40,000 Years of Cultivation

Li Yao was still thinking about things during the day.

Although he was far away from the online novelist and didn't see the scene clearly, he didn't know whether he was hallucinating or not. He seemed to hear the sound of the chandelier breaking and falling, and the online novelist breaking his bones.

Later, when the crowd rioted, and when the crowd fled, he also faintly saw the red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, sticking his tongue out at him, what message he wanted to pass on.

Later, I heard news that the online novelist was seriously injured and died, and unfortunately passed away.

Modern society is well-developed with information. Most young people have watched many accidents, **** and brutal videos, and their psychological endurance is not that bad.

But Li Yao's heart was still beating, and his mind was full of this matter.

Is it... fear?

No, in addition to fear, it is more of doubt, and there is a kind of inexplicable thing that flows continuously in the brain circuit.

Li Yao remembered the death of the two masters of fantasy and animation in the East and the West-Gilson and Yoshihiro Takaya.

After more than half a day of fermentation, these two events have caused an uproar in the small circle of fantasy literature and animation lovers. Various semi-true posts are flying all over the sky, as well as the spontaneous mourning of netizens, and so on.

It stands to reason that Li Yao is not a particularly fanatical fan of fantasy literature or comics, so there is no need to join in the fun.

But he just couldn't help but read and read the news about the passing of the two masters, not letting go of every photo, and compared the two pieces of news with the accident at the animation festival.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this.

A fusang cartoonist who loves mahjong, a cruel master of Western fantasy literature, plus a local online novelist-there is no similarity at all, and there is no possibility of any connection.

Although it’s a coincidence that accidents happen almost simultaneously, there are so many fantasy, sci-fi, and fantasy writers in the world, as well as a large number of cartoonists and animation game producers, and there are ten times more employees in the industry. Accidents do not happen. strange.

But Li Yao just thought, just thought...

Looking out through the slanting wind and drizzle on the balcony, the whole Jiangnan University City was shining with dim fireworks in the twilight. It was just repaired not far away. The elevated highway that runs through the city is full of the roar of cars, and the campus is everywhere. All colorful umbrellas make up a splendid world like a kaleidoscope.

This world seems to be a little more monotonous than the last second.

No, not now. More precisely, when the hot headlight fell from the sky and hit the head of an online novelist, Li Yao felt that the "hue" of the entire world had become more monotonous and bleak than the last second. A little bit.

It was like a world originally composed of 18,000 colors, but one color was reduced, leaving only 17,999 colors.

Perhaps, one day, the whole world will become black and white, and even black and white will not exist, leaving only a deadly gloom, forever and ever.

"What hysteria am I having!"

Li Yao woke up from the trance, couldn't help but laugh, and knocked his head hard, "Is it because I have read too many novels or have too many dreams, what are my brains thinking about?"

It's the graduation season now.

The students are busy writing papers, running internships, looking for jobs, and welcoming the first wave of impact from society.

Li Yao's grades and family are average, not enough to make him aloof, daydreaming all day.

He doesn't have too strong professionalism and enterprising spirit, but he hasn't fallen to the point of being playful and self-defeating. Anyway, he is an ordinary one among the three thousand mortal beings. He can live no matter how other people live, and he can't win. Long live sixty cents—isn’t that the case for most of the six to seven billion people in the world?

"Stop thinking about these useless things."

Li Yao took a deep breath, stretched out his hands out of the balcony, took a handful of cold raindrops, and rubbed his hot face vigorously, "I have been daydreaming all day, can I still make a good job? From tomorrow, I really can't. This degenerates, you have to prepare your graduation thesis, and participate in job fairs, and try to find a job with higher development opportunities, buying a house, buying a car, marrying a wife, having children... After all, this year’s job is really difficult. Look, now the house price is so high, I don’t know when and how long can I get the down payment. Who will marry you without a house?"

Li Yao sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness from his bone marrow.

I always felt that there was a layer of invisible and invisible film covering him, making him unable to see the direction, breathless, and unable to exert himself.

Perhaps, real life is like this, the pressure is great, everyone must do their best, exhausted, in order to win some breathing space between the steel jungle, and then it is considered to have completed their responsibilities and missions.

It's better to be a down-to-earth person. After all, he is no longer the age at which he can dream irresponsibly.

Can't live in absurd dreams for a lifetime and never grow up, right?

Li Yao shook his head vigorously, trying to throw all the messy thoughts-accidents during the day, the death of the Eastern and Western fantasy masters, including the Tyrannosaurus rex with lipstick in dreams, out of the sky.

