The puppets' stage play

Chapter 410 Color and Reflection

"When the bridge is down, I sit in front of the door, and the long-necked white sparrow sings, and the mood is high and slightly intoxicated."

"The song knows the song, and the song knows the meaning. There must be true meaning here."

"But, what about people?"

It was a light and lonely harmony, as if a voice was gently telling a story that once existed.

"La la la la~"

The children lined up in a row were laughing and raising their hands high. Their eyes and hearts were all filled with joy.

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The water is overflowing, and under the flying toes is a silent arch bridge. On the body that has carried countless years, scars are dotted, carrying dreams and hopes together.

("What are you?")

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

A boy in the middle looked up, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything else.

"........."

The same goes for other children. Their original smiling faces disappeared in an instant like an illusion. They frowned and their little faces tightened, thinking about the clueless answer.

("Then, you are not considered human beings and do not deserve to have names, so let's call you numbers for short, and arrange them in order.")

As soon as the voice fell, the children were immediately relieved and their faces showed joy again.

("12, you are a weakling.")

Everyone looked forward, and a boy nodded hesitantly, with a strange color in his eyes.

Everyone clapped their hands happily and said in unison: "It's you, weakling 12."

("16, what are you looking at?")

A boy in the front and middle section raised his head, and his original joyful expression instantly turned dull. Looking at the dim sky, his eyes moved slightly.

"It's nothing." He replied coldly at first, then, with a trace of confusion on his face, he added again, "It's really nothing."

("Then you are a lost person. You don't look ahead or behind. You are just a lost person heading towards the secret place alone.")

The voice judged like this, and everyone raised their hands, including 12 whose movements were inexplicably stiff, and they all shouted.

"That's it, Bewitcher 16."

The boy shook his head, nodded again, and then sighed again, looking a little depressed.

(And you, 29, why are you like that?)

Everyone looked at a certain cowering figure with reproach in their eyes. The latter shrank back again, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

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"Mr. Wu." A figure came from behind.

The man with a strand of white hair hanging down from his temples, wearing a loose silver-gray robe, turned his head and stared at the visitor with his slightly hollow eyes.

"........."

The children not far away stopped moving and stayed in place like puppets. Their eyes only moved from time to time to mark the fact that they were still alive.

The visitor's face was pale, with loose black hair covering his neck. He was wearing a long dark red coat, with only the cuffs rolled up, exposing half of his arms. He glanced at the children not far away, and felt that Some trouble.

But there is no way, due to its current responsibilities, it must come forward to solve this situation.

"I said, Lao Wu, these are our students, not for you to arrange opera performances. You should teach them the knowledge to restrain their minds, instead of controlling their minds in turn."

"To be honest, I didn't intend to interfere with you at the beginning. After all, we all have different ideas. However, I observed you several times and you didn't seem to have really taught them. This is a bit unexplainable."

Hua Qiansheng couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, he felt that the guy didn't have any good intentions. He said that he thought he was fair, so he gave him the position of 'Professor Supervisor'.

Although he is free on weekdays and can arrange his time freely, the only requirement is that he must pay attention to whether the teachers who are teaching have fulfilled their responsibilities.

The current situation is that, in addition to their respective professional instructors, the lecturers of these public courses do have their own shortcomings. He even thinks that he himself has some problems, but that is normal. After all, everyone is still human. .

He is cold-hearted and prefers to use other means of expression than preaching. Although he can never speak human words and is obviously partial to outstanding people, Calder is extremely sincere. However, as a part of the initial reconciliation, he also Barely considered qualified.

Teacher Xiangxiang, who claims to be a gourmet, likes to cook ingredients together with his students. Although it seems a bit strange at first glance, after careful observation, he can understand that the other party's concept of all things being mixed is considered qualified.

Others include Yingzelov in the Bone Sacrifice and Yanshu in the Death Fight. Although they also have problems of one kind or another, in his judgment, they can all be considered qualified.

But there was only this guy in front of him. Hua Qiansheng's eyes darkened, and a flash of black flashed deep in his eyes.

"...Is this a requirement of the academy?" Mr. Wu tilted his head, but there was not much expression on his face.

"It's my personal opinion!"

Hua Qiansheng emphasized emphatically, and his tone became more and more severe. Some of the helplessness on his face disappeared, along with the only trace of humanity, and his whole body exuded a strange aura.

"As the beginning teachers, you must lay a certain foundation for the students. Only if this condition is met, I will ignore your little tricks, do you understand?"

Hua Qiansheng's expression turned cold, and his eyes became evil. He faced the other party with a lifeless face, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"...You just don't understand." Mr. Wu looked at the other party steadily, then shook his head, with an inexplicable emotion in his originally dull eyes.

"The analysis of the self and the resistance to 'influence' are very interesting lessons, teacher."

"I agree with Leo's judgment. That kind of gentle education is not suitable for us, isn't it, teacher?"

"...Indeed, I think..."

