Video Connects the Heavens: An Inventory of Ten Shocking Famous Scenes

Then, God performed a wave of clones in front of Yiyi.

This technology is very simple, and many civilizations can do it easily.

A ball the size of an egg yolk appeared in everyone's sight, and the sunlight shining into the liquid ball showed a light red shimmer.

The white light in the sphere surged, gradually becoming transparent, and it was filled with clear liquid, with strings of bubbles floating in it.

The little ball quickly grew, and a curled-up fetus appeared inside.

Then the fetus continued to grow, and its little body finally stretched out, swimming like a frog in the liquid ball.

The liquid gradually became turbid, and the sunlight passing through the liquid ball only reflected a vague shadow. It could be seen that the shadow was still growing rapidly, and finally turned into the figure of a swimming adult.

At this time, the liquid ball returned to its original completely opaque white ball of light. A naked person fell out of the ball and landed on the plane.

Yiyi's clone stood up unsteadily, and the sunlight shone on his wet body. His hair and beard were long, but he could tell that he was only in his thirties or forties. In addition to being the same lean body, Nothing like Yiyi herself.

The clone stood stiffly, staring blankly into the infinite distance, seemingly unaware of the universe he had just entered.

Above him, the white light of the sphere dimmed, and finally went out completely, and the sphere itself disappeared as if evaporating.

The clone's eyes suddenly lit up, from dull to suddenly filled with wisdom.

At this time, all the God's memories have been transferred to the clone.

"Cold, is this cold?!" A breeze blew, and the clone hugged its wet shoulders with both hands.

He was trembling all over, but his voice was full of surprise,

"This is cold, this is pain, exquisite, perfect pain, the feeling I have been searching for in the stars, sharp as a ten-dimensional string penetrating time and space, crystal clear as a pure energy diamond at the center of a quasar, ah——"

He stretched out his skinny arms and looked up at the Milky Way,

"The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen after. Thinking of the universe..." A cold shiver made the clone's teeth chatter, and he quickly stopped his birth speech and ran to the incinerator to warm himself by the fire.

The clone put his hands on the blue flames of the incinerator and roasted them, and said to Yiyi shivering:

"Actually, what I am doing now is a very common operation. When I study and collect the art of a civilization, I always lodge my memory in an individual of that civilization. Only in this way can I ensure the completeness of the art. understand."

At this time, the brightness of the flame in the incinerator increased dramatically, and various colored halos surged on the surrounding plane, making Yiyi feel that the entire plane was like a piece of frosted glass floating on a sea of ​​fire.

Then God obtained Tang Dynasty ancient costumes from the manufacturing port, as well as paper, ink, pens, stone inkstones, and an ancient writing case.

These are all must-have items for ancient literati, so there is nothing surprising about them.

But what is frightening is that these items created by God are all transformed by energy.

Energy-mass conversion is already an unimaginable technology.

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"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the Four Treasures of the Study? Why did God create these things?"

"These are just ordinary items. Show us what this is for. Let's show a truly shocking scene!"

"Don't put your ignorance here. The energy converted into these things is enough to blow a planet to pieces."

"Purely able to create items? I believe him even if you say he is God."

It is very easy to turn mass into energy, and many ordinary civilizations can do it.

Just like nuclear fusion, although there will be a loss of energy, it can still be counted.

But turning energy into mass is not something of the same magnitude at all.

Those who know this technology and can control it are at least the top civilizations in the universe.

At this time, the clone walked to the desk, looked at the decorations on it, and nodded with satisfaction.

He smoothed his newly dried beard with one hand and said:

"I, Li Bai."

Yiyi looked at the clone and asked: "Are you saying you want to be Li Bai, or do you really think of yourself as Li Bai?"

"I am Li Bai, the Li Bai who surpasses Li Bai!"

God, now Li Bai, began to be brought into what he considered the life of insects.

Just like the real Li Bai, drinking, reciting poems, and making arguments.

Complete the art that belongs to God.

The screen changes.

The perspective was given to Li Bai.

After a period of time, Li Bai's appearance has changed a lot.

His hair was disheveled, his beard was long, his face was very tanned, his ancient clothes were in tatters, and he wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet. He carried a coarse cloth bag on his left shoulder and a large gourd in his right hand.

