Chapter 36: Those who risk their lives, regular meeting held "father!" "Mother!" After more than half a month, he returned to the dream. The dwarfs were as friendly and cheering as ever, but Chen Xiang was in a completely different mood. He now clearly knew that the seven dwarfs who seemed to be not even as tall as his knees were most likely seven people. The old master. The [Great One] who once dominated, controlled, and ruled the entire old days! But now. Look at the idiot with a runny nose, the fool picking his nose, the stupid grin, the silly picking his toes Chen Xiang sighed softly. He thought of the dark red moon again. After watching the dwarves cheering for a while, Chen Xiang squatted down and said softly: "Stupid, dumb, stupid, and foolish." "I'm here, we're here!" the dwarves said in unison. Chen Xiang remained silent for a moment, then asked again: "Do you remember who you are?" 'Beep! Beep! Beep!'
Chun jumped out and blew the trumpet around his neck: "We forget, we are forgotten, we are lost, we are lost, we..." "stop!" Chen Xiang's head hurt because of His singing. He rubbed his head and touched the broken sword still stuck on his head. Chen Xiang took a deep breath and looked at the idiot who was running back and forth in his large boots. "You should correspond to the Lord of the Spirit World and Dimension, and the so-called [Traveler]." He blinked blankly. Chen Xiang looked at Yu, who was dancing and spinning in a funny dance costume. "You should correspond to the Lord of Destruction and the Abyss, and the Dancer." "And you." He continued to look at the relatively sober person wearing an empty frame: "You correspond to the Lord of Knowledge, the Thinker." Chen Xiang analyzed them one by one and narrated them softly. Then there is [Silly], who is dressed in black and hates to talk the most. He probably corresponds to the lord of darkness and silence, and to [Silent One]. There is a horn hanging around his neck, and he would sing a piece of [stupidity] from time to time, which probably corresponds to the Lord of Desire and Life who is respected as the [Singer]. As for stupid and foolish, one should be the Lord of Oblivion [The Forgotten], and the other should be the Lord of Void and Anti-Reality [The Nothingness]. But Chen Xiang couldn't quite tell who was who, as the two dwarfs did not have any obvious corresponding features. "You are oblivion, or nothingness." He said to Ben. "You are nothingness, or oblivion." He said to Han. The dwarves looked around in confusion. Chun wanted to take the horn, but Chen Xiang stopped him decisively. Dai, who was wearing empty-framed glasses, said softly: "Mother, you have found some missing answers, right?" Chen Xiang rubbed Xiao Dai's head: "I will find the answers, and you will know who you are, and you will return to your former glory." "No, mother." Chi stopped running, raised his little head, stared with his big eyes, and just looked at Chen Xiang with light in his eyes.
"Mother, we don't need to know who we are." Chi said. Yuya, who was wearing a clown costume, stepped forward and stopped being clown: "We don't need any glory." Chun picked up the horn, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down, forcing himself to speak in a normal tone: "It's enough for you to just be with us." The dwarfs all nodded, all nodded seriously. Chen Xiang felt a sudden lump in his throat. He was silent for a long time, looking at the dwarves who were looking at him attentively, and then he thought of the crying dark red moon. Chen Xiang squatted down and said softly: "It is my responsibility, not only for you, but also for myself." The dwarfs listened to these incomprehensible words, nodded in confusion, walked forward, hugged Chen Xiang's legs, and seemed to sense something: "Mother, I always have a feeling that there is a road ahead, full of thorns and potholes." After a pause, He spoke seriously: "If you need us, we can cut away the thorns for you and fill the holes with our bodies. Then, there will only be a smooth road ahead. We are very powerful!" "Correct!" The dwarfs jumped up and down and said in unison: “We are awesome!” Chun picked up the horn again and played it happily. Chen Xiang endured the severe pain in his head and listened quietly. “It sounds very nice.” He praised softly. Chun opened his mouth wide, grinning so hard that snot bubbles came out of his nose. Chen Xiang just quietly accompanied the dwarfs. Until the dream is over, until the time to leave, Suddenly, faint whispers were heard from a cave where no prayers were heard. Chen Xiang leaned forward to listen, and heard a vague and intermittent sound from the bottom of the pit. "You really" "exist." "Do you really exist?" It was a voice full of hope. Chen Xiang thought for a moment, then moved closer to the pit and spoke in a low voice: "Here I am." ……………… "Teacher, please return to the right path. Everything the old council said was just a lie. Why would you bother to verify a lie?" In a big city in the White Star Country, a young man spoke in a low voice: "Why bother, teacher." "No, it won't!" The white-haired old man was flipping through an ancient book and pointing to the ancient altar on the side.
