MTL - Apocalypse Cockroach-~ On balance: Luming Ran (Panda white and black)

Name of the work: - Balance -

Author: Luming Ran (Panda white and black)

New Year's Eve, February 9, 2013.

It was late at night and it seemed to be particularly cold tonight.

No fireworks, no dumplings, no Spring Festival party, nothing.

Through the cracks in the planks, you can see the shadows outside the window, the vague and distorted faces, the rotten and broken bodies, the people who are dying but not willing to die. They are swaying and swimming, as if No purpose, it seems to be struggling.

Struggling on the verge of life and death.

He’s heart is also struggling.

Struggling is the edge of hope and collapse.

The crucified gate was safe, and the room was warm, but He couldn’t help but want to shudder. A kind of cold from the heart, seems to freeze his mind, so that he can not think, can not respond to all this. Everything that was once familiar, between the days

Overturned.

The master said that they may have died, but the key is that we are still alive.

Alive,

Alive...

Alive.

Alive!

He Fan’s forehead was so hot that he felt cold and frozen, but when he remembered the master’s words, He Fan’s heart suddenly became empty. He no longer wants to happen, no longer looking at the cruel world outside the window, turning around and taking a good soup.

The bitter soup flowed down the throat to the stomach, and it was a rare warm feeling. He Fan did not enjoy the comfort of this moment, immediately put a posture, sat on the futon and closed his eyes and meditate.

The qigong of Professor Wang was gradually warmed up, and He Fan began to suffer. Cold and hot, stinging, muscle soreness, all kinds of strange pains are only the first step. What really makes He Fan fear is that he always goes through an inexplicable world. In that world, He Fan wants to re-experience everything on the disaster day, shouting, screaming, blood, killing, fire, fleeing... suddenly everything will be awkward It becomes a long-lasting silence. It feels like being tied to a big stone and thrown into the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. It is lonely, deep, dark, unable to breathe, unable to perceive everything, wants to shout but can’t make a sound, wants to wake up But there is nothing to do. Repeatedly, it makes people crazy.

Although it seems to be a few cycles for He Fan, it is actually only a few hours. When he opens his eyes again, the night is still not over.

He Fan slowly got up and slowly punched a set of punches, which made him take a long breath and made a gesture of receiving power.

He Fan looked at the table, two in the morning. He passed another day.

Today is the New Year.

Ugh.

Checked the doors and windows, did not find leaks, there are still no traces of the master back.

Will something happen? He Fan couldn't help but worry that he had just felt a little sleepy after he was suffering, and he didn't want to sleep.

He Fan went to the kitchen to burn a pot of water, and washed the body with a clean, finally mentally. Going back to the house, I was still upset and restless.

The master said, He Fan, you have to balance.

He Fan tried to find a way to "balance" his feelings, when a book on the table was reflected in his eyes.

Chinese classical literature, young people must recite classics, six yuan pockets:

Tao Te Ching.

So he picked up the book and began to read. "The way is...", but the mind drifted far away.

Most of the time he couldn't understand the master. As an abandoned orphan, he had congenital symptoms of organ failure. Like what happened in many stories, the master picked him up at the Taoist entrance in a winter snowy night.

When he was a child, he was very admired by the master. He thinks that the master is an omnipotent person. He treats him and teaches him qigong boxing. Although he is still weak and sick, his life is already worry-free.

Shili Ba Village, a little big thing, the villagers always come to the master to take a walk. Zhang’s pig was lost, and the master pointed him out and found it in the evening. The gold ring of Li’s wife was gone, and the master told her that she was looking for it in the pot. In this small and broken Taoist temple, every day, looking for a master to ask, look at the feng shui, ask the master to host the red and white weddings.

At that time, every day, He Fan was wrapped around the master to tell him the "dao". The master told him: The most important thing in this world is the balance of the two words, the balance of the heart, the balance of the spirit, and the balance of nature. If there is any imbalance, it will be a big mess. This day, this place, this table chair is actually alive...

He Fan listened to the master every day, the biggest dream is to grow up, to inherit the master's Taoist concept, and let others respectfully call themselves:

Hey, the road is long!

This worship until his 14 years old, he graduated from elementary school. When he was eating one night, he told the master, Master, I don't want to go to school, I want to follow you to learn the skills, I have to be the leader!

Imagine that the master will touch his head and laugh with a smile. Well, the master will pass on all the things to you!

But after he finished speaking, the master did not say a word, his face was gloomy and terrible.

The next day, sitting in the bus to the county middle school, He Fan still had a lingering fear, and the anger of the nameless master of the master, and the overturned table and the broken furniture...

