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Lin Xun felt that his luck was still very good.
The first time he opened the box, he developed the skill of flying over the eaves and walls, and even flying around, and then he got a mobile hard disk that can copy real-world codes into the system space.
In several unpackings, only the skill of Heavenly Eyes is unknown.
He took a deep breath, held the box in his arms, looked away, pretended to study the skill tree seriously, and then suddenly opened it at a certain moment!
Then, he slowly turned his eyes back, ready to meet his powerful attack skills.
There was a green leather skill book lying in the treasure chest.
Lin Xun's heart beat a little faster, and he took out the skill book.
A very thin book. Three words were written on the cover of the book.
teleportation.
Just looking at the name, Lin Xun couldn't understand its function.
He tentatively turned to the first page.
On the title page is written something similar to the preface, in traditional vertical, but not in classical Chinese, so it is easy to read.
The art of shifting, shifting stars and changing battles, is omnipotent.
Number of times limit: 3
Line limit: 10000
Use Restrictions: Friendly or Inanimate Objects
So, what exactly is this
Lin Xun was a little confused.
He turned to the second page. The next moment, the whole secret book turned into a streamer of 0 and 1 and entered his body.
He opened his eyes.
-Then met Qi Yun's gaze.
Qi Yun: "Are you entering meditation?"
Lin Xun: "That's right."
Qi Yun didn't speak anymore.
Lin Xun looked over and saw that this person had stopped humming, and instead played Xiaoxiao music.
Lin Xun: "I want to ask you a question."
Qi Yun kept his hands on it, and said, "Ask."
Lin Xun: "When you attack, for example, wielding a sword energy, what kind of process do you use?"
Qi Yun: "You don't know?"
Lin Xun: "I don't know."
Qi Yun: "Actually, I don't know either."
Lin Xun: "."
Him: "You find a way to know."
Qi Yun put down the phone, leaned back in the chair, looked at the upper wall of the bus, and said, "You know the aura."
Lin Xun: "Well."
Qi Yun: "Then... use the spiritual energy through your weapon."
Having said that, he glanced at Lin Xun's keyboard: "I don't think this is good."
As he spoke, he held his sword case and said, "I am a sword cultivator. So I poured my spiritual power into the sword, and the sword processed the spiritual power into sword qi, and the sword qi can hurt people."
Lin Xun: "What about the different moves?"
Qi Yun was at a loss for words: "Why do you want to know?"
Lin Xun: "I want to know the principle."
Perhaps it was because of a gap in knowledge that was touched, Qi Yun became furious: "Ask your master."
Lin Xun said sincerely: "I'm afraid Master will scold me."
Qi Yun: "Then I won't tell you, let your master scold you."
But Lin Xun has mastered the rules of talking to Qi Yun: "You just say this because you don't know."
"Go away, I'm about to die, how could I not know."
"What do you say."
Qi Yun seemed to think.
Lin Xun watched him think.
After two cards, Qi Yun finally spoke.
"For example, if there is a fire, you have to put it out with water." He gave an easy-to-understand example.
Lin Xun: "Yes."
"But if you wrestle your arms with someone, you can only see who is stronger."
Lin Xun: "Yes."
"So if you can see someone else's flaws, attack his flaws. If you can't see it, then be tough with him." Qi Yun said, "Our swordsmen have always been tough with others."
Lin Xun: "Amazing."
"The higher your realm, the more spiritual power in the dantian, so the more spiritual power." Qi Yun organized the language: "When fighting, anyway, focus on the energy from the dantian to the outside. And The spiritual power of others... see the tricks."
Lin Xun: "Actually, what you said is the same as what you didn't say."
Qi Yun: "Go away."
Then ignore him.
Lin Xun thought about what Qi Yun had just said.
Qi Yun's words actually revealed a lot of information.
Lin Xun felt that the capacity of the Dantian Qi Sea corresponds to the computing power of the computer.
If he is a machine, connected to the outside world through the network, what is the spiritual power
data flow.
0 and 1.
That being the case, how do the two of them differentiate themselves from each other
The bus stopped at the sign and they got off.
When they got off the bus, they were still discussing the content of "spiritual power" and "weapon". The driver and the old man in the seat next to the door each gave them two more glances.
After getting off the car, it was still the child's community, Qi Yun changed cars here, and Lin Xun drove back in his own car.
In the middle of the night, it was pitch black, and one of the street lights was broken.
Opposite the community, surrounded by green trees, is a children's hospital. The surroundings are quiet, but the emergency and inpatient buildings of the children's hospital are still brightly lit, and the parking area on the ground is full.
Lin Xun: "Don't leave yet."
Qi Yun: "What?"
Lin Xun glanced at no one around, and said to him, "You draw your sword and hit a sword qi, and I will learn it."
Qi Yun snorted from his nose, pulled out his sword in a gesture of relieving his respect and reluctantly opened your eyes, and waved at the Fatong tree by the roadside.