Although his appearance is messy, Li Bai at this time looks more like a human being than at the beginning.

Then Li Bai walked to the Go table and, like he had done several times before, without looking at Yiyi, he put the gourd heavily on the table and said:

"Bowl!" After Yiyi brought two wooden bowls, Li Bai opened the gourd lid and filled the two bowls with wine.

Daya just stood two or three meters away and watched them quietly. Based on previous experiences, he knew that the two of them were going to talk about poetry again. He was neither interested nor qualified to participate in this kind of conversation.

Yiyi said with great interest: "Well, now you can always let me see your poems."

Li Bai put down the wine bowl in a loud voice, stood up and walked around uneasily:

"I have written some poems, and they are poems that will definitely surprise you. You will see that I am already a very good poet, even better than you and your grandfather, but I don't want you to see it.

Because I am equally sure that you will think that those poems do not surpass Li Bai, and I..."

He raised his head and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon, his eyes full of confusion and pain, "I think so too."

On the grassland in the distance, the dance party has ended, and happy people are enjoying a sumptuous dinner.

A group of girls ran towards the river and played in the shallow water on the shore. They wore flower garlands and mist-like veils on their bodies, forming an intoxicating scene in the dusk.

Yiyi pointed to a girl closer to the hut and asked Li Bai: "Is she beautiful?"

"Of course." Li Bai looked at Yiyi puzzled and said.

"Imagine cutting her open with a sharp blade, taking out every organ... and then sorting all the blood vessels and nerves into two bundles, and finally laying a large piece of white cloth here,

These things are placed in categories according to anatomical principles, do you still think they are beautiful?"

"Why do you think of these things while drinking? Disgusting." Li Bai frowned and said.

"Why is it disgusting? Isn't this the technology you admire?"

"What on earth do you want to say?"

"The nature in Li Bai's eyes is the girl by the river you see now, and the same nature in the eyes of technology is the orderly but bloody parts on the white cloth. Therefore, technology is anti-poetic.

"

"You seem to have any suggestions for me?" Li Bai said thoughtfully, stroking his beard.

"I still don't think it's possible for you to surpass Li Bai, but I can point your efforts in the right direction: the fog of technology has blinded you, preventing you from seeing the beauty of nature. So, the first thing you have to do is

Forget all those super technologies, since you can transplant all your memories into your current brain, of course you can also delete some of them."

Li Bai raised his head and looked at each other, and both of them laughed.

Daya said to Li Bai: "Dear God, I have told you a long time ago, what a cunning insect, you will fall into the trap they set if you are not careful."

"Hahahaha, it's cunning, but also interesting." Li Bai said to Daya, then turned to Yiyi and sneered, "Do you really think I'm here to admit defeat?"

"It is a fact that you have not surpassed the pinnacle of human poetry and art."

Li Bai suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the river and asked: "How many ways can we get to the river?"

Yiyi looked at Li Bai in confusion for a few seconds: "It seems... there is only one kind."

"No, there are two kinds. I can still walk in this direction," Li Bai said, pointing in the opposite direction to the river. "If you keep walking like this, you can circle around the great ring of the Devouring Empire, and then cross the river from the other side, you can still reach this point."

On the shore, I can even circle the Milky Way and come back again. With our technology, this is easy. Technology can surpass everything! I am now forced to take another path!"

Yiyi thought hard for a long time, and finally shook her head in confusion: "Even if you have god-like skills, I still can't think of another way to surpass Li Bai."

Li Bai stood up and said: "It's very simple. The two ways to surpass Li Bai are: first, write those poems that surpass him, and second, write all the poems!"

Yiyi seemed even more confused, but Daya standing aside seemed to understand.

Li Bai: "I want to write all five-character and seven-character poems, which is what Li Bai is good at; in addition, I also want to write all the words of common Cipai!"

"I want to try all the combinations of Chinese characters in poems that fit these rhythms!"

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Taoist priest Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing blurted out at the same time: "Exhaustive method!"

This method is so famous that even those who have not studied it in depth know a lot about it.

Wang Ye was a little surprised and said: "He wants to enumerate all the poems? This...isn't this too unimaginable?"