The relationship between him and the master was already stiff. He Fan thought that the master looked down on himself and refused to pass on the matter to himself. From then on, I did not take the initiative to contact the master. In the days of studying abroad, He Fan always bothered the master's phone. Every time he called, he only asked him if he had enough money.

"Money money! I know how to care about money, when can I know how to ask my ideals, my feelings!" The resentment of He Fan’s heart came from this. After going to university, he did not go home during the winter and summer vacations. .

In fact, from junior high school to college, He Fan has been very difficult. The sequelae of taking medicine after hours, the face is full of black spots, there is nothing in the village, but it has become a good topic of joke in the city, the Dalmatian is his nickname; because of poor constitution, the classmate never When he was playing with him, he was rushed back to his home during the SARS epidemic. When he was in class, he refutes the teacher and said that the most basic road of time is not Newton's law, but Taoist's... If you don't finish it, it will cause a big laugh; When I was lucky, I was called a weirdo by people in the dormitory. Other people in the dormitory looked at him as if they were watching animals. And so on, can't say enough.

Gradually he learned to hide, no longer mention his own master and his own origin, every time he hits the boxing power to escape the crowd, honestly study, the textbook-like classic answer.

Really, He Fan doesn't love the world at all. The reason why he studies hard is to gamble and let the master see it. Even if I don't learn your skills, I will have a good future.

He Fan University's major is psychology. He thought about it. After graduation, he went to find a big Taoist temple. He also became a Taoist. The knowledge of the voucher psychology was called the tourists to do psychological counseling. If you want to come, the income will be considerable. At that time, you must let the master have nothing to say.

Everything is planned well, but the world has suddenly changed. The experience of these days has made him dream.

On December 24, 2012, the lunar calendar was thirty.

It is advisable to marry, sacrifice, pray, seek sorrow, travel, avoid making stoves, painting, mourning, litigation, and logging.

As the only and famous Taoist priest, the master was invited to another village to host the wedding. He Fan had eaten early, looked at the empty coal pool, picked up his back, and went to the small coal mine under the mountain to buy coal.

When turning off the TV, there are news reports: there are small-scale meteorites falling in the Pacific Ocean...

December 29, 2012.

He Fan came back from the grocery shopping and found that the master was waiting in the house, and ordered him to go out in the past few days with a rare and serious tone.

There is a large pot of medicinal soup in the house, and there is a taste of herbs everywhere in the little ruined Taoist temple.

The master said that the taste in the air... is not balanced.

On December 31, 2012, the world changed.

People are crazy, people will eat people, the world is crazy, the dead will stand up again, and then drag the stranger to hell.

The master said that this old day... is also out of balance.

January 5, 2013.

The surviving villagers were hiding in the Taoist temple and weeping.

He Fan does not know how to be good.

Only the master said that there is no way for heaven.

January 31, 2013.

heavy rain.

People who went out to collect food drenched in the rain, and some people mutated in the middle of the night. In the chaos, He Fan discovered that the original master had such a fierce sword light in addition to the clumsy boxing method.

A craft sword sends all the mutators back to the earth.

He Fan, who is weak, is still injured.

The master said that if the snake is infested, there will be good medicine within seven steps.

Exercise, hold on, keep... balance!

balance!

There is always a way out!

The master took out the bottles and cans he had never seen before, and let him live to this day.

It’s like the same year.

February 10, 2013.

4 am.

I thought about it, He Fan’s book didn’t turn over a page, and suddenly there was a flash of light three times outside the window. This is the signal he and the master agreed. The master is back.

Retrieving his thoughts, He Fan dropped the rope in the backyard and took the master back from the steep slope.

When he entered the house, He Fan found that the master seemed particularly embarrassed this time. Not only was his face full of fatigue, he had a pungent, unpleasant smell, and his clothes were broken.

He Fan wants to ask the master if he is injured, but the words are turned into:

"How come back so late?"

The master snorted and did not speak. Just open the backpack on your back and pour it on the table. This time it was not the medicinal herbs and food, but a few colorful stones and a mineral water bottle that seemed to contain jelly.

He Fan curiously picked up the stone and looked at it. Nothing special, he opened the lid of the mineral water bottle. Just as he opened the bottle, a strange scent floated out of the bottle. He Fan suddenly felt that he was particularly hungry, and the jelly in the bottle was the best thing in the world. He was red-eyed, and when he raised his neck, he poured the jelly into his mouth, only to find that his hand was suddenly empty.

The master grabbed the bottle and covered the lid. It was discovered that He Fan gradually returned to calm, and this only spoke:

"He Fan, you have saved."

He Fan looked at the face of the master, and he had no joy to be saved. On the contrary, he felt that something was wrong, so he asked:

"what is this?"

The master did not answer, just throwing the next sentence "waiting here" went to the cellar.

