In the sky, the clouds are layered, and the spring rain is lingering.

The drizzle is as fine as a cow's hair, and it is covered with a thin layer of smoke.

The first floor of the inn is still cold and clear, with only four tables.

Fangyuan was sitting next to the window, and a gust of wind blew, mixed with poetry and flowers.

“The sky is rainy and crisp, and the grass is close to the sky.” Fang Yuan looked at the window and gently whispered a sentence, which took back the line of sight.

The table in front of him was full of good wine and good food. Especially the green bamboo wine, the wine is mellow and fresh. The green wine is quietly contained in the bamboo cup. From this point of view, it is amber-like warm and lustrous.

The table closest to him is the grandson and grandson. Wearing plain clothes is mortal.

While the old man was licking the rice wine, he envied and looked at Fangyuan. Obviously it was swayed by the green bamboo wine, but there was no money to buy it.

The grandson is eating a marinated bean, biting his mouth and squeaking. At the same time, he was entangled with his grandfather and swayed the old man's shirt: "Grandpa, Grandpa, tell me the story of the ancestors. If you don't talk, I will go back and tell my grandmother, saying that you are going to steal the wine!"

"Hey, it’s not safe to eat a wine." The old man sighed, but his face showed a loving color. He touched his grandson's head with his skinny hands. "Then let me talk about it. Saying that the ancestors gave the heart to the hope, and got out of the dilemma..."

The story of the ancestors is the most widely spread and oldest legend in the world.

The story told by the old man is probably like this.

It is said that the people have got rid of the predicament because of hope. But after all, he is old and has no power and wisdom. He can't continue hunting, even his teeth are falling, and many wild fruits and vegetables are chewed.

The ancestors have already felt that the death is gradually approaching.

At this time, I hope to tell him: "Man, you can't die. If you die, your heart will be gone. I hope that I will lose my habitat."

The ancestors are helpless: "Who wants to die, but the world wants me to die, I have to die."

I hope that you will say: "Everything has hope. As long as you seize the life, you can add a new life."

The ancestors had already heard of the existence of Shouyi, but he was helplessly spreading his hand: "When Shouyi is still, no one can detect it. When it flies, it is faster than light. How can I capture it? too difficult!"

I hope that I will tell the people a secret: "People, don't give up hope in everything. I tell you, there is a big mountain on the northwest corner of the earth. There is a hole in the top of the mountain. There is a circle in the hole." Insects. As long as you can surrender these two mites, there are no locusts under the sun that can't be caught, even if Shouyi is no exception!"

The ancestors have already lost their way, and this is the only hope he has left.

He exhausted his hard work and found this mountain. He took all the thrills and climbed to the top of the mountain. At the hole in the top of the mountain, he had only a little bit of strength left and moved in stalking.

There was a darkness in the cave, and no fingers were seen. The ancestors walked in the darkness. Sometimes I bumped into it, I didn’t know what I hit, and I got a lot of blood. Sometimes I feel that this darkness is boundless, as if it is another world, except for himself, there is nothing left.

He spent a lot of time and couldn't walk out of this darkness. Not to mention the two locusts on the other side of the round.

Just as he was lost, two voices came from the darkness.

One said: "Man, do you want to catch us? You go back, even if you have the power to be in your body, it is impossible."

Another voice said, "People, you go back, we don't take your life. Even if you have wisdom and help, you may not be able to find us."

The ancestors fell weakly on the ground, panting: "The power and wisdom have long since left me. I have not had much life, and I have no way to go. But as long as there is still a little hope in my heart, I will not give up!" ”

When I heard the words of the people, the two voices were silent.

After a while, I said, "I understand, man, you have already given your heart to hope. You are saying nothing will give up."

Another voice said: "In that case, we will give you a chance. As long as you say the names of both of us, we will use it for you."

The ancestors of the people smashed, and they must accurately name two accurate names from the sea of ​​words. This is simply a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, he does not even know how many words in the names of these two donkeys.

The ancestors quickly asked for hope, but hopelessly did not know.

