40,000 Years of Cultivation

The wind was stunned, the rainstorm was stunned, the thunder was stunned, the queen was stunned, and Li Jialing was stunned.

"Xinghai Republic?"

The queen frowned and muttered to herself.

"Firefly?"

Li Jialing blinked quickly, in disbelief.

"correct!"

Of course, Li Yao nodded, blinked his clear water-like eyes, turned his head and asked the boy, "Have you heard of the Xinghai Republic and the Firefly?"

"Have heard."

The boy thought for a while, and said seriously, "I heard that they are a bunch of trash comprehensors who are timid, shameless, and inferior to cockroaches and mice. A thousand years ago, they were beaten to pieces by the empire. Xinghai's Middle East hides in Tibet and continues to degenerate. Now it has become a total star thief, or is it completely extinct?"

Li Yao: "...Uh, although I don't like your wording very much, that's right, your brother Yao is from that Xinghai Republic, Firefly!

"How about, Your Royal Highness, no matter how downfall our Firefly is, it's the last land of the Xinghai Republic. When we fled the empire, we took so many bottles and cans with us, and the high-level officials still had a lot of things unknown. Secrets, such as the coordinates of countless Xinghai Empire relics and secret treasures! The skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the rotten ship has three catties of nails. Xinghai Republic can cultivate a strong **** of transformation, and the Firefly has the repair and maintenance of giant soldiers. Ability-is there a flaw? Just think about it, come up with a flaw, please behead my head!"

Li Yao is righteous and confident, with bones in every word.

But my heart is still a little weak.

The existence of the Firefly should be a big secret that only he knows—according to the Firefly’s own logbook, after a lapse of three to five hundred years, they were discovered by the Black Wind Fleet of the Imperial Expeditionary Force more than ten years ago. But Hei Yeming, the commander of the Black Wind Fleet, did not report the matter to the empire in order to swallow this piece of fat alone. Otherwise, if the local area sends new reinforcements, wouldn't such a big credit be taken away?

Later, when the Black Wind Fleet was hit hard and almost the entire army was wiped out, the commander-in-chief Hei Yeming was no longer there. Deputy Commander-in-chief Di Feiwen wanted to make peace with the Federation, using the power of the Federation to return to the empire. Such vital information was sent back to the empire's homeland.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, the most vaguely known in the empire is that the Black Wind Fleet has sailed to the age of the Xinghai Empire. On the edge of the human border, it encounters some barren worlds with little development value, and there are still unruly barbarians living on it. The black wind man was grinning at this hard bone without much oily water.

But you shouldn't know how powerful the Federation is, how many secret treasures the ancient sacred world and the Kunlun Secret Realm contain, let alone the existence of the Xinghai Republic and the Firefly!

However, this is always "in theory." Does the ghost know that the queen has any other sources of intelligence?

In case it explodes, with her violent temper, it's no use holding her thigh to call grandma!

Li Yao condensed his life-long skills of hundreds of years of hard work into his face and eyes. His heart was extremely nervous, but his expression and eyes were extremely open. Every ravine on his face crisscrossed and formed the word "sincerity"!

The queen furrowed her brows and looked at him in silence for a long time. Her eyes were like two poisonous snakes. She wanted to follow his eyeballs into his brain and swallow all his memories. She looked at each other for half a minute before saying: " Go on and talk about your birth and growth on the Firefly."

Li Yao let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed the second level again.

"I was born in the bottom compartment of the trash ship, among the hundreds of starships that make up the Firefly."

Li Yao's eyes are flooded with memories, his voice is low and melancholy, "It is a dark world with harsh environment, smoky atmosphere, difficult survival, and the weak and the strong. It is also called the'magical tomb'."

"Because the Firefly is a Xinghai Wanderer, in the most difficult time, the remains of the abandoned world and the Xinghai battlefield can not be found for decades, and no effective supplies can be obtained. Therefore, we must not waste any fragments of magic weapons, even if it seems Useless, no matter how fragmented rubbish, will be piled up on the **** boat, condensed into a pile of **** mountains, that is my home."

Hearing this, Li Jialing couldn't help but ask: "Smoke and miasma, the weak and the strong? Are you not self-proclaimed cultivators?"

Li Yao moved his lips, as if his old face blushed, unable to answer this question, but cast an erratic look at Li Linghai.

The queen snorted coldly: "Cultivators, cultivators, how can there be any clear boundaries? When resources are abundant, everyone is a respectable and upright cultivator, and when resources are insufficient, when most of the people are about to starve to death, ha ha, In the past, the righteous gentlemen and chivalrous men would inevitably regard “the weak and the strong, the winner is the king” as the most famous saying!

