Chapter 340: Pull yourself off the altar

Chen Feng's reaction to Meng Ying was expected.
In a sense, the book "Feng Lei" is indeed "uglifying" his image.
The world has regarded the sage Chen Feng as a saint-like totem, and as the insurmountable peak of human wisdom from ancient times to the present, that is a god-like existence.
But if he said that his great contribution was what he "stealed" from his dreams, although this did not damage his merits, nor could he deny his efforts, but his talent fell from God to man, no longer so high-altitude, more grounded Anger, more close to the people.
But most people in the world are unacceptable.
Since Yu Mengying's research on "The Crisis of the Compound Eyes" is so profound, then she is undoubtedly also the brain under the...hardcore fans.
Angry, that's right.
Chen Feng shoved his hand downward, "Be calm, so I said that the author of this book only knows one part, but not the other part. Have you ever thought that the so-called dream state of Chen Feng, a sage, is really parallel? A thousand years after the world?"
Yu Mengying: "Well? What do you mean?"
Chen Feng played a trick here, so as not to circumvent things into his own plight.
This time everyone's ideas are so deep-rooted, and there is no battlefield to show him the operation. He is really too lazy to play with the world to make any logical speculations. Then he can be tossed to death, or it is natural.
"If you think about it again, if you combine the films and games of "Feng Lei" and "The Crisis of the Compound Eyes", all three carriers are combined? Do you think the logic of this story is smooth?"
Yu Mengying thought for a long time, "You mean, Xianzhe didn't dream, but really went to the future after the parallel world, and then got that knowledge, and then supplemented the 21st century? And Xianzhe really experienced the end of extinction ? And also tried five times according to "Feng Lei"?"
Chen Feng smiled, "You understand."
"No...no...impossible, you're kidding. Even if you bypass the paradox of time with parallel spacetime, parallel spacetime doesn't exist."
Chen Feng replied, "Science can be falsified, can it be said that parallel space-time does not exist?"
Yu Mengying: "But it can't prove the existence of parallel space-time!"
"Well, then we assume that this story is not true. But since others can write "Feng Lei" to describe the life of Xian Zhe, why can't we create another one, which fits the background of "Feng Lei" and can reverse Xian Zhe What about the new story of the image?"
"Think about it, an ordinary person who continues to the end, fights to death, and then returns to the twenty-first century, trying to use his own efforts to change the tragic tragedy of parallel time and space. Even if his talent is no longer so amazing , But is his spirit of unyielding struggle more worthy of praise? Then, did the pessimism conveyed in your story find another carrier of sustenance?"
"The sages in the story are unfortunately like that, and he can still bear it. Should we learn more of his spirit rather than worship his talent? Can such a story save some fallen to the lost city again? People? Can we wake up more people in the external environment who are willing to be destiny and just want to be a screw?"
Chen Feng cracked a big pass.
Yu Mengying was silent and stared at Chen Feng for a long time.
For a moment, she felt that Chen Feng was talking about himself.
Tens of thousands of people in the Ares Research Institute have similar opinions.
Although Chen Feng is talking about other people's stories, his tone, heartbeat, micro-expression, and blood circulation seem to be elaborating another sentence.
"I am him."
These words were not spoken by Chen Feng himself, but others read from him.
The taste is different.
Chen Feng played a trick here.
The same thing, speaking directly from other populations, may be hard to win trust from people.
But if you realize it yourself, the simple and complex process of self-persuasion begins.
Yu Mengying was tired of playing a dumb puzzle with Chen Feng to match the God of War plan, and asked directly: "So, what do you mean, Captain Chen? What do you want to express?"
Chen Feng smiled and asked, "You have always been immersed in the cosmic wisdom you get to write stories. Now I share the cosmic wisdom I got with you. Then we will tell a good story again. As I said, renew Create a story that meets the needs of the times, analyzes the enemy, and inspires the mind, and transforms the deified sage Chen Feng into a mortal with a broader learning significance."
"The deification of a great man is meaningless. Deification means detachment and non-copyability. Man is always a person and cannot imitate God. But the great does not want to be worshipped by future generations, but only wants to be learned by future generations. The model of human learning is the greatest contribution that the great can make to civilization after death."
"When future generations built huge statues in every city, pushed the ancient great man onto the altar, and distinguished him from his clan, he actually deviated from the original intention of the great man. So let's not explore the truth of the story , That’s not important. Don’t you say it yourself? We are just a storyteller, we think our story is useful for the times, don’t care about the truth.

Yu Mengying swallowed secretly.
He is serious.
He really wanted to pull the sage down to the altar!
Yu Mengying never thought that someone in the world would say such outlandish words.
If it is time to change and another person, she will definitely call the police on the spot and quickly catch this person to the military court.
However, Chen Feng had the same name and a face exactly like the sage, and was selected by the God of War as the most likely heir to the mission of the second sage.
"But...but this may cause unknown consequences and even cause huge riots."
Yu Mengying shook, and said slowly.
Chen Feng suddenly angered, "What a joke! He has passed away for nine hundred years! What is the point of blindly worshipping a long-dead god! Give him as many statues as he can jump to help us cut down the invaders Is it useful to visit his museum every day?"
"Human civilization must grasp its own destiny and break through the cosmic cage. What we should not expect is the ancient gods thousands of years ago. What we can count on are all the soldiers who are still training day and night today, and all the scientific researchers who work in Godadain, All the laborers fighting in their respective positions!"
