Superpowers of Sky City

Chapter 329 Heavenly Myth, Human Drama

There is a classic image of a hero in the story of the imperial story. They are often handsome, with round arms and a thick waist, with a beautiful beard on their chin, wearing strong clothes or armor, and their temperament highlights a powerful, non-angry Self-prestige.Just by listening to the description, one can imagine a muscular man with five big and three thick, with a frightening look in his eyes.There is a common synonym for this kind of strong man, which is called the eight-foot man.

In ancient times, eight feet was about [-] meters in modern times. Even if he was not a tall hat, Captain Situ should have this height, but he didn't give Gongsun Ce any sense of "majestic" or "mighty".He has slender eyebrows and long eyes, a handsome appearance, and a mysterious smile like an invisible portrait; his skin is sickly pale, his limbs are surprisingly slender, and he is wearing a long white gown with wide sleeves, tall and thin The clothes are propped up by the head, like a huge illusory ghost floating in the air, without any real sense of existence.You look at this man and wonder if you've been caught in a nightmare, allowing this grotesque image to appear in a reality that wasn't a dream.

Situ Yi bowed slightly and reached out to him.He is obviously a man from the Empire, but he speaks a standard lingua franca, and his words and sentences are exaggerated like characters in a kingdom drama: "Young man from the same country, why did you come here?"

(Respond truthfully and don't be nervous.)
Ailandia's voice sounded in his heart. Gongsun Ce looked around and found that people were bypassing him and Situ Yi. He guessed that the other party might have used some method to hide their hearing.He cleared his throat and changed his tone: "So that Mr. Commander may know that I am here on a case. There is a woman named Jane Diella, a Knight of Righteousness of the Knights. Dawn A good follower of the knight. This woman committed madness last night, not only committed the crime of theft, but also blamed it on innocent people."

Situ Yi closed his eyes and lamented: "The river of Superpeia will also be frozen because of her foolish actions, and the seven sacred bells will ring angrily because of her shameful framing. This glamorous and good knight has become The evil villain that everyone despises, the world is really unpredictable, and life is full of sorrows and joys."

(I rely on him to be very professional, and the little ink in my stomach can't hold it anymore.)
(Mr. Gongsun, you can communicate with him normally.)
(Do you know how to negotiate? Whoever shows cowardice first loses.)
Gongsun Ce looked serious, and said: "Your words are correct and true, like the eternally shining sun, applicable to all ages and countries. But the sunrise and sunset in the sky have their inner truths, and people on the earth do evil things even more. There is a hidden reason. The female knight held a strange oil lamp when she was doing evil. It is not difficult to guess that this lamp gave her a reason to act. And following the hidden traces in the incident, I found the inside of your troupe .”

Situ Yi covered his face with his long sleeves, and said in a mournful voice: "The female knight in the inner city committed the crime, but she was held accountable by the troupe in the eastern district? A heavy crime fell from the sky! The night-like stigma fell on me!"

(What do you say, Elandia?)
(There are mixed fish and dragons in the Dust Cult. First investigate the origin of the light, and then consider the next move according to the situation.)
Gongsun Ce pushed down his glasses, and said slowly: "Your thinking is too advanced, and your forecast is even more pessimistic. There are so many talented people in such a big troupe, if everyone's actions are blamed on you, I'm afraid you We have to do one hundred more good deeds and one hundred more evil deeds every day. All we want to investigate is the origin of the oil lamp. A question from the troupe? I guarantee that I will abide by the etiquette and protect your dignity like protecting your own face."

"Your words seem sweet, but your hidden intentions are unpredictable. Don't say that I treat a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain, but let me tell you my doubts..."

Situ Yi put down his sleeves, bowed suddenly, and lowered his head.The tall and thin body bent down suddenly, and the white sleeves shook suddenly, like a giant tower reaching the sky collapsed, and the sky hanging from the spire fell to the heads of mortals!

His face was extremely close to Gongsun Ce's, and the oppressive force made the young man subconsciously take a step back.The man who had been smiling before was completely expressionless at the moment, his pale face was like an unfinished mask, and his cold eyes seemed to penetrate the boy's heart.

"A clown who is flamboyant and flamboyant, who has long since abandoned his face and put on a mask, is full of hypocrisy, absurdity and funny words, how can he maintain my dignity?"

