Chapter 432 The World Outside the Book
Changan.

In Ningxin Garden.

Li Nuo was playing Cuju with Mu’er and Ning’er.

Begonia petals rustled down the bluestone path, the golden Cuju drew crescent arcs in the air, and the girl’s clear laughter echoed in my ears.

Those two lovely little girls back then have now grown into graceful young ladies.

The two sisters are much more sensible than when they were children, but they still quarrel with each other frequently. Li Nuo has gotten used to it.

Since the departure of his father and mother, Uncle Chun and the princess have also disappeared. Li Yun and his wife, whose body was reborn by Li Nuo, have also gone wandering around the world. It is said that they plan to have a child next year.

After playing with Mu’er and Ning’er for a while, Li Nuo walked to the lake where Zhiyi was sitting alone.

A few days ago, Li Nuo resurrected her mother. At this moment, her parents should be traveling somewhere in the original Zhao State.

Li Nuo walked over, sat next to Zhiyi, and asked, “Would you like to see Master Gongsun?”

Zhiyi suddenly looked up and asked in surprise: “Can Master Gongsun also come back to life?”

Li Nuo held her hand, smiled and nodded.

To him, there is actually no difference whether it is resurrecting an ordinary person or a saint.

But these days, he has been helping them make up for their regrets, the parents of Fenghuang and Nightingale, An Ning’s mother, Zhiyi’s mother…, they have to come one by one.

Li Nuo looked forward and saw a figure quickly forming on the grass beside the lake.

“Master Gongsun!”

When the middle-aged woman appeared, Zhiyi stood up quickly and hugged her tightly.

Her mother died early, and Master Gongsun has been by her side since she was a child. To her, Master Gongsun is both a teacher, a friend and a mother.

The middle-aged woman touched her hair lovingly and said with a smile: “Little girl, didn’t I tell you that we will meet again…”

After a moment, she walked up to Li Nuo, bowed slightly, and said, “Thank you for your help.”

Li Nuo smiled and said, “Master Gongsun, you are welcome.”

As early as the moment he broke through the eighth realm, Li Nuo knew that the Master Gongsun mentioned by Zhiyi was the saint of the Yin-Yang School, and his cultivation was even higher than Dongfang Xuan.

This world has no secrets for him.

Whether it happened in the past or not in the future, it is all within his perception.

Master Gongsun explained: “My ancestors once left behind a legacy. I learned all this only after I obtained that legacy…”

In fact, she didn’t need to explain. Li Nuo had already known that the ancestor of the Gongsun family was the first saint of the Yin-Yang School whose portrait was left in the “Book of Heaven”.

Speaking of those saints, it’s time to meet them.

Li Nuo walked into a courtyard in the garden and closed the door.

Figures began to gather in the courtyard.

Each of them exudes the aura of a saint.

The old man in the lead, who was wearing a Confucian robe, bowed to Li Nuo and said, “Thank you, my friend.”

Li Nuo bowed in return.

Looking at this familiar old man in Confucian robes, Li Nuo felt a strange feeling in his heart.

After passing the imperial examination, he bowed to the portrait of the Confucian sage in the Confucian temple. He never expected that one day the living Confucian sage would stand in front of him and bow to him.

Li Nuo looked at the Confucian Sage and asked a question in his mind: “How did you bring me here?”

Next to the Confucian Saint, another figure with a resolute face explained: “The Martial Saint blew himself up, shattered the void, and sent the code into another world. After finding the destined person, he will be summoned by the Confucian scriptures and will come back…”

Li Nuo admired these first generation saints.

As fictional characters in the book, they were able to think of this method to break the deadlock that was doomed to be unbreakable.

But he still had doubts in his heart. Since sending the code to another world required the self-destruction of the Martial Saint, why didn’t he need to use such power when the code came back…

Based on Li Nuo’s understanding of the Martial Saint, the power of the Martial Saint’s self-detonation, in another world, is probably only comparable to a nuclear bomb explosion.

It couldn’t be that he was hit by a nuclear bomb while he was taking a nap?
Even third-rate authors wouldn’t write like this.

Even the saints cannot explain this problem.

Sending the code away was the limit of their ability, and they attributed everything that happened afterwards to chance.

