The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "You finally understand."

　　 Yaon's always stern face, she couldn't help but relax slightly.

　　 But he still didn't put on a good face.

　　 He just put the tea down, showing a mocking expression: "But the ridiculous thing is that those laymen still don't understand it.

"They just know that my old man likes stories. So in this land, stories can even become the hardest currency-it can be used to exchange for slaves, for houses, for land, for titles. Because as long as they can get mine Approve, there is a chance to become the bishop of the church.

"So the rich people will stay by the writers, playwrights, and bards. It's like a dog in a restaurant. When eating, it will stand by and watch your every move... If they can leak some meat one day, they will pick it up ecstatically."

　　 Speaking of this, Yaweng couldn't help but laughed.

　　 Of course it’s not a kind smile.

　　 Rather, it's like being amused by a clown... a condescending smile full of arrogance and sarcasm: "Don't you think that they are an outstanding drama in themselves?

　　 "These clowns. These cheaters. These rich people. These nobles. This island. This whole country-makes me feel ridiculous.

"In the beginning, they bought a good story, and they couldn't wait to find a pleasing and clever one from their children, and sent them to the church. Let them contribute to me in the name of the creator of the story... They actually think this can be done. Lie to me. Hahahahahaha!"

　　 Yaweng laughed loudly.

　　Annan also sighed.

　　Do they really believe that these bought stories can deceive the gods?

Do not……

　　 Still, they would rather believe this thing is true?

　　 "But on your side..."

　　 "Of course I accepted some people, but I scolded more."

　　 Yaweng shrugged: "Because some of them are talented. They don't need to buy those stories at all. As long as their children come to church, or simply practice more at home, this goal can be achieved by itself.

"But they just don't believe it. They must spend money to cheat... They would rather believe in money than their children and their talents. Compared with their ridiculous behavior, this'live drama' is more attractive My gaze.

After 　　, things changed again. They saw that I had accepted some people and rejected some people, so they thought it was ‘the story is not good enough’.

"They just set up some'art review committees' and trained some'art appreciation committees' on their own, and asked them to analyze the'works' brought by those who were rejected by me—it really made them like a model. Some laws have been found decently, and they have become the so-called'standards for good or bad art'!"

　　 Speaking of this, Yaweng was overwhelmed with joy and laughed forward and backward.

　　 The "artistic standard" that did not exist from the very beginning.

　　 has directly become an industry, a guild.

"Since then, every time I scold some people away, they have to analyze what is wrong with the work that this person brings; every time I accept some people, they have to analyze the merits of the work. The problem is, I From the very beginning, it was people...not the story itself.

"They live on the basis of stories, but they don’t understand what is called [Story is a living thing]-a story is an invisible monster that can absorb the nutrients of life and grow and twist. It is human desire, human suffering, and human suffering. Struggle... is a part of human beings, like cut hair and cut eyes. It is the flesh and blood cut off in pain and hope."

　　 Yaweng leaned on a chair and said casually: "The stories they stole didn't take root in the soil called'life'. Although the flowers look beautiful at first glance, they are rootless flowers, empty and empty.

　　 "Just like you told me... that Hamlet story."

As Yaweng was talking, he stabbed Annan suddenly: "That is not the story of our world. It may be a projection of society in another world, but in our place, it does not indicate or symbolize anything. ... The contradictions in that world are not our contradictions, and people's desires are not ours.

"The Noahs can’t understand why the Winter people cry and leave their hometown, just as the Winter people don’t understand why they value money more than family affection; here in Denisoya, fishermen and sailors will become pirates at any time. They are the sea. The son of the mine; but when he switched to the Diamond Island, which was very close here, it became a contradiction between the miner and the owner.

"The story is a living thing, Annan. I hope you can remember this... the aspirations of people in every country and every place are different. And use your own "thoughts" to measure the pain of the other side by yourself. , This is a kind of arrogance."

