Him and their stars

Xiao Xuanwu twitched his face as he looked at the still burning incense burner and the fragrant smell in the room, but he didn't feel any enjoyment. Instead, he sighed very humanely, and then looked at Long Yuan with a look that was a little more... Very dissatisfied.

However, as an accessory to the founder of the Spiritual Research Society, Xiao Xuanwu has long known that this third-generation disciple of the Spiritual Research Society, code-named "Long Yuan", although he has the face of a Tiruluo person, is actually the person who was Raised by a family in East Asia. His adoptive grandfather was the host of an old-school Taoist temple, and occasionally helped dignitaries with their home feng shui. His adoptive father ran a traditional ink painting classroom. You can imagine what kind of family atmosphere it was like.

Therefore, although he looks like a typical Tirero person on the outside, his core is more earthly than most earthlings. He does things quite traditionally and pays great attention to rituals.

At this time, Long Yuan was seen clasping his hands and bowing: "Uncle Master, thank you for your hard work and use your supreme magical power to cross the virtual realm. My disciple is lucky to live up to his fate."

Xiao Xuanwu is Lan Jiufeng's contracted fantasy beast, and his status is equivalent to that of the White Crane Boy next to the Antarctic Immortal. It is quite reasonable for him to be called "Master Uncle" by a third-generation disciple. However, this young, highly intelligent fantasy beast still had goosebumps all over his body - even though he was covered in gorgeous scales and had neither goosebumps nor goosebumps - then he got angry, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his short Short little paws.

Long Yuan quickly opened a small box, took out three golden balls with his fingers and handed them over.

Little Xuanwu didn't even move his hands, he just popped out his tongue and rolled the three balls in the opponent's palm into his stomach, and continued to support his stubby fingers.

Long Yuan quickly took out an object the size of a red bean from his arms. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was a tiny detector that was silver-gray all over. It was the one he had stuffed into the section of the "Mechanical Monster" before.

"I'll trouble my uncle to leave this treasure in the hands of Grand Master," he said.

Even though Long Yuan looks like he lives in ancient times, he actually has a degree in energy engineering. However, because of this, he knew that such a small micro-robot with such excellent performance could not be made with the current technical level, so he called this thing "this treasure".

As a core disciple of the third generation of the Spiritual Research Society with the "Sword Number", he had vaguely heard that the sect had gained a lot from its exploration activities in the New World last year. Maybe, this miniature detection robot is a relic of the Enlightened One excavated from a certain ruins.

Little Xuanwu nodded arrogantly, took the nanorobot over, and then stretched out his other little hand and rubbed his short fingers again.

Long Yuan was slightly startled, then understood what the other party meant, and said helplessly: "Uncle, it's already cold. And I don't know if it will suit your taste."

Xiao Xuanwu widened his gorgeous and deep eyes like obsidian, and let out a rough breath from his nose.

Long Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a piece of dried meat as wide as his index finger from his pocket with a reluctant expression. At first glance, it was torn from the "monster".

"The junior only hid this little secretly. After eating it at that time, even with the junior's appetite, he could feel full and the taste was extremely rich. It would be great if it could be mass-produced as military ration. However, To you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Little Xuanwu stretched out his flexible tongue again and swallowed the "old bacon strips" from hundreds of millions of years ago. He blinked his eyes, as if appreciating the taste, and then slowly showed a little bit of satisfaction, waved his hand like Long Yuan, and then disappeared in an instant.

What happened next was beyond what Long Yuan could know. Naturally, he didn't know that after three hours of virtual express delivery, this silver-gray machine the size of a mung bean had crossed a physical distance of two million light-years and arrived at the Tianshu Galaxy in the New China Star Region. On the space station.

Then, in full view of Professor Zinov and his students, this psychic phantom beast swaggered into the conference room of the space station.

As for the price paid, perhaps it was because Xiao Xuanwu consumed too much. After this virtual express delivery, its mental state deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye. He ignored the curious or fascinated gazes of the people around him, and just breathlessly thrust the machine into the hands of a burly but elegant man.