After the Dharma Saint finished his explanation, the Confucian Saint spoke again: “My friend, we have another request…”

Since they already exist in this world, Li Nuo knows their unreasonable request even if they don’t say it out loud.

They want to see the real world.

These powerful people who stand at the top of the continent and possess absolute arrogance, even if they are destined to be trapped in the illusory world forever, want to see what the real world is like, and what kind of existence is the one who created them…

Only Li Nuo can do this.

He does not belong to this world, and this world cannot restrict him.

But he never had the courage to take that step.

Li Nuo nodded and said, “I promise you, but before that, I have one more thing to do…”

Li Nuo left here and came to another yard.

As soon as he walked in, Dongfang Qing came over immediately, hugged Li Nuo’s arm tightly, and begged, “Brother Li, please save my grandfather!”

Ever since he broke through to the Saint Realm and saw the truth of this world, Dongfang Xuan has been daydreaming the most.

Yin-Yang masters spent their entire lives studying fate, and finally discovered that fate does not actually exist.

Even though this book has ended, the will of the world is still deducing life for everyone.

All people are nothing more than mindless puppets, at the mercy of the world’s will.

What Li Nuo did was just a small-scale correction.

Knowing this, it is not easy not to die of madness like the ancestors of the Dongfang family and many Yin-Yang saints in history.

Li Nuo stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist lightly.

At this moment, all the living beings in this world, whether they were ordinary people without cultivation or semi-saints and saints from various families, seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.

Even the dogs on the streets of Chang’an raised their heads and looked around blankly.

The whole world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

However, after a moment, people returned to normal and continued what they had just done, as if nothing had happened, and they only felt that their bodies had become a lot more relaxed. But for Dongfang Xuan and the saints of the Yin-Yang School, the whole world had become different.

In their eyes, destiny has disappeared!
They can no longer see other people’s destinies. It’s not that they can’t see them at all, but the destinies they see are blank!
Although this makes them extremely uncomfortable, it represents endless possibilities!

The Yin-Yang cultivation in his body was rapidly fading. Dongfang Xuan looked down and murmured, “My cultivation…”

Li Nuo looked at him and said, “There will no longer be any Yin-Yang family in this world.”

The prediction of Yin-Yang magic is actually a peek into the will of the world.

When the world will disappears and no longer predicts the future for the people on the continent, Yin-Yang magic will no longer exist.

From now on, the people of this world are free.

Their lives are created by themselves, and everyone’s future is full of infinite possibilities.

There are no more Yin-Yang schools in the world, and there is no destiny to be glimpsed anymore.

Even Li Nuo himself can’t do it.

Dongfang Xuan’s dejected expression disappeared. Even though he had lost his saintly cultivation, he still felt a certain relief.

Master Gongsun, who was accompanying Zhao Zhiyi, also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, in an ordinary house in Chang’an.

King Rui put down the book in his hand and a smile appeared on his face.

This world is finally clean…

……

In the small courtyard.

Under the gaze of the saints, Li Nuo’s body slowly faded away.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the bustling city.

The streets are bustling with people. The hot steam rising from the steamed pancake shop is filled with the aroma of sesame. The copper bells on the peddler’s shoulder are jingling. Porters in short brown clothes carrying sacks pass by him. The sour smell of sweat mixed with the fragrance of freshly cut wood hits your face.

Countless passers-by passed by him, and no one noticed that there was suddenly one more person on the crowded street.

Only a child squatting on the street eating candied haws suddenly widened his eyes, grabbed the hem of his mother’s indigo skirt and shouted: “Mom, that person seemed to appear out of nowhere!”

The woman continued chatting with the neighbor and opened the child’s hand without looking back: “Children should not interrupt when adults are talking. Just enjoy your candied haws…”

Li Nuo looked around. The streets here were extremely similar to those in Chang’an, giving him the illusion that he was still in the world of the book.

However, this cannot be the world in the book.

Even for fictional things, we can always find some prototypes. The Chang’an in the book may be constructed by the author based on reality.

He could not feel the will of this world. Confucianism, Legalism, Mohism, martial arts, calligraphy… the various powers in his body also disappeared without a trace.

This is normal. After all, those settings are unique to the book. When he leaves the world of the book, he has to abide by the rules of the real world.

