When Li Xianfeng arrived at Tiepan City by plane, it happened to be 6 o'clock in the afternoon. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds wandering in the sky red and decorated them with orange lace. Another day passed.
Yes, the clouds turn into sunset like roses.
At the exit, he saw Lao Wang who was wearing sunglasses and waiting, and couldn't help but say hello: "Hey, Lao Wang, nothing has changed at all! He really looks like a truck driver."
Wang Fumin was stunned for a moment: "Every time we meet, I always say this. I live for thousands of years, and of course there will be no change in decades."
"But you have really changed a lot."
Li Xianfeng nodded: "Don't tell me, I felt a little strange at first, but as time goes by, I will get used to it."
This young man's lips are a bit thick, his skin is brown, and his hair is black and shiny. He seems to be the third brother next door. Only his eyes are bright and sparkling, exuding wisdom beyond his peers.
Li Xianfeng was reincarnated randomly, no matter where he was on the earth.
What's more, in this era, there is no such thing as race.
After all, even snake people and Hong Gang people have appeared in the Sea of Demon Gods. What kind of races are divided among humans? If you tell me, other races will laugh at you.
Lao Wang looked at it for a long time and laughed: "By the way, what is your name in this life?"
"In this life, my name is Wang Zhexuan Baolaigou Kalmchand Gandhi." Li Xianfeng showed his ID card and deliberately pretended to be serious, "You can call me Wang Zhexuan Gandhi."
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Lao Wang glanced at it and immediately touched his nose, what kind of bullshit name is this?
Wang Zhexuan?
"It turns out that I have become the boss in this life...a somewhat philosophical name. However, I am used to calling you Li Xianfeng. Get in the car and take you to Lao Zhang's house."
Wang Fumin patted the 23-year-old young man hard on the shoulder, almost beating the newly revived Li Xianfeng to death, and then drove the car to Zhang Ming's newly bought small villa.
Surrounded by the lake, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, the environment is quite nice.
Zhang Ming was cooking in the kitchen when he heard the sound of the car engine and ran out of the kitchen.
He was also shocked when he saw Li Xianfeng's thick lips.
However, the level of shock was not as great as that of Lao Wang. After all, Zhang Ming hangs out with monsters and ghosts every day, treats the devil as his wife, and the turtle as his friend. So what if Li Xianfeng changes his appearance? He might be even weirder in his next life.
"Lao Zhang, he's really back! It's exactly the same as the photo in the textbook, almost unchanged."
Li Xianfeng couldn't help but burst into tears: "Back then, I was broadcasting every day, but... I finally came back."
"After all these years, most of the original group of people are gone, and even I died twice! Damn, I finally lived up to all the hard work."
This intellectual couldn't help but utter a curse word.
Distant memories are like old photos, stained like tea.
When he "Wang Zhexuan Gandhi" was in primary school, he also learned the corresponding courses. At that time, his memory had not yet awakened, and he felt a sense of admiration when he learned the corresponding content. Children are like this, and they are especially easy to be inspired when they are young. After Zhang Ming heard his description, he couldn't help complaining: "Adoration? No need, everyone is an old man of that era, and they all know what is going on."
"I complained every day overseas, complained about everything, and cursed the non-existent rescue team! Even the Jade Emperor cursed."
"If this scene spreads, the society may die immediately."
"You, Li Xianfeng, are comforting me on the radio every day. The rescue team is organizing, organizing, and making me wait! I waited for a long, long time, and then cursed every day, wishing I could pick up a stone from the ground and smash you all to death." "The rescue team is really being organized! After going to sea, the boat capsized and they escaped again!" Li Xianfeng's voice became louder, "Do you know how difficult it was in those days when you didn't know any information? The most elite soldiers
I died immediately after encountering a monster, what can I do?"
He is determined not to bear the blame, and he cannot bear it!
Then, the three of them laughed in unison, and some of the strangeness caused by the passage of time quietly dissipated.
It was a pleasant surprise to meet old friends, and soon they felt like "we should get along like this".
Lao Zhang returned to the kitchen, continued to cook, hummed a tune, and then pricked up his ears to listen to the two of them chatting.
The two guests were watching TV in the living room and chatting casually, as if they had been together for many, many years... It cannot be said that they had really been together for many, many years.
There are really very few old friends who came together in the old days.
Although for a period of time, political opinions were somewhat inconsistent, and there was even a subtle breakdown in relations.
Although, both of them have interacted with "Qin Yiwei".
But now, everything has been cleared up.
