Chapter 22: We need a lot(2/2)
He paused slightly, as if something was brewing, and then continued:
"For example, transcendent utopianism, as the standard for secularization of the kingdom of heaven, how to convey the fantasy of the kingdom of heaven to the present world has always been a problem."
His voice had a calm rhythm, and the surrounding bamboo forest seemed to have become more peaceful because of his tone, as if even the wind had slowed down.
"The kingdom of heaven has two courtyards, nursery and Zhongsi, and there is an unknown place, and there is a compassionate elder who suppresses everything like a saint.
Angels have resolutions and gatherings, other institutions that constrain and help each other, and countless resources, including Eden, Yawei, and three major utopian factions…”
As he said, his eyes gradually becoming more and more solemn. He paused, as if thinking about how to speak and how to convey the complex thoughts in his heart in the simplest language.
"But, my students, what about my courtyard?"
He paused, as if thinking about how to speak and how to convey the complex thoughts in his heart in the simplest language.
"They come from the earth, representing the thousands of different classes of the land of Terra. They have never seen or understood..."
"The misunderstanding of the ocean is boundless, and those who have hope are happy!
I just need to wait for what I don’t know, but I just happen to know what is useless.”
The blonde young man suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to release this thought from his body, and a hot flame ignited in his eyes.
“And what do I want to give to the students?
How should I let them understand me?
How can I get them to follow me?
These will be told to them within this week, and will also take the opportunity to express to you what I really want and what I want, and which faction I really should attribute to in heaven.”
After saying these words, he seemed relieved, and slowly turned around and pointed to the picture on the screen not far away.
"This is my implementation of a basic simulation system through etheric encoding, where players can create, destroy, explore, and they...
——Almost omnipotent.”
Tules frowned, as if he wanted to understand the "game" in front of him more deeply.
It was a pixelated world, with rough blocks forming hills, lakes and trees. You can even see a small pixel man using a simple tool to knock on wooden blocks and pile up a simple house.
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Compared with the seriousness of the program proposed by the Kingdom of Heaven and their life-and-death power struggle with their opponents, the game that the Fourth Sword Holder of Heaven now is not very consistent with the seriousness that he wants to express.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Turs sighed softly, shrugged slightly, and lowered his head silently.
The surrounding bamboo forests rustled under the breeze, and the sun shone on the ground mottledly, as if to gently soothe the vice principal's confusion and confusion.
However, there was no slight relief in his heart, but instead he felt helpless and heavy.
He spread his hands, his eyes showing some helplessness:
"I originally thought that with your personality and style, you would give students 'chicken soup' from the beginning, and then enter the courtyard and enter the ultimate topic that students have to face - how to face death."
“——The Ivy War is destined to bring death.”
His voice was low, and the scene in front of him had a strong contrast with his thoughts.
Originally, he thought that the principal of the courtyard would first inject some cold and realistic knowledge into the students and lead them to face death - after all, the Ivy War is a huge challenge that almost every student entering the courtyard will encounter, facing death,
It is the gap that every extraordinary person must cross during his growth process.
However, Xia Xiu did not respond as heavily as he expected.
"Turs..."
Xia Xiu's voice was like the warm sunshine that penetrated the shadow of the bamboo forest, calm and confident, with a hint of indescribable power.
Instead of turning to look at Touls, he walked slowly forward, his steps light and calm.
He was going toward his students, because the students were coming toward him.
"The war we will face in the future is not just the ivy, but countless catastrophes that we cannot foresee."
"We need a lot of things - these things are not just material, not just force, but also theoretical knowledge."
His voice gradually became higher, and a nearly intense desire appeared in his eyes.
"We and them both need faith, the sense of abundance and security accumulated over countless years, and the clear and clear relationships between different classes."
“You must have emotional roots that are longer than you can remember in order to maintain the power to move forward in the darkness of the future.
You must remember every unforgettable festival on this land - whether it is Christmas covered with ice and snow or a hot summer festival;
I remember the most beautiful men and women in the courtyard, their smiles are like the rising sun, warm and fresh;
I remember the small coffee shop on the streets of Miyu Square that made me feel at ease. The lazy afternoon sun shines on the table through the curtains, accompanied by the aroma of coffee, evoking endless peace and thoughts."
He paused for a moment, lowered his head as if he was thinking of a detail, and then continued:
"They also need to remember the fat uncle who always smiles in the beer house in their hometown, the solemnity and romance of every wedding in the city hall, the joy and friends who once accompanied you to laugh happily, and the grandpa's lips
Bian Weiwei's beard...
Remember these warm details, caress the past memories, and let every memory detail remind yourself that all this exists to welcome a bigger future."
"We need a lot of things to mortgage the...less of the war."
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This is the first time that the clerk, Araz Trinkas, met their principal, Hugh Abraham, the fourth sword-holder from the kingdom of heaven, the future world supervisor.
Before him, the clerk had only heard of this legendary figure. It was rumored that he was one of the most noble angels in the kingdom of heaven, carrying countless rumors that he was one of the symbols of extraordinary power and wisdom.
However, at this moment, the blonde young man in front of him was very different from the sacred image he imagined.
Hugh Abraham stood in front of everyone, tall, gentle temperament, and an approachable smile on the corner of his mouth.
He is not like himself who is the tall god in the [Infinite Train], but an ordinary human...
——Humans who are consistent with their appearance and their thoughts.
His blonde hair shone like a warm glow in the sunshine. He smiled brightly at every student, shook hands, and talked. The sincerity and care made every student feel unconditionally accepted and understood.
Araz looked at the principal in front of him and felt a little surprised.
Unlike the divine pressure of a sense of distance, the blonde young man in front of him, Hugh Abraham, was like an ordinary young man, like the mentor and elder he met every time, with a calm smile and
He talked, his words were filled with friendship and understanding.
When it was Araz's turn to shake hands with the principal, he was a little nervous and his heart beat slightly faster.
When he held that hand, he suddenly realized that Hugh Abraham's hand was as gentle as jade, warm and powerful.
“Araz Trilinkas…”
Hugh Abraham chanted his name softly, his voice as clear as a spring.
At that moment, Araz's heart beat suddenly paused, as if some kind of force connected him to the man in an instant.
A deep light flowed in the principal's golden eyes, and his eyes were filled with sincerity and expectation.
He looked at Araz and whispered:
"Have you decided on what you want to record and what you are there?"
Araz felt an inexplicable shock. He looked at the sincerity revealed by the other party's golden eyes, and said blessed to his heart:
Chapter completed!