"The Firefly has drifted in the sea of ​​stars for nearly a thousand years. Although it has escaped the pursuit of the empire, it will inevitably escape to the increasingly barren and desolate star realms on the fringe of human civilization. There is no supply, lack of communication, narrow space, and lack of resources- There are no cultivators left, I'm afraid that the remnants of the Xinghai Republic are inferior to the fake cultivators of the Empire today!"

Li Yao coughed awkwardly, and said, "His Royal Highness may have something to say. In short, my childhood was spent in the dangerous environment of the magic treasure tomb and the life and death fight. That black experience may be with Li Jialing. Isn’t it a little similar to his growth process, which is why I feel good about this younger brother when I meet him.”

"Brother Yao..."

Although Li Jialing still doesn't quite understand the true meaning of "Magic Tomb", he still knows something about "Xinghai Republic, Firefly" in history books and various reading materials.

Many experts in the Empire have speculated on the outcome of the Firefly. Their speculations are the same as those of Li Linghai. They believe that under the despair of being extremely scarce of resources and unable to find a way out, the Firefly will definitely collapse, and the one before the collapse. The scene of the doomsday must be a hundred times more terrifying than the harshest slave mines in the empire.

When Li Jialing thought that Li Yao was born in such a place, he added a subtle feeling to him.

Li Yao sighed and continued: "In short, I, who had no father, no mother, and helplessness, should have died in the dark and cruel magic treasure tomb when I was a teenager, but one day, I accidentally found it in the magic treasure tomb. A bruised uncle has since changed me, maybe he, and your destiny!"

Li Jialing held his breath and trembled: "That's it, is my biological father?"

"Yes."

Li Yao nodded and fell into the memory of a long time ago, but this paragraph is really truthful, "No one knows where this uncle came from or what happened to him. Anyway, when I found him, he was already seriously injured, even his internal organs. Naked outside..."

Li Yao noticed that Li Linghai's eyes trembled visibly.

Even breathing evenly all the time, there was a disturbance of 0.01 second.

In a peerless powerhouse at the peak and even higher realm of God Transformation, this is absolutely impossible to lose control.

Before the boy exclaimed again, Li Yao continued: "At that time, I thought this uncle had committed something on another starship, or provoke someone, so he sneaked onto our junk ship. This is common among the hundreds of starships that make up the Firefly.

"I don't know how to think, but the ghosts and gods have a subtle affection for the uncle. Maybe I have never had a father, and his appearance looks very reliable, right?

"Anyway, to put it briefly, I saved my uncle. After he got well, I saved me several times and adopted me as his son. He taught me all his craftsmanship and gave it back. I had a rusty weird flying sword, and then the flying sword burst, and inside was this slimy, soft, and very elastic black sphere. I called it'Xiao Hei'."

"You, you..."

The queen couldn't help pacing back and forth, maybe even she didn't know what she wanted to ask, and she said for a long time, "Just the two of you, living together?"

"Only the two of us, my adoptive father, my father, is not a person who is good at speech. He usually repairs magic weapons in silence, in exchange for food to feed us and drink and drink. The only hobby is to polish the magic weapons to thin pieces. The cicada wings are crystal clear, and then they are carved into beautiful, crystal-like roses."

Li Yao smiled and said, "At most, in our small shack, there are piles of metal roses full of pits and pits, and I sleep in a panic. I once asked him what he did with so many useless things. You can't change a few dollars if you take it out. It's better to piece together some magic weapons, but he still didn't answer me.

"Thinking about it now, I understand. Perhaps, he spent his entire life and effort to carve 99,999 metal roses, and also meticulously engraved various runes on them to make them more beautiful than real roses. Lun Meihuan, just to give it to...a woman on the other side of the Xinghai Sea, right?"

This thing is true.

Of course, the number of metal roses may not be 99,999, but there must be many, many.

Because after the death of the old man, Li Yao used these metal roses to submerge his ashes, pile them into a small mountain bag, and be buried together in the deepest part of the magic treasure tomb. Later, they were completely buried by the endless mountain of rubbish.

In the vicissitudes of life, when Li Yao spent a hundred years of hibernation and returned to the Federation, the magic tomb of Floating City was completely unrecognizable.

But to this day, maybe the ashes of the old man are still buried deep in the ground of Tianyuan Star with these beautiful and shining metal roses?

Li Linghai looked in a daze, but the indifferent mask and armor that he could not see all over his body could no longer condense.

Her fingertips, arms and shoulders all trembled lightly, as if squeezed from the depths of her heart, thorns entwining her body in a flash!