C Language Cultivation

The neighbor was unheard of.

In this case, it is no wonder that Lin Xun defended properly.

He pressed f11.

Program running!

Worms are one of the mainstream viruses. It spreads through the Internet, hiding in all possible places such as web pages, documents, full-screen advertisements and so on. Once infected, malicious actions will be performed in the background, destroying the computer or stealing information.

Lin Xun didn't know what the consequences would be after the virus attacked the place, so he didn't use too strong a virus.

——But, it is enough.

The neighbor's eyes were wide at first, his eyes were full of blue muscles, and he slashed and slashed on the air wall one by one. However, after a minute, his movements suddenly softened, his thick right arm trembles, and the hand holding the knife slightly Trembling.

After half a minute, his eyes were no longer fierce, but he became very confused, and the knife fell to the ground with a cry!

However, the inertia of wielding the knife was still there. He fell forward as a whole, and then barely stabilized his body. He staggered away for several steps, like a drunken man in the middle of the night.

Lin Xun watched him quietly step by step, three steps and one crooked, performing random movements in the open space in front of the building, thinking, really like a stuck computer.

The sun gradually rose, and there were more people walking around in the community. Lin Xun thought that this person was wandering here. It was very dangerous. Even if his mind was completely lost, it would be unsightly. In case the child on the first floor ran out, he was Hit it-it would be worse.

He thought for a while and stepped forward for the security of the community.

The neighbor gave him a confused look.

Lin Xun picked up the keyboard and came up to his head.

——Then picked up the phone: "Master, I was beaten again."

"I am Huo TCM, who is upstairs. You suddenly committed sheep madness. Thanks to Xiaomen, she told me to come down and give you a pulse." Huo Lao TCM fluttered and stood in the sunlight at 8 in the morning Yesterday was kind again.

The neighbor was unclear and touched the painful head, because he was just awake, with a hint of innocence that did not match his body shape: "...and then I knocked it myself?"

Huo Lao TCM caresses his beard: "Yes, but now you are fine, take the "Wuji Electrolepsy Pills" I prescribed for you and take a good rest."

In this way, Huo Lao TCM has gained another "Thank you doctor".

After the neighbor left, old Huo turned to him: "You clearly don't feel the aura, but you can subdue the person with the devil twice, but I have looked down on you for the teacher."

"Master has won the prize." Lin Shu hugged his cherry: "It's more useful to be a child's keyboard."

"This thing is flashy!" said Mr. Huo: "Why don't you just bring a brick when you use this method to deal with people?"

Lin Xun thought for a while: "Slabs may not pass security."

Old Huo did not speak for a while.

Just when Lin Xun thought that he had said something wrong, he suddenly saw that Huo Huo was like a divine initiation, and he laughed with his hands: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Good disciple! There is the legacy of the teacher!"

Well, what Master says is what.

Old Huo praised him and said, "However, what's so special about you? There are two magical species in a row against you."

Lin Xun shook his head.

Is it related to your own system?

That's not right... Old Man Huo is a good cultivator, and he can't see the peculiarities in him. Those demons that are obviously lower than the old man are even more unknown.

Is there anything special about him?

After some unsuccessful discussions, they took the plane to Chengdu according to the original plan. After landing, transfer to the car and arrive at the foot of Mount Qingcheng in the evening.

The scenic spot was closed, ticket sales stopped, there was no people under the mountain, only a few bird calls came from afar.

It was already late, and the rolling hills were covered with a thin layer of mist, flowing slightly like smoke. Even though Lin Xun's aesthetic is very barren, it feels that the scenery is quiet and elegant, really like the place where the fairy lives.

Old Man Huo took him up a level along a secluded mountain road, and walked, said: "Qingcheng Mountain has been powerful these years, ... is the leader of Xianmen. They also commented on a scenic spot, paid tour, they get a commission, they have money Very good! Xiaoyaozi's waist is getting straighter."

"Master," Lin Xun asked: "Is there always been a fairy in the world?"

Old man Huo said: "Our sects are all inherited for thousands of years, and the cultivation of immortals naturally has been since ancient times."

Lin Xun was silent. When they had nothing to say, they continued to go up the mountain. They didn't know how long they had left. When the night was coming, they suddenly heard the voice of a crisp young boy ahead: "Senior Huo?"

With the sound, a figure jumped out of the trees in the mountains-a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in a blue robe with a wicker basket on his back.

"Yo," said Old Huo: "Little Lantern, are you on holiday today?"

The little boy said: "I'm asking for leave, Master said that it would be important to talk about Tao."

It turns out that this is the Lantern Festival-although it looks well-behaved, the Lantern Festival students who use emoticons as WeChat avatars!

Lin Xun was thinking, and was pulled over by Master: "Come on, this is Brother Lin Suan in your group!"

"Lin Daoyou!" Lantern Festival stood before him.

The child looks pretty, a baby face, with a little baby fat, very flattering.

Lin Xun greeted him: "Brother Lantern."