Hua Qiansheng looked aside, and the strangeness on his body immediately disappeared. His brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at the figures who were arguing.

Li Ao stood at the front without hesitation, with a look of pride on his face. Xuchang stood behind, showing his attitude, and the other students did the same. Facing the sudden arrival of Hua Qiansheng, they stood clearly the other side.

Qi Xiu was in the middle, looking at the figure in the distance, and couldn't help but recall the scene outside not long ago, but obviously, that could not be used as a manifestation of the opponent's true strength.

Just by looking at this scene, you can know that the other party, as a senior teacher, is enough to suppress Mr. Wu who is responsible for teaching them.

"The human heart is different from the human heart. You can only discover it by listening carefully. For this reason, you need to play a different version of yourself."

Mr. Wu spoke softly, his face never wavered and still had that calm expression.

"Oh, I'm too busy."

Hua Qiansheng smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He took a deep look at the other person, then turned around, and after a while, he lost sight of him.

Mr. Wu watched the other party go away quietly, and then heard something in his ears.

"As a colleague, I would like to advise you that it is best not to go too deep into that realm. You are on the wrong path."

It shook its head, its dark eyes still the same.

"It's different." It muttered to itself, and then looked at the children behind it.

"Let's continue with our show."

Groups of shadows descended, and in conjunction with the increasingly low voice, it was as if even the air was humming. The children's expressions froze, and their faces lost expression again.

After a while, a look of sadness appeared on their faces, like 'characters' immersed in sorrow.

Once a person has entered the play, it is no longer the past.

Mr. Wu whispered, and his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only his pair of dead eyes still staring at everyone.

The twilight rolled up the smoke clouds, like lines of flames, drawing several beautiful curved arcs.

Bah——————Ding.

"As I said before, it is better to have a dust-free heart than to pursue an unbroken mind."

Qi Xiu opened his eyes, still a little confused as to what happened before...

He shook his head, stopped the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked at the figure who was speaking again.

It was a familiar figure, with a light white jumpsuit attached to his body, eyebrows raised in a splayed figure, dark purple hair scattered in a ball, and the whole body tilted to the left.

The silver-yellow pupils were scanning this side, with his hands on his legs and his legs sitting cross-legged, floating in the air.

"White, the color of feet, bones, the essence of human beings, these are two things that are necessary for us humans. It is precisely because of this that we ignore their significance."

The man with an exotic temperament and deep facial features said loudly. Compared with other teachers who were slightly indifferent, this man preferred face-to-face explanations, and he often had one sentence on his lips.

'The five colors are all turbid, but only if one's mind is long-lasting can it last for a long time. '

"Considering the existence outside of oneself as one category, oneself is in a category of its own. Instead of letting oneself blend into the world and become mediocre, it is better to stick to one's own ideas and walk alone in the world."

"Therefore, no matter how many times I say it, as long as you still don't understand, I will say it again."

Yingzelov's eyes at the Bone Sacrifice froze, and his pupils became increasingly cloudy.

"Everyone else is evil, and everything will drown, except 'me'."

He raised his palm, and in an instant, Bai Sensen's finger claws pierced the flesh and blood, revealing a cold light.

Qi Xiu's eyelids twitched, and in front of his eyes, the flesh was being wrapped around the flesh and blood. Yingzelov's expression was as usual. He slowly opened his palm, and a flesh ball slowly appeared on it. It was red in color and was still trembling slightly at this moment. .

He couldn't help but his face changed slightly, and he looked at Inzelov, who suddenly had a big mouth in the middle of his chest. He still looked unusually calm.

"The so-called sacrificial site is a place for self-sacrifice. Except for me, all of you are like ashes. Only 'sacrifice to gods' can last forever."

Inzerov began to preach some specific information enthusiastically, such as how to calm down, how to stay in the body, and so on.

Qi Xiu sighed in his heart, yes, this teacher is actually a 'pope' and will promote his sect all day long. However, what is gratifying is that until now, the number of people in the God Sacrifice Sect is still 1.

He and the other students looked at each other with embarrassment and understanding in their eyes. Only those with a firm heart can contact this teacher, Qi Xiu thought to himself.

He looked forward, and saw several figures eagerly asking some questions, and Inzelov also answered them enthusiastically, looking at them with anticipation in their eyes.

Then... a few people turned and left.

Inzerov was left standing alone.

Qi Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth and immediately looked away.

The sound in his ears gradually faded away. He turned his head suddenly, and a cold light turned around and stabbed straight into the center of his brain.

In front of him, there was a figure with crazy eyes and a figure rushing toward him.

Qi Xiu's body dwarfed, and a ray of strength briefly solidified in the air, and then crushed it. He took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed, mixed with azure strength, and enveloped the cold grains. Then he rushed back to the other side.

The visitor was caught off guard, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes. He pushed forward hard, his palms like iron-colored doors, and slammed into him.