　　Speaking of this, Yaweng squinted at Zhiji: "Just like that little fool, I didn't encourage you to get the sacred bones before allowing you to advance to gold...Do you know why?"

　　 "...why?"

　　 Annan really doesn’t know the answer to this question.

　　 He just remembered that Zhi Ji had indeed suggested to him that way... but he didn't say the reason behind it. Annan also hesitated because of this, and finally gave up this statement because the sacred bones were far away and decided to grab time.

　　 But looking at what Yaweng meant... I seem to be doing it right?

　　 "You can also say that sentence, ‘fate is the rut of a heavenly wheel’ or something... You are indeed lucky."

　　 Yaweng said slowly: "The meaning of the sacred bones is ‘inheritance’. It is the unfinished fire of a great man who preserves his unfinished business and gives it to future generations.

"The transcendents of the'dyed soul' and the'condensed soul' get the sacred bones for completely different purposes. The transcendents with the dyed soul have their own unwavering desire and determination, so the sacred bones will demand them 'Go do those things' and provide them with strength in exchange.

"But if it is the supernatural being of the'Condensed Soul'... their souls are as pure as water and as clean as silver. They have not been contaminated by desire, so it means that they have more possibilities. They are obtained at the Silver level. The sacred bones, the soul will be soaked and discolored by the desire in the sacred bones."

Yaweng said, if he had a point and looked at Annan with deep meaning: "Using your...'system' term. In other words, if you obtain the sacred bones at the silver rank, you can inherit the profession of the first generation saints." Did you think of anything?"

　　 "... Wizard Tower?"

　　Annan blurted out.

　　 Although he cared a little about the "system" mentioned by Yaweng, he immediately realized that the information about the sacred bones was more important.

　　 If you get the sacred bones at the silver level, you can use the sacred bones to dye your soul and get a designated job.

　　——Isn't this the inheritance of the tower lord? !

"Well said."

　　 Yaweng nodded with satisfaction.

　　 He sighed and poured a cup of tea for himself and Annan.

　　 The color and fragrance of tea are unrivaled products that Annan has never seen or tasted. This is naturally one of the skills that Yaweng has mastered and is ahead of the world.

　　 "The ‘professions’ inherited by the Wizard Tower are the last remnants of those ‘dead gods’."

　　 Yaweng raised his teacup and took a sip.

He calmly said: "And the first'sage' in the world-that is, the body of the [righteous heart], the righteous sage... The reason why he became a sage is because he cannot become a god, but Strong enough. He doesn’t want his inheritance of the “righteous way” to be cut off. People in the future are hungry for justice but can’t find it...

　　"So before he died, he used his last strength to open a trail outside the "Road to Sublimation".

　　 "... Then, why didn't he become a **** when he was so outstanding?"

Hearing this, Annan realized something vaguely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Both the cup girl and the paper girl suggested that they should get the "righteous heart", but the mysterious lady and Yaon didn't think they were suitable for the "righteous heart". ". Plus the identity of the first saint...

　　 He suddenly [understood].

　　 "...is it because of the crane Mate?"

"Correct."

　　 Yaweng nodded.

　　 The smile on his face was completely reduced.

　　 He slowly put down the tea cup, and the expression on his face was Wujing: "The saint of justice is far older than the other saints, and much older.

　　"His name is Sisyphus. He is a brave and cheerful young man who is also a believer of the crown wheel prince. He is the last **** to be promoted by the ‘crane crown prince’ and the only **** who fails to sublimate.

"He loves the Crown Wheel Mita, and respects and worships her. He swears that when he becomes a god, justice will be everywhere and will never be late... Therefore, he was recognized by the world and was named "The Pale "Justice" is the book of truth. And the crown wheel Mita will personally send him to the light world.

　　"And just when he was sublimated halfway on the crane...

　　 "——The Crown Wheel Mita, she has fallen. Right in front of Sisyphus."

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