Blue and White Society - Chapter 817

[Chapter 806 A Simple Dream]

Jingwei is like a crow, but it has a patterned head, a white beak and red feet.

With this description alone, Mo Poor couldn’t make up his mind.

Could it be that the crow’s mouth and claws are changing colors?

Even so, what about the pattern on the head?

What pattern will it be?

Mo Qiong was thinking hard, when Adams suddenly opened Best Metal and said, “Come on, the elf is not looking this way.”

Under the cover of Adams, Mo Poor and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.

The farm is very large, about one million square kilometers. Although Yushen is responsible for taking care of the meat clan, it is impossible to scan everyone all the time.

The cheaper way is to make millions of elves and watch them freely every few hundred meters.

As for Yu Shen himself, he is symbolically placed in the sky.

According to Adams’s observation and testing for nearly a month, he found that Yushen only let everyone see it as a deterrent.

In fact most of the time the meat clan is not being supervised at all.

By listening to the sound characteristics of all things, Adams noticed that the Feather God was dreaming a lot of the time, and occasionally talking in his sleep.

In the long and boring prison life, Yushen probably can only daydream to pass the time.

As for the stalking of the elves, Adams had long discovered that there were big loopholes in their patrol paths, and after observing for a while, he concluded the timing of the blind spots.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Poor and Jiang Long climbed out in a grand manner.

In order to mix into the meat clan, both Mo Poor and Jiang Long were naked.

“Don’t worry, the little elves can’t identify you who are extra. They only record newborns, and they don’t presuppose the possibility of sudden extra adults. Their main duty is to supervise these people not to violate the rules set by the ancient gods. ’” Adams said.

Mo Poor said: “Just because no one will come in for tens of millions of years, so many situations are not considered?”

Adams said: “The fact is that the Ancient Gods actually… don’t have any management system. They just set up rules as they come up with, but follow the old rules.”

Mo Poor pondered: “The ancient gods have no civilization…With countless years of wisdom, their social structure is not as good as the true sociality of ants.”

“This is indeed a strange thing. Is their wisdom used to perceive the root algorithm?” Adams pouted.

Mo Poor said: “The way of thinking is different, they don’t need it, they disdain it! Only the weak need civilization.”

Adams took them and introduced a group of people.

This group of people was naked, male and female, most of them looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and their expressions were relatively numb. They sat in the dug out, cool sandpit.

“Jiao Jiao, this is our captain, Mo Poor, he can take you out,” Adams said.

The leading woman, named Kikyo, is already twenty years old. Although she is still very young, she has a certain indescribable maturity.

Among this group of people, she was already considered the eldest sister.

Her waist-length hair was disheveled, she was extremely thin, and her face was pale. Judging from her condition, she seemed to have just given birth a few days ago.

Kikyo’s eyes lit up, and he said, “Can you really defeat God?”

“Are you afraid? If you are, I can send some of you away first.” Mo Poor smiled.

Kikyo shook his head and said, “It doesn’t matter whether you kill a god or be killed by a god. But he…”

The woman pointed at Adams and said, “…he promised to take me to see the platycodon flower. It has never been possible for anyone to make such a promise…I want to see it…so I want to live.”

Mo Poor looked at Adams, Adams smiled and said: “She is just pursuing this, no, it is insignificant to us, but to her, platycodon flower is the Tao.”

“Ah?” Mo Poor was stunned.

Adams quickly introduced that this human race still has language inheritance, they can’t write, but they still have language.

Even back then, the emperors Sang and Chisong passed down many stories. Because of the ban of the ancient gods, they were not mainly human stories.

What the Empress Sang has passed down is the story of nature.

It’s the birds weaving their nests with leaves in their mouths to keep out the cold wind, it’s the big trees forming their roots to resist the flood, and it’s the fish swimming upstream to lay eggs.

It is the drop that penetrates the rock, it is the bud that breaks the rock formation.

The sky covers all things, the earth carries all living beings, the four seasons rotate, the cold and heat alternate, the moon is full and then it loses, and the sun and noon are partial.

The mountains, rivers and rivers of the earth, flowers and trees, and beasts that eat each other are all told by Empress Sang to the children who are destined to die.

Empress Sang didn’t teach anything, but actually taught everything.

So after all these years, they still know about flowers, birds, the rising and setting of the sun, and the ebb and flow of tides.

It’s just that painting is not allowed. Those things only exist in the conception and in the brain-filling pictures from dictation.

Over time, everyone has a different understanding of the same thing, and no one has seen it anyway.

A simple thing called a flower will make them think of death, and desperately try to figure out what it looks like.

The less you know, the more uncertain you are, the more beautiful a thing will be, and the more you want to see what it looks like through that layer of veil.

That kind of beauty is suffocating and ecstasy.

In order to pursue this kind of beauty, the flesh race will give everything.

It seems that if you can see the lotus once with your own eyes, you will be considered to have seen the Dao.

Empress Sang just told the children countless things that they would never see in this life.

It was enough to make what Mo Poor saw today, still human.

After 800 million years, rational intelligence has indeed degenerated somewhat, but advanced intelligence is advanced intelligence, and with language, it is never possible to degenerate into ordinary animals.

Their lives are very boring and hopeless, fantasy is the only thing they can do.

If they never knew that there are seas, starry sky, flowers and trees, mountains and rivers in this world, then they would not think about it.

But it is precisely because they clearly know that there is, but their sins make it impossible for them to see it from life to death.

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This kind of torture, this kind of inability to get what they want, actually makes their brain supplement ability extremely amazing, and it seems to have evolved.

And this, in fact, is understanding.

In this mysterious side of Genesis Mountain, almost all human beings are geniuses.

They don’t know what the sea really looks like, but they have an ocean in their hearts.

I don’t know how majestic the green hill is, but I have a green hill that belongs to me in my heart.

Knowing the mountains but not knowing the mountains, knowing the water but not knowing the water.

They have already given up their lives, just to forget death.

Mo Poor didn’t know what kind of state he would be in after helping them beat the palace, maybe it was far beyond the primordial spirit state.

Adams said: “The earth in their eyes is naive and full of imagination. You can’t imagine what the things we take for granted look like in their hearts and how much they attract them. It tortures their minds. The poison of life is, at the same time, the antidote for a life of despair.”

“In just over 20 days, I convinced hundreds of millions of people to resist. This number is still increasing, and their dusty dreams are spreading rapidly among them like waves.”

“The first person I met here was Kikyo. She only had two dreams. She saw the flower her name represented, and then died cleanly.”

Mo Poor said, “You can pass on the appearance of Kikyo to her.”

Adams shook his head and said, “I want her to see, smell, and touch the platycodon flower with her own eyes. If it’s just a mental perception, it’s no different from her thinking up another possibility.”

“Mo Poor, we must win this battle.”

“The ancient god must die, and everyone else will be brought home.”

Mo Poor smiled and said, “Three billion people are too many… I can’t send them all away in front of the ancient gods. It seems that I can only kill the ancient gods in front of them.”

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[End of this Chapter]