Situ Yi's mouth opened and closed mechanically, like a puppet.The serious murderous intent stabbed Gongsun Ce's back, making him break out in cold sweat.He understood why the Dawn Knight was vigilant, this man was really moody.His thoughts and actions are totally unpredictable, all of them are like oil paint on an actor's face, which will be changed with just a wave of his sleeve.Just like now, if he doesn't say anything, he will really die!

(Promise him you won't lie.)
Elandia's voice reassured Gongsun Ce, and he hurriedly said: "——No matter how exquisite a performance is, you need to find a suitable occasion. Naturally, I don't need to perform on your stage. A clown without heavy makeup is just a fool. Maybe the remarks are stupid, but there must be absolutely no falsehood."

The murderous aura dissipated in an instant, and there were people coming and going in the troupe, and everyone behaved normally, as if all his previous feelings were illusions and his own fright.Situ Yi straightened up, giggling.

"A reasonable request and a thoughtful promise, so I have no reason to refuse. But the theater troupe is not a square, and it cannot enter the audience who are not watching the theater."

Gongsun Ce let out a long breath, with lingering fears in his heart: "Please let me watch a play."

"Good! Good!" Situ Yi turned his head and shouted, "Felix, where have you been? Good boy, come here quickly! There is a generous young man here who wants to buy two theater tickets."

Gongsun Ce was a little surprised: (Your hat has been seen through.)
(So ​​it protects you.) Elandia expected it.

"Here we come, Mr. Captain!"

There was a reply from a distance, and a little boy of the age of a junior high school student came running quickly, dressed in rustic clothes, wearing a newsboy cap, and hanging a large wooden box around his neck, which was full of small pocket books.He counted two tickets out of the box: "One pound each, sir."

The pound is the currency of the kingdom, and one pound is approximately equal to 5 imperial coins.Gongsun Ce took out two steel coins from his pocket and handed them over. Felice gave him the ticket and stood still: "Sir, are you interested in kingdom myths? There are folk legends here, two copies for one pound."

Gongsun Ce took a look into the wooden box, and the covers of these small books looked not very serious, they were cartoon girls in revealing clothes, and the titles of the books were even more easy to understand: "King Morton and the Fairy of the Lake", "King Morton and the Fairy of the Lake" Long Hair Princess"……

He relaxed and said with a smile: "Why is your folk legend still colorful?"

"I don't know, sir," said Phyllis solemnly. "You'll have to ask King Morton about that."

Gongsun Ce laughed loudly, took out two more steel coins, exchanged four books and left.When he took the book, he saw a piece of brown leather on the bottom of the box, which looked like a wallet, and he was not surprised. In the densely populated slums, children often work as pickpockets.

Gongsun Ce held back a smile and said in his heart: (What do you want to say, Dawn Knight?)

Elandia's response was as usual as an explanation: (In the kingdom, vulgar stories with King Morton as the protagonist emerge in endlessly. This is a common method used by writers to attract people's attention.)
(Don't be so serious?)
Situ Yi stayed by his side the entire time, and it seemed that the terrifying leader was planning to go to the theater with the guests.They didn't go to the stage, but walked into the tent together.

The seats in the tent are lined up in a circle, and there is a specially vacated space in the middle.There were not many audiences for this scene, but there were about a dozen children in the front row, and a few young people who were free.Gongsun Ce and Situ Yi found a seat in the back row and sat down. Not long after, the candles in the tent were all extinguished, and a spotlight came on, illuminating the people who walked to the center of the theater.It was a young green-haired woman, wearing neutral suspenders and a white shirt, her shoulder-length hair looked intellectual.Holding a stack of parchment, she began to sing to soft accompaniment, introducing the audience to the background of the show with lyrical lyrics.

As she sang, the simple props descended from the steel wire one by one, and the top one was an abstract round wheel like the sun.Gongsun Ce understood after a few glances, and felt very bored.

(Old-fashioned Tianlun...)
(You could also call it a well-known traditional myth.)
The so-called Tianlun myth is a general term for a kind of primitive myth that exists widely in the cultures of various countries.What these myths have in common is the existence of a supreme god with power over the world.In polytheism, he is the head of the gods; in monotheism, he is the only authority, and the rest of the followers are his apostles or followers.

The Supreme God often lives in a place isolated from people, and exists in a metaphysical way beyond the flesh, like the pure embodiment of a certain spirit or concept.In Imperial Buddhism, it is the "pure land" where all the Buddhas live; in the traditional mythology of the empire, it is the supreme "Sanqingtian" or "Daluotian"; and the Holy Cross religion and the kingdom's state religion that are prevalent in the northern continent Among them, that is the "sky wheel" controlled by the Supreme Good God.

