Its black color was inconspicuous, especially in the thin fog.
But this black carriage was easily noticed, because it was quite new compared to those abandoned carriages on the street. It must have been well protected.
The girl who walked out of the black carriage was also new, both in her flowery dress and the umbrella she held in her hand.
She looked as if she had just left the factory, exuding a fresh yet strange aura.
"This site is isolated under the crust of the plateau, so it's well preserved. Of course, it's been repaired for many years, so these carriages are all new."
The girl's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion, like the umbrella in her hand, which didn't move a bit in the breeze.
The umbrella covered her face.
Jing Jiu's line of sight fell on her feet, and he found she was wearing a pair of ordinary black leather shoes, with furry socks piled around her ankles, looking quite cute.
The wind grew stronger, dispersing the fog a bit. It turned out that there was a river not far from the street.
Holding the umbrella, the girl walked onto the bridge and crossed the river.
Jing Jiu followed behind her.
After they got off the bridge, the fog in the city grew thicker, covering the lifeless buildings. The mountain scenery ahead became clearer.
There was a courtyard in the mountain, with black eaves and white walls, with flowering trees and residual snow. It was somewhat similar to the Scenery Garden outside Cloudy Town.
There was a hot spring in the deep part of the courtyard, giving off faint hot fog. There was a low square table by the water, with a chair on each side of the table.
The girl walked to the edge of the hot spring and sat on the chair. She closed the umbrella in her hand and put it on the ground.
The flowery dress was very thin, looking like a bathrobe. It drifted up like the wind and dropped down like the clouds.
The flowers on the dress were sunflowers, which reminded Jing Jiu of the oil painting in the Stargate Art Gallery.
He sat down on the other chair and looked at the opposite side.
The girl's silky black hair was neatly cut, covering her eyebrows like a curtain. It looked like the skin of a watermelon when it was blown by the wind.
Her eyebrows were very thin, as if they were drawn. Her nose was very small, and her lips were very red, like cherries.
Her face was very white and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg; more precisely, it was like a flawless white porcelain.
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Shen Yunmai once commented that Jing Jiu was like a porcelain doll in the building of the Military Headquarters.
This girl was the real deal.
Picturesque eyebrows and eyes did not mean that they were beautiful, because not all paintings were beautiful.
Perfect skin did not necessarily represent beauty, because it could be fake.
That snow-white face didn't have any anger, those two thin eyebrows and cherry-like red lips also didn't have any anger.
Seeing this face, Jing Jiu thought of the young officer on the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The girl took out two small porcelain bottles and two small translucent wine cups from the hot spring, placed them on the short table, and began to pour wine.
The scene of a jade-like hand reaching out from her sleeve was very beautiful.
His fingers picked up the cup and poured the wine very naturally.
The strong amber liquor was no longer pungent after being soaked in the hot spring.
All the details exuded a natural and moving aura.
Jing Jiu felt that these movements and details were too natural and deliberate.
He knew that the girl sitting in front of him was not a real human, nor was she that person's true form.
To put it more precisely, the person who was going to talk to him today was not here. She should be somewhere else, or even on another planet.
Ordinary people might find it hard to adapt to this kind of conversation, but Jing Jiu was used to it.
Back when he was in the snowland, the long-distance spiritual communication between him and the Snow Girl was essentially the same as today's.
The first thing to do before any conversation was to know the identity of the other party.
Jing Jiu was certain that the other party had read the book he wrote, but he still told her his name.
"Fei," the girl said softly.
Jing Jiu didn't know how to respond to this name.
"What do you want to ask?" asked the girl.
Many people thought that Jing Jiu had to be examined by the girl if he wanted to win her approval and become the new god. But it was not the case.
It was not the girl who was in charge of asking questions, but Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu asked a question first.
"Where does the standard time refer to?"
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Jing Jiu had written some words on that piece of paper in the underground apartment.
Later, he added two more words on the paper when he was at the University of Stargate.
Those words included a year, a month, and a standard day.
There were also some other words.
The humans had many planets at the moment, and each planet had a different time for public transit and self-transit, so it had its own time pattern.
But the Federation of the Milky Way had a set of standard time when it came to counting the years and traveling in space.
Jing Jiu had confirmed many times that none of the planets inhabited by humans had a set of standard astronomical rules.
The voice of the girl was devoid of any emotion. It seemed that she was not surprised to hear this question.
"The distant ancient civilization originated from a planet. The standard time is the rule there."
Hearing this answer, Jing Jiu was not surprised, continuing to ask, "What about the moon?"
"That planet has a companion star," said the girl.
Jing Jiu continued, "I've read about the eclipse of the moon by the heavenly dog or the eclipse of the sun in some books, and I've also seen it there."
"It's like what you've seen in your world," said the girl.
Jing Jiu looked at the hot fog above the hot spring. His line of sight penetrated it, as if he wanted to see the huge snowball outside the gravitational field, the sky outside the snowball, the universe outside the sky, and the other side of the universe.
Jing Jiu asked, "Where is our world?"
The girl picked up the small wine cup with two fingers and brought it to her cherry-like lips to take a sip, saying softly, "God can't create the world; he can only discover some new worlds."
Jing Jiu pulled back his line of sight and asked her snow-white face, "Don't you want to give me a precise answer?"
"Everyone who comes out from your world asks me these questions. You're not special or particularly smart, and you're no different from them."
"Why do you deserve special treatment from me then?" pressed the girl.
Jing Jiu put his feet into the hot spring.
He did this not to show that he was in a leisurely mood, but for a deeper reason.
As for what the deeper reason was, it was unknown for the time being, and nobody asked him about it at the moment. After all, neither Zhuo Rusui nor Gu Qing had ascended.
The girl fixed her line of sight on Jing Jiu's feet in the hot spring, asking, "Do you feel anything?"
Without turning his head, Jing Jiu asked back, "Do you feel anything when you drink wine?"
"This body has enough sensory cells," said the girl, "so my senses are richer than those of humans."
"I don't feel anything," Jing Jiu said.
"It's a bit miserable," said the girl.
"The lava bath is not bad," said Jing Jiu.
The girl thought about it and said, "That makes sense."
Jing Jiu turned around and looked into her eyes, saying, "You see, I'm different from those ascenders."
The corners of the girl's mouth curled up at an extremely slow speed, revealing a rather eerie smile, saying, "You want to convince me that you're the same as me?"
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