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I saw the old man Huo looking at him thoughtfully, and then gradually overjoyed: "Yes! Yes! That's the truth! I have absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, and over the years, the meridians in my body have gradually deposited impurities. Xiaoyaozi plays chess all day long. , drink wolfberry, sit still, so the meridians are smoother than mine."
Lin Xun was hitting right, but he didn't expect that the crux of the master was here.
He thought, if he accesses the folder where Mr. Huo stores data through the compiler interface, and deletes the junk data directly, will this problem be solved directly
He took action and focused on old man Huo.
The blue face gradually appeared, but Lin Xun found that the menu bar at the top of the interface was gray, which meant that he did not have permission to access. That is to say, he can't debug Old Huo's program, modify his program, or access other things.
However, he clearly remembered that other compilation interfaces he saw... such as Wang An'an and Zhao Architecture, the menu bar was lit.
why is that
While old man Huo was contemplating his physical condition, he also began to think.
Is there any difference between yourself, Wang Anan, and Master
-Have!
Wang Anan does not know how to cultivate immortals, and is an ordinary person.
And while he is in the qi refining period, ordinary people must be a level higher.
The old man Huo was in the Yuan Ying period, and his cultivation was a lot higher than his own!
Then things are easy to explain.
He can manipulate the compiler whose realm is lower than or equal to his own, but cannot manipulate the realm higher than himself.
If I want to help Master, I am afraid I have to wait until I reach the Nascent Soul Stage.
Just as he was thinking, he heard old man Huo say: "Since you know the root cause of the problem, that's great! I only need to entrust Fairy Bihai to open a furnace for me to refine medicine and remove impurities at the Taoist conference, and it can be solved naturally!"
Well, Master naturally has Master's way.
Lin Xun: "Congratulations, Master."
"You are also a malleable talent after all!" Huo old man said: "But the aura thing, you need to be more sensitive - otherwise, I will greatly lose the people of my Wuji sect, and make the teacher a laughing stock."
Lin Xun: "Yes."
Old man Huo then gave him a detailed description of what the "reiki in the void" felt like, and taught him three meditation methods, asking him to sense it day and night until he sensed it.
Although Lin Xun felt that he might not be able to sense it, but because of the majesty of the master, he still responded obediently.
At the end, the old man Huo had to leave Lin Xun's ID number, saying that it was a grand event on Taoism in nine days, and we had to arrive one day in advance to book a ticket for the teacher.
Lin Xun thought to himself that everyone was cultivating immortals, so why didn't they fly with their swords.
Since his materialistic world view has collapsed, it is normal to yearn for Yu Jian to fly, so he asked.
The master said: "Yujian flying is feasible, and it is not difficult for the teacher to take you thousands of miles, but I am afraid that it will be seen by mortals! If mortals know that there is such a good thing, they will cross the threshold and come to apprentice, and they will all have no roots. Bone idiot, wouldn't that be annoying."
Lin Xun: "Master said yes."
The old man Huo told him to practice diligently again, and then let him go back.
Lin Xun went out and returned to the street. A car drove by in front of him. It was very modern and very different from the world in the yard.
He didn't eat breakfast, he bought a cup of soy milk and held it in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.
At 7:40, the morning fog had just dissipated, and the sun rose from the top of the distant building, still red. He hadn't been out at this time for a long time, and felt the coolness in the air was unexpectedly comfortable, so he stayed under the tree by the roadside for a while, drinking a straw of soy milk while watching the traffic on the road.
It also made him very comfortable—every car was moving at a constant speed or at a constant speed, and everything was beautifully designed, like a bug-free program.
Galaxy has built this kind and huge automatic driving system, which can be said to have improved everyone's living standards by a large level. The core algorithm of the system is a commercial secret and will not be released to the public, but it is said that the most critical part of the code is written by Dongjun.
The programmer's mission is to change the world - so Dongjun deserves to be everyone's man.
Lin Xun was thinking, a car did a standard uniform deceleration motion and stopped right in front of him.
Black Bentley, the model is familiar to him.
Lin Xun said blankly, "Good morning."
The windows automatically drop.
"Good morning," Dongjun said, "Waiting for someone?"
"No," Lin Xun thought for a while and replied, "Come out to meet a... elder, and prepare to go back now."
"If you don't mind, you can get in the car," Dongjun said, "I have a meeting at the International Exhibition Center today."
"Ah... ok."
Lin Xun got into the man's car for the second time.
He was a little embarrassed and said, "Excuse me."
"It's okay," the car started, and the man said lightly, "This way you can go back earlier to create value for Luo."
Lin Xun felt the exploitation of capitalism.
He said, "...I will."
Dong Jun seemed to hook his lips.
Then, Lin Xun heard him say, "I thought you were dating."
Lin Xun: "Why do you think so?"
Dongjun: "You look across the road holding a cup of soy milk... You seem to be laughing, like thinking of your girlfriend."
Lin Xun blinked: "Without a girlfriend, I am a wild pointer without an object."
A pointer is a special variable in programming language and is widely used. The object it points to is an address in memory, and the address stores information, just like a house number corresponds to a room.
However, after some pointers are created, the address they point to is not available, or it is simply not assigned any address, it is called a wild pointer - programmers often compare themselves to a wild pointer without an object, to Explain that he has no boyfriend or girlfriend.
Lin Xun shook his head in programming terms, and sure enough, he saw a slight smile in Dongjun's eyes.
- When he didn't meet the real person Dongjun, he always thought that the man was a cold-hearted person, but now it seems that Dongjun is actually very easy-going.
