40,000 Years of Cultivation

Seeing the graffiti of these ballpoint pens and signature pens, Li Yao's heart was beating violently, and he had to squeeze his heart with his hands to suppress the familiar and weird feeling in his heart.

Turning back, there are some "magic weapons" sketches, most of which are chain saw swords, concussion knives, and arrow blast guns. Not only are they distinctive in appearance, they are unified and harmonious, and traces of mature industrial design can be seen. It is very different from the common design style, and there is a very fine internal structure, which seems to be an intricate, delicate circuit board.

This is even more strange.

Li Yao is studying economics. He is very sure that he has not taken courses in industrial design and circuit design. If those "fiction scenes" in the front are still graffiti, these beautiful and rigorous structure diagrams, how can they return? thing?

Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.

"Do I still have the potential that I haven't discovered, I am a genius without a teacher, should I take an industrial design exam?"

He continued to flip it down, and there were more behind.

This time, it was a few sketches criss-crossed like a three-dimensional maze. Li Yao turned his notebook over and over for a long time before he realized that it was finally not the characters, scenes or magic weapons in the novel, but their dormitory buildings and teaching buildings, and even the whole The architectural structure map and topographic map of the university.

Although it is difficult for Li Yao to judge the accuracy of these architectural structural drawings and topographical maps, the skill of the draftsman can be seen only by the mysterious and complicated lines and the tight scale. Li Yao does not think he has never studied architectural design. He still has this kind of craftsmanship. What's very strange is that, no matter the teaching building or the dormitory building, the ventilation pipes and sewer pipes are the focus of his description and labeling-even the ventilation pipes winding all the way to the women's toilet. And the sewer pipes were drawn meticulously by him.

"Yes, are you mistaken? Are these all my own hands? Who am I, a hidden industrial and architectural design genius, or a deeply hidden perverted voyeur?"

Li Yao looked at the structural drawing of the building and was stunned for a while before he could figure it out.

I think day by day and dream at night. I have been on campus for several years. It’s not surprising that I am familiar with the general structure of the teaching building and dormitory building, but these drawings are not even the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes hidden between the floors. Leak, it's so weird!

However, this also explains Li Yao's other doubts.

——From getting out of bed and peeing to waking up suddenly, it takes only three to five hours, of which one or two hours can be used for painting that has not yet been discovered.

Within an hour or two, he had to paint so many delicate, lifelike, closely-knit scenes and structural drawings. No wonder his fingers were so painful.

Li Yao rubbed his ten fingers, and found a few dents left by the brush too hard, as well as the traces of pen and ink left between the fingers. This confirmed his judgment. Ying Yingchao recalled these scenes, magic weapons and structural drawings. It was indeed painted by him.

It was about the darkest time before dawn. He read the novel and saw the blood boiled and he couldn’t be himself. Suddenly he felt a sense of nowhere to vent. He only felt that ten fingertips were about to turn into ten Taiyi Thunder magnets, and his palms There were countless burning runes appearing on the back of his hands and on the back of his hands. Somehow, he waved a little ink and started writing quickly, leaving these things behind.

This is nonsense.

He didn't paint it himself. Could it be that someone sneaked up to him in the middle of the night and used his pen and notebook to play pranks?

Li Yao knows Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well. They are not the ones who can do this kind of pranks. Besides, the brothers in the dormitory do not have the slightest amount of art and design. Who can paint such complicated things?

Li Yao turned to the blank page and held the pen again. He wanted to draw another one in his awake state, no matter what he painted—the scene, the magic weapon, the structure of the building, the map.

Of course, Ding Lingdang was what he wanted to paint the most. He wanted to paint 10,000 kinds of Ding Lingdang to see who this mysterious girl was.

It's a pity that the burning feeling in the palm of his palm has disappeared. He bit his pen for a long time and barely drew a few sketches, all of which were crooked graffiti, and he couldn't find the spirituality of last night.

"What is it called, a genius overnight?"

Li Yao tilted the chair up and shook it, but couldn't find the slightest clue.

At this time, he found that there was a problem with his right hand.

He just took the pen to draw, and now he clamped the pen between **** and rotated it unconsciously-this kind of little game called "turning the pen" is popular among college, middle and elementary school students. It’s a leisure time to relieve boredom, and everyone can do it. In folk sports, of course, most people put the pen on their fingertips and rotate them a few times at most. Even if they can play one or two fancy styles, even a middle-class player can get exclaims from his peers. The same is true for Li Yao, who usually feels dazed. I fall asleep whenever I get the chance. Being able to make two or three turns without falling is the limit.