Speaking of which, the Chang’an in the book is even more advanced and developed than here.

Every household there has access to electricity and can travel by advanced means of transportation, but here, people are still stuck in the era of horse-drawn carriages. Li Nuo is very skeptical about how that third-rate author came up with those plots about modern technology.

Until this moment, there are still many mysteries in Li Nuo’s mind.

He walked aimlessly on the street, the tinkling of bells on the necks of mules and horses faded away, the abacus beads of the cloth shop owner crackled, and these sounds formed a dense web, wrapping him in this ordinary and somewhat boring world.

Isn’t it ironic that the third-rate author can create a street with flickering electric lights in fantasy and make Chang’an on the page run a steel behemoth, while his own world is trapped in elm wooden wheels?
I could hear the sound of two people talking.

“Have you seen the new makeup box made by Carpenter Wang? His craftsmanship is really high. The mortise and tenon joints fit perfectly, and the lotus flowers carved on them can even attract real butterflies…”

“I’ve advised him to give up that damned writing business, but he insisted on waiting until his wallet was empty before he got wise…”

“That guy’s writing is only third-rate, but his carpentry skills are first-rate.”

“I’m going to have him build a set of cabinets.”

“It’s time to replace the tables, chairs and benches in my house…”

……

Li Nuo followed the two and came to a residential house in the city. Although it was not dilapidated, it was just an ordinary family’s home. There were many wooden furniture placed in and outside the yard, and the ground was also full of discarded sawdust and wood blocks.

“The cabinet will be ready in three days. Don’t worry about my craftsmanship!”

“We have tables, chairs and benches ready-made in the warehouse. You can pick whichever you like.”

A man was standing in the courtyard, greeting guests enthusiastically. Seeing a figure standing at the door, he immediately came over with a smile on his tanned round face: “Guest, are you here to order custom furniture as well?”

Li Nuo looked at the man. He was probably in his early thirties, not tall, with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat fat body due to middle age. He was the kind of ordinary person who could not be found in a crowd.

Li Nuo smiled slightly and said, “Let me take a look first…”

The man smiled and said, “Then you can take a look first. If you need anything, please call me at any time…”

After saying that, he walked aside and continued the work that he had not yet completed.

He had just picked up the saw when he suddenly looked at Li Nuo again, wondering, “Brother, you look very familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?”

Li Nuo smiled and said, “Maybe…”

The man shook his head, shook off the inexplicable thoughts, and concentrated on sawing the wood.

Li Nuo stood beside him and asked, “I heard that you wrote a novel before?”

The man paused for a moment while sawing, then quickly resumed his movements and said, “That was all in the past. Let’s not talk about it anymore…”

He seemed to remember something and suddenly became alert. He looked at Li Nuo, protecting his head with his hands and said, “You are not here to hit me, are you? Listen to my explanation. I didn’t want to write like that. After I used up all the manuscripts, I was afraid of being scolded and didn’t dare to stop updating. I didn’t have enough time to conceive, so many plots seemed hasty and the copy length was seriously insufficient. It’s not that I don’t want to give the beauty a role, but after they were together, I didn’t know what to write. I don’t want to write about bed every day. I know they all write like that. I want to write about love, revolution, struggle, free will, historical cycles… I have too much to write, and I want to write every one of them well, but I haven’t been able to write any of them well. I’m just a third-rate author who is a dead literary youth. I will never write a book again. Don’t hit me. I’ll give you a 50% discount on furniture. No, 70%…”

After he finished speaking tremblingly, he looked up and found that the person in front of him had disappeared.

“Go, go?”

He breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved.

At this time, a woman with ordinary appearance and wearing a cloth skirt came out of a house, holding a bowl of water, walked up to the man and said, “Husband, drink some water…”

He was a little thirsty, so he picked up the bowl of water and drank it all.

Handing the bowl to the woman, the man glanced at the calluses on his knuckles from years of holding a pen. He was dazed for a moment and fell into deep silence.

The woman noticed that he looked different and asked with concern, “Husband, what’s wrong?”

The man was silent for a long time, then he slowly raised his head and said, “Madam, I, I still want to write a book…”

(End of this chapter)