Li Bai's method is actually easy to understand. He wanted to combine all Chinese characters one by one to form a five-character or seven-character poem.

In this way, he can combine existing poems or poems that do not exist.

It sounds easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to do. You must know that the total number of Chinese characters is tens of thousands.

Even for commonly used Chinese characters, there are more than 7,000.

If the largest computer in the earth's civilization were used to perform such calculations, it might not be completed until the end of the universe!

The Devouring Empire where Da Ya lives cannot do this either.

Of course, things like the singer civilization and the stronger zeroer civilization can still do it.

It just takes a while.

At this time, Yiyi said doubtfully: "Not that much, right?"

"Of course there are so many! But using quantum computing technology that you are far from mastering, you can complete such calculations within an acceptable time." Li Bai nodded proudly,

He not only created all the poems, but also stored them all in his huge memory.

Li Bai: "What's the point of deleting it after writing it? Of course I have to save it! This will be one of the artistic monuments of my race left in this universe!"

Da Ya's eyes changed from shock to fear, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry:

"It can't be done, dear God, it can't be done!!"

"What scares you like this?" Yiyi looked up at Daya in surprise and asked.

"You idiot! Don't you know that the atomic bomb is made of atoms? Then the memory is also made of atoms, and its storage accuracy can only reach the atomic level! Do you know what atomic level storage is? It means a place the size of a needle tip.

It can store all the books in mankind! Not the few books you have now, but all the books on the earth before it was eaten!"

"Ah, this seems possible. I heard that there are more atoms in a cup of water than there are cups of water in the oceans on earth. Then, he can just take a needle with him after writing those poems." Yiyi pointed.

Li Bai said.

Da Ya was extremely angry. He took a few steps back and forth and finally managed to squeeze out a little patience: "Okay, okay, tell me, according to the five-character poems and seven-character poems God said, and those common poems, write one each. How many are there in total?"

Character?"

"Not much, just two or three thousand words. Ancient music and poetry are the most refined art."

"Well, I'll let you idiot Chongchong see how sophisticated it is!" Daya said, walking to the table, pointing at the chessboard above with his claws, "What do you call this boring game, oh,

Go, how many intersections are there on this?"

"There are 19 rows vertically and horizontally, a total of 361 points."

"Very good. You can place black or white stones on each point or leave them empty. There are three states in total. In this way, each chess game can be regarded as a poem with 19 lines and 361 words written in three Chinese characters."

"This is a wonderful metaphor."

"So, after exhausting all the combinations of these three Chinese characters in this kind of poem, how many poems can be written in total? Let me tell you: 3 to the power of 361, or, well, let me think about it, 10 to the 172 times

square!"

"Is this...a lot?"

"Idiot!" Big Ya cursed this word for the third time, "All the atoms in the universe are only... ah——" It was so angry that it couldn't continue.

"How many?" Yiyi still looked stupid.

"Only 10 to the power of 80!! You idiot Chongchong——"

Only then did Yiyi show a little surprise: "You mean, if one atom stores a poem, all the atoms in the universe will not be able to store the poems written by his quantum computer?"

"It's far different! It's 10 times the 92nd power! Besides, how can one atom store a poem? The memory of human bugs may use more atoms to store a poem than your population. As for us,

, storing a binary bit in a single atom is still only in the laboratory stage... alas."

Li Bai's ideas were completely beyond Da Ya's imagination. He could only scare himself even though he exhausted his imagination.

"Messenger, you are short-sighted and lack imagination at this point, which is one of the reasons for the slow technological progress of the Devouring Empire." Li Bai said with a smile,

"Using quantum memory based on the principle of quantum polymorphic superposition, it is possible to store those poems using only a very small amount of matter. Of course, quantum storage is not stable. In order to permanently preserve those poems, it needs to be combined with more traditional storage technology.

To use, even then, the amount of material required to make the memory is very small."

"How much is it?" Da Ya asked, obviously his heart was in his throat.

"About 10 to the 57th power of atoms, insignificant, insignificant."

"This...this is exactly the amount of matter in the entire solar system!"

"Yes, including all solar planets, and of course the Devouring Empire."

Li Bai's last words were spoken casually and in an understatement.

But at this moment, countless viewers across the world know that something truly shocking is going to happen next.

The big one is coming!