But now, his right hand seems to be infused with mysterious spirituality, he has his own life, or is surrounded by a strange magnetic field, manipulating the ballpoint pen to jump lightly and frantically at his fingertips, making one after another. The fancy that he had never seen before, the rotation between squares and inches, turned out a thrilling feeling and the sound of breaking the wind, no matter how it moved, it always stuck firmly to his fingers.

"How can it be?"

Li Yao was dumbfounded.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. He feels that his ten fingers are getting more and more sensitive and slender. They can make some incredible movements against the joints. He even saw that the ballpoint pen had obviously slipped from the fingertips, but was affected by an invisible force. Traction, jump to the palm again, as if the drill is spinning quickly.

Moreover, the less he concentrates and the less he thinks about his fingers, the faster he turns the pen, and the more gorgeous and gorgeous his style. Once he notices it too much, he consciously manipulates his fingers and ballpoint pen. Instead, he became clumsy. The more he wanted to control, the more he couldn't control it. In the end, with a "click", the ballpoint pen finally fell to the ground.

The five fingertips of his right hand were also flushed red, painful like acupuncture.

Li Yao stared at the pen falling on the ground, as if staring at a hibernating poisonous snake.

Why, his hand suddenly became so sensitive — there are a few students in Li Yao's class who like to turn pens, and Li Yao has also watched some videos of so-called "pen-turning masters" through them. It's not that he brags himself. Compared with the fancy style just now, the hands of those masters of pens are no different from chicken paws, they are still cooked.

Li Yao thought of a word for no reason, or a descriptive technique.

The author of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", "Wu Niu Zhenren", has a very poor vocabulary and description skills. Every time he describes how fast the repairing magic weapon of "Cultivation Li Yao" is, and how magical the technique is, he will use "hands into two pieces". "Road gray fog" to describe.

Although Li Yao had made complaints many times when he was reading, he had to admit that his hand had indeed turned into a gray fog when he recalled the act of turning the pen just now. If the speed was faster, it might still be in the fog. Strands of arcs will burst out!

Come to think of it, when he drew the scene maps, structure maps, and topographic maps earlier, he was so fast, otherwise, it would be impossible to finish half a notebook in just one or two hours.

"Hit a ghost!"

Li Yao was fidgeting, pacing back and forth, only to feel the wind and wind in the small dormitory, ghostly, and scared that he shivered a few times and got goose bumps.

But I want to break my head and I can’t figure out what is going on-I have only heard of ghosts hitting walls and ghosts on beds, and I have never heard of ghosts teaching people to play tricks!

His hand, his hand...

A feeling of scorching heat spread from the heart to the whole body, and from the whole body to the fingertips. He suddenly felt that his fingers were itchy. It was not the itching of mosquito bites in the ordinary sense, but the itch that was a hundred times harder than that. He thought Shouting, he wants to bite, he wants to put all ten fingers on the roughest bricks and rub them, he even wants to burn the fingertips with fire, but what he wants to do most is... to remove things.

Yes, he suddenly knew what he was going to do.

He wants to disassemble all the things that can be disassembled into the most basic components.

This feeling is like a deadly lightning, which cannot be resisted.

Before his brain could react, he stretched out his wicked hands toward his desk, panting, almost blinking, and he didn't even see the gestures clearly. All the signature pens and ballpoint pens on the desk turned into the finest pieces. The parts are arranged neatly.

He couldn't help himself, and tremblingly opened the desk, which contained a broken calculator and a radio for audiometry.

Although these two electronic products are not too complicated, they are also composed of hundreds of parts, and they are very tightly engaged, and they are hard to eat with very small screws.

Li Yao didn't have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint pen refill, and within three minutes, the calculator and the radio were completely disassembled, and every part was back to the state where it had just been manufactured.

Li Yao stared at the two piles of parts for a long time, then put the ballpoint pen core in his mouth and bit and bit.

"Flap!"

Suddenly he slapped himself twice and awake for a while, then closed his eyes, mixed the two piles of parts together, rubbed and rubbed the mahjong technique to make sure that all parts of the calculator and the radio were completely mixed up.

"Impossible, irrational, there is absolutely no way to explain the whole thing, how did my hand become like this, and the structure, weight, material, size and other data of each part are circling in my mind. My hands, wait, what are my hands doing!"

Li Yao opened his eyes abruptly, just to see that he was installing several button batteries and AAA batteries into the renewed calculator and radio.

That’s right, he’s very sure, time has passed by at most half a minute, the wall clock on the opposite wall has not yet completed a full circle, and it has just been scattered into a pile, even the manufacturer may not even separate a large number of parts, has been clean and neat. To restore.