The Lantern Festival grinned and said, "I just took the medicine, and I just want to go back."

They walked together, and before they took a few steps, old man Huo asked, "How about the exam this time?"

The Lantern Festival smile gradually disappeared, the expression was stiff, and the voice was weak: "If you don't forget to write the answer sheet, then... that... it's okay..."

Old man Huo said: "We must step up work!"

Lantern Festival: "... good."

Lin Xun saw his brother Lantern and looked at him: "Brother Lin, are you going to college now? How many points did you take in the exam? I am so nervous now, what should I do?"

Lin Xun: "I didn't test--"

Before he had finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Huo: "Your brother Lin is not a serious schooler, you can't learn him! Repair computer in the future!"

Lin Xun: "... guaranteed."

Old Huo: "...cough."

The atmosphere was suddenly silent.

There was a trace of embarrassment and a trace of silence in the air.

Lantern Festival breaks the embarrassment: "Wow!"

Lin Xun is full of goodwill to the flowers of the motherland: "You can find me in places where you don't know, and you can do it in mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and English."

"But..." Lantern Festival looked up at him: "Brother, I am a liberal arts student, and I chose political, historical, and geographic."

Lin Xun's kindness instantly turned into sincere admiration: "Disrespect."

Old man Huo: "The teacher suddenly remembered that he would go to Tianshi to visit an old friend in the old year and say goodbye first."

After all, I didn't have to wait for someone else to apply oil to the soles of my feet.

Master, is this embarrassing?

Lin Xun looked at the direction of Master's departure and felt that the old man was also a little cute.

Only he and the Lantern Festival were left. At this time, they finally had a common language. The two chatted and walked. After about 40 minutes, the mountain road turned, and between the green mountains, the Taoist mountain gate floated independently.

Lantern Festival: "It's here!"

However, noisy disputes came from the entrance of the mountain.

Lantern Festival pulled on Lin Linxun's sleeve and said, "It's that group of people again!"

Lin Xun: "Huh?"

In the night, he vaguely saw a group of people dressed in robes gather under the mountain gate, arguing with the two Taoists guarding the mountain gate.

Headed by the humane: "Don't you fight for a few days? Are you afraid of us? We will fight Mount Qingcheng today, return to Shangqing Palace, and find justice!"

Lin Xun: "Who are they?"

Lantern Festival said: "A group of stinky sword repairers walked away from the evil gate, and they only knew about fighting and fighting inside. They were expelled from the mountain gate by my master a few years ago and went out to stand on their own."

Speaking of which, Yuanxiao wrinkled his nose: "But our Qingcheng Mountain is the head of the Xiandao, and there is a Xiandao Qibao Town faction. Their eyes are greedy and they claim to be the Qingcheng Orthodox. Shangqing Palace. Brother, you were not in the group before-they used to say bad things about Qingcheng when they were in the group... I was completely kicked out by my master a month ago."

"But..." Yuanxiao scratched his head, his voice lowered: "They are really able to fight, and we can't beat Qingcheng..."

"Who!" The man suddenly turned his head and looked at them.

"Yo," he raised an eyebrow: "Yuanxiao Junior Brother?"

This person looks ordinary, and he can't see any irrelevant details at night, but the tone is a real frivolous provocation: "Little brother, how many tricks do you have with brother?"

Yuanxiao shivered and shrank back to Lin Xun.

"Who is this?" The man came over and looked at Lin Xun: "Xiaoyao's new apprentice? Or Danyang? Old things net receive some embroidered pillows!"

Lantern Festival: "You...!"

"Me?" The man casually wiped his sword: "Bring Brother Qi up the mountain."

Lantern Festival: "You want to be beautiful."

The man's gaze narrowed, Jian Guang was awkward, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to the Lantern Festival: "Did not listen to Brother's words?"

The hand that grabbed Lin Xun's sleeves in Yuanxiao was tightened again. The child was probably scared, and his voice shook a little: "You...not my brother."

The surnamed Qi sneered.

The Lantern Festival shook again and whispered to Lin Xun: "Lin... Brother Lin, I can't beat him."

Lin Xun patted the back of his hand to appease: "You stand back."

Lantern Festival said: "Qi Yun was a big disciple in Qingcheng before. It is very powerful. We have to find a way to escape."

Lin Xun didn't speak, and picked off the trembling Lantern Festival from himself, and looked at the person named Qi Yun.

Qi Yun looked at him, but he still spoke to the Lantern Festival: "Yo, Brother Shi has found a backer? Today, I am so determined not to take Brother Brother up the mountain?"

As he said, the sword in his hand raised a little bit and pointed to Lin Xun's door, as if he was about to attack.

Lin Xun looked at Qi Yun and the sword in Qi Yun's hand.

He opened the backpack and took out the cherry, and handed the bag to Yuanxiao.

Qi Yun laughed, pulled a sword flower, and then said: "Brother, is this your magical instrument a little ridiculous?"

"Brother," Lin Xun stood opposite him, unmoved, and said lightly: "It is illegal to control knives."