My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun was startled,

Wen Ce Tianzun Chen Nianzi worked so hard to revive Chen Weizhu, even at all costs, even his life,

But now the situation is reversed, Chen Weizhu doesn't want to revive Chen Nianzi?

May I know why? Fu Qingjun asked.

Chen Weizhu smiled, her expression was still indifferent, Is she the resurrected one?

Fu Qingjun was silent.

Yes, from the perspective of the true spirit, everyone's soul imprint in the universe is unique, and the true spirit is still the true spirit.

Chen Weizhu said softly: If it is to reset the universe, and then read the true spirit data stored in the universe wall, it is equivalent to making him come back to life. The same body, the same soul, is it really her?

Fu Qingjun already vaguely knew what she was going to say,

I don't think so, at least not the real her I know.

Chen Weizhu's voice was deathly flat: The one I know is the one who became Wen Ce Tianzun. She is innocent and cute on the outside, but decisive and ruthless on the inside, and she is extremely mature. She is not a really ignorant girl. To me, it’s just another person who’s similar.”

And she resurrected me because the me she knew was the me when I was a young girl, so to her, the me who was resurrected to that era is my real resurrection.

Fu Qingjun already understood her thoughts,

Because of his experience, Wen Ce Tianzun is very special,

It is impossible to reset the past universe and resurrect her in that young age,

Because even if Chen Nianzi who was a teenager was resurrected, that ignorant palace servant who picked up dung, that was not the real Wen Ce Tianzun, not the person Chen Weizhu knew in this era.

It was just a genius girl with the same appearance who was really innocent and ignorant.

Fu Qingjun was also silent in his heart, and a question erupted in his heart, Do you remember? Living alone, what is the real self?

If he died, then a clone with exactly the same flesh and blood would be his own rebirth?

If he died, or was he reborn as a creature with the same soul?

Or, this is no longer my own, the real rebirth is to have my own unique life and memory!

If this is the case, is the fake Wen Ce Tianzun the real Wen Cetian respecting life?

He has the memory and experience of Wen Ce Tianzun,

Not right either.

False news Ce Tianzun is obviously different,

Although he has the same past memory, his own personality and way of dealing with the world are different.

This is the difference between the same memory and different souls.

Based on this conjecture, perhaps, true rebirth, flesh and blood, true spirit, and memory are all indispensable.

Then, there is a more special operation:

Reset the long river of time, call out the young Chen Nianzi, and then copy the memory of the fake Wen Ce Tianzun now, delete, delete and delete the memory fragments that Wen Ce Tianzun just sent to him,

Then it is flesh and blood, true spirit, and memory combined into one,

But, is that really Wen Ce Tianzun's rebirth?

Fu Qingjun still had doubts in his heart, and he couldn't say it for a while.

After all, what is real life?

The topic seems to come back to the fact that the universe is a dead thing, we are all dead people, and we have never really lived.

More probably, we have always been living people, and the reason why we feel that we are dead is because we feel that our life is not exciting enough, a lifeless pool of stagnant water, and life is a pool of stagnant water, but we think this is not really alive.

The Taizu emperors of all dynasties always thought that they were dead, and it was a joke to pursue real life and real freedom.

matryoshka,

No matter which way of thinking, they are constantly nesting dolls,

The universe is really wonderful,

No matter how you understand it, you can't know which layer it is really on, whether we are alive or dead, and what do we mean to the universe?

Fu Qingjun smiled, perhaps only by entering the eighth level, the legendary ultimate realm, in that dimension, can one know the true secrets of the universe, right?

That's not the real her after all.

Chen Weizhu caressed the tombstone, revealing a touch of complexity, and said: I am afraid, extremely afraid of another completely different her, wearing her body and skin, destroying the memory in my heart, and instead of doing this, it is better to put She will always remain in my heart.

Fu Qingjun completely understood Chen Weizhu's seemingly absurd decision, not resurrecting Wen Ce Tianzun,

She was afraid, and she also knew that because of the special nature of Wen Ce Tianzun, it was not the real Wen Ce Tianzun resurrected, even if he forced it, it was just a substitute puppet, a doll for her comfort.

That Chen Nianzi lost that experience,

Only that kind of real experience can shape that cosmic emperor Wen Ce Tianzun, with unique aura and temperament, he is the most black-bellied No. 1 Tianzun that Fu Qingjun and Chen Weizhu have known together.

Wen Ce Tianzun is dead after all.

Fu Qingjun suddenly looked up at the sky. Although he hadn't really communicated much in his heart, he still had the feeling of being an irreversible friend. The man behind the scenes with fluttering white clothes, the man who once smiled and told him that he wanted to play chess, was already part of his life. The most important bosom friend.

I see.

Sorry, I can't do anything for you after all.

If one day I can do it, I will go and resurrect the real him for you.

Fu Qingjun sighed, looked at Chen Weizhu guarding the tombstone, didn't bother her anymore, but turned away after chatting like an old friend.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Fu Qingjun walked out of this huge cemetery.

it's over.

All the wars are over, I overthrew all the rot... No, it was the little trumpet who overthrew all the rot, including me, and there are no enemies in this world anymore.

Fu Qingjun walked all the way out, looking at the new ultimate heavens around him.

He didn't want to drink with these celestial beings, and went down to earth again, walking among the galaxies, observing the common people of the new era, and the planetary civilizations of the galaxies in the new era.

He stopped and stopped in this way, spent a lot of civilization along the way, saw the sorrows and joys of mortals and life and death, and felt a lot of peace in his heart, so he kept walking like this until the end of the celebration banquet of Tianzun.

Thus, Fu Qingjun returned to the Heavenly Court.

It's time to officially start. Assign seats and start doing business. Fu Qingjun entered the palace and looked at the little trumpet who was wearing an imperial robe and was sleeping soundly.

Little trumpet, I want to listen to the music. Fu Qingjun patted her face and said.

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