This wasn't right!
Tang Shidao was very sure that this "plot" had happened once … No, it had happened twice.
He had already spent a year just now.
If the orbit of a planet was taken as an example, the distance was just one revolution. After a total of one revolution, the position returned to the starting point again. However, this starting point should be a year later, not a year ago. In other words, this was not the real world, nor was it the real time. For some reason, he was trapped in this "circle."
For the second time, Tang Shidao didn't even work out.
It was plain and simple.
It was absolutely according to the original days. Even the words in his memory and the number of steps he took were simulated and restored. Because he had practiced meditation before and had the enhancement of Yuanzu's Mysterious Body, Tang Shidao's brain was comparable to a computer. Especially in terms of magical knowledge, even a supercomputer couldn't compare. Therefore, it was not difficult to do this at all.
Finally, a year passed.
He calculated until the last sleep.
He woke up again.
He was still standing not far away from the school gate. Lei Dazhuang was still buying buns and youtiao. Further away, The White Beauty slowly walked by alone, attracting the attention of countless boys along the way. Nothing changed. Everything was as usual. Everything returned to the original point.
"What's wrong, Taoist? Are you hungry? Here, hot leek buns. "Lei Dazhuang turned his head and handed over breakfast while paying with his wallet.
Tang Shidao silently took the buns, completely clueless.
This was simply unsolvable.
If he worked hard to work out, he would return to a year ago. If he didn't change, he would also return to a year ago. Every time this planet rotated to its original position, everything would return to this moment. This was like a circle, with no end to it at all.
However, he still remembered all of this.
"If I die in an accident, does it count as a failure of the mission?" After class, Tang Shidao silently stood on the roof of the building and thought about life.
Jumping off the building was not an option. It was too scary. It would be too torturous if he fell half dead.
After school at night.
He disrupted the original plot and left Lei Dazhuang to buy some medicine and some sleeping pills. After a little combination, Tang Shidao found a "painless" way to die. Then, he drank and slept.
Wake up again.
He was standing at the entrance of the school while Lei Dazhuang was buying buns and fried dough sticks.
"Holy shit."
"What's the matter, Taoist? I'm starving. Here, hot chive buns. "
"I'm fine. Give it to me. "Tang Shidao took the steamed bun and confirmed that this was not a quest on the Mage Network!
I must have triggered something in the Time Halt.
Therefore, he was now trapped in a place that was not a quest.
This was no longer a matter of the quest.
This wasn't a matter of life and death … Perhaps he would never 'die'. If he failed a quest on the Mage Network, he could leave, but now, he couldn't. He would be trapped in this cycle forever. If this was a single-player game, then he could only play one game forever, and there would be no end to it.
In some ways, this eternal cycle was even more terrifying than death.
It was only a year, not a lifetime.
A cycle is a circle.
What's the difference? Skills! Skill is a personal creation. It is not a naturally formed circle, it is a square.
After the class.
Tang Shidao walked to the roof and silently sorted out his situation. "First, time is a year, the cycle of the planet's revolution to return to its original position. Second, time is endless and has no end … At least, there are no signs of an end. Third, there is no chance of accidental death. If you die, you will enter a new escape ring. Fourth, no matter if it is the original plot or not, you will definitely enter the escape ring. Fifth, fitness has no effect, but the memories in the brain can be preserved. "
"Taoist, what are you doing?"
"I'm planning for the future," Tang Shidao answered casually.
"Taoist, a salted fish can't have dreams. This is not in accordance with the basic law." Was Lei Dazhuang serious in his second year of high school? No!
"I can't turn over a salted fish?"
"A salted fish is still a salted fish. Can you turn into a shark?" Lei Dazhuang had always been very reasonable. Really.
"I want to learn something."
"I support you on behalf of the teacher."
"I want to learn to draw."
"You oppose you on behalf of your parents. As a second-year high school dog, reading books is in line with the world view of adults."
Tang Shidao smiled.
He knew that his grandfather wouldn't have any objections because his grandfather only wanted him to live peacefully. It would be best if he didn't get involved in those dangerous things. Then, Tang Shidao really started to learn to draw. It had to be said that after the transformation of meditation and Yuanzu's Mysterious Body, his brain was different from that of ordinary people. In addition, there were drawings in the art of refining. For example, the days when he was a designer in the Nefas Galaxy.
In just four weeks, Tang Shidao's name had spread throughout the campus. The teachers and students were not stingy with the nickname of a drawing genius.
Three months later.
Tang Shidao's name had spread throughout Tea City. The local media even specially came to interview him.
Because of his grandfather, his life was not too turbulent. After a year of hard work, Tang Shidao's name had spread throughout the country and stepped into the top level of the country. It could even be said that he was famous on Earth Emperor Planet. However, Tang Shidao felt that it was not enough.
He lay down for the last time.
He woke up again.
Time returned to the original point again.
Tang Shidao swung his hands. He felt a little unfamiliar with them. After four or five days of adaptation, his previous' drawing skills' were back. The test proved that his brain could remember everything, but his physical fitness was not retained at all. A week later, Tang Shidao took three paintings to his grandfather and lied to him. He had just become the disciple of a certain painter and needed to concentrate on drawing for a year.
His grandfather asked someone to evaluate him and agreed.
Because according to the evaluation … this child would become the top painter in the country sooner or later. It might be in a few years' time.