There is no other way out for the ancestors, so I have to say the name with a hard scalp. He said a lot of names, it took a long, long time, but there was no response in the dark, obviously it was wrong.

Gradually, the ancestral atmosphere of the people is getting weaker and weaker. In this cave, he has moved from old age to leap year. It is like the setting sun in the evening, gradually falling, and half of it has fallen to the horizon and become the sunset.

The food he brought with him was getting less and less, his brain turned slower and heavier, and his strength was not much.

The voice in the dark persuaded: "Man, you are dying, let us go. Take your last time, you can climb out of the cave and see the last look of the world. But you offend us, as punishment, Just leave your hope here and let us be a companion."

The ancestors clung to the heart and categorically rejected: "I will die if I die, I will not give up hope!"

I hope that I am very touched, and I have tried my best to respond to my ancestors and have given a brilliant brilliance. At the heart of the ancestors, there was a little white light.

But this white light is too weak to illuminate the darkness. Even the whole body of the ancestors can't take care of it. It can only illuminate the place of the chest.

The ancestors felt an invisible new strength, pouring into the body from the hope.

He continued to speak and name. He is already confused, and many names have been said before, but he can't remember, and said it again, wasted a lot of effort.

Life is passing by with time, and the life of the people is not much left.

Finally, when he had only one day of life, he said a "moment".

There was a sigh in the darkness, one voice said: "People, I admire your persistence. You said my name. From today, I will listen to your orders. But I only have to be with my brother. In order to capture the locusts in the whole world for you, otherwise it is impossible to rely on me alone. So you give up, you are already dying, you might as well use the world, and finally take a look at the world."

The ancestors shook their heads firmly, and he seized all the time, continued to speak, and guessed the name of another locust.

Time passes by, and he only has the last hour.

But at this time, he inadvertently said the word "regulation."

In the meantime, the darkness has disappeared.

Two dragonflies appeared in front of him. As I hoped, one is a square, called the "moment." A dragonfly is round and is called a "regulation." Together, it is "rules."

The two donkeys open together: "No matter who it is, as long as we know our name, we will take orders from him. People, since you already know our name, we will use it for you. But you have to remember, It's best not to let other creatures know our names. The more we know our names, the more we have to surrender them. Now, you are the first person to surrender to us and say what you want."

The ancestors were overjoyed: "Then I will order you, first catch me a birthday."

The two rules combined to capture a life of eighty years.

The ancestors were already a hundred years old. After eating this longevity, the wrinkles on the face were all eliminated. The skinny limbs were filled with bodybuilding muscles, and the youthful breath re-emerged.

He jumped up when he slammed a squid.

He looked at his body with joy and knew that he was a 20-year-old youth again!

......

"I’ll talk about it today, go home, grandson.” The old man finished the story and the wine was finished.

"Grandpa, let's continue to talk about it, how is the ancestors?" The grandson did not follow, shaking the old man's arm.

"Let's go, there is time to talk about it." The old man put on a fight and a coat, and put a small number on his grandson.

Both the grandson and the grandson went out of the inn, stepped into the rain curtain, and gradually drifted away.

"Rules..." Fang Yuan’s eyes were faint, turning a glass of wine and staring at the green bamboo liquor in the cup. His heart was quite touching.

The legend of the ancestors is widely circulated in this world, and there are few people who do not know. Fang Yuan has long heard of it.

It is only the legend, the story, and the benevolent see the wise and see the wisdom. Just the grandparents just used it as a story, but Fangyuan can taste the deep meaning contained in it.

Like the ancestors.

When he didn't know the rules, he groped in the dark. Sometimes stumbling, bumping, and getting rid of bloody, uncomfortable. Sometimes, another piece of vastness, lost in confusion, no direction and goals.

This darkness is not simply black or dark, and power, wisdom, and hope cannot restrain it.

Only when the ancestors knew the "rules" and broke the name of the rules, the darkness suddenly disappeared, and the ancestors ushered in the light.

Darkness is the darkness of the rules, and this light is also the light of the rules.

Fang Yuan removed the line of sight from the wine glass and looked out the window.

