40,000 Years of Cultivation

Li Yao shook his hands, recalling the taste of his hands running like wind or even turning into a cloud of gray mist, blowing the cool breeze of the early summer night, thinking about his own thoughts.

As soon as the breeze blew, he was not so drunk, and the words of the boss, Zhao Kai and Yu Xin just now echoed in his ears.

It seems that there is not only one person who is as confused as him. Perhaps the vast majority of people in this world are wandering between dream and reality, tossing and turning, and can't ask for it, right?

What's more, since I was young I wanted to be the captain of an aircraft carrier or a large ocean-going ship, or a gymnast or an artist. These are all "dreams". I just read a few novels and made some nightmares about the Tyrannosaurus rex. , The soul is not in the house-what kind of dream is this again?

Li Yao has heard a saying from nowhere, "The so-called dream is just an excuse to escape reality." Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense, at least it is very suitable for himself.

Approximately, it was because of escaping from growing up, escaping from society, escaping from work and having a difficult and boring life, so I got into the world of novels and dreams, and couldn’t get out, right?

Fake, fake, those are all fake!

Li Yao had a big alcoholic hiccup, only to feel that his throat was on fire, and there was a tingling pain.

I feel like nausea, throw up all the confusion and dreams that have haunted me these days, and don't bother him anymore.

This area was originally a suburb of Jiangnan City. Since some universities in the city have moved here to form a university town, quite lively neighborhoods have spontaneously formed in the surrounding area. There are thousands of lights and it is quite popular.

On the other side of the wide road, a new development zone is being constructed, and there is a ten-lane elevated that leads directly to the city. From time to time, the roar of the engine can be heard. Those sports cars that roar past reminded Li Yao with dazzling light what is. Unreal, what is reality.

"Fight, fight, kill you monster!"

"I won, oh oh oh!"

There are a few children playing on the side of the road.

They were wearing masks of monsters, superheroes and robots, holding guns with glowing toy swords, and playing ancient and never-boring war games, with laughter flying all over the sky.

One of the children walked back while playing, accidentally bumped into Li Yao's body, exclaimed, took off the mask, and stuck out his tongue at Li Yao.

Several women's curses came from restaurants, grocery stores and small shops not far away. These children were all startled and ran towards their door.

Most of the restaurants and small shops here are run by nearby residents. They are both shops and their own homes. After school, the children feel that the weather is too hot, so they move the tables and chairs outside while blowing the air while doing homework. In fact, it is just convenient and convenient. Little buddies play—Li Yao vaguely remembers that he was the same when he was a child.

His eyes fell on a textbook spread out by a child, and he couldn't help laughing.

The textbook originally painted an ancient poet or politician, but the boy used a ballpoint pen to smear him beyond recognition. He turned into a one-eyed dragon warrior with a helmet and a pierced armour—not a normal armor, but a crystal magnet on his shoulder. The gun, with gleaming light all over, and war flames surging behind it, was somewhat similar to the crystal armor in Li Yaoyi's dream, like a cosmic pirate smashing the stars.

Li Yao remembered that he seemed to have done similar things when he was a child. None of the ancient celebrities in the textbooks had ever let it go. He was smeared in a mess. People are neither ghosts nor ghosts.

Think about it, Yu Xin, Zhao Kai and even Zhou Ping are the same, right?

It's an impulse that can't be described with pen and ink. Under the boringness, subconsciously smearing, often without even realizing it, the textbook becomes a picture album.

But I don’t know if these children have dreams, those dreams... which are related to the previous life, the stars and the sea, the cosmic war, and the billions of extremely splendid worlds?

I don’t know what the dream of these children is at this moment. Is it to be a scientist, an artist, an adventurer, a captain of an aircraft carrier, or to be a bit more exaggerated-to be a superhero in the universe?

I don’t know, when these children grow up to the ages of Li Yao, Yu Xin, Zhao Kai, and Zhou Ping, will they still remember the joy of playing heroes today, the heroism of being scientists and adventurers, or the desperate realization of their dreams? courage?

Li Yao sighed, and suddenly felt a little excited.

"It's useless, it's impossible to beat."

He muttered to himself, "Face the reality, give up, it is too powerful, it is too powerful, no one can beat it, give up!"

Li Yao didn't know what he was talking about. Perhaps the drinker was just such a nonsense.

He supported the railing on the side of the road, staggered forward, and found his phone.

I touched the icon of the reading software with my finger, hesitated for a moment, and deleted "Forty Thousand Years of Comprehension" including the entire software.

