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"You are right." Wang An'an said to old man Huo.
Lin Xun: "?"
As soon as Wang An'an's voice fell, Zhao Jianshe spoke again: "Our Lin Xun's talent in algorithms is very high, of course, his roots are excellent."
His Chinese level is indeed very high, and he can understand what "the root bone is excellent" means.
Zhao Jiji said that Wang An'an continued to speak: "He does have qi in his body, and he is angry with lions recently."
The two of them sang together, as if they were talking about cross talk. However, Lin Xun knew that Old Man Huo definitely didn't mean that.
This must be related to the crawler program in the old man Huo. There is a program running in the old man Huo, so he must not be an ordinary old man.
I saw the old man Huo's beard was about to be raised, his eyes were stern, and he glared at Wang An'an and Zhao Jiji: "Ignorance child! Nonsense!"
Then, he waved to Lin Xun and slowed down: "Xiao Lin, come here."
Lin Xun walked to the old man.
I saw old man Huo with his hands behind his back, looked at him carefully from head to toe, stroked his beard and said, "It really is a rare genius..."
Afterwards, the old man changed the subject: "Xiao Lin, which school did you learn from?"
This time, the expressions on Wang An'an and Zhao Jiji's faces turned into great doubts.
Lin Xun: "I... don't know what you're talking about."
Old Man Huo's eyes suddenly widened: "This is impossible!"
Lin Xun: "I really don't know."
Old Man Huo frowned: "Then... Haven't you practiced before?"
Lin Xun frowned, realizing that the old man's topic might really be related to his experience last night.
Then he might be able to get some information from Grandpa Huo.
So he tentatively asked, "Is there anything special about me?"
Just listen to the old man Huo: "I just released my consciousness and probed your body."
Lin Xun thought to himself that he might have used a crawler to crawl the information on me.
The old man Huo continued: "Your root bone meridian is a rare genius among my generation, and there is a faint lingering qi in your body, as if you have introduced qi into your body - do you really know nothing about it?"
Lin Xun was very uncomfortable with these half-written words, but he still understood what the old man meant and replied, "I really don't know anything about it."
"Without cultivating, it is already in the period of qi refining, what a genius!" Old Man Huo praised: "All of this old man's apprentices have become climes and established themselves. The old man's knees have been empty for a long time, and you are willing to worship me as a teacher. ?"
Lin Xun: "I want you to be my teacher?"
I saw the old man Huo nodded and said: "I, Huo Qingshan, is the 19th sect master of the Wuji Sect, known as the True Monarch of Qingshan, and I am in the realm of Nascent Soul. Xiaolin, it is fate to meet each other, you will follow me, and your cultivation will be a thousand miles away. , wouldn't it be fun?"
Lin Xun: "Wait a minute."
He took his laptop over, typed turbo c into the search engine, got a screenshot of the blue interface, and pointed it to old man Huo: "Do you know this?"
Old Man Huo narrowed his eyes and approached: "What is this? I don't know this old man. You young people, you always play with these strange things and delay your cultivation!"
- Old man Huo doesn't recognize the program interface.
Lin Xun closed the computer and took a deep breath: "Then, Grandpa Huo, you said I have gas in my body, where did you see it?"
He said in his heart that there is no gas in my body, there is only a hello orld.
Just listen to the old man Huo said in a natural tone: "Of course the qi is in your dantian."
Lin Xun looked at Wang An'an and Zhao Jianshe over there, only to see the two of them looking here, their eyes confused, as if the materialist worldview was being questioned.
Lin Xun: "Then how do I start cultivating?"
"It's simple. You have already drawn qi into your body now. As long as you worship under the gate of the old man, the old man will immediately teach you the method of building a foundation. Once you build a foundation, you will truly enter the gate of immortality and break away from the mortal body."
Lin Xun realized that he had come into contact with something that was contrary to the materialist worldview.
If that blue space hadn't existed last night, he wouldn't believe this kind of thing, and would think that there was something wrong with Old Man Huo's essence.
However, at this moment, the progress bar that stopped at eighty-five percent and did not move forward appeared in his mind.
Lin Xun: "Hello, Master."
The old man Huo laughed kindly: "Good boy! Good boy!"
He took it out with his hand in his pocket, and for some reason, there was an extra blue book in his hand, the binding was extremely simple, like a cult propaganda booklet: "You take it and concentrate on your cultivation! The day when you become a foundation building, it is officially When you became an inner disciple of my Wuji Sect. According to the teacher's vision, within three years, you will definitely be able to do it. If you have any doubts, just call the teacher, and the teacher will solve your doubts!"
Lin Xun took the little blue book and saw that on the slightly yellowed book cover, there were four large characters "Building the Foundation in a Thousand Days".
All this is too magical. Not only is the materialist worldview threatened, but he also has a master out of thin air. Lin Xun slowed down and finally said, "Thank you, Master."
The old man Huo laughed loudly: "I'm going! I actually accepted one apprentice today!"
As he said that, he forgot to check the room, and he didn't need Zhao Jiji to help him. He straightened his back, walked like a tiger, and walked out the door with great arrogance and went down the stairs.
Lin Xun suddenly reacted to something, opened the window, and said to the old man Huo who was walking out of the corridor: "Then Master, what about our rent?"
Old man Huo: "My apprentice, you have already entered my Wuji Sect, so why not send you in this broken house?"
Lin Xun said sincerely, "Thank you, Master!"