People in the Northern Continent believe that the "sky wheel" is the core of heaven. It exists higher than the sky, and emits arcs of light to illuminate the world on the ground, just like the sun in reality.If people on earth do good deeds all their lives, they will be able to get rid of the shackles of their bodies and ascend to the kingdom of heaven after death, where they can live a beautiful life forever.The concept of the sky wheel is very representative. It has the common intentions of "sky", "sun", "pure spirit" and "supreme authority" in primitive myths, so it was chosen as a synonym for this type of myth.

(What's the point of a myth that is not believed by people? Now that this thing is exhausted, it can only be used as a material for literary creation. No one really believes it, right?)

(Mr. Gongsun, I am very glad to see that you treat myths and legends with a rational attitude.)
(Are you eccentric?)
(No. I hope you can always maintain this attitude.)
The green-haired woman in the field was still singing the greatness of the Supreme God with a long song, Gongsun Ce listened to it for a while, feeling bored.As he said in his heart, the Tianlun myth has already become a cultural meme rather than a real religion, because the common people are simple but not stupid: the dragon phenomenon will come out after a while, and the omnipotent supreme beings in the myth God has never walked on the earth. What is the use of believing in this religion?If I want to find a psychological comfort, why don't I believe in Emperor Lingyang, at least he claims to have killed the dragon, and the emperor really went to war during the war.

Therefore, in order to ensure its continuation, the myth of Tianlun had to seek the protection of the secular government.Specific to the kingdom, King Morton became the "holy king on earth protected by the supreme good god", and when the object of worship was transferred from gods to historical figures, pure religion ceased to exist.

Gongsun Ce rubbed his eyes, seeing that the boring opening song was finally over, and the actors came on stage one by one, and the main show started.In this play, several angels under the wheel of the sky are arguing endlessly, because an angel insists on going his own way, and wants to bring terrible destruction to the world.The angels, each standing in a corner of the stage, disagree on how to resolve the matter.The most popular angel acts as a messenger, running back and forth among colleagues, working hard to deliver the message, sweating profusely like a clown.

After thinking about it, Gongsun laughed: "Your Excellency, wise and transparent leader, I think I understand your drama. This drama seems to be about the angels in the sky, but it is actually satirizing the politics on the earth. Those angels insist on their own words. , Leaving the middleman to run around and waste all his time, and the situation has not changed a bit, isn't it the current situation in Morton's officialdom?"

Situ Yi slapped his palms and said with a smile: "Your words are not bad. In heaven and earth, there has never been a difference in stupid and useless incidents throughout the ages! Drama is such a wonderful thing. The actors on the stage Read the prescribed lines, but the people in the audience see a different story. Tell me, young man, do you like drama?"

Gongsun Ce thought for a while and said, "Drama is just ordinary entertainment in my eyes, and it is not different from other things in life."

The drama in the theater was getting better and better, and the supreme good god was dizzy by all this. He personally went down to persuade everyone to cooperate, but the angels grabbed their weapons and resisted.For a while, the noble adults on the theater mingled together, and the poor children off the stage laughed and applauded.

Situ Yi looked at the commotion in the play and said, "I especially love drama, far more than painting, divination and fighting!

One is that what you see in the play is not the same as what you see off the stage. You have already understood this truth before.Another truth you don't know is that theater is like people's lives in this world.

Everyone plays a role in the play, why not in reality?All the words and deeds in front of others have the taste of performance, just like the dialogue in the script in the heart. Isn’t that all the concerns about identity and environment the role we play?Only when you are alone can you tell the truth with peace of mind.But at that time, it was useless to speak truthfully... because no one would listen, and the drama would end. "

When he said this, Situ Yi stared at the children in the auditorium, like an actor on another stage looking at the audience in the distance.It seemed that those laughing and comments were noises that had nothing to do with him, and he only cared about singing his play well.Gongsun Ce thought that this person should live a lonely life, no one would like to stand beside a moody strong man, his bad character and pessimistic world view doomed him to live alone.

Sooner or later, the Dust Troupe will not be able to recruit people, right?Situ Yi, who still wanted to act at that time, probably could only play with a few puppets behind the scenes.

"Director, do you also act?" Gongsun Ce asked.