Hence …
Tang Shidao gained a lot of leisure time.
Speaking of which, did drawing have anything to do with this' dilemma '?
No!
No!
Tang Shidao only wanted to test one thing. If he worked hard to do something and did it to the extreme, would the world change?
A cycle was a circle.
Skill was a square.
Skill was the difference between a cycle and a cycle.
After practicing for a year, Tang Shidao's drawing skills could be described as reaching the peak. However, this was not the end. In the next cycle, Tang Shidao continued to fool his grandfather and fought for another year to continue learning drawing. This time, it was not the scenery and people but the machinery and magic puppets of the refining technique. A year later, Tang Shidao repeated the cycle again. He drew unscientific magical beasts and creatures again.
After another cycle, he learned to draw the magnificent universe and space.
When Tang Shidao felt that he had reached a bottleneck, his hands did not stop. He began to practice calligraphy again. After having an epiphany, he spent a whole year drawing something. Flowers. He did not succeed in improving his skills. He drew leaves for another year. He still did not succeed. He drew snowflakes for another year. He still did not succeed. He drew water droplets for another year.
After that, Tang Shidao did not know how many cycles he had gone through before he finally felt that drawing had entered a 'Dao' realm.
It was as if he could draw anything casually.
After entering this state, Tang Shidao continued. He used a total of ten cycles to practice one thing: drawing souls.
Of course, this was not the soul drawing of Life Weave. Without magic power and physique, he could not use any skills here. He chose to draw souls because Tang Shidao felt that this was the most difficult thing and would be beneficial to his future cultivation. In the end, Tang Shidao was not wrong. Because of the knowledge of a mage, this was an infinite path of drawing.
In addition to humans, drawing souls also included animals and magical beasts. There were even void creatures that mortals could not imagine.
It felt like.
There was no end to the drawing of souls. It also entered an infinite cycle like here.
However …
There was no change!
When he woke up a year later, everything was still the same. Except for the unparalleled drawing skills that he had learned, nothing had changed.
The origin was still the origin.
Tang Shidao was not discouraged. After drawing, he began another learning: playing the guqin.
He had to say.
There were too many difficulties in learning to play the guqin. Drawing had the bonus of being a refiner. Playing the guqin could only start from a novice. Even if he could remember it after listening to it once, the actual practice was not satisfactory. If he spent a year, he could not even get into the provincial team, let alone the national team. To put it bluntly, he could not even be compared to the young guqin experts in the city.
One cycle, two cycles, ten cycles …
It took Tang Shidao ten years to learn the guqin. Compared to drawing, hehe, it was still a few streets away.
At this time, Tang Shidao changed to another way of playing: practicing the piano.
After a few cycles, the piano could also be in the national team. After that, it was the erhu, the guqin, the violin, and so on. It felt like the later learning was getting easier and easier. It was like a painting master practicing calligraphy. He was born with twice the result with half the effort. When the guqin and piano reached the master level, playing the erhu and the violin would also have a kind of 'master's music sense' to affect him.
During this period of time, Tang Shidao had another bad feeling: The more cycles there were, the harder it was for him to break away.
In other words, the more he learned, the more he integrated into the world. The more he indulged, the more he could not extricate himself.
If it was an ordinary person.
When such a warning sign appeared in his mind, he would definitely stop and never continue.
Unfortunately, Tang Shidao was not an ordinary person.
"What should I learn next cycle?" Tang Shidao looked at the two people downstairs. One was the happy Lei Dazhuang who would never feel sad. The other was The White Beauty who would never be discouraged. The scum who worked hard and still mixed in the middle.
As long as he saw these two people, no difficulties were a problem.
Especially The White Beauty.
The whole school … No, the most diligent person in the country was still circling around 60 points. Would you believe it?
So …
From painting, to musical instruments, to calligraphy, to playing chess, to cooking, to carving, to ceramics … Tang Shidao did not let go of any skills that could be learned by a second-year high school student. He improved on each of them to the extreme. In the ordinary world, a 'Grandmaster of Hundred Schools' was definitely not an exaggeration.
At this time, Tang Shidao also felt that he was more integrated into the world.
It was like floating in mud.
If it was said that at the beginning, it was only at the waist now.
The next cycle.
"Ask clearly first, Fatty. I want to learn how to drive. Do you really know how to drive? "
"Of course!"
"How are your driving skills?"
"Don't worry, I've already made a will."
"…"
Tang Shidao started to learn how to drive, but he did not fall behind in other aspects. Not long after, Tang Shidao found some existence that ordinary people did not know about: the mysterious group. Maybe he accidentally leaked some of his works and attracted the attention of his grandfather. However, Tang Shidao did not need to be on guard because once the one-year time limit was up, everything would return to the original place.
Apart from his own memory, there was nothing else that could be preserved here.
"Hold a grass. Taoist, is this really your first time driving? "
"Don't you know me? Have you seen me drive?"
"That's true."
After a few cycles, Tang Shidao's driving skills were comparable to a racer's. However, it was impossible for a second-year high school student to participate in car racing. Besides, his identity did not allow him to do so. Even Lei Dazhuang's family could not afford to play real car racing.
"Boats, planes, there are still many things to learn. There are many things that are not for the poor to play with. Well, I have to find a way to make some money. "
There was only one year. It was impossible to save money.
Think about it.
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