But the next moment, he suddenly froze.
Dongjun said that he looked at Ma Lu and seemed to be laughing, as if he was thinking of his girlfriend
What was he doing then
He looked at the vehicle under the rule of the self-driving program and praised the man in his heart.
Lin Xun: "..."
It is impossible for him to let Dongjun know about this.
The morning rush hour has not yet started, there are not many vehicles on the road, and the journey will soon be nearly halfway.
Dongjun asked, "Has Luo found a suitable programmer?"
Lin Xun: "Not yet, but there are several candidates."
Dongjun: "Pay attention to safety."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
He knew what Dongjun meant.
He, Wang Anan, and Zhao Jianshe have been "Luo" together since college, and they trust each other very much.
However, some aspects cannot be guaranteed for programmers hired from outside—especially a project like Luo, which is still under development, will suffer a fatal blow if someone who has a heart can figure out the core idea, then plagiarize it and release it with a remake.
Dong Jundao: "If you need a template for a contract and a nondisclosure agreement, you can come to me."
Lin Xun: "Thank you."
He was a little flattered, and felt that the man reminded him and offered to help—but on second thought, Dongjun also held Luo's shares, so they should be considered to be running this company together
—It feels a little weird.
This time Lin Xun didn't wait for Dongjun to send him downstairs, he got out of the car at the gate of the community.
When he arrived at the residence, Wang Anan had already woken up and started the day with a game.
He was about to show off to Wang Anan that he had met a man again, when he heard Wang Anan say: "Algorithm, Dongjun, I think we have fallen into a trap."
Lin Xun: "?"
Wang An'an continued: "The more I thought about it last night, the more wrong it got. He provided us with a server for free, but in fact the server was left idle by Galaxy—other than that, he didn't give you any money. This is a standard black-hearted boss. !"
Lin Xun was trying to refute Dongjun being a good man, and he brought him back today, but Wang Angen didn't give him a chance to speak: "I think about him because he sees you as innocent and easy to kidnap. , if you ask him for money, he will talk to you about your dreams! When you are deceived into the fog, I will invite you to dinner, drive a few times to pick you up, and you will follow him! In the future, we will grow bigger, For him, it is a 10,000-profit business!"
Lin Xun: "..."
Him: "I don't want to talk to you."
Wang An An: "You can't escape reality."
Lin Xun: "Have you found a code candidate?"
"One is particularly suitable." Wang An said: "Our alumni, with six years of experience, have been in the Galaxy, and then repeatedly jumped in several giants, and finally stayed in Eagle for half a year, and just left."
"He will come to a small team like ours?"
"It is said that we plan to quit. Our business is too torturous, and the code farmers have no room for improvement. In the last month, I will go back to my hometown to have a blind date, marry and have children."
Lin Xun thought for a while: "That's good, we can try to keep him completely with our feelings."
Wang An'an: "You're just delaying the happiness of marriage."
Lin Xun was expressionless: "Programmers don't need objects."
Wang Anan: "You wild pointer! By the way, what is Lao Huo doing with you?"
Lin Xun smiled slowly: "Teach me to fly with the sword."
Wang Anan: "What?"
Lin Xun patted his shoulder: "cherish your last materialistic time."
Wang An'an scratched his head: "Be good, talk well, don't be a MLM-selling."
Lin Xun ignored him.
Now is not the time, he wants to plan how to cause the biggest impact on Wang Anan and Zhao Zhuang.
The day passed quickly. The programmer who wanted to wash his hands in a golden pot was named Jiang Lian. He had worked with very powerful projects. After initial communication, he agreed to come over.
Jiang Lian is thirty-three this year. According to Wang An'an's description, he is a typical programmer. He is taciturn and unsuitable for management. He has been living in a technical post to live a busy 996 life. One big, the body can't hold it anymore.
- Fortunately, the salary in this industry is very good. Taking advantage of the youth to do it for more than ten years, it is enough to go home on a blind date and get married.
The next morning, someone knocked on their door.
Lin Xun: "Mr. Jiang?"
The man nodded. He was wearing a black jacket, tall and thin, his hair was a little sparse, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little depressed.
"Come in." Lin Xun welcomed him in and poured water.
After the conversation entered the main topic, he first introduced himself according to his own habits: "We are an artificial intelligence engine, but the principle is not the same as the mainstream, programming may be more difficult, and there are no ready-made wheels. Let me first introduce you to the whole The architecture of…”
"No." Jiang Lian lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, and interrupted him aloud: "Just give me what I need, I can do it if I can, don't ask if I don't understand."
Lin Xun: "Uh... good."
The result of not needing the overall idea is that Jiang Lian got started quickly, and by the afternoon, a bug they had left behind had been solved.
Lin Xun was a little worried, and typed in a small group of three people composed of him and security: Is this really possible
Architecture: In fact, it is also possible, as long as our needs are clear.
Algorithm: His level is quite high, he should be able to understand the overall idea, why not listen to me
Safety: A programmer without a dream is too lazy to know what you are doing. He provides the technology and you pay the salary, which is very good.
Security: (Actually, I have no dreams either
Algorithms: You can't live without dreams.
Safety: Programmers with dreams can only be wild pointers, I see it clearly.
—Wang An An is keen to attack him tirelessly from all sides.
Lin Xun didn't think the identity of the wild pointer was bad, so he refuted him with actions, and changed the WeChat name from "a happy lemon essence" to "a happy wild pointer".