Humans are social animals, so few people can endure a lonely life that is isolated from the world for a long time. Perhaps some people will long for the beautiful artistic conception of the mountains and valleys in poetry, but if you really throw an ordinary person into a similar environment, within half a year, even if you are not eaten by wild animals or starved to death, your spirit is already close to the brink of collapse.

Xia Lan doesn't like to avoid the world because avoiding the world is a very mental test. He has not completely abandoned the seven emotions and six desires to transform into a god. For him, avoiding the world is just a need and a purpose.

Sometimes when you encounter the trouble of not knowing the situation in the game, you might as well jump out of the game and look around the whole story to see the cause and effect of things.

In the months after Berant left, Xia Lan never met anyone else. He knew that the outside world must be very wonderful at this time, but no matter how exciting it was, it had nothing to do with him. The world never stopped turning because of the lack of anyone. This is the truth that he only understood after spending puberty in his previous life.

Recently, he was having a dream, a strange and bizarre dream.

Usually dreams are separate, short, and easily forgotten, but the dreams he has are like a series without intervals. The plot contents briefly show the memories of his experiences in his previous life.

He didn't know why he had this dream, nor did he know the specific meaning of this dream.

I heard that a person will have a sudden appearance of life before his death. So will his dream be a kind of memorial to his previous life?

He never follows the root of things that are too complicated and philosophical. In his concept, thinking about meaningless things is a waste of time. Perhaps because of his long loneliness, his thoughts will inevitably extend divergently to boring things.

Life in the mountains is quiet, and it may be attributed to the fact that the place he chose is really remote. Generally, hunters will not go deep into the dangerous forbidden zone, otherwise Berrant would not have found him for two weeks. He can find ancient species of original ecological conditions in many places, and some history can even be traced back to a distant period of ignorance.

The long-term living here made him start to live like a savage, with his hair scattered and his clothes scattered. There were only a rough bed made of dry wood and hay in the resting wooden house. If a familiar person met him, it would be difficult to recognize him at a glance.

Anyone who doesn’t care about food and clothing and is too lazy to organize his image will naturally become like this. The beggar on the street is the best comparison template. The only difference between the two may be the mental outlook.

Beggars are avoided by everyone, while savages are also avoided by everyone. The difference is that the former is disgusting and the latter is feared.

There are very few things to be enjoyed in the mountains. When you are free during the day, Xia Lan will integrate his skills and knowledge of his past practice by practicing swordsmanship, and try to get rid of the abilities granted by the system to obtain his own power. The Book of Golden has become an important reliance for him.

The night fades, feeling the cold wind that suddenly drops in the forest, listening to the sound of insects and beasts, sitting in front of the fire, looking up at the bright purple moon in the starry sky, emptying the loneliness of the soul, calming down the glitz of the heart, forgetting the changes of the world, forgetting the vast world, fading with the past, and falling asleep with the dreams.

Dreams are still familiar dreams. The longer the dreams are, the more difficult it is for Xia Lan to distinguish between the self inside and outside the dreams.

He does not deny himself in his previous life, he denies himself in his previous life.

There was a famous Theseus paradox in my previous life. Suppose that a ship that could sail on the sea for hundreds of years would be replaced as long as a piece of wood rotted. When all the wood on the ship was replaced, is this ship still the original ship?

It turned out that he would not think about this kind of problem at all, but when such an example happened to him, he couldn't help thinking.

He is Xia Lan, but can you say he is Xia Xun from his previous life? First of all, the difference between personality and personality denies this. However, he is not Xia Lan, who is he? So the question has returned to the starting point.

who I am?

The ultimate question is extended to the ultimate question of philosophy.

Is this question important?

Not all questions have answers, perhaps the question is more important than the answer. Since he can think about this question, it is enough to show whether this question is important or not.

As a personality that was split after experiencing severe psychological trauma, Xia Lan now has a strong sense of self. I am Xia Lan and Xia Lan is me. In fact, no one can change it.

He is not Xia Xun, because his true personality belonging to Xia Xun is dead.

He is Xia Xun, just because he inherited Xia Xun's skin and memories.

In fact, it is very simple to figure out this question, as long as he knows who he is in his self-awareness.

The only difference between him and the Ship of Theseus is that he is conscious, while the Ship of Theseus does not.