He said seriously: "All signs indicate that the truth is buried beneath history. The old days really existed. This altar is the best proof. This is the legendary altar that leads directly to the Lord of Dusk!" The boy spoke helplessly: "But teacher, even if the so-called Old Ones are real, so what? Finding out all this will not do you any good!" "You do not understand." The old man said stubbornly: "It is my duty to uncover the truth of history. It is my duty as Sura!" "Teacher!" The boy was a little anxious: "I don't understand the meaning of you doing this! If the church finds out, they will tie you to the stake and burn you to ashes!" “People need real history.” Sura remained stubborn. The boy had no choice. His teacher was the greatest mysterious historian in the White Star Country, and also the most stubborn one. But is the history of the past really important? He couldn't help but yelled: "Grandpa! You will kill yourself and me too!" "I told you to call me teacher when you are working." Sura said calmly: "When the truth is uncovered, I will expel you. Then, no matter what the truth is, both the Church and the Old Council will only kill me." "But you!" The boy stared: "You are my only relative!" Sura shook his head, rubbed the boy's head, stopped talking, and continued to flip through the book, looking at the ancient altar from time to time. The young man couldn't hold it in any longer and said angrily: "Aren't you going to give a lecture in the Great City this month? Why don't you ask the Lord of Death in the Great City in person whether the Old Days are true?" "I will." said the old man. Youthful and energetic: "Teacher! Grandpa! I don't understand, what are you doing..." Before he could finish his words, the old man suddenly raised his hand and his breathing seemed to be rapid. "found it." He spoke like a dream, got up impatiently, and rummaged through the boxes. According to the ritual records in the book, The old man turned the clock to six o'clock and combined three pigments: radiance, selenium blue and dawn gray. He recited it with difficulty according to the records in the remaining books. "Great dusk, you are the god who is still burning, the god who is out of reach, the god who is gilded and red." "You are the source of war and the end of war" "At that hour of noon, when the sun sets, the gods fall like rain." Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the house. In the astonishment of the young man and the enthusiasm of the old man, snow covered every corner of the house. On the white snow, flames jumped up again. The flames had a red halo, a golden outer flame, and a black flame core. They were like the setting sun, gentle, sad, and without the slightest heat. ‘Buzz! ! ’
The altar shook. "Come on!" Sura exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement, and a dark crack of time appeared on the altar in front of him! ! Sura continued to chant: "You wear a broken crown, accompanied by silent followers, accompanied by illness, bleeding, aging, hunger, wounds, accompanied by restlessness, fear, fascination, comfort and a moment of recollection." The rift is fully formed. Sura turned around, with light in his eyes: "Kid. Success." The young man stared at this scene in astonishment. He was silent for a long time before he said: "There may not be a god behind the cracks on the altar!" Sura ignored him and approached the altar. After hesitating for a long time, he said hopefully: "Do you really exist?" The rift rotates slowly, just as it always does. A look of disappointment appeared on Sura's face. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face: "Grandpa, look, what am I talking about? The so-called old days are nothing." The altar suddenly trembled violently, and there was a solemn, low, majestic, and vast voice. It was like ten thousand bronze bells being struck at the same time, or like ten thousand giant wild drums rumbling and humming! "Here I am." The mighty sound from heaven shattered the hut and echoed throughout the city. Strong winds, heavy rain, and thunder! All masterpieces at this moment! In the rain. The old man got up from the ruins, crying and laughing, and finally got the result of his pursuit of hundreds of years. He looked at his grandson: "I will restart this ceremony, at the lecture, in the Great City!" "I will announce to the world the truth of history!" "The Old Parliament is right!" The grandson cried: "You will die." "so what?" ……………… Great city.
Over the next few days, calm returned. 6 month 7 day. "Sister, I won't go home today. Yes, I have something to do at the academy." "My second brother said that little Salem went to the hospital? What happened to him?" "Oh, did the hospital notify him to have a consultation? It's so late, doesn't that mean he has to stay overnight in the hospital?" After chatting with his sister for a long time, Chen Xiang hung up the phone, stretched, sat quietly in the living room of the old house, turned on the TV, and waited for time to pass. "good evening!" The red-haired host is still jumping around: "There is no important news in the Eighth Ring today, let's turn our attention to the world! Hey, it's always better to have a broad vision, even for us unruly people." "White Star Country's Winter City is still under blockade. I heard that a biological leak occurred, but in my opinion, it's not that simple!" "But fortunately, Professor Sura has been released from the blockade. From this point of view, Professor Sura's lecture in our Eighth Ring this month will be able to proceed as scheduled!" "What? You're asking me about the ticket price? Hey, that's not something that we ordinary people can think about." Time passes little by little. 23: 59. Chen Xiang stood up and walked into the secret room as the red-haired host said "good night". "Regular meeting is held!" A loud and solemn voice rang in Chen Xiang's ears. (End of this chapter)
