That's it.
Countless questions were swirling in Yang Kong's mind, and he just couldn't think about them.
He just instinctively stood next to the gene chain calculator, looking a little sluggish, looking at Tang Ling showing pain, but with a look of determination.
Watching Tang Ling's gums bleed, it slowly turned into a small stream of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Tang Ling's whole body trembling.
Seeing Tang Ling sweating like rain, the ground was wet all over.
Countless times, Yang Kong instinctively wanted to turn off the gene chain calculator, but would it be useful to turn it off? Tang Ling's mental power is so strong that he can easily enter the visualization state again without using a gene chain calculator, and continue to capture energy, right
It just wastes some time.
But this kid is so persistent and serious, why waste his time
Anyone would be impressed and couldn't bear to interrupt him, right
Although what is he practicing? It felt like there was no energy retained at all, it all escaped.
Yang Kong took out another cigarette and lit it. Perhaps it was the unique paralysis power of cigarettes that made him gradually calm down.
He thought that he really should go find Fei Long, and when it was so difficult to make a decision, he should just listen to Fei Long's advice.
This has been the case since childhood. As orphans, they must rely on each other and keep each other warm to survive.
Yang Kong felt that he was a little emotional today.
Maybe it was the look of this kid that reminded him of so many difficult days when he had to grit his teeth and persevere.
He moved a chair from in front of the computer, brought in a professional book from the pre-civilization period, and sat down in the air.
Just guard this kid like this, and if there is any danger, save him in time.
I hope he has learned the lesson from this time and will not be so reckless next time he collects energy, right? Probably not, this guy is not stupid.
**
The worst pain was over.
The breathing rhythm of one breath, one breath, two breaths and one breath seems to have a wonderful soothing effect, allowing people to gradually forget the pain and enter a state of selflessness.
Not magical, right? Didn't pre-civilizations have a thing called yoga, which relied on meditation to forget pain and make the body make all kinds of inexplicable twisting movements
Tang Ling felt a little more relaxed, and his precision instinct started to work at this time. The first thing he calculated was energy. With a comparison, he could calculate how much energy was collected in the most efficient way.
It is very particular here, not only to calculate the limit state that the body can withstand, but also to calculate the time efficiency.
But after experiencing the precise instincts of various calculations, facing such a problem was really not difficult. Just a few seconds later, he came up with an answer. Five-sixths of the energy collected by Tang Ling this time was the optimal amount.
With the answer, Tang Ling felt at ease.
Seeing that a large amount of impurities in his body began to be removed, coupled with the precision instinct just running, Tang Ling had a wonderful idea.
But the one-time energy flushing didn't last too long. Just when Tang Ling's idea first came up, the first flush of energy had already been completed.
Tang Ling could feel that most of the emptiness and impurities coming from his body had been driven away.
The seemingly impressive results are actually not worth being happy about. This is the same as sweeping the floor. When a large amount of garbage accumulates, a few sweeps can sweep away a large amount of garbage.
Rarely, when we get to the back, most of the garbage has been swept out, and we start to clean every corner in detail, which consumes a lot of energy.
Therefore, it is so difficult to remove all impurities at one time.
So, is my life not noble enough? Tang Ling used his random thoughts to let himself take a breath before starting the next energy collection.
**
July.
It’s a hot summer day in Safety Zone 17.
The season of fire, the restless air.
It should be a blessing that the arrival of the Purple Moon Era has made life more powerful and able to survive, reproduce and even work in such high temperatures as a matter of course.
Or should the era be blamed? If not for the drastic changes it brought, how could there be such a hot summer
How could it be that in such a season, there is still heavy snow falling in places and a land of ice and snow
"In the past civilization, this was in the northern hemisphere, so it shouldn't snow this season." Looking at the vast snow outside the window, a young woman's voice was full of curiosity, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.
Her face is very pretty, and her expression of wonder is so vivid, like the most beautiful flower in the canyon.
It's a pity that after the exclamation, her expression couldn't help but feel a little lonely again.
With the same lonely expression as hers, there was another woman sitting next to her. At the same youthful age, this woman had fiery red hair, a plump face, three-dimensional facial features, and plump red lips, which made her Full of a fiery sense of temptation.
But when loneliness is written all over her cheeks, this hot temptation will also make people sigh.
Hundreds of giant white snow wolves are pulling huge and exquisite suspended cars forward quickly.