Lin Xun stared at his program interface.
It was exactly as he expected—one more button was added to the interface.
The release of the sword energy was only for a moment, and an indescribable fluctuation swept across the air. There was a crack in the Fatong tree, and the leaves fell down several times.
Qi Yun raised his eyebrows: "Have you learned?"
Lin Xun felt heartfelt happiness when he looked at the extra program files in his folder.
—Sure enough, this "removal technique" has an obscure name, but it is essentially a copy-paste technique.
"I learned, thank you Master Qi." He said, "Now you can go."
Qi Yun was suspicious: "Did you do something bad?"
"No." Lin Xun flatly denied: "Programmers don't lie."
Qi Yun: "I don't believe it, you want to hurt me."
Lin Xun: "You go."
Qi Yun yawned: "Okay, I have to get up early tomorrow."
Lin Xun: "Do you have to get up early to sing rap?"
Qi Yun: "I'm a trainee, and a trainee wants to practice."
Lin Xun: "Come on, study hard."
Qi Yun hummed a song and left.
Lin Xun didn't stop there, he went straight to the car and went back to Chaoyang Community - carrying Qi Yun's sword program - this was Qi Yun's, but now it's his, lying quietly in his folder.
He doesn't have to copy Qi Yun's moves directly, but he must be able to get the attack principle by studying it.
The two communities were not far apart, and soon, Lin Xun went downstairs.
But he has one more thing to do tonight.
He went straight back to the room, and while perfunctory Wang An'an's criticism and Zhao Jiji's questioning, he opened a small drawer.
He's not a tidy person, but he keeps things organized, and this drawer is dedicated to the messy little things-watches, badges, and some messy accessories his sister stuffed him with, most of them None were unpacked.
He doesn't believe in his own aesthetics, so he can't go to the store to choose, he can only trust Lin Ting's vision.
He took the boxes apart one by one.
The shape of this necklace is too exaggerated.
This pendant is too flashy.
The letters on this bracelet are too lively.
A watch doesn't work either.
Zhao Jijie said coolly from the side: "I've already given up on you, Lin Algorithm."
Lin Xun: "You can also help me."
Zhao Jiji: "Can you help you send a confession gift to the man outside?"
Lin Xun: "You have misunderstood me. It's just because of special circumstances. The world is too dangerous now. I'm fighting monsters again today."
Zhao Jiji: "What about me and security? Are we not in danger? You don't give us one too?"
Lin Xun: "I have long secretly planted a firewall for you."
Zhao Zhijie: "Then can't you also quietly plant one for him? Do you have to make such a big fanfare?"
"I don't know how to explain it to you," Lin Xun said. "He doesn't have a frame, so I can't plant it."
Zhao Jiji: "I believe your nonsense."
"If you can't pull the sword, give it to him." Lin Xun: "If you can pull it, don't give it - it's very likely that you won't be able to give it."
Zhao Jiji: "I don't want to hear you anymore."
"But the question is not suitable." Lin Xun frowned.
He didn't find the one he wanted.
He pulled the drawer to the furthest open, looked at everything inside, and finally found a small black box in the far corner. The box was hot with silver, and it was a familiar brand logo.
Zhao Zhijie: "You are so rich."
"I don't have the impression," Lin Xun looked at the box with a little doubt in his eyes: "It might be from Lin Ting."
He opens.
Inside is a pair of silver square cufflinks. The texture and shape are very artistic. The material seems to be special. When it turns under the light, the light changes, as if a dark silver river is slowly flowing through it.
"Has this brand ever made cufflinks?" Zhao Jiji said, "I feel like it's custom made."
"I really can't remember." Lin Xun said, "Almost all the things in this place are from Lin Ting."
"And me." Zhao Jiji said: "You are like a white-eyed wolf."
Lin Xun smiled: "Apart from you, it's Lin Ting, but if I ask her, I'll be scolded for being perfunctory - I haven't even opened the things she gave."
Zhao Zhijie: "Your quality is perfunctory."
Lin Xun closed the box: "Then it?"
Zhao Zhijie: "Also, it's quite suitable."
It was indeed suitable, Lin Xun felt it was suitable at first sight, as if it was specially prepared for Dongjun.
"By the way," he asked, "how do you describe a person who can't sleep?"
Zhao Zuzu: "Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
He carried the box upstairs.
It's late at night, but these old men cultivating immortals are vigorous, sleeping late, getting up early, and are still discussing important matters.
As soon as Lin Xun entered the door, he heard things like "The mountain and rain are about to come and the wind will fill the building", "Everywhere in the imperial capital is in danger", "I don't know how many days it can last" and so on.
The old man Huo looked at him: "Is there something wrong with my disciple?"
"Yes," Lin Xun said as he opened the box, "there are more and more monsters, and the disciple is afraid, tossing and turning every day, and can't sleep at night. He needs the master to carve a talisman to fall asleep."