bookbashuk Chapter 56: Suffering from a Lack of Culture
Chapter 56: Suffering from a Lack of Culture
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you, you?"
When Hongjun brought Qiankun to Kunpeng.
Young Master Qiankun was startled by the four large holes on Kunpeng's body.
"It's alright, I did it on purpose, it doesn't matter."
"Fellow Daoist, you don't know, but Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is both wise and brave, and unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness..."
A good promoter of civility is one who always fulfills their responsibilities.
Xi Yi Dao Ren repeated the same words to Qian Kun, who then bowed and clasped his hands in greeting to Kun Peng.
"As I said before, since I brought you all out here, I must bring you back safely."
Kunpeng continued, "Strictly speaking, I have already betrayed my original intentions, to the point that Fellow Daoist Yangmei..."
Yang Mei didn't die, but her condition was worse than death.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, please don't say that. You have already done your best. Besides, Fellow Daoist Yangmei did not die; it was just a tribulation. How can we improve without tribulations? When Fellow Daoist Yangmei returns, we will definitely make further progress."
Kunpeng also has its own Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.
It was the Daoist Xiyi who could keep Kunpeng from saying anything.
"I hope so..." Kunpeng returned to the main point:
"The reason I invited Fellow Daoist Qiankun here this time is due to the calculations of Fellow Daoist Luohou... There may be a possibility of spacetime collapsing and disintegrating. Qiankun is the combination of heaven and earth and destiny. Even in a collapsing world with a distorted order, it will pause for a while for the sake of heaven and earth and destiny."
It's still pure fabrication based on imagination.
Qiankun Gongzi was stunned by what he said.
I feel like I've been invited to be a pillar of stability; if the paper doll spacetime were to collapse, I hope I can hold it together.
Once things are stabilized, they can easily move things around. Kunpeng is eyeing the space fragments of the paper doll's time and space.
Even the Paper Doll Space, this strange realm of time and space, isn't it just another hourly space-time world?
Let's pull off a big heist and transport the paper figures back to the primordial world.
As long as they pull off this job, even if they don't gain anything in the next seven days, the nine of them can relax in the sun and chat without any pressure.
"I understand."
It's said that the universe is indeed a matter of fact.
This is the mental state of the prehistoric people, at least Kunpeng likes it very much.
The people here are very confident, an enigmatic confidence.
No matter how difficult the task, as long as you tell them you can do it, they will believe you wholeheartedly.
A strong belief can even inspire those who try to persuade others.
For example, right now, Kunpeng believes it.
I believe that Young Master Qiankun will be able to do everything he says he will.
"After all, it's been three days. We've made some progress, but not much. We're counting on this place. We're completely lost in other areas, so it's unlikely we'll find anything."
Kunpeng said to the three of them, "This is to share some of the pressure."
Let's get them wound up tight too, instead of just racking their brains.
"That makes sense!" Xi Yi agreed.
"So when do we take action?"
The young master of Qiankun was motivated.
"No rush. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng and I have already used our supernatural powers inside. It won't be long, maybe a few days at the latest." Kunpeng also had no experience.
"I see?" Qiankun said disappointedly, then asked, "What kind of supernatural power? How is it used?"
"This?" Kunpeng waved his hand. "It's hard to say. I can't just tell everyone about Luo Hou's supernatural abilities without his knowledge, can I?"
"Hmm, that makes sense. Is it wrong to speak without informing us?" Xi Yi said.
"No, no, Fellow Daoist Xiyi, I remember that the Heavenly Dao inheritance left without saying goodbye, didn't it?" Hongjun asked earnestly.
"No, no. The language of the Primordial Era is profound and complex. Fellow Daoist, you must learn to use words and construct sentences, and not rigidly follow the rules. I understand it all too well." Xi Yi acted as if he were a cultured person and knew everything.
"Alright." Hongjun was taken aback.
In terms of culture, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng admires Xiyi, while he himself seems to lack cultural refinement.
It's best not to take things too seriously with "cultural bigwigs," or you'll only end up hurting yourself.
Hongjun suffered from his lack of education.
Xi Yi, who held the power to interpret culture, was invincible at this moment.
Perhaps their conversation eased the tension, for Qiankun Gongzi remained silent, but continued to ponder Kunpeng Daoist's description of Qiankun.
Is the destiny of heaven and earth the same as the universe?
In the vast wilderness, my elegant posture stands out from the crowd, and my outstanding demeanor makes me look down on all others. Isn't this also a kind of elegance of fate and a way of looking down on all others?
Sure enough, it wasn't just me who was carefree, but also fate.
Fate is the most unrestrained thing.
I understand everything now. Yes, it's me, no doubt about it.
The twisted and disordered apocalypse will be a test of fate, and with my explanation of heaven and earth, you truly deserve to be called Fellow Daoist Kunpeng; you understand me so well.
The young master of Qiankun's will... his thoughts took flight.
……
Kunpeng waited until the third day when it was about to end, anxious but not daring to be careless.
I started directing everyone to return; we'll continue guarding tomorrow.
After the storm comes the calm, and the paper figures and bloodshot eyes will eventually fight to the death. When they are both exhausted, that will be the day we reap the rewards.
"Let's call it a day and head back to the wilderness. We'll continue tomorrow."
Kunpeng waved his hand and said to the three of them.
Qiankun was very disappointed, and the wait was unbearable.
I was looking forward to showing off my skills, but all I got was a wrap-up.
"Good things come to those who wait, no need to rush." Kunpeng saw through it.
He patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
"I understand!" Qiankun forced a smile.
"Our tasks tonight are also quite heavy. First, how is Fellow Daoist Yangmei doing? Second, Fellow Daoist Luo Hou is also recuperating from his injuries. Third..."
Xi Yi has already begun to summarize.
He was Kunpeng's designated talent for summarizing, just like the stone slab map he had previously drawn.
Everyone says he's a cultured person, so he takes it seriously; a cultured person should do cultured things.
So he readily agreed and took on the daily summary and organization work. It's been three days now, and he's doing a pretty good job. Everyone feels they made the right choice in him.
"Yes." Kunpeng nodded repeatedly.
Xi Yi's summary and organization are really good; at least they free up some of my mental energy.
I feel much more relaxed now.
only……
To everyone's surprise, when the four of them took the tenth step and entered the ninth step, they were shocked by what they saw.
What did you see?
When did a city appear due north of the passage, and this city looked strange no matter how you looked at it?
It can't even be explained by being bizarre.
What place in this post-apocalyptic world isn't strange?
Instead, it needs to be explained using the concept of horror.
A city that is half-suspended and half-wriggling, a vast coffin that blots out the sky—what's going on?
"Fellow Daoists, fellow Daoists, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have finally returned."
It was as if I had seen a family member.
Since the appearance of this tomb city, Yin Yang, Kun Wu, and Cang Qiong have dared not stay within nine steps and have hidden at the exit of the passage.
Even the most thirsty Yin-Yang Taoist, who could feel himself becoming stronger due to the appearance of the Tomb City, dared not stand within nine steps of the exit.
They were afraid that something unexpected might happen.
"What happened?"
Kunpeng asked nervously.
……