40,000 Years of Cultivation

Above is Zhang Daniu’s balcony window, which is only a step away from the writing desk where he works. Within five seconds, he took the computer silently, found a place to copy all the documents inside, and then put the computer silently. Put it back, God knows nothing, no one will notice the abnormality.

Then Li Yao could search these documents slowly, find the outline of "Forty Thousand Years of Comprehension", figure out the truth of the Vulture Project, and the mysteries hidden behind the "earth", and maybe unlock even more powerful "superpowers." , Or, according to the saying in the book-"supernatural powers"!

However, when Li Yao was about to jump forward, the muscles all over his body suddenly tightened.

wrong.

His pupils suddenly shrank into two pinpoints, bursting with vigilant light.

He heard a heartbeat.

An unusually rapid heartbeat, more than two hundred beats per minute, came from Zhang Daniu's bedroom, both like a fierce battle drum, and a hurricane engine. In the silent night, let alone how clear it was.

This is impossible.

Although alcohol can stimulate the body's heartbeat and accelerate blood circulation, it is impossible to maintain a heartbeat of 200 beats per minute for a long time-this is a phenomenon that occurs only when overloaded and intense exercise!

Li Yao was quite sure that Zhang Daniu was already lying on the bed and slept, his heartbeat was slightly faster, but he was still within the normal range, there was no such strange phenomenon.

Moreover, in addition to the heartbeat, Li Yao seemed to hear a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, coming from above the heartbeat, it should be Zhang Daniu's head—just like the author's head is growing in it. It is full of intricate gears, and these gears are moved by a mysterious force, and they are moving fast, reaching the limit!

"Isn't alcohol poisoned anymore?"

Li Yao's heart was very serious. It would be terrible if an innocent person was poisoned by alcohol for his own sake.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

At this time, Li Yao heard a very strange sound coming from the room again, as if coins were constantly falling to the ground.

"He is awake?"

Li Yao couldn't help but curiosity, leaning against the window edge, risking half of his head out, and looking into the room.

Zhang Daniu did wake up, sitting on the edge of the bed, bowed his waist, and looked towards the ground.

But his expression really didn’t seem to be awake—his eyes were deeply sunken, as if sunken into his brain, his nostrils expanded exaggeratedly, his breathing was abnormally rapid, and his face had a mysterious smile, as if he had fallen into it. An invisible magic cave, still muttering in his mouth, I don't know what I'm talking about.

There was an open piggy bank on the bedside table. He was holding a handful of coins in his hand and twisting the coins with his fingers. They bounced high, then dropped to the ground one by one, then lowered his head to look at the coins. The pros and cons.

Li Yao stared at his lips for a long time, and finally figured it out. It turned out that he was muttering: "Why can't I stand up? It's strange!"

nonsense.

Li Yaoxin said, "It's either a flower or a character. How can it be possible to stand up?"

In a moment, a handful of coins were all scattered.

Zhang Daniu's hands were empty, staring at his empty eyes for a long time, suddenly he picked up a coin, put it on the bedside table, and stood up cautiously.

Looking at the coins standing up, he finally gave out a contented grin, then staggered to the desk, and turned on the computer with trembling hands.

He tilted his head and stared at the computer for a long, long time. The corners of his eyes and mouth made nervous twitches from time to time, and his appearance was terrifying.

"What is he doing?"

The second monk Li Yaozhang couldn't figure it out, "Is he drunk or not, is he asleep or awake, or is... sleepwalking?"

That's right, there was a flash of lightning in Li Yao's mind, and the other party was indeed sleepwalking. All of this was an unconscious reflex.

"squeak-"

As soon as this idea came up, Li Yao "heard" a very sharp neighing in Zhang Daniu’s brain, similar to infrasound or ultrasound, which is not heard by normal human ears, but it will cause strong irritation to the cranial nerves. So scared that Li Yao almost fell off the balcony on the fifth floor.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Daniu's hand moved.

He seemed to be a drunk or sleepwalking person. It was an extremely efficient typing machine. At first, the typing sound was still "Da Da Da Da", but it quickly became "Shu Sha Sha Sha" for three to five minutes. After the "warm-up", the sounds of a dozen characters percussively mixed together and turned into a continuous, continuous noise.

And his fingers didn't look like human fingers at all, but rather like bullets fired from a machine gun, devastating the poor keyboard.

The dark night, the dim light, the weird smile, the grotesque-looking author, in a sleepwalking state, banged on the computer frantically, and there was a gecko-like superpower hanging outside the window—even Li Yao didn’t figure it out. What is going on in a scene like the opening scene of a horror movie.

And the scariest thing is...