Situ Yi smiled and said: "I'm a third-rate scriptwriter, and I'm a low-level actor. My acting skills are too bad, so I can only play a side role. The advantage of this role is that it always appears on stage at the climax of the story, but the disadvantage is that it takes a few meetings. end."

"Yo, your life is not easy."

The dragon set is a special role in the drama of imperial myths and legends, responsible for playing the "dragon".Dragon slaying heroes always want to slay dragons, and the legend of Lingyang also starts with slaying dragons. Whenever these scenes are performed, people are invited to wear special leather suits to act as evil dragons, and they are beaten up by the protagonist.

No one is willing to take on this job, not to mention the sweltering heat of the leather case, and it is thankless.In the past, halfway through the performance, the audience "tied" a gunshot, and the hero didn't have time to lift the knife and the audience shot the dragon.Later, when the technology developed, robots were used to act as dragons, and over time, no one really played the part.

"A symbol of evil must always be brought down before a story of justice can be brought to a successful conclusion."

Having said that, Situ Yi asked: "Young man, what role are you playing?"

Gongsun Ce thought for a while and said, "I'll play the clown."

"Good clowns are funny, but they make others happy by telling the truth. Bad clowns just show up and tell a lot of lies, making others and themselves unhappy."

Situ Yi shook his sleeves, folded his hands, and his eyes slid sideways, like a predator in nature has found its prey.He looked straight into the boy's eyes and said with a smile, "Are you doing well?"

"—!"

Gongsun Ce's face was pale, as if he had been struck by lightning, he was speechless for a while.Situ Yi stopped looking at him, looked back at the stage, and said leisurely: "I don't want to watch the play, I don't want to act in the play, what's the use of keeping it? I can do it for myself, so let's not live it."

Gongsun Ce stood up stiffly, said goodbye, and walked out of the tent.Before he left, he turned his head and saw Situ Yi still sitting there like a ghost.The drama reached the end of this scene, the fighting angels could not do anything, the catastrophe of destruction turned into a black sword and fell from the sky, smashing the continent where people lived into floating islands, causing countless casualties on the ground.

·
(Calm down, Mr. Gongsun. Don't think about what the man said.)
(I'm fine, don't talk to me.)
Gongsun Ce stood on the green field outside the tent, put his hands on his knees, and took a deep breath.He himself didn't understand what was wrong with him, the man's words seemed to have an inexplicable force, which defeated his mask, making his disguise disappear, and made him feel a burst of panic for no reason.

He gradually figured out the reason. His strength in dealing with things came from the image created by lies and acting skills, but that person's acting skills were much better than his.He couldn't tell whether what he heard was true or not, and he couldn't understand that person's emotions at all.Situ Yi tore through his disguise without using any power...and turned him back into a cowardly boy instead of a black-clothed clown.

"Ha ha……!"

Gongsun Ce barely controlled his breathing, and wiped the sweat from his brow.He raised his head and saw the green-haired woman who had previously acted in the play standing not far away.

"Are you okay?" The green-haired woman looked at him suspiciously, "The leader asked me to show you the way, but I think you should go to the doctor first."

"Drinking too much tea is a bit hypoglycemic." Gongsun Ce squeezed out a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. It's not a big problem, I'll just eat a piece of candy. May I ask you?"

"Crikey Hyde, a sorcerer's apprentice, works part-time for the order when he's not working." Crikie held out his hand to him, "The lamp you're looking for was made by a craftsman in the order, but you should know where The habit of recruiting people locally and dismissing them locally.”

"Ha, you are responsible for what happened?"

"That's right, the leader doesn't care, he just plays." Krikey turned around and shouted, "Phyllis! Is Douglas here?"

The little boy who bought the ticket came out from behind the tent, holding his big wooden box: "I just brought him tea, Miss Crookie. He sent Master Buck away, and he is in his tent."

"Thanks, Phyllis. Go play."

Little Phyllis ran away, and Ke Liji brought Gongsun Ce to a small tent and shouted, "Douglas! There's a business coming!"

When no one responded, Keriki yelled again and said impatiently, "This old man... wait a minute, I'll go take a look."

She leaned half of her body into the tent and came out after a few seconds, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Just... this matter is a bit troublesome, Mr. Gongsun."

Gongsun Ce sighed, "He ran away?"

"That's not true." Criki scratched his face, "he's dead."

(End of this chapter)