, he suddenly began to feel a sense of fear and awe towards the world, and he couldn't help asking himself: "Even the little giants of these times can't escape the dust of history and the fear of death. Can you gain the true power of longevity?"