In fact, the hover car uses its own power and has no problem moving forward in the snow.
It's just that he will be too slow.
So, when he entered this snowy land with extreme climate, he stepped out of the hover car in the snowy night with one man and one sword.
Although he is tall and slender, his slightly thin figure makes people worry that he will be swallowed up by the heavy snow at the moment when he is getting further away.
However, no one would worry, even the slightest worry would be considered insulting to him.
So, people just waited quietly in their cars.
Within an hour, he was back.
My favorite white uniform is still so clean, but in the snowy night, the patterns embroidered with silver thread on the uniform are more vivid.
The long black hair is as neat as before departure. Although it is only tied with a simple black ribbon, when the night wind blows, the way it flies slightly is very charming.
His sword is very clean, as clean as his fair skin.
His face is also very clean, with handsome features, a delicate face, and deep black eyes with a strangely calm look that can easily make a girl's heart beat.
He didn't look like he had been in a fight, or even lingered in the snow for an hour.
But behind him stood hundreds of giant white snow wolves, their faces full of humane respect.
The alpha wolf squatted beside him, as gentle as a pet dog.
He gently stroked the wolf's hair with his hand, and then strode towards the hovercar: "Let them pull the car, nothing can run faster than them in the snow."
"I want to go back quickly." Before he got in the car, he turned around and smiled. He was not smiling at anyone, but he could not help but smile as if he remembered something.
But such a smile almost suffocated the four girls present.
The eight guarding men couldn't help but feel friendly.
However, everyone understands that his smile only belongs to himself, because in his closed world, he is too proud to tolerate anyone, let alone crying, laughing or feeling sad for anyone.
Except for her—the other shore, the queen of the other shore.
"How much faster can it be? I suspect that if a giant dragon runs the fastest here, Master Long will catch a dragon." The red-haired woman pouted. She really wanted to restrain herself, but she still couldn't help but complain. .
"I don't doubt that Mr. Long can catch a dragon." The pretty woman sighed slightly.
Maybe some legends are true. The more indifferent a man is to himself, the more he is tempted, the more deeply he will remember him.
But no one would have thought that the young master, who was only 17 years old and had a bright future, would be tempted so quickly.
Are you tempted
When he looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes could melt ice and snow. Even his smile was caring and caring. When he held her gently, he even had a piety that held the world in his hands.
Even if nothing is revealed, the details always betray everything.
It's a pity that no girl wants to complain except being lonely, so what can she complain about? Complaining about the Queen of the Other Side? He must overcome the self-consciousness he felt when standing in front of her.
They are obviously a match made in heaven. Based on their status, it is natural for them to be together, right
No matter whether they are pretty women or red-haired women, they never dare to expect any affection from Master Long, but this does not mean that they will not be sad. Even if they are just maids who may always be with Master Long, it is a happy thing.
If Mr. Long is really together with the Queen of the Other Side, is there still a place for them? It's a sad thing to think about.
"At this speed, we can save another four hours of time. At this rate, we can get back to Star City in less than 15 days, right?" The hovercar is huge and divided into three compartments.
The last carriage is a private carriage belonging to Mr. Long. No one can enter without his permission.
Except for Qidou, the teacher who has been growing up with him.
But even Qidou deeply understood the character of the young man in front of him. Under normal circumstances, his questions did not need to be answered.
Because he already had the answer.
So in the mist, in the bathroom that was exquisitely inlaid with fine jade pieces, Master Long's voice soon came again: "Well, no need. Even if I don't have to save time on the next journey, I will After 13 days, six hours, 47 minutes and 6 seconds, I entered the castle and saw her.”
"However, I will still try my best to save time." At this point, Long Shao smiled.
He rarely smiled, although every time he smiled was so endearing.
But he doesn't hesitate to smile at the other side every day, from morning to night, as long as the other side likes it.
This kind of thought is seriously eroding him, so he smiles more now, although it should be when he thinks of the other side.
Qidou sighed secretly.
I don’t know if it was right to send the dragon into that place after spending so much effort
Opening his slightly narrowed eyes, he took off the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, and then said: "Compared to this, do you feel that the impurities in your body have become smaller again along the way?"
"One thing, they are a bit too stubborn." Long stopped smiling and his expression became calm.
Anyone who cares can see that this carriage is always covered with a thin layer of purple mist.
In the small bathing pool, the purple mist almost condensed into liquid.
