Hunting College

"Why don't you stop me?!"

"Such a big trouble, are you embarrassed to let me touch?"

"It's not enough to take care of the children, the bookstore, and the school. It's not enough, but also give you a scapegoat? What about your conscience? Isn't it boring than the ancient wizards?"

The yellow flower raccoon’s indignant voice buzzed this small bookstore and awakened the two newborn rat people under the blanket. They had not yet realized what had happened, and only noticed outside the thin blanket. A brutal breath was erupting unscrupulously, so hiding under the blanket shivered and dared not move.

Flower cat looked at the trembling blanket under her nose, becoming more and more annoyed. Suddenly there was an urge to wave her paw and carve blood stains on Lao Wu's face.

It turned its head and looked at the bookstore owner viciously, with a fierce light flashing through its narrow pupils.

On the recliner, Mr. Wu still covered his face with a book, as if taking a nap, but his right hand raised his index finger abruptly, and shook the cat shook: "The gentleman can't move his claws... if you want to scratch, there will be no fish to eat. ."

"I am a cat! It's not a hazelnut fungus!"

The yellow lily replied violently, his tail raised high, like a flagpole, and like a spear about to charge. It opened its eyes wide, stared at the bookstore owner, and asked again: "Why didn't you stop me just now!" "

Whenever the other party's answer is not what it wants, and if there is no fish to eat, it will also rush over and scratch the face of the bookstore owner with blood.

"Blocking is worse than sparse, blocking is not the best way to solve the problem."

The husband explained in his usual way: "I think this will give you a better understanding of time and fate... This is very helpful for you to advance to the legend."

When he heard the words "Advanced Legend", the tabby cat, who had already leaned down and was about to pounce on it, was stunned. Its high erected tail hangs down like a duster, sweeping on the thin blanket on its side, the blanket that was originally trembling can be seen calming down with naked eyes, and the faint snoring of two mouse people can be heard from under the blanket.

"The long river of time and fate?"

Huamao repeated these words from the owner of the bookstore, and the chubby cat wrinkled his face: "How do you say? If I save them or don't save them, can I still affect that stuff?"

It still clearly remembers that not long ago, on the battlefield of the black prison, when the Sea-Monster King advanced, the huge, gurgling river that stretched from the distant'nothing' to the entire black prison; that submerged all life, Flowing a long river of dreamlike magic.

Of course, and most importantly, the bright stars above the long river of transcendence are the eyes of the ancients looking at the world.

"What do you think the river of time and destiny looks like?" Mr. asked rhetorically.

Flower cat hesitated for a moment.

"A river... a very long and wide river?" It replied a little unconfidently.

"What is the shape of time?" Mr. continued to ask.

"Time?" Banmao was already a little impatient, flicking his tail, hesitated, and then muttered, "Isn't time a dimension line? The book says...Since it is a dimension line, it should be a linear form. "

As he said, it popped out a claw, slashed on the nearby bookcase, and pulled out a slender notch: "Hey, it's like this line."

Although he couldn't see the book concealing Mr.'s face, at this moment, the yellow lily could clearly feel that Mr. was shaking his head.

"It's better to have a letter without a book... This kind of understanding is too one-sided, and it can't support you to set foot in the legend."

Mr. Wu’s buzzing sound came from the book, as if hundreds of bubbles collided with each other: “You must know that this world is not static. Every life, every tree, and even every stone in the world, every time they Choices and changes will have different consequences."

"For example, when a stone rolls to the left, it will block an ant hole. In order to get out, the ants have to dig a new hole in the other direction, and that new hole happens to be located in the weakest part of the embankment, so the embankment collapses. Thousands of people died."

"Imagine if the stone rolls to the right, or the worker ants digging a hole choose another direction, will the world be different?"

"Time starts at a point, like a spring in the depths of Tanggula. It flows gurglingly, small, and faintly. Every judgment and every choice of mankind will instantly create a new tributary of this stream. "

"One point divides two tributaries, one tributary divides into two, three, and four new tributaries, and then the new tributaries continue to divide into new tributaries...what does it look like?"

"Like a net."

The yellow raccoon squinted and nodded thoughtfully. A huge three-dimensional network appeared in its mind, which seemed to have no boundaries, and each node had a subtle connection with other nodes. The distant past unfolds like a huge blooming trumpet flower, the distant past is very small and tiny, and the present and the future are dense and big.

"Excellent."

The bookstore owner put his index finger away, replaced it with a thumb, praised the cat, and continued: "As time goes by, there are more and more tributaries, and the net is woven more and more densely...the distance is small and the distance is large, so there is A shape similar to a long river."

"After all, it's still a river." The tabby cat curled his lips.

"Wrong. The river is only the appearance. If you want to jump out of the long river, you must see its most essential appearance through the appearance... What is its essence?"

"A forked tributary?"

"Exactly correct. So, time is an angle, starting from a point, and different choices as sides, forming an open and stable form...Each of the selected'sides' extends to a certain extent, UU reading www.uukanshu.com. It will become the starting point of a new time, and then repeat the previous story, and separate two sides again. Just like this, one is interspersed with one, like a rope... It can also be called a "clue"."

"The clue is the context of the development of time."

"In a sense, the Tindalus Hound lives in a more real world than most wizards, and Mhisha's experiments are more radical than most of the school's professors."

The Tindalus Hound is a creature that lives in a horn-like discontinuous time, and Mhisha is their ruler. The yellow cauliflower remembers that Zheng Qing has a dog with the blood of the Tindalus Hound. It has always felt that That kind of creature is very strange, but I didn't expect them to get such a high evaluation in the husband's mouth.

But these are not the focus of its attention.

"What does this have to do with the two rat people?"

The yellow flower raccoon finally recovered from the endless ocean of knowledge, and grabbed the question that puzzled him at first: "What does it have to do with you not stopping me? And, if time is a corner, then the time dimension mentioned in the theory of dimensionality? What does it mean? Is there two forms at one time?"