"If there must be miracles to save mankind, then it must not be Chen Feng thousands of years ago, but the entire civilization composed of everyone who is alive today. Only the strength of all mankind is the real divine power!"
"When the war started, it wasn't the ancient gods who rushed to fight and killed us, the warriors! And all the fellows who worked for the warriors! What is the riot? What is the pull out of the worship of the gods? What I want is to tell plainly Everyone, if human beings want to worship, worship themselves like the sage Chen Feng who struggled for life!"
Ding!
Yu Mengying was evaluated for the execution of the Ares plan.
SSS level!
The staff of the Ares Research Institute burst into tears.
Although Captain Chen Feng's words were extremely outlandish, in a sense, he was awakened.
This is the leadership consciousness that everyone wants.
No one can think of the execution of the Ares plan so smoothly.
In just one day, Captain Chen Feng found a way to ignite people's hearts and raise the fighting spirit of civilization to the next stage.
Pull the godlike sage down to the altar!
Instead of looking up to God with the idea of ​​advocating people!
It turned out that we were really wrong.
He did get a hint from the sage.
This is what the sage expected before he died?
Another hope came to the minds of the Ares Institute staff.
Although he is not the reincarnation of the sage, but if he can really get the deeper care of the wisdom of the universe as he said, that would be great!
Three days later, Chen Feng, who extended the holiday, and Yu Mengying and his team appeared on the outskirts of No. 1 Lost City.
As the first lost city to be established, No. 1 is the largest, covering an area of ​​about 300 square kilometers, with a total population of 17 million people.
From the outside, this lost city looks just like an ordinary city, with high-rise buildings and a sense of modern technology.
However, the number of pedestrians traveling around the city is much lower than that of ordinary cities, and it seems a bit lonely and lonely.
Yu Mengying: "Lieutenant Chen, wait for you to come in, please be careful not to talk to people easily."
"why?"
"The people in this city... are kind of evil."
Chen Feng: "Oh? You say so? Didn't many people fall in after watching your show?"
"My work is only responsible for guiding, and my original intention is also positive, but everyone's views on things will always be different. How their thinking will develop afterwards is beyond my control. I actually don't want to send it in alone. "
Chen Feng smiled, "The diversity of people's hearts is not so mysterious."
A team of about a hundred people stepped into the city and met many people along the way.
These people don't look terrible, even sparse and ordinary, all smiles, they haven't been idle all day.
Some people still hold a portable industrial control remote terminal in their hands to monitor and debug some artificial intelligence parameters on the assembly line at any time.
In addition, the stereoscopic projection in front of people is continuously broadcasting a variety of complex formulas. His fingers and line of sight are rapidly changing. The knowledge in front is being digested by him.
Chen Feng shouted in a glance, and he must be a doctor.
There are really many of them.
After staying at the hotel, Chen Feng wondered: "It's a lost city, but how do I think these people are still quite aggressive?"
Yu Mengying: "That's because it's still daytime, you will know when the sun goes down."
Chen Fengwu didn't believe in evil, and ran out alone first.
He came to Jiexin Park where Fang Cai was passing by. The gray-haired doctor was still there.
Chen Feng leaned over, "Hello."
Dr. Bai Fa raised his head and smiled at him, "Hello."
After speaking, the man immediately returned his gaze to the projection in front of him.
Chen Feng glanced at it, but found that the scholar in front of him seemed familiar.
It was actually about the method of activating particle bombs. It has been deduced to the stage of special frequency fluctuations, but it has not yet been able to calculate the specific wave frequency and details, but the overall direction is correct.
Short tone, ultra-high frequency, ultra-short wavelength...
The calculated wave frequency change has shown a clear pattern, and it seems to have gone in the same direction as the sound in Chen Feng's memory.
People in this era can do it to such a degree~EbookFREE.me~ Chen Feng is very pleased.
But he was very helpless, and he had overclocking short tones in his mind. He knew that no matter how hard the doctor in front, no matter how talented he was, he could not succeed.
Because the details of overclocking short tones are not regular at all, no matter how complicated the laws of human beings are, they are in the wrong direction from the beginning.
"Are you?"
"Don't disturb me, friend. I only need one step to succeed."
The researcher looked back at Chen Feng and said firmly.
"Ah, alright."
Chen Feng got up and left.
He then briefly exchanged two sentences with many people.
At the beginning of the conversation, these people are normal, but once involved in the plight that traps them, these people will inexplicably become stubborn.
Chen Feng returned to the hotel with nothing.
Now he understands what Yu Mengying means by evil.
I chatted for a while, as if he were going to be horny.
It was getting late, and the sunset was about to be completed.
Chen Feng had dinner in his room, walked out the door, and bumped into Yu Mengying, who was overlooking the sunset, on the balcony.
She smiled back, "It's about to start."
Her voice just fell.
The sun suddenly went down.
The next second, the indescribable cry of tears rang loudly in the lost city.
The inconsistent rumbling sounds seemed to be dull and thunderous, one after another, endless, like a ghost crying and howling.
Many people rushed into the street in a frantic manner, and they fought together when they met, and they started very fiercely.
White therapeutic robots in the air swarmed out to fight fire everywhere.
During the day, the seemingly ordinary city atmosphere suddenly became a torn horror painting.