Qi Xiu shook his head slowly, then put away his hand and looked at the other person quietly.

First, the bones and flesh collapsed, and then turned into cold beads, falling down one by one.

The dry bones are exposed together, mixed with blood-colored tendons, and there is a vague picture in it. The sky-blue force is pulled into a net, like a fish in a bag, and the future people will hug it tightly.

Four crack-like lines appeared on the bones, and he was still looking over here, a pair of empty blood-colored holes.

Click.

Fine smoke filled the air, and the human form collapsed.

("The 13th victory is a slight improvement from before, but it is not enough. Fight, fight, and get everything you want. That is the reality here.")

A cold sound appeared in the air. If you listen carefully, you will find that the strange sound is like the clash of swords. It makes people's hair stand on end, and a sense of madness wells up in their hearts.

Qi Xiu controlled his face and barely suppressed the malice.

("Only the winner is everything. In this death battle arena, use all your strength to kill all your opponents. That way, you will become an unparalleled person.")

("I'm looking forward to this.")

The deep voice of Yan Shu from the Death Fight Victory slowly sounded. Qi Xiu's eyes were startled, and a figure appeared in front of him again. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and the grin on his face could not be suppressed.

The visitor looked here with the same expression on his face, and touched his neck with his palm, with some kind of pleasure in his eyes.

Boom.

The two figures suddenly collided and used all their abilities... to fight.

He has a round face and wears red and white clothes similar to formal suits. Compared with ordinary Federation people, this person is not tall, and his short legs are dangling in the air.

He crossed his legs and sat on a chair floating in the air, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a moment, he whispered in confusion, and at the same time looked underneath him, hesitation flashing in his eyes.

"...Isn't it time to change it?"

"Forget it, be economical." Yan Shu warned himself, and at the same time forced his attention to look in front of him, which were orange crystals floating in the air, with images displayed on them.

He stared for a long time, with a look of boredom on his face.

"It's boring."

He shook his head, even though those students, under the influence of the Death Arena, were filled with murderous intent and looked hateful.

But to him, that kind of rubbish is nothing, he disdains it.

"You don't look like a talented person. In this way, can you really achieve that goal?"

Yan Shu sighed, feeling that there was little hope. Even though they were some geniuses with good reputations among the teachers, he went to take a look and felt that they were indeed a group of children.

"Forged in ideal colors, it is really an unrealistic future when I think about it now, President."

He smiled bitterly, then raised his head and looked at the top of the Death Arena wrapped in clouds and mist, with a look of wistfulness on his face.

"Who can reach the sky..."

The voice gradually faded away, like a dream voice.

And in the corner of Yuanjing, a fight to the death was coming to an end.

Qi Xiu stopped panting, feeling dizzy and nauseous in his throat, barely keeping his body from falling.

Not long ago, there was a figure with a decayed expression who spit out a mouthful of blood. The madness in his eyes had dissipated. Feeling the body gradually losing its vitality, the visitor chuckled, with some relief in his laughter.

"I'm sorry about that time, but I don't regret what I did."

Qi Xiu looked at the figure in front of him. Wang Jing, who usually looked timid, was standing there calmly and generously, showing no signs of his usual timidity.

"I lost, but it seems like you won't be able to go very far." Wang Jing calmly examined Qi Xiu's condition and then asserted.

"...That's right." Qi Xiu narrowed his eyes and nodded immediately. This is a fact that normal people can see.

In a death match, what is emphasized is the determination to fight to the death and the rationality to deal with various situations, so no rest services will be provided.

In other words, in order to win, everyone must suppress the madness in their hearts and use their own reason to restrain themselves, so as to arrange their physical strength and carry out multiple challenges.

However, when Qi Xiu saw the opponent before, he felt that he was definitely going to lose, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent was surprisingly weak. After careful observation, he realized that Wang Jing was affected not only for some reason, but also that the opponent was surprisingly weak. The magnitude is huge.

Compared to him who could barely maintain his thinking, Wang Jing was more like a manic beast. Although he was powerful, he had no rules, so he was defeated by him, but even so, he had reached the point where he was exhausted.

"As the winner, I will give you a piece of information."

After a while, a mysterious smile appeared on Wang Jing's face. He looked over, a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"You are an ordinary guy, no one else."

"Remember this, that's where you come from."

"You're going to be a great guy in the near future."

"But what does that mean?"

'Wang Jing' smiled, and his figure dispersed like the wind. It was an unpredictable smile, sometimes looking down, sometimes envy, sometimes pity, and finally, it was an indifferent gaze.

Like a reflection, it just stands impartially on the inside and does not exist anywhere.

Qi Xiu shook his head, with a somewhat confused look on his face. What exactly did the other person mean? What is... the ideal color?

He was full of confusion. As for some 'miscellaneous things', he had forgotten them. Maybe he would think of them one day, maybe he wouldn't.

Because this is a trace of transparency.

Colorless and empty, it does not exist.