Li Yao was sharp-eyed. From his point of view, he could just see Zhang Daniu’s computer screen. He found that the author did not type the keyboard indiscriminately, but actually typed a paragraph of text that was coherent, logically fluent, and meaningful. , He also caught a glimpse of keywords like "Li Yao, Ancient Sage Realm, Dragon and Snake Star Territory".

This is the latest chapter of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation". "Li Yao of Cultivation" has finally returned to the Federation with the Eleven Strongest Old Sages, ready to start a decisive battle between the Federation and the Empire-Black Wind Fleet!

Li Yao almost screamed.

how can that be possible?

It is not a question of whether the author can type while drunk or sleepwalking, but his typing speed is too fast.

It should be understood that a nationally certified typist can handle about two to three hundred words of text input per minute. If it is a professionally trained and experienced senior typist, it is possible to process up to three to five hundred words, converted into an hour. , Is from 10,000 to 15,000 words.

But that is when you are familiar with the manuscript and know it well. It can only be done occasionally, and even with the help of some shorthand skills, it will never last for a long time.

And an author, if he wants to conceive words, plots, and descriptions in his mind, he must be coherent, logically fluent, at least without major contradictions, and the speed is naturally impossible to be so fast, even by the standards of Internet writers. , The writing speed of 2,000 words per hour is the limit. Although some people say that 6,000 words or 8,000 words have been written per hour, it is a very rare phenomenon with detailed outlines, full of inspiration, and particularly good competitive conditions.

And Zhang Daniu's current "hand speed" obviously exceeds 6,000 to 8,000 words per hour, and even exceeds the speed of writing more than 10,000 words per hour for advanced typists.

Li Yao didn't know how fast he was. He only felt that his hands were really like the novel written, "turned into a gray mist", and even the text on the screen could not keep up with his speed, and he dragged a line. The afterimage of the Tao.

Moreover, Li Yao noticed that his eyes were always fixed on the screen, and he had neither paid attention to the keyboard, nor read any electronic or notebook drafts and outlines.

So, he was suddenly full of words and thoughts. Without a draft, he wrote a manuscript of at least 10,000 words in just half an hour?

Can normal humans really do this kind of thing?

Li Yao wondered if he was dazzled.

However, it is not too strange to think that I had muscles in the dormitory yesterday and tore a dumbbell in half.

This is a world where superpowers really exist.

Could it be that Zhang Daniu, like himself, is actually a superpower, but his superpower is that he can write novels at an incomparably fast speed without being conscious, similar to... "Codeword Man"?

"Well, the world is full of surprises. Since "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" can inspire the super powers of the reader, what is it strange to inspire the super powers of the author himself?"

Li Yao said to himself.

He originally wanted to steal Zhang Daniu's computer, but he accidentally discovered such a weird phenomenon, but he didn't rush for a while.

As a result, Zhang Daniu always sat in front of the computer, as if he had fallen into a madness. Li Yao wasn't sure if he would take his computer right now or turn him into a terrorist bomb.

Secondly, Li Yao knows that people who fall into a sleepwalking state cannot be frightened. If they wake up suddenly, it is very likely that they will hurt their souls.

Li Yao could only curl up outside the window patiently, waiting for the author to finish writing.

But after waiting for two hours, Zhang Daniu's speed still showed no signs of slowing down. The laptop was almost smoked by him.

This explains a question-Zhang Daniu once said that his computer often breaks down, and he sent it to be repaired several times, and every time he repaired it, it broke.

Nonsense, to ravage the keyboard at this intensity, maybe in addition to crazy typing, there are infrasound and ultrasonic waves and other weird ripples. Can the computer be broken?

Fortunately, it was midnight and no one passed by in the community. Otherwise, Li Yao would have been hanging out the window for so long, he would definitely be spotted.

If so, he also hung his arms sore and weak, his abdomen was empty, and his internal organs were kneaded into a ball.

"not good!"

When the first Venus appeared in front of him, Li Yao had a warning sign, and he found that he was a little weakened.

Even a super-powered person must follow the law of conservation of energy. His body has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few days. The strengthening of every strand of cell has to be at the expense of swallowing a large amount of nutrients. His current meal intake is higher than that of normal people. Ten meals are too many.

I had dinner with the author last night. Although I ordered a big pot full of meat and bones, under normal circumstances, two or three strong men can eat to their satisfaction, but for Li Yao's bottomless stomach, it is far from enough.

At that time, there were so many people, Li Yao couldn't order thirty or fifty pots of meat and bones in one breath, so shocking the world, after thinking about five minutes to complete the task, did not expect to supplement nutrition in advance, this time like thunder in his belly. I was so hungry in an instant.