Volume 6: Summer Chapter 32 Fighting
Jiang You continued to talk to himself, "He didn't bring it back with soy sauce."
"What?"
"He found his way in on his own," Jiang You whispered in her ear, "A little scary, isn't it?"
Tang Butian turned her head away.
They stopped again.
Vehicles shuttled through the streets, and the light from the car lights and street lamps merged and intertwined.
"After Sheng Soy Wave came back, he hung out with Sheng Soy for a while, but then no one knew where he went," Jiang You let go of his hand and took a small step back. "There's no one out there communicating with him, let alone adding friends or chatting in a group. We can't even speak the same language, so we just fight when we meet, and we're not dead after the fight."
"Then how do you communicate?" Tang Butian asked.
"It depends on your intuition."
Jiang You saw Tang Butian pursed her lips, and he chuckled, "I'm not sure how he knew me and how he found me. Tang Butian, there's nothing outside."
"I don't understand."
"Beyond the rules is chaos and disorder, and in chaos and disorder, some , forming some stable structures. Most of these structures will dissipate in the turbulence and return to disorder. A very small number of them can absorb energy, gradually gain consciousness, and grow up. Of course, most of these few will die before they become strong enough, dying in the storm or being eaten by their own kind."
Jiang You reached out and grabbed a strand of Tang Butian's hair and played with it in his hand. "Those strong ones who survived were unwilling to die. They would create some worlds according to the structure of their own bodies, or some rules that can resist the erosion of disordered energy, just like humans build houses to avoid wind and rain. But these worlds will always collapse, shatter and dissipate at a certain moment."
"Why?"
"There's no reason. It's like an ant. It walks the same path every day. It walks for many days and is always safe. But," Jiang You took a step forward, "it just got trampled to death on that path. There's no reason why."
Jiang You and Tang Butian got very close.
Tang Butian felt some heat emanating from his body, mixed with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and food. When she subconsciously wanted to step back, Jiang You grabbed her shoulders and she raised her head.
The light from the street lamp is reflected on the lenses of the black-framed glasses.
"He found me, quietly worked his way into my rules, and even learned my language, just to ask a few questions."
Tang Butian looked at Jiang You without blinking.
"Why are your eyes so wide open?" Jiang You asked her with his head down.
"What did he ask?"
"He may have tampered with my memory, but..." Jiang You dragged out his voice a little, "If there is a reward, I can try to think about it."
Tang Butian pursed her lips, and the wooden sword suddenly slipped out of her hand and was placed on Jiang You's shoulder. She took a step back and kept some distance.
"It's been a year, and I really miss it a little ." Jiang You pinched the blade with his fingers and moved it away from his shoulder.
Tang Butian lowered the hand holding the knife.
"He asked me how I could survive."
A trace of confusion flashed across Tang Butian's eyes.
"Out there, if you're gone, you're gone. There are no descendants to continue the bloodline, no heirs, and no need to make a will to divide the property. It's quite peaceful," Jiang You thought for a moment, "I have to make more money and save some money. If I want to pursue art in the future, I'll have to hire a teacher to teach me, go out to sketch, collect materials, and visit exhibitions. These are all places where I'll spend money."
"Is he strong?"
"That depends on your definition of strong."
"Can you beat him?" Tang Butian asked directly.
"I can't even beat him with my skills..."
"Jiang You!" Tang Butian was a little angry.
Jiang You's speech speed became faster. He said: "It's okay outside, but it's troublesome here."
"Where's the trouble?"
"I don't know what he wants to do, what he has done, and what he will do next," Jiang You looked at the flashing neon lights on the tall buildings in the distance, "but Tang Bu Tian, you only need to remember one thing."
"What?"
"That's right. No matter how long he has been planning, this is your home ground," Jiang You explained to Tang Butian bit by bit. "Guan Nuo is a junior that Zhuang Zekun values. The results he calculates will be taken seriously. Discover them early and give them attention. Don't waste your time. Unite the forces that can be united. There is nothing to be afraid of."
"So you plotted against Guan Nuo?"
"Isn't fishing expedition a tradition of our Special Operations Group?"
He heard the sound of the wooden sword trembling slightly, and he quickly said, "If you are worried, you can come and help protect the law when the time comes."
"What's your stance?" Tang Butian asked.
"You are my leader, I will definitely follow you." Jiang You showed his loyalty.
"I want to believe you."
"Then believe it. How about coming back with me to become the Saint of the Spider Cult?" Jiang You reached out and pinched her cheek. He successfully saw her eyes widen again. "Okay, I'm going back. Remember to come to the exhibition on Children's Day. Don't forget the date."
…
Tang Butian watched Jiang You get into the taxi.
The car drove forward, passed a traffic light , and soon disappeared from her sight.
She touched her cheek.
After walking a dozen steps towards where she lived with the wooden sword in her hand, she stopped, turned around and ran quickly.
Her hair flew up as she walked.
…
Zhuang Zekun opened the door and looked at Tang Butian standing in front of the door. He concealed the surprise in his eyes and asked, "Xiao Tang, it's so late, what happened?"
Tang Butian clenched the knife handle tightly with her fingers. She said, "I want to fight. You owe me three beatings."
Zhuang Zekun sighed helplessly, and he made way for Tang Butian to walk in. After closing the door, he said, "Xiao Tang, I don't want to..."
Tang Butian looked at him and asked, "Fight or not?"
Zhuang Zekun looked at her for a few seconds, then he said, "Since you are here, follow me."
Tang Butian followed Zhuang Zekun into the study. She watched Zhuang Zekun knock on the bookshelf a few times, and the bookshelf moved to the side to create a door that one person could pass through.
"It's a relatively stable space inside. It's not big and can only withstand my daily practice."
Zhuang Zekun brought Tang Butian in.
Inside is a green area the size of a football field. Outside the green area is thick clouds, through which the shadows of mountains can be vaguely seen.
Just as Zhuang Zekun was about to make some introductions, the wooden sword attacked his face. He hurriedly dodged to the side and blocked it with his hand. The wooden sword seemed to be able to predict his movements, always disrupting his steps at the moment of his attack, forcing him to change his moves.
After more than ten moves, Zhuang Zekun's expression became serious.