This person is a master of psychic techniques and arrays known as "Mr. Jin" in Taoism, and is one of the legendary "Seven Sons of Lingyan".

Immediately afterwards, little Xuanwu retracted his head, limbs and tail into the thick carapace, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep as if no one was around.

Just looking at its current performance, it seems that instead of transporting a small detector the size of a mung bean, it is carrying a container and running a triathlon.

"You look so lackluster." Mr. Jin laughed and scolded: "I know it is very tiring for you to carry foreign objects through the virtual world, but intelligent creatures have to go beyond their limits. Come here more times , maybe it can evolve two hundred years earlier."

Little Xuanwu continued to huddle in his turtle shell and sleep soundly, as if he couldn't hear anything at all.

Mr. Jin shrugged helplessly at everyone: "I'm sorry. This kid has been following his mentor for thirty years, but he doesn't have a good face towards our brothers and sisters."

However, when this scene fell into the eyes of a group of people who were also present, even a third-generation double-flower red stick from the Spiritual Research Society like Tai'a still found it extremely shocking. Not to mention the rest of the "mortals".

"What do you mean, this virtual realm teleportation is not infinite?" Professor Zinov said.

"Of course, if you carry your mentor and rely on his magical power, you can really cross the virtual realm as if you were talking. But if you carry other people or things, there are many more restrictions. Even if you only carry one or two milligrams Foreign objects that do not belong to the virtual realm will cause a huge burden. With the child's current ability, he can only have one about three or four times a year." Jin further explained:

"Master, back then, really thought about building a new transportation network through the virtual space. If that were true, the two million light-year chasm would be only a short distance away. And we created it through the Tianshu Galaxy and New China Everything can be used on that Miracle Ring right away, and maybe it will be a big surprise for the friends of the empire."

Professor Zinov thought this was reasonable. The more advanced the psychic operation, the greater the limitations. However, he couldn't help but sigh: "However, this is still a chasm of more than two million light-years. It’s still an overnight leap. Master, scientific researchers like us, every time we see a psychic master like you with a god-like skill, we feel that what we do is like a joke.”

Mr. Jin said: "Professor is a great expert in space theory. So, when this little child arrived here just now, did your instrument respond?"

Professor Zinov was startled for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Of course there will be a reaction."

"That means there is always a way to bridge the boundary between psychic energy and science. It just takes time." Mr. Jin smiled and said, "Right? Gray Fairy?"

Like a lazy Persian cat, he put his long legs on Miss Gray and put his fingers on his lips again: "Mr. Jin, it would be too boring for me to talk about prohibited items at this time. However, you can find it yourself. You just have to keep walking down the road you have reached, so why do you need an ancient like me to confirm it?"

"Hahaha, I have learned a lesson from you. But, Gray Fairy, we are only mortals after all, and we will be confused. As the saying goes, if you want to avoid it, you must strengthen it; if you want to weaken it, you must strengthen it."

"...Uh, what does this mean? I'm afraid that my route will be shaken, so I need to strengthen my faith?" Xiao Hui couldn't help but be startled.

"No. It's because you are present after all, and your presence must be strengthened, otherwise it will make us look particularly rude. This is ultimately a sense of ritual, oh hahahahaha!" Mr. Jin laughed.

Xiao Hui also laughed, his smile as loud as a majestic hero, but his face looked particularly stiff. She had no idea what was so funny about this.

So, after she finished laughing, she glanced fiercely at the young people watching, raised her hand, and the gray detector the size of a red bean floated over and stuck directly on her slender swan neck. Soon he disappeared into it and disappeared. Thinking about it now, this robot the size of a red bean is not a detector. It is clearly a specially deconstructed and exquisitely designed mechanical cell.

She closed her eyes and pretended to study: "I see, that's how that thing works! Hmm, it's very interesting, huh, huh, it refreshes my knowledge."