He Fan has never seen the master so rushed, and his heart is strange, and he followed the mantle.

No one in the cellar.

The cabinets filled with herbs were removed, and the bottles and jars on the top disappeared.

There was a door on the ground where the cabinet was placed.

He Fan lived here since childhood and never discovered this secret! He pulled the door on the ground, a stone staircase, and walked down the stairs, at the end of which was a spacious underground stone room.

On the wall of the stone room is a portrait of a Taoist. There is a fragrant case in front of the portrait. There is a dark plate on the incense, but there is no name. The corners of the place are faintly placed in things like boxes, and He Fan has no thoughts to look at.

Because he saw an unforgettable scene of his life.

In the center of the stone room is a Dan furnace, underneath is a red coal block, the master is swaying something, while walking around the Dan furnace, there are words in the mouth.

The end of the world, zombies, secret rooms, Dan furnace, and the deep-rooted master who raised his childhood!

He Fan never imagined that one day he would experience so much. I’m so busy.

The fire of Dan furnace is getting more and more prosperous, and He Fan can't stand the heat wave.

Go out and call you for a while. The master said.

It sounds like a child, the master said, go out to play, the rice is ready to call you.

He Fan waited in the cellar and waited until his patience was exhausted. The master finally told him to come in.

"Drink it." The master handed over a crock pot with a layer of scarlet liquid inside.

He Fan found that the master's hand was shaking.

He Fan forgot what the smell of the blushing liquid was. When he was awake, a kind of uncomfortable comfort filled the whole body, and the world seemed to be awake as if he had been living in the world with him. in.

Everything is fine, but the master is gone.

The portraits and cards on the incense disappeared, and He Fan discovered the words and things left by the master.

The note reads:

My son He Fan:

See the word as you like.

When I was a child, I had a heart to the Tao and refused for the teacher. The qualifications of non-puppet are limited, but it is the age of science today. Our dignitaries are all cows and ghosts. The snake gods, the sons are not blaming for the chaos, the sorrow of the literary and artistic, and still on the side, the fear of learning is impossible, actually causing trouble, and What is the use? For the heart of the teacher, I wish you to be safe and healthy, to marry your wife and have children, and to live forever.

However, the world is out of balance and the disaster is coming. As for the injury to the zombies, I regret it. If I preached to you early, why today?

I have recently made a slight difference in thinking about the changes in the world. Ancient language: There is no road to heaven, and I am not deceiving. Are you not seeing animals harmed by the plague? Therefore, the medicine to save the remedy is also in the animal.

The dog in the village of Wuguan is very different in recent times, or it can spit fire, or can vomit ice, killing the anatomy, and getting the gelatinous gum in the skull, which is unprecedented. Then return, and try it out, the results vary.

When I was hunting a dog, I also watched the difference between zombies. After the heavy rain, there were two types of zombies, one type of force and one type of sensitivity. If you encounter both, be careful.

For the teacher to have the devil to demon, but also the world is clear, but the old and the old, the back is itching, fear of being harmed by zombies, will soon be turned into a walking dead.

I don't want to be with the zombies, I want to sit in the Dan furnace. This is a great warning, and it must not be arrogant. Is the symbol of the monk not remembering? There is white in the black, black in the white, blending and shining, and the flow continues. This is where the balance of heaven is also.

When you are young, you are weak, your body is suitable for illness, and if you are strong, it is strong. This is why the tree is easy to bend and the wind is not to be folded. Or people say that the snake is infested, there must be good medicine within seven steps. I will see the trend of the world, there will be a turning point in the year, or for the wind and rain, or for the vegetation, there will be a remedy for human beings.

This is to refine this unnamed Dan, to take advantage of the changes in the world, to make up for the inadequacy of the congenital, when it can be reborn, not afraid of poison.

Of course, the corpse poison in the scorpion is deep. Although there is a cure for the elixir, it is still between the ghosts and the ghosts.

Become sacred and holy, between the thoughts. Remember my words, keep my heart, and seek the balance of the Tao.

There are still a thousand words, but the horror of my corpse has already appeared, and it is absolutely perfect.

The last few lines of writing have begun to scribble, and He Fan is like a thunderous thunder after reading the letter, and he is at a loss. Don't cry or laugh, just stay with the note for a long time. The scene of living with the master is back in front of the eyes. The master is resentful of his own parenting, his own misunderstanding of the master, and suddenly reacts. Master will solve the corpse poison, why not solve it for yourself!

why! why!

Master is dead!

What plan, what proof! Who to see again!

He thought that there was still time, he thought it would be reconciled with Master!

He thought that as long as he proved himself, he could be like Master before!

late……

He Fan’s chest was full of arrogance. He felt that there was nowhere to be released. Suddenly his hands waved, and Dan’s bang hit the wall. This loud noise made him wake up.