Simply wash, climb on his own high and low bed, throw the whole person into the bunk, his body is extremely exhausted, but his brain is extremely awake, resisting the idea of ​​falling asleep-he doesn't know, if he falls asleep and sees it again in a dream When the Tyrannosaurus rex smeared lipstick on the other end, and the Tyrannosaurus rex once again invited him to "wake up and fight", what should he do?

Li Yao slid on his phone, ready to browse a few more news and posts.

In the WeChat pop-up window, Zhao Kai's portrait flashed, but he sent him a link-the website of the novel "Forty Thousand Years of Comprehension".

It seems that Zhao Kai is really excited.

Li Yao didn't have any mood to read novels at first-he said that from tomorrow on, he can no longer be so depraved, he must work hard, struggle, and study hard to make progress every day!

However, cough cough, isn't it still till tomorrow?

Li Yao clicked the link at will, ready to close the webpage at any time.

Skip the so-called book title, it is a slightly exaggerated introduction:

["This is a'Sirius'-class spar battleship weighing 390 million tons. It is controlled by 1,523 Qi-refining cultivators. The master crystal brain operates 90 million times per second. Divine Mind, the'computing power' is comparable to the Nascent Soul Boss, and it can suppress a planet in an instant!"

Standing on the endless sea of ​​stars, Li Yaozhuo looked at the behemoth in front of him, and silently calculated in his heart, "To dismantle this battleship into scrap, I need-7 seconds!"

In the 40,000 years of cultivation, an ordinary frontier boy, roaring at the stars, a **** legend dominating the galaxy! 】

Seeing that his name appeared in the introduction so majestic and majestic and pretentious, Li Yao didn't feel any excitement in his heart. On the contrary, he was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

This profile is too silly.

What kind of old monster, what calculation power, what master crystal brain-what is this?

He also roars the stars and dominates the galaxy. Now the author can't even write about the fighting between the two villages, so he dares to write about the planet, the galaxy, and the universe. It's a toad yawning, so big.

As for the word "hot blood", based on Li Yao's limited online novel reading experience, it means that the author will use a lot of exclamation marks.

Li Yao yawned and slid the reading interface to the top.

Uh, isn't this a comprehension novel? How can it be classified as a science fiction section?

If this kind of "roaring stars, dominating the galaxy" stuff can be regarded as science fiction, then the snail is also a bull.

The title, introduction, and column division alone made Li Yao lose 90% of his interest.

However, if Zhao Kai asks tomorrow morning, he is still going to scan two chapters casually to deal with it.

Li Yao clicked on "Read Text" and opened the first chapter, which was called "The Tomb of Magic Treasure".

Magic grave?

For some reason, Li Yao's heartbeat was disrupted.

It was like a short needle ten thousand times thinner than a hair, almost non-existent, pierced lightly in his heart.

wake up! wake up!

The heroic spirit who has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, wake up!

The war has started, the horn is roaring!

The multiverse needs you, we...need you!

"What the hell? It's this period of time worrying about graduation and job hunting. Didn't sleep well and was nervous?"

Li Yao dug out his ears hard, hollowed out the annoying noise, rubbed his heart again, and kept watching.

[Rust Lake.

Federal No. 23 Special Waste Treatment Plant.

Also known as the "Magic Tomb".

With the continuous development of comprehension civilization, the magic weapon that used to be superior and only driven by comprehensionists has entered thousands of households and has become an indispensable tool for ordinary people to travel, study and work at home.

While bringing convenience to life, it also produces a large amount of scrap magic weapons and metal garbage.

Most of these trash magic weapons have a lot of spiritual power, which is easy to cause radiation pollution. The rune arrays that build magic weapons are extremely unstable, and even have the risk of explosion. If left alone, it will cause great damage to the environment.

Therefore, around every major city in the Federation, there will always be a number of "special waste disposal sites" to deal with scrap magic weapons.

The No. 23 Special Waste Treatment Plant is located in the southern suburbs of "Floating City", a key federal training town...]

Li Yao looked at these lines for a long time.

Indeed, as Yu Xin said, the writing style is quite... simple, it can only be considered to be reluctant to explain things clearly, and the setting of the background is not too outstanding. It is the start of this kind of "net literature pseudo-science fiction" common garbage dump, even Li Yao I don’t usually read many online novels, and I’ve read no less than ten similar openings. He can’t understand why these authors are so enthusiastic about garbage dumps or why they didn’t use their brains at all when they wrote them. "A moment?

"This is a pseudo-science fiction that can be seen everywhere, plain and shoddy, and there is no need to continue wasting time."

Li Yao bit his lip and warned himself with a sharp voice, "Don't look, there is no need to look any more, don't continue, don't continue, don't continue!"