The young people looked at each other in confusion, always feeling that the Enlightenment's acting skills were a little too exaggerated, but for a while they couldn't find any evidence.

"So, what is the Enlightenment Agency that was defeated?" Professor Zinov has always been the type to tell one story and asked directly: "Is it really the field rations we are speculating on?"

"To be precise, it's a training instrument." Xiao Hui didn't try to be mysterious this time.

“In that era, these activity picnic trays were prepared to make spring outings more interesting for children.”

"Live, mobile picnic tray?"

More than 300 elite marines in full armor and heavy weapons, plus a dozen psykers wearing heraldry, laid siege for almost half an hour. After suffering dozens of casualties, all the psykers were seriously injured. Could the opponent he had managed to capture with his weapons and ammunition empty of ammunition actually be a picnic plate?

It is really difficult for everyone to accept this setting, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems to be very reasonable.

"Yes. The children knocked down these practice props, which not only exercised their bodies, but also got delicious food." Xiao Hui said with a smile: "What a pity, this picnic plate is a six-type picnic plate, which is specially for meat dishes. If it is Type 3 would be great, it can make desserts.”

Everyone still thinks this guy is joking, but there is still no evidence.

On the other hand, Mr. Jin sighed quietly: "...It's a pity. From what you said, if you are Type 1, you can make wine."

"...Ahem, even in our time, children were not allowed to drink." Xiao Hui said seriously: "Thank you for your help. Although it is just a picnic plate, I also refreshed some of it through its structural analysis. Knowledge base. So, let’s exchange it with everyone here.”

As she spoke, she projected a 3D mechanical structure diagram directly in front of everyone through the terminal on the space station.

Eisen and his two friends felt that this thing seemed a bit like a neuron simulator on a mecha, but visual inspection showed it to be much more sophisticated. Then, they could no longer look away from their eyes as big tech masters.

"This kind of simulator, if the connection port is slightly modified, should be able to be connected to our general power armor." Eisen said.

"You can even try the heraldry machine." Tamir nodded: "I just don't know how effective it is at simulating the physical skills of psykers."

"With such a precise structure, there should be no problem. However, the energy supply requirements should be higher." Bai Ziya said.

Xiao Hui was very satisfied with the reaction of these three people, and his expression was very pleased, but he still smiled and said: "If it is used on the mechas used by you humans, it can only increase the performance by 30% at most. If it is a heraldry machine, Maybe it’s just 10 percent.”

Five percent? You know, power armor used by mortals is okay, but any research involving psychic energy will be several orders of magnitude more difficult. Every percentage point of performance improvement is enough to make military scientists from various countries ecstatic.

"In addition, don't you have any associations with this kind of neuron simulation?" Xiao Hui said.

Although she seemed to be asking everyone, her bright eyes were always staring at Eisen, which made the latter frightened for a moment, and his originally clear mind suddenly became confused.

"What a pity, little fat man, you have to have some confidence in yourself. Your teacher and that guy all have full confidence in you." Ms. Gray encouraged her in an old-fashioned way. When he showed an moved expression, he said to Mr. Jin: "Speaking of which, Mr. Jin, do you still remember what you just said?"

"What? If you want to suppress it, you must strengthen it; if you want to weaken it, you must strengthen it?" Mr. Jin said.

"... When speaking to me, please try not to use rhetorical questions, metaphors, hints, etc. I have forgotten this conversation." Xiao Hui coughed, and then said seriously: "You seemed to have said before, if possible If we can open up a passage to the New World, that would be the best."

"That's what my teacher said. I feel that this is like the so-called great road. Everyone wants to pursue it, but no one can see it..." Mr. Jin's voice gradually became quieter, and his narrow expression finally appeared. He looked seriously, and then suddenly clasped his fists and bowed vigorously: "Gray lady, thank you very much!"

"I haven't said anything yet. What do you want to thank me for?"

"Thanks in advance. Maybe you won't regret it."