The Path Toward Heaven

Vol 7 Chapter 58: Drop

Jing Jiu agreed to the request of General Li and Zeng Ju to join the Stellar Ignition Program, but this did not mean that he would stay in the ring base like those scholars and experts.

That night he left Planet 857 and returned to the battleship Lieyang.

During the vacation these days, the battleship Lieyang has been undergoing transformation, the computing core has been upgraded to the highest level of the alliance, and the wireless transmission load has been greatly enhanced.

The biggest transformation took place in the warehouse of the battleship. The warehouse that had been filled with nuclear bombs has been completely emptied, and it seems extremely empty and huge.

A chair lay on the ground in the distance, compared with the huge warehouse, it is like a small humble point.

The light blue light emerges from various information nodes, constantly refracting between the smooth floor and the wall, turning into a beautiful rather than realistic picture.

That chair was the kind of soft chair on the terrace of the Star Gate Hotel.

On the left side of the chair is a small clay stove, neatly arranged with dozens of fine and beautiful silver charcoals, the light blue flames rising from the inside like smoke, an iron pot resting on the stove, and light green tea in it.

Everything is familiar to him.

When the whole civilization comes to serve one person, anything unimaginable can happen.

This is that he did not make a request, otherwise Zhong Lizi will definitely interrupt his studies at the priest college and be sent here as fast as possible.

Looking at these pictures, Jing Jiu's expression did not change at all. He put the black backpack under the chair, naturally lay down, and knocked gently on the armrest.

Huaxi lifted the iron pot and poured him a cup of tea, eyes wide open, and innocently asked, "Are we going to work here in the future?"

If you have to say that this is work, there is no problem, but the problem to be solved is more important and more troublesome.

Huaxi took a porcelain plate from the black backpack and put it on his right hand side, poured some sand into it, then propped his chin, and squatted beside him, watching curiously.

Jing Jiu stretched his hand toward the porcelain plate as he was in the small mountain village, on the banks of Xijian Creek, and at the end of Shenmo Peak.

Different from that year, instead of picking up a grain of sand with his fingertips, he grabbed the sand in the porcelain plate directly and let it fall from his fingers.

With this movement, a gurgling sound was heard on the automatic metal racks against the wall on both sides of the warehouse.

Countless multi-phase nuclear bombs were once placed on these metal frames, and all were released by Jing Jiu during the Haiyin Nebula, which was used as a source of immortality to help him destroy the warship and kill the real human.

What are these automatic metal shelves now?

It is a chess piece.

Countless black and white chess pieces cascaded down, like tens of thousands of waterfalls, and slowly covered the empty warehouse floor like water.

Huaxi turned to look at these pictures, covered her ears with two little hands, and opened her mouth slightly.

I don't know how long after that, the collision between the chess pieces and the ground finally ended, and those black and white chess pieces floated quietly, hanging in the air in accordance with the guidance of some invisible force.

At the time, in Qipan Mountain, Chaoge City, Jing Jiu had given Tong Yan a similar three-dimensional chess game, but where can it be compared with this moment.

If this is a chess game, it is undoubtedly the most complicated game in the history of human civilization.

These black and white pieces are not arranged according to the rules of Go. In some places, hundreds of black pieces are connected in one place, and in some places, all are white.

I have been to the underground of planet 857 and have seen the ascension of the starry sky. I can probably recognize that the distribution of these black and white chess pieces is similar to that of the starry sky.

Huaxi looked at the dense chess pieces in the sky and asked in shock: "How many are there?"

Jing Jiu said: "There are 490 million white chess and 130 thousand black chess."

The information nodes hidden in the ground and walls continue to emit blue light, and countless data enter the warehouse through specially constructed encrypted channels.

The ring shimmered for a moment, then faded, and those messages entered his consciousness.

What Huaxi wants to say.

Jing Jiu said: "Shield."

I don't know who he said this to.

The information shield wall in the battleship came into play, and the warehouse became a separate world.

Huaxi walked to the soft chair to sit down.

Jing Jiu said, "No."

Huaxi looked at him quietly.

Jing Jiu said nothing.

"The number of pawns is not enough," Huaxi said.

Jing Jiu said, "This is a section."

Huaxi said, "Then I'll go back. You count it here."

Jing Jiu said, "You have to help me calculate."

Huaxi said: "There is no place to sit."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "Sit."

Huaxi sat down in front of the soft chair.

This is where Zhong Lizi often sits on the terrace of Xingmen University Hotel.

This is where Zhao Layue often sits on Shenmo Peak.

Just like in an empty and huge warehouse, hundreds of millions of chess pieces have their own positions.

...

Time passes slowly.

The black and white puppets hung quietly in the air without any change in position.

Huaxi sat at the end of the chair, looked up at her face for a long time, and finally decided to give up, just like every attempt in the past many years.

The staggering calculations for the Stellar Project are only one aspect, and one of the best solutions. The most troublesome is that the changes in the universe cannot all operate according to the laws of mathematics. The sea of dark things has no subjective consciousness, but it is not a dead thing.

She turned to look at Jing Jiu's situation.

Before she looked back, she imagined several possibilities. He might be pale because he was overwhelmed, or he might look ugly because he lost his clue, or he might blush because of despair. Such a scene.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair, eyes closed, as if already asleep.

Kill a person for thousands of miles and refuse to do it in ten steps.

Huaxi has read that book and knows this guy's lifestyle in Chaotian Continent, but he is still a bit uncomfortable.

Is this a delay or a vegetarian meal?

Jing Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

Huaxi's eyes widened, as if frightened.

Countless thin sword lights appeared deep in his eyes and then disappeared, as if they were some kind of computing tool like arithmetic.

His fingers also moved quickly, holding the fine sand in the porcelain plate, instead of creating a mountain and river, but doing some geometric structure solution.

There is a tens of thousands of pieces in a certain part of the sky, and it starts to move at an unimaginable speed.

He wasn't playing chess, and occasionally there were a few siege blacks that were not picked up.

Black and white chess pieces flow like water.

No, it should be the release and spread of light and dark matter in a large-scale space.

It was the encounter of two different kinds of beings, then fighting, and even occasionally some fusion.

Just as the two rivers broke through their respective gorge and met before the peninsula, some surging, some muddy, surrounded each other, and then torn apart to form their own small groups, stubbornly living in each other's world.

Tens of thousands of chess pieces keep turning and changing positions, forming an impactful picture visually, like some kind of metal that can change shape with current.

Jing Jiujing looked at the chess pieces quietly, the sword light in his eyes became more and more prosperous, and the frequency of his appearance became faster and faster.

Huaxi looked at his face, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the words Xi Yi could be seen in his clear eyes.

I don't know how long after that, the division between the black and white pieces is no longer clear, and they are entangled in one place, like chaos.

If you are an ordinary monk, you only need to take a look there, you may lose your heart and be seriously injured.

Huaxi was a little nervous, and her mouth was a bit dry, so she took a sip of Jingjiu's tea cup casually.

Jingjiu glanced at her ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Raised her finger randomly into the air.

He didn't know when a white **** was added between his fingers.

That white chess fell between hundreds of millions of pieces.

Like a fire in an explosive.

Like a pot of oil in the fire.

Like a drop of water in hot oil.

There was a loud noise.

Tens of thousands of chess pieces in that corner exploded, turned into countless fragments, and then fell to the ground.

...

(A box should be prepared on the ground.)