It's useless, give it up, no one can beat it.

Dreams are fake, reality is real. Everyone must live in reality and can never escape, right?

Humans are little ants living on the earth, and they can never, never, ever soar between the stars and the sea, right?

Chasing an illusory dream is of no use except to smash yourself and make people around you miserable, is it?

Yes.

Yes!

Yes?

but……

Why am I still a little unwilling? I always feel that I have lost something, something that is very important and important, and I vowed to use all my strength to defend and pursue something.

The internal organs and the depths of the brain are empty. Something has withered, and he is no longer the real self, just a walking corpse with his own body.

"Boom! Boom!"

At this moment, there were several thunderstorm-like engine noises from behind Li Yao, which sounded like a super-high-powered luxury sports car.

In front of him, a child chased the bouncing ball and rushed to the road.

Li Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the alcohol surging in his blood vessels burned, blasting unparalleled energy into every brain cell, turning all his brain cells into a supercomputer with powerful computing power!

Even without turning his head, he could hear more than a hundred different engine sounds in an instant—that is, all the cars driving on the street within a kilometer.

He can even analyze the brand of each car and their performance parameters and state according to the strength and rhythm of the engine sound, as well as their position in the previous second and the next second, the previous minute and the next minute. .

The chaos caused by the bounce of the ball, the running route of the children, and even the falling trajectory of every leaf that fell in the breeze, within a radius of 100 meters, all the details are in his grasp.

Li Yao didn't think at all, everything was as natural as breathing and heartbeat.

When he used his legs to rush out like an arrow from the string, he didn't feel a little drunk. He just felt that every muscle and every bone in his body had become a precision mechanical part. The tight fit, perfect occlusion, there is nothing thrilling about it, but it can definitely be done-the so-called sack and fetch, this is the case.

He even lowered his head deliberately, paying great attention to the exposed angle of his entire face. At first he didn't realize why he wanted to do this, but soon realized--

He was avoiding surveillance probes near street lights and traffic lights.

It seems that he naturally knows how many surveillance probes there are in the vicinity. Even when he is the most drunk, he deliberately avoids and does not expose his face to the surveillance probes.

He has an ordinary figure and a mediocre face, and there is nothing special about his usual clothes and dressing. Looking into the university campus, he can find three to five hundred college boys who are dressed like him in one minute. This is not intentional. , But an innate habit.

"boom!"

When the high-horsepower luxury sports car whizzed by, Li Yao just threw the child to the ground, fortunately.

The child was not injured, but his face was pale in fright and could not speak for a long time.

Instead, it was Li Yao, who was scratched by the hurricane airflow, and he was unsteady when he landed. He rubbed his elbow severely, dripping with blood.

The incident happened suddenly, but not many people noticed it.

The sports car driver should have noticed-although it is wrong for the child to run out suddenly, he exceeded the speed limit by at least 50%.

However, the red-red sports car only decelerated slightly. Seeing that the two of them were fine, they once again let out a deafening roar, and walked away like no one else.

Not far ahead is the ramp of the viaduct. From here on the bridge is a smooth and unobstructed stretch of tens of kilometers. Because it has just been repaired and there are not many vehicles at night, it has become a racing venue for many people to race-Li Yao day and night Troubled by the roar of the viaduct, the notoriety of these people has long been known.

The fire in his heart suddenly exploded.

It is unclear whether it is anger or excitement. Perhaps it is both. The inexplicable excitement is even stronger. The sports car engine that rushes past him roars like thunder, like a cannon, and a bombardment. In his heart, the long-asleep existence was awakened.

Huh! Swish Swish!

Li Yao's eyes released extremely sharp light, and all the information around him could be seen in full view.

Within one kilometer, there are forty-seven surveillance probes erected on street lights and traffic lights. In addition, there are 132 merchants who may set up their own private surveillance probes.

In the past minute, a total of one hundred and sixty-six cars have been on the ramp one after another, of which 19 were modified sports cars. They appeared in this place at this time, and I don’t ask you what you want to do.

The noodle restaurant 370 meters in front was opened by a young couple from Shanbei Province. Most of the taxi drivers in Jiangnan City are from Shanbei Province. So every night, there are a lot of fellow villagers gathering here. Naturally , There are always a few taxis parked on the side of the road.

Then, there is only one question left.

Li Yao set his sights on the child in his arms.

The little guy is only six or seven years old, he is so desperate, it is naturally impossible to remember his appearance.

Li Yao smiled silently when he saw the robot mask hung around the little guy's neck.