Master is inside!

The Dan furnace fell to the ground, and the white fly ash was everywhere. He Fan went to the mouth of the furnace and found that it was empty and groping for a long time before he found a black triangle like a stone. At this time, the wall was filled with squeaky sounds. The stone room was a long time ago, and it was just a matter of his life.

He Fan had completely recovered from this moment, and quickly held the black triangle in his hand, and ran to the incense case to pick up his clothes, and ran to the stone steps desperately. When I first got to the yard, I heard a muffled sound in the backyard. The ground subsided, and it seems that even the mantle collapsed.

He Fan threw something and sat down on the ground. He only felt that everything was gray. It seems that there is only one person left alone in the world, and what is the use of it?

Outside the yard came a slamming door knock, and the zombies were brought over by the sound of the bell. He Fan was upset and shouted, "Noisy noisy!", grabbing something and trying to go out, but found it to be "black triangle."

The accident let He Fan calm down and find that his body is in an abnormal state, his heart beats, his body is full of violent desires. Think of Master's letter, he is still a corpse of "half man and half ghost." In my heart, I quickly calmed down and meditated on the spot.

Half a ring, the zombie lost its voice target and re-wandered. He Fan opened his eyes and reached for a trick. A piece of broken nails flew from the door to his hand.

He Fan has a hand and the nails float slowly in his hands.

"what is this?"

There is no wind tonight, no moon, He Fan is sitting in the courtyard of the ruined Taoist temple. Outside the wall is a wandering zombie. The wall is a scattered debris. He looks at the stars in the sky, and no one answers his question.

"This is a new balance."

postscript:

In 2013, the date was unknown, and the second heavy rain after the disaster.

Spring thunder screams, heavy rain.

He Fan wore a Tai Chi gossip robe, a golden crown, and a golden foot. He stood on the roof of a six-story residential building with his hands on his back. An umbrella was unmanned and floated on top of his head to cover the rain.

He Fan braved the rain curtain for a long time, finally reached out to pick up a handful of rain, put it in front of the smell, said to himself:

‘“The place where the snake is infested, there must be good medicine within seven steps’,

"Master, I was all told you."

He Fan stood on the roof for a long time, suddenly jumped out of the heat, did not fall to the ground, a sword flew out from behind him, carried him under his feet, and suddenly went to the distance.

In midair, a S1 attempting to sneak attack was smashed in the street washed by the rain.

In 2013, the date was unknown, and Zhang Xiaoqiang Blackfish annihilated the battle.

In the far air, He Fan witnessed the entire battle process of Zhang Xiaoqiang. A small shrapnel carries Zhang Xiaoqiang's blood and flies to He Fan. He Fan puts the shrapnel in his mouth and tastes it as if he is chewing the most beautiful treasure in the world.

Corpse people?

No, it is a more perfect balance...

No, not only...

He Fan spit out the shrapnel ~www.novelbuddy.com~ shrapnel is like a bird in his hands.

He Fan’s thinking is like this shrapnel, and all kinds of information echo each other.

Contain children, protect women, be kind but not pedantic.

The corpse is human, balanced, and keeps the heart.

The forces are huge and everyone follows.

Zhang Xiaoqiang!

He Fan suddenly felt that he was too busy to restore the balance of heaven.

Maybe relying on a master is a better choice?

This is actually not the end of the world, it is a troubled world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, will you be the one who will restore the balance of the world?

Related to the work:

1. He Fan's ability to evolve, electromagnetic force. So he can lighten his body through the earth's magnetic field, and then use his magnetic control steel sword to consign himself to flight. It is also possible to let the zombies and mutant beasts not discover their existence by temporarily disturbing the electromagnetic field. (very laborious, time-limited.)

The zombie-like physical quality can disrupt the balance of the self and stimulate the battle instinct and resilience of the zombies. (Danger, easy to get angry)

2. Regarding the teacher of He Fan, I always think that the talents of the Chinese land are not rich, but the cattle are hidden in the people. Therefore, he designed the master of He Fan as a "cow man" image that looks through the world's warmth and warmth but is kind. Looking at the new chapters of the shackles, it seems that the foreign organizations, the burdocks, have emerged one by one. I think that it is time for my brother to gather a large number of individual cattle, and to assist him in the world. After all, I am not a lonely hero.

3. The first time you write a text, it is important to participate in it. If there is something wrong, please raise your hand, haha.

PS; The author's writing is smooth, the characters are full, just the words of his heroes, my theme is actually ordinary, try to dilute personal ability, and strive to use the group consciousness to achieve the space for survival, after all, the end of the world is not just the end of the pig's foot,