So he knew who he was, but the ship of Theseus could only be discussed by others.

When he completely recognized himself, his mind felt as if he had received a profound baptism, and his whole body felt a transformation. At this moment, he was free from the past and transcends the present.

Not long after, he walked out of the deep mountains and forests that were secluded in the world and headed north.

When passing through the Thorne Lake defense line, the cruel war completely destroyed the land he remembered. The collapsed city walls were covered with traces of fighting with swords, guns and arrows, as if they were silently talking about sadness. The burned houses and rubble everywhere formed shocking huge ruins. The prosperity that had passed by left behind a pale pale creature with desolation.

Stepping on the streets that were stained with blood, the sounds of despair and sorrow echoed in my ears. The foul corpses scattered around were permeating the last scene of the human purgatory. The sunshine in the sky was brilliant, but it could not be wiped away the haze buried here.

Seeing this, I wonder if he would regret his departure.

Unfortunately, there was no slight emotional fluctuation on his indifferent face.

Maybe he has become accustomed to it, or maybe he has never thought about this problem at all.

From afar, he suddenly heard the creaking sound of the wheels turning hard. Looking along the sound, he saw a hunched figure in his sight. Out of curiosity, he walked forward, but saw an old man in his twilight years pushing a flatbed car with a body with difficulty.

The flatbed car stopped because the old man saw Xia Lan.

"Hello, young man."

The old man said with a gentle smile on his weathered face.

"Hello." Xia Lan nodded and responded.

"Have you just escaped?" the old man asked, looking at his disheveled appearance.

"I just came out of the mountains, where are you?" Xia Lan said.

"I am burying countless dead souls here." The old man pointed to the terrible corpse on the flatbed cart and said, "I turned out to be a tomb guard in a nearby cemetery. A few days ago, the Heather Empire attacked the guards here and set fire to slaughter. I should have died here too, but the emperor spared my life. Perhaps, they thought it was not necessary to do it themselves, and I, the old guy, was not long."

"You are so lucky." Xia Lan said.

"Yes, I'm so lucky. Everyone here died, but I survived." As the old man said, tears flowed out from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and his voice was filled with endless sadness. "When I wandered here in a daze and saw the devastated scene of corpses everywhere, I suddenly realized that the meaning of my survival was to bury them who had no place to die."

"Do you have hatred in your heart?" Xia Lan asked.

"I don't have hatred in my heart, because hatred has no meaning to me anymore. If hatred can revive the dead and avoid tragedy, I will naturally have hatred in my heart. However, hatred cannot change these reality, hatred will only destroy myself." The old man shook his head and said, "Are you full of hatred after asking this sentence?"

"It used to be, but now it's gone." Xia Lan smiled rare. "Because I can't find the meaning of hatred either."

"Young man, where are you going next?" The old man hunched his lower back and held his hands on the handlebar of the flatbed. "Do you need to go to my place to rest?"

"Thank you for your kindness." Xia Lan shook her head and declined: "Next I'm going to go to Revelation Mountain."

"Revelation Mountain...Young man, do you know that there is a very dangerous battlefield now?" the old man reminded worriedly.

"I know, but I have to go there." Xia Lanyao looked to the north and said, "Because, there is an answer I am looking for."

"Is this answer more important than your life?" the old man asked.

"I think, yes." Xia Lan smiled again. "Everyone has the meaning of living in this world, doesn't it?"

"Young man, I wish you good luck and may you be blessed with glory."

The old man stopped talking, and after sending his blessing, he pushed up the flatbed cart and left staggeringly.

He turned around and looked at the old man's back until the other party gradually disappeared from the end of his sight, and he set off again.

On the road of life, you will always walk on strange roads, see strange scenery, and meet strangers. Your thoughts and ideas change unknowingly with time. Maybe it is one day, or maybe it is a certain unintentional moment, so that you will understand the meaning of your life.

He knew how dangerous the end point in the north was. In fact, he could continue to live in seclusion in the mountains and observe the changes in the situation, because the answers he sought would appear sooner or later.

But he didn't, just because he wanted to witness the twisted history walking on a forked road and the conjectures in his heart.

Maybe this will be a journey of disappointment, or a journey of death.

But some things are destined to be full of meaning, and even if you don’t want to face them, you cannot avoid this fact.
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