Because the surrounding area of the bathing pool is almost the best, it is inlaid with a kind of jade called Laokeng Ice Jade by previous civilizations.
As for the bottom of the bath, there is a whole piece of purple universal energy stone.
The green liquid in the bath is made from the cores of several kinds of evil plants. Don't doubt the types of these evil plants. They are obviously beneficial to cultivation. Even a leaf is full of... Energy, not to mention core transplantation
With such luxurious equipment, it’s strange that the energy doesn’t condense into substance, right
But Long doesn't use these to practice. Cultivation is a serious matter. Although he is so talented that even the old guys in Zhengjing have paid attention to it, he still believes that he should be fully prepared when practicing.
This condition is too crude and can only be used to slowly consume impurities.
For all this, Long does not feel luxurious. This era of drastic changes has made resources so abundant.
Compared with those young men and geniuses in Zhengjing, he may be too frugal.
He should speed up the removal of impurities, even though the remaining impurities in his body thought of this, Long closed his eyes, and his precise instinct immediately accurately sensed that the remaining impurities rate was four thousandths.
With just a little more, he can achieve the perfect 'jade body'. Such a body may not seem important now, but in the future, it will be the key to victory or defeat.
Thinking of this, Long stood up from the water with a "swish" sound.
As he stood up, water droplets rolled down quickly along his perfect streamlined muscle lines. Just a trace of energy flashed from the surface of his body, and the water was completely dry.
Picking up a white robe and putting it on, Long looked at Qidou: "Teacher, am I still a little slow? I would like to know what achievements he had when he was 17 years old?"
"Why are you always obsessed with comparison? Your path is your path. Being stronger than him or weaker than him cannot change your own path." Qidou was obviously unwilling to answer Long's question.
But a trace of hatred flashed in Long's eyes, and he was even more stubborn: "I want to know."
"Well, he was still a gangster at that time? Is this description accurate?" Qidou seemed a little cold. After taking a sip of wine, he shrank up and leaned against the corner of the carriage, falling asleep.
**
Four hours passed.
Tang Ling has become more and more proficient in this rhythm of cultivation.
His strange idea was implemented after gathering energy for the second time. As the energy washed through his body again and again, he became more and more sophisticated, and even received unexpected gains.
What is Tang Ling's strange idea? That is to use precise instincts to eliminate energy containing impurities.
Doing this will undoubtedly increase Tang Ling's burden, after all, the operation of precise instincts also consumes a part of mental energy.
In addition, Tang Ling's precise instinct was not that good at sensing itself. It had only been a vague sense all along.
But Tang Ling had always been like this. Not only did he have amazing mobility, but he also used to regard torture and pain as the secret treasure of his cultivation.
It's very simple. If you lack resources, you have to challenge the limits again and again. Only by pushing the limits again and again can you make great progress.
Facts have proved that this method is really feasible.
Although it is indeed very burdensome at first, it is okay after you get used to it. With the cooperation of precise instincts, the efficiency of cleaning does become faster.
And an unexpected reward came. He felt that he had become clearer. Even when he concentrated, he could feel where some tiny impurities were, and then used his mental power to transform into a small broom and wash it away. The energy coming in should be cleared with emphasis.
Everything is going well, everything is fine.
Tang Ling felt this way, but in Yang Kong's eyes, it was a terrifying training.
I don't know whether it was because his mental power was squeezed to the extreme, or because his body was under too much energy shock, but Tang Ling had practiced to the point where he was bleeding from his seven orifices.
Moreover, the body has lost a small amount of weight that can be measured with the naked eye.
What kind of practice is this? Yang Kong raised his head helplessly.
His thin body may have something to do with Tang Ling's strange practice. But bleeding from the seven orifices and the body twitching and shaking like spasms from time to time are definitely signs of hellish pain.
It's heartbreaking, and even more unbearable to interrupt.
Because he looked so satisfied and determined while sitting cross-legged in the gene chain calculator, so what was the point of interrupting him
Thinking of this, Yang Kong sighed and opened the transparent door of the gene chain calculator again, letting the purple mist filled with tiny black mist disperse.
In fact, if it weren't for these strange mist, Yang Kong would have interrupted Tang Ling's practice and wanted to correct him.
There must be something wrong somewhere, so no energy is left in the body, right
However, as meticulous as Yangkong, when Tang Ling began to wash away his body for the fourth time, he discovered that the purple mist overflowing from Tang Ling's body was somewhat special, mixed with traces of obvious black lines.