I saw the distance outside the window, the sky was dark and dark, the green hills were green, and the rain was like fog. In the vicinity, the tall bamboo bamboo towers went one after another and extended. Two or three pedestrians on the road, the feet are covered with rain and cement, not wearing a gray-green coat, or a butter cloth umbrella.

Fang Yuan summarized: "This world is like a big chessboard. Everything is a chess piece. It is running according to its own rules. There are rules in the seasons, and the spring, summer, autumn and winter are in sequence. The water flow has rules and flows down. There are rules and rises to the heights. People naturally have rules."

"Everyone has his own position, desires and principles. Take the ancient moon cottage, the slaves are blasphemy, the master is expensive, this is the rule. Therefore, Shen Cui wants to climb the dignitaries, and he has to work hard to get rid of slavery. The bowl is trying every means to ask the hearts of the master, and the **** is crowded."

"For aunt and aunt, it is greed and wants to annex the legacy of the parents. The old school is mainly to train the teacher and maintain the status of the school."

“Everyone has the rules of everyone. Every industry has the rules of the industry. Every social group has its own rules. As long as you understand the rules, you can be clear by the observers. Go to the dark and get the light. And more than enough."

Fang Yuan has also associated his own situation, and his heart has already been strategizing: "To the invaders of the ancients, it is to maintain the prosperity and interests of this pulse. It is a bad rule to find me trouble, in order to maintain family reputation. He will not do anything to me. He may even take the initiative to compensate me."

"In fact, the Mojia is strong, and with the reputation changed, I want to punish me. I can't resist it. But the ancient moon is afraid of it. He is not afraid that he has broken the rules, but he is worried that others will follow him. It also starts bad rules. If the elders intervene, if the elders intervene, the situation will expand. If it is a high-level attack, it will be a huge threat to the entire cottage. The fear of the ancient moon and desert dust is that if there is a fight in the future, there are other people who have their own grandchildren. Mobei started. This pulse, this man, if it is dead, what should I do? This fear, maybe even he does not know. He just subconsciously wants to maintain the rules."

Fang Yuan’s eyes are clear, and the matter is fascinating from beginning to end.

The high bowl is not an ancient moon, it is an outsider, a slave.

The master has killed a slave, what is important. In this world, it is normal.

Fangyuan kills the high bowl. The death of the high bowl is not the key, the key lies in his master, the indifferent behind him.

"However, I sent a box of broken bodies this time. It is estimated that the ancient moon and desert dust will be interpreted as a compromise and a threat. This is exactly what I want him to understand. No accident, the indifferent will not pursue The death of the high bowl~lightnovelpub.net~ Of course, if my qualification is higher, it is a B. The indifferent will feel the threat. With the reputation damage, I will also suppress my future threat." Fang Yuan sneered in his heart.

Power can be used, and weak can also be used.

Although Fang Yuan is in the game at this time, it is also a chess piece. But the mind is well versed in the rules, and already has the heart of the chess player.

Most of the ordinary characters are just like the old moon and the old school, but they only know their own rules, and they are separated by mountains. Like Fang Yuan, it is difficult to understand the overall situation and master the rules!

To know the rules, you have to be like a ancestors, and you will be lost in the dark.

At this time, power, wisdom and hope are not very useful. It takes time to learn and to gain experience.

The name of the ancestral ruin of the ancestors was a time-consuming attempt, and it was tried many times under the scent of death.

Fang Yuan is well versed in the rules and is the experience he accumulated in his previous 500 years.

Since reborn, he is confident that he can create a brilliant future. It is not because of the reappearance of the Spring and Autumn Period, not because he knows many secret treasures, nor does he grasp the general direction of the future.

It is the life experience of the past five hundred years.

Just as the ancestors mastered the rules, they can easily capture the world's worms!

Fang Yuan is well-versed in rules and moments, and he can be condescending and gaze through the world. Or sputum stripping, or a shot of blood. I am self-satisfied and proud, and people who look at the world like a chess piece follow their own rules and follow the steps.

Darkness is the darkness of the rules, and light is the light of the rules.

The reborn head has walked in the light.

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