Watching Old Man Huo walk away, Lin Xun closed the window and looked at his two roommates.
They looked at each other.
In the embarrassing silence, Wang An An picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, is that Brother Huo? I'm Xiao Wang, Wang Anan in Building C of Chaoyang Community."
"This, it's like this, your father came to us just now to collect rent... Yes, it's like this, this... Grandpa Huo, his essence, is it... Is it... What's wrong? "
"No? Ah, that... Brother Huo, when are you free, take him to the hospital—"
The next moment, Wang Anan stopped.
He raised his cell phone towards Lin Xun: "He hung up for me."
Zhao Jiji scratched his head: "Did Grandpa read too much about cultivating immortals?"
Wang Anan: "He still looks at cultivators at his age?"
Zhao Jiji: "Look at what he said..."
Lin Xun coughed.
The two of them looked at him at the same time, and the "Thousand Days of Foundation Establishment" in his hand.
"That's it," Lin Xun put "A Thousand Days of Foundation Building" on top of "C Primer Plus", sat down on the sofa, put his fingers on the table, and thought for a long time before opening his mouth: "Grandpa Huo may have appeared. problem, or maybe not."
Wang Anan: "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"
Lin Xun ignored him and continued: "I recently... also encountered something unrealistic."
Zhao Zhijie: "What's the matter?"
Lin Xun: "It's hard to say, I haven't figured it out yet. When I understand it, I'll tell you."
Wang An'an scratched his head: "It has something to do with what the old man said?"
Lin Xun: "It's a bit related."
He put the two books away: "I'll figure this out. Now, let's forget what happened before."
Wang An'an's eyes were empty: "Okay, I forgot."
Zhao Jiji agreed: "I also forgot."
"Okay." Lin Xun picked up the phone: "Now I'll call Dongjun to confirm the contract."
It is 9:00 in the morning. According to common sense, Dongjun should already be in the Milky Way at this time, and he will not be very busy.
Lin Xun called up the number with the note "Male" in the address book.
— Not Yinhe’s number, not Assistant Ruan’s number, but the man’s personal contact information.
He looked at the two words, and the tip of his finger stopped at the top of the screen, but he couldn't press it down.
After a long time, Lin Xun finally failed to press down, removed his fingers, put the phone aside, leaned against the sofa and began to give up on himself.
Wang An'an laughed: "Look at you for being a coward."
Zhao Jiji asked, "What's the difference between you and the salted fish?"
Lin Xun: "I can't."
The next moment, in the blink of an eye, Wang An'an suddenly grabbed the phone from the table with agility that didn't match his size!
Lin Xun: "You!"
He used to fight Wang Anan, but it was too late. Wang Anan held the phone high, his thumb pressed down on the call button, and only pressed it down.
"Algorithm, you are an adult." Wang An'an said earnestly: "Next time, it's time to learn to make phone calls by yourself."
The next moment, he pressed the call button and put the phone back in Lin Xun's hand.
Lin Xun took a deep breath: "...you wait."
In the receiver, wait for four seconds for the sound.
Dongjun's voice sounded in his ear: "Hello."
"Hello, Dongjun, I'm..." Lin Xun was a little nervous, and his voice stopped for a while.
"Is that Mr. Lin?"
"Yes, it's me, Lin Xun."
"Good morning." Perhaps after signal processing, Dongjun's voice in the receiver was a little softer than in reality: "Mr. Lin, have you thought about it?"
"We discussed it and decided to accept your help." Lin Xun relaxed a little.
"It's a pleasure to work with you." Dongjun said lightly: "When is Mr. Lin free? Let's sign the contract."
"I can go there anytime, as long as it is convenient for you."
"This afternoon is full, and we have to wait until evening, does Mr. Lin mind?"
"I don't mind."
"I'll send you the location and time later."
"OK."
"Mr. Lin can put forward any other requests or opinions on funding."
Lin Xun wanted to answer "I have no opinion", but seeing Wang An'an and Zhao Jiji desperately winked at him, he finally changed his words: "I will consider it."
"Then don't bother Mr. Lin, it's a pleasure to work with."
"Happy cooperation." Lin Xun replied.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Xun noticed that Wang An'an and Zhao Jiji's eyes were all fixed on him.
He just listened to Wang An'an's soft voice and said, "I can go there at any time."
Then Zhao Jiji said, "It's just as convenient for you."
"I don't mind."
"OK."
"I will think about it."
"Pleasant to work with."
Lin Xun was expressionless: "Do you have any opinions?"
Wang Anan: "I imagine that one day Xun will be able to talk to me like this."
Lin Xun: "If you develop a language at the level of gx, I can talk to you like this for the rest of my life."
Wang An An: "Hi."
After finishing the topic, they started their day's work.
Wang Anan and Zhao Jianqi each turned on their computers.
Lin Xun looked at the two books, picked up "A Thousand Days of Foundation Establishment" left to him by Mr. Huo, and opened it.
As soon as he opened it, he was blinded by the classical Chinese words that rushed to his face.
He confirmed it was simplified, horizontal.
However, even so - what's the point
He started reading from the first line, and after a few lines, his eyes went straight.
He raised his head and looked at Wang Anan, but in the next second he gave up the idea of asking this person for help—Wang Anan's cultural level was similar to his own, and he had made a considerable regression in the past few years of high-intensity coding.
Finally, he said: "... Architecture, come here."