Hunting High School

"Why didn't you stop me?!"

"It's such a big trouble, do you have the nerve to let me do it?"

"It's not enough to look after your children, look after your bookstore, and look after your school, but you have to be blamed? What about your conscience? Is there no heart above ancient wizards?"

The indignant voice of the yellow raccoon buzzed the small bookstore, and woke up the two newborn ratmen under the blanket. A ferocious aura was erupting unscrupulously, so he hid under the blanket and shivered, not daring to move.

Huamao looked at the trembling blanket under his eyes, and became more and more annoyed. Suddenly, he had the urge to waving his paws to carve a few bloodstains on Old Wu's face.

It turned its head and looked at the owner of the bookstore viciously, a fierce light flashed in its long and narrow pupils.

On the reclining chair, Mr. Wu still covered his face with the book, as if he was taking a nap, but his right hand abruptly raised his index finger, and shook the cat: "A gentleman can't move his mouth but his paws... If you scratch it, there will be no dried fish to eat." gone."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

"My special meow is a cat! It's not some hazelnut fungus!"

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

Whenever the other party's answer is not satisfactory, even if there is no small dried fish to eat, it will rush over and scratch the bookstore owner's face full of blood.

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

Mr. explained in his usual way: "I thought this would give you a better understanding of time and fate... This will be very helpful for you to advance to legend."

Hearing the words 'advanced legend', the flower cat who had already lowered his body, and was about to pounce on it, was stunned for a moment. Its high tail hung down, like a duster, and swept the thin blanket beside it. The blanket that had been trembling was visibly calmed down by the naked eye, and the two mousemen grunted slightly under the blanket.

"The river of time and fate?"

Huamao repeated the words said by the owner of the bookstore, and the chubby cat's face wrinkled into a ball: "What do you say? If I save them or not, will it still affect that thing?"

It still clearly remembers, not long ago, on the Black Prison battlefield, when the Siren King advanced, the huge, gurgling long river that extended from the distant "Nothing" to the entire Black Prison; that drowned all life, A long river of fantastic magic flows.

Of course, there is the most important thing, the bright stars above the long river, which are the eyes of the ancients looking at the world.

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

Huamao hesitated for a moment.

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

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

"Time?" Huamao was a little impatient, flicked its tail, hesitated, and then muttered, "Isn't time a dimensional line? It's said in the book... since it is a dimensional line, it should be linear, right?" .”

As it said that, it popped out a claw, scratched the bookcase next to it, and pulled out a slender nick: "Hey, it's like this line."

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

"It is better to have no books than to believe in books... This kind of understanding is too one-sided, and it cannot support you to step into the legend."

Mr. Wu's buzzing voice came from under the book, like hundreds of bubbles colliding with each other: "You know, 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, if 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 in the most vulnerable part of the embankment, so the embankment collapses. Thousands of people died."

"Imagine, if the stone rolled to the right, or the worker ants who dug the burrow chose another direction, would the world be different?"

"Time starts at a point, just like a spring in the depths of Tanggula. It is gurgling, small and weak. Every judgment and every choice of human beings will instantly create a new branch of this stream. "

"Two tributaries branch off from one point, and two, three, or four new tributaries branch off from one branch, and then new tributaries continue to branch off into new tributaries... What is this like?"

"Like a net."

The yellow raccoon squinted his eyes and nodded thoughtfully. A huge three-dimensional network appeared in its mind, seemingly without boundaries, and each node was slightly connected with other nodes. The distant past unfolds like a huge blooming morning glory. The distant past is very thin and small, and the present and future are dense and large.

"Excellent."

The owner of the bookstore put away his index finger and replaced it with a thumb. He praised Huamao, and continued: "As time goes by, more and more tributaries are formed, and the network becomes denser and denser... The distance is small and the near is big, so there is formed a shape similar to a long river.”

"After all, it's still a river." The flower cat pouted.

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

"A branching stream?"

"Totally correct. So, time is an angle, starting from one point, with different choices as sides, forming an open and stable form... The 'side' of each choice extends to a certain extent, and it will become the starting point of a new time , and then repeat the previous story, and divide into two sides again. Just like this, one is attached to the other, like a rope... It can also be called a 'clue'."

"Clues are the veins of time."

"In a sense, the Hound of Tindalos Life is in a more real world than most wizards, and Mshisha's experiments are more radical than most professors in the school."

The Hound of Tindalos is a creature whose Life is in the horn-shaped discontinuous time, and Mshisha is their ruler. The yellow beaver remembers that Zheng Qing has a dog with the blood of the Hound of Tindalos. It always feels that That kind of creature is very weird, but I didn't expect them to get such a high evaluation from Mr.

But those are not its main focus.

"What does this have to do with those two ratmen?"

The yellow raccoon finally regained his senses from the endless sea of ​​knowledge, and grabbed the question that confused him at first: "What does it have to do with you not stopping me? Moreover, if time is an angle, then the time dimension line mentioned in the theory of dimensions What do you mean? Could it be that there are two forms in one time?"