Facing "Qin", a man who has been dead for many years and has received mixed reviews, the two of them still have deep and complicated emotions.
A large part of the foundation of everything currently comes from the world that was created by Lao Qin. It is an improved product of compromise that is acceptable to everyone.
But it is not the end of history.
Perhaps, there will never be a perfect mechanism that can bring the end of history. After all, politics itself is the art of compromise.
"In the end, I have to go to Lao Qin's grave and burn a stick of incense." Lao Wang sighed.
"As it is now, despite all the drawbacks, at least human power is still integrated."
Then, the two started talking about the strange ability of "reincarnation".
Li Xianfeng lamented: "I have a feeling that if you reincarnate too many times, you will get lost similar to the mystery of the womb, and you will never be able to recover your memory."
"If we follow the teachings of Buddha and Taoism, nine is the limit, and we may be able to reincarnate in nine lives at most."
He naturally spent a lot of energy and studied his abilities carefully.
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But obviously, there should be no second [Reincarnator] in the entire earth who has the same ability as him.
It’s hard to draw a conclusion as to how it will be.
"According to this, if you live a hundred years in one life, the total of your nine lives will only be nine hundred years." Wang Fumin shook his head, "Such a complicated mechanism is not as good as the normal life span of a national scholar.
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"But if you practice more diligently, you can live longer."
"You can't force yourself to live a long life, but you should spend every life with your heart. Moreover, being able to enjoy the joy of youth is something that cannot be compared with a long life."
"That's true. I'm not even two hundred years old yet, and I always feel that my mental age is already old." Lao Wang spread his hands, "What are your qualifications like?"
Li Xianfeng took a sip of tea and said with satisfaction: "I am very lucky in this life. I have a talent for breathing. It is much better than the previous two lives. I am no longer a waste. I also have an innate talent.
Super thinking, I wonder if I will still have this talent in my next life."
Super thinking, as the name suggests, makes the brain more flexible and easy to use, and the mind more focused. It is a mental ability that is not too rare.
The probability of birth is about one in 100,000.
Once you have awakened your super thinking, as long as you don’t give in to self-destruction, it will be easy to get into a top university.
Of course, "Super Thinking" cannot grow through exercise, nor can it help break through "mental" bottlenecks. It is an auxiliary ability.
For academic research, this is definitely an outstanding talent.
Hearing this, Zhang Ming, who was busy in the kitchen, had a strange doubt in his heart. [Reincarnation] is an extremely rare ability that has not been introduced in so many civilizations. In theory, it should not only reincarnate a few times.
Then it is as simple as losing yourself because the "mystery in the womb" cannot revive the memory.
If every generation has rubbish qualifications, then it’s a fool’s errand.
Are there really so many people who can change their lives against the odds? For most mediocre people, even if you are given a hundred lifetimes of opportunities, you will still be an ordinary person in the end.
So he turned his head, activated the "Eye of Time and Space" and took a glance.
The red light overflowed the eyes.
At first glance, Li Xianfeng’s soul is normal, weaker than that of Lao Wang next door.
But I always feel that there is something strange about it.
So he simply recorded the data and gave it to his personal assistant: "Aircraft carrier, please calculate whether there is any abnormality in his soul."
The "Aerospace Carrier" was a little bit crazy by this new name, and reluctantly said: [This work is very tiring... Well... The Aerospace Carrier was tortured by the captain last night, and the CPU was in a paralyzed state, so it could not
Complete this work.]
Zhang Ming was stunned. You were obviously very happy in your role, but you can't blame me if the CPU suddenly exploded?
[The aerospace aircraft carrier has entered the salty mode. Captain, please have fun in the future.]
She does have this peculiar problem. Because her happiness threshold is too low, she often becomes happy all day long over the smallest things.
But because of this, if the mental stimulation is too great, another special mechanism may be triggered. She will store these happiness values for delayed gratification. No more happiness values are needed before they are consumed.
Commonly known as - salted fish mode.
Although there are no side effects after "salted fish", it will be lazy for many days, not doing any work, not saying a word, and the response speed is like an old-fashioned computer.
If she didn't have this problem, Zhang Ming is not a moral model. After getting along with her for so many years, he would have caught her and played more interesting games.
He had no choice but to face Miss Calabash who had turned into a salty fish. He could only console her in a good voice: "Well, let's do this. I will buy you a computer and a mobile phone. From now on, you can surf the Internet, play games and watch TV every day.
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"If you want a hundred happiness, I can buy you a hundred computers. I will buy the house next door and use it as an Internet cafe for you."