For this reason, Yang Kong took out the test tube and carefully collected some of it.
Then in this room where the experimental equipment was relatively modest, a computer was used to quickly analyze that these black threads were substances harmful to the human body.
Therefore, Yang Kong began to deliberately open the door of the gene chain calculator, and from time to time released the purple mist mixed with black threads.
This kind of behavior inadvertently helped Tang Ling a lot, preventing him from sucking back some impurities when his body was washed open.
so what? Therefore, Tang Ling's practice should not be the Thousand Satin Gong, but another skill, but it looks very similar to the Thousand Satin Gong.
He made no mistakes at all, nor did he do any useless work.
Yang Kong's brain is very smart, otherwise he wouldn't be the only person in the entire Security Zone 17 who is qualified to approach the profession of technician.
Unless he doesn't care, he doesn't want to think deeply about it, but once he cares, he can come up with a relatively reasonable answer after a little thought.
Of course, no matter how smart he was, he would never have thought that this was the Thousand Satin Kung Fu, because Tang Ling belonged to Su Yao, and Su Yao's private teaching of the technique was the most reasonable explanation.
"I hope Su Yao is right. Maybe too many people don't know how precious the Thousand Satin Technique is. It's not an amazing technique from the beginning." Looking at Tang Ling who was still practicing, he sighed in the air. There was a sound.
Perhaps these inexplicable few hours together made Yang Kong like Tang Ling even more, even though there was no conversation between them, and Tang Ling had no idea that Yang Kong was observing him as a 'chicken thief'.
Time continued to pass silently.
In the meantime, Yang Kong only went out for ten minutes and got himself a lunch box.
For some reason, he always felt that he had to protect Tang Ling and never expose Tang Ling's secrets. This idea became more and more firm in his mind.
As for Tang Ling, he was completely immersed in training.
His precise instincts are becoming more and more detailed in sensing the body, and he can even vaguely reach the realm of inner vision.
But this realm is always separated by a layer of film, and it is still difficult to break through.
Maybe it’s because I focus on impurities that I can only see the impurities
It has been cleared to 95%.
Tang Ling was greatly encouraged.
After three more washes, it was already 98% clear.
Well, there is still reason to persevere, even though a feeling of exhaustion is beginning to sprout from my bones.
After two more washes.
It has been cleared to 99%.
How many more times are needed for the remaining one percent? However, there is only one percent left, so it would be inappropriate to give up like this.
Yang Kong began to pace. This kid had been practicing for 7 hours at a stretch. It was almost evening.
After a while, Auston, the chattering guy, came, and Yang Kong didn't want Auston to see that this was not a common practice.
It's not that he doesn't trust Auston, a simple boy, but it's just that this guy is too simple and easily exposes some facts.
Should we find a way to wake up Tang Ling then
Another seven flushes passed, and Tang Ling felt that he didn't have to wait for the next two trainings. As long as he practiced this time, he could flush five more times at most, which would be considered too much!
I won’t be able to bear it! The cells will not be able to bear it! This was the answer his precise instinct told him.
Perhaps it would be better to completely clear it out in the next practice. After all, through supplementation, it will be restored and it will be able to withstand many washouts again.
However, does it need to be flushed many times? Isn't it necessary? !
This time, the impurities in the body should be completely eliminated, Tang Ling believed that was the case.
When the waterfall of energy struck again, Tang Ling focused on the last few tiny impurities and used almost all his mental power to drive them away with difficulty.
Then, it worked!
Tang Ling wants joy, is this the jade body he hopes for? But subconsciously, Tang Ling felt that it was not the case, and that there were still impurities that had not been completely removed.
But is there really no impurity in the body? Is it too arbitrary to judge based on your own feelings
Tang Ling frowned, but just that strong feeling made him unable to help but use his precise instinct to spy on himself again and again.
Finally, when his precise instincts swept over his heart, Tang Ling knew what the problem was.
His initial idea as a joke came true, and there were indeed impurities in the seeds.
Not clear? That is impossible, because the seeds are symbiotic with him, and the seeds have impurities, which is equivalent to his physical condition not reaching the perfect jade body.
Clear? There are four more chances to flush.
Is it too risky to run out? No one knows whether it will suddenly break apart the fifth time and exceed the limit.
If it is prudent, it can be eliminated next time through practice.
Then next time? But
(End of chapter)