Hearing this title, Matsushima Hiroshi closed the door calmly, and then asked: "Who are you?"
"Haven't you heard it yet? It's me, Hongjun. Listen to this familiar voice..."
"The hero who was charging at my house three years ago?" Matsushima Hiro relaxed his posture slightly. He was a little dissatisfied: "Why is it always you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Xiang Shan waved his hands and said, "And I didn't charge it this time. You want me to charge your house."
This is the truth. Matsushima Hiroshi’s house is just a solar panel on the roof, and then connected to the power of a small local self-organized group. This amount of electricity is really nothing compared to the maximum output of the fission furnace.
.
Hong Shan can definitely connect a wire from his body to power all the home appliances in Matsushima Hiro's house.
Matsushima Hiroshi: "No need. I think I will be in trouble if I meet you. I am a martial artist who is afraid of trouble."
“Hey, master, why were you not afraid of trouble when you went to the insect missile position with Brother Wang, the single-killer?”
"The sooner things here are completed, the sooner he leaves, and the safer I am." Matsushima Hiroshi said: "So please don't expect me to do anything for you, hero."
Shaked his finger at Xiang Shan: "I have two more things here. I'm sure you will help me."
“I will not attack the patron.”
“I don’t want you to do it yet.” Xiang Shan said: “First thing first, I need to train external skills in this city.”
"train?"
Xiang Shan said frankly: "I have been lurking for a while, practicing hard on internal strength. Now my internal strength has improved to a higher level. However, practicing internal strength is accompanied by the risk of other skills and memory degradation. On the way here, I carefully examined all aspects of my own skills.
There is no obvious deterioration in skills and combat awareness. However, it is difficult to determine without comparison only with external skills."
In fact, there are some universal and quantitative standards for external strength. For example, the speed of nerve reflexes, or the number and activity of brain neural circuits.
But these responses are at the tactical level and reaction level.
The more holistic level, that is, the level of "martial arts" itself is difficult to test.
There are some chips that can simulate the process of fighting through AR or VR technology. But for a warrior of Xiangshan’s level, ordinary virtual systems cannot keep up.
Trying with Matsushima Hiroshi, it is more objective.
Matsushima Hiro quickly understood. The reason why he was reluctant to practice internal strength was because of this concern. The pill-reducing enzyme will wash away the already formed brain circuits.
In the process of practicing internal strength, new brain nerve connections will occupy the space of the original connections.
Hiroshi Matsushima's external skills have reached their peak, and no one knows whether he can suddenly develop brain circuits with the same or similar functions after the space where the original brain circuits are located is occupied.
Matsushima Hiroshi stretched out a hand, and Xiangshan extended his hand as well. The two looked as if they were about to shake hands, but in the end they slapped each other.
The arms of both of them shook slightly.
"It feels... very subtle." Matsushima Hiroshi said: "Maybe there is a slight regression, but it shouldn't be a big problem."
"I have to keep improving." Xiang Shan sighed: "I will pay the tuition according to the rules of the martial arts school."
"Since it follows the rules of the martial arts school, it is not considered a help." Matsushima Hiroshi said: "But only my level can promote you. Just buy the 'Fusion VIP Course' directly on the website."
“Oh, how many lessons can I get a discount if I buy them at one time?”
…“…Buy ten classes at a time and get a 5% discount, and a 10% discount for twenty classes.”
“By analogy, if you purchase 200 lessons at one time, will it be free?”
Hiro Matsushima was choked up: "...20% off, thank you. Free lessons, unless you join the martial arts gym and complete several matches for the martial arts gym."
Xiang Yatou rubbed his chin: "This class is quite expensive..."
“No credit. I will teach as many lessons as I can.” Matsushima Hiroshi said matter-of-factly.
"OK, I'll check it out later. Actually, I have one more thing to do this time." Xiang Shan said: "Where is the little guy who broke into the Methodist Building with me? He is not in your server now.
Ah. Now you have him stored directly in your body?"
Hiroshi Matsushima closed his eyes.
After a moment, his prosthetic eye went out, then lit up again.
"Friend, are you looking for me?" The little brother raised his hand and said, "It happened three years ago. Thank you very much."
Xiang Shan said: "I am here this time to ask you a few questions. You..."
Xiang Shan opened his mouth. But another impulse seemed to control his language function. The original manuscript was disrupted.
Xiang Shan was silent for a moment and asked: "Is your master Turing? Is Zhu Xinyu okay?"
Xiangshan's internal energy has covered every inch of this area. At the same time, he also checked all possible corners of the room to confirm that there were no uncontrolled listening devices. That's why he dared to say those words.
The "little brother" was also silent for a moment: "You seem to have practiced the Way of the Other three years ago, and you have a deep relationship with our lineage. But senior, you shouldn't ask about this kind of thing, and neither does this 'I' here.
Relevant information."
Xiang Shan stood up and said, "Is she in Jupiter now? Jupiter is one of the areas with the highest defense for the Protector. Except for King Agni, the second best internal energy master in the world, other levels are unfamiliar with the Earth. Is she there?"
“I don’t know. This personality overlay here doesn’t retain relevant data.”
“So, tell me, how is she doing now?”
“Little Brother” hesitated: “At least as far as I know, she... is currently safe.”
"As long as it's safe." Xiang Shan nodded, relaxed a little, and then sat down, "Yes. Very good. So who are you? What is your code name? Altai? Atari 800? PDP-6
?LISP?”
"this……"
"Then, let me ask another question..." Xiang Shan raised his hand, covered his face, and then slowly wiped it.
His prosthetic eyes emitted a faint blue light: "Tell me, did 'we' meet on a certain orbital server eighty years ago?"
"What..." The little brother was suddenly startled: "What do you mean? Orbital server? Which one? Why?"
"It seems that you know this?" Xiang Shan tilted his head and approached his little brother: "Are you the kid who helped her run errands? Or were you the one who solved the problem? You should be aware of it, right? Similar technology does not only exist in your hands.
At the time, 'that me' also provided quite a lot of experimental data."
"Although I didn't understand what you meant..." the little brother said in an alert tone, "but the preset program told me that you said something remarkable...you..."
“Oh, one more thing. You actually did it during the psychological self-examination program...”