"Is this how the early knights did things?" After hearing Xiangshan's story, Matsushima Hiro nodded.
"Oh, so what was the result of this assassination?" TX-0 asked the question he was most concerned about.
Xiang Shan scratched his head: "I just remembered this paragraph based on the topic just now. This is not a very important operation, just a daily assassination. It is not the previous times when danger was everywhere, nor is it a period of fighting alone without gathering teammates.
, let alone assassinating the main target. So I don’t remember the result very clearly... It was probably successful, but I don’t remember whether the last target was a real person or a dummy."
"Ah...that's such a pity." TX-0 said.
"A-Ling, you can't tell me Xinyu's current situation, but what about David? David, you can tell me now, right?"
"My information on these matters is limited to 'content available on the public Internet'. I will not casually download knight information into this personality cover. Especially those old knights from the old generation. You also know that they live
By now, my abilities must be extraordinary, and my identity is even more extraordinary."
Xiang Shan nodded: "That's true."
"If Senior David is really still here...still..." A-Ling thought for a moment, "I always feel like something is wrong."
"Forget it, I've relaxed enough." Xiangshan stood up and said, "Songdao, you must have adapted to the newbies. Then come again."
In the next few days, Xiang Shan trained hard.
On the third day, Matsushima Hiroshi had a general evaluation of Mukayama Martial Arts as a whole.
Matsushima Hiro believes that Mingshan's skills have indeed deteriorated a bit compared to three years ago.
But it’s only “a little bit”.
Compared with the progress Xiangshan has made in his internal strength in the past three years, it is really not worth mentioning.
Three years ago, Xiangshan's inner strength was far inferior to that of the TX-0, and he could only rely on the Three Dragon Slaying Moves to barely protect himself.
Xiangshan's internal strength now even exceeds that of his own heyday two hundred years ago.
In comparison, the loss of this little external work is negligible.
But Xiangshan still wanted to further polish his external skills.
"I have always hated that my martial arts skills were not high enough." Xiang Shan said.
He practiced here for about seven days, and then told Matsushima Hiro that he needed to leave for a while to change his mood.
After concentrating on an activity for a long time, the activity feels boring and the enthusiasm fades. This is not a kind of laziness, nor is it something that can be overcome by training.
Because this is human nature.
Humans are born hunter-gatherers. Hunting and gathering means extracting resources directly from nature rather than consciously transforming the world. This is a life with low stability. If a hunter-gatherer takes the same route to collect every day
resources, then soon there will be no resources to mine on this line.
Human nature would require him to avoid such behavior.
The preset psychology of the human brain cannot adapt to this kind of life of "working steadily and getting paid periodically".
People who do creative work are more likely to maintain their passion for work than people who do repetitive work. Daily wages are also more in line with human nature than monthly wages.
Therefore, even a person with strong concentration like Xiang Shan will be at the mercy of this law.
And Xiangshan has always respected "efficiency".
He needs some time to "change his mind."
After leaving the martial arts hall, Xiangshan returned to Matsushima Hiro's basement and put on the prosthetic body with the reactor he had come in. He walked out of the martial arts hall area naturally and came to another street.
This street was the residence of a gang three years ago, and there was a server. The turmoil three years ago did not spread here. After all, the fire occurred among the senior members of the gang. Except for one person, the people who manage this server
In addition to the practitioners within the Ming Order, there are also some peripheral personnel.
But these people were subsequently taken away by asylum seekers in a wave of anti-gang activities.
After that, the server becomes ownerless.
Some people with quick reactions immediately thought of snatching the parts on this thing. A round of fighting soon broke out.
But there are always some bold people.
Soon, some martial arts disciples announced their intention to take possession of this server.
At this time, the server had just been dismantled a little. The civilians lacked effective means and could only dismantle some antennas, peripheral panels and the like, before they had time to go deeper. The martial arts disciples repaired these things and promised to use them.
The condition of providing free services at a fixed time period every day will make the surrounding people give up fighting for it.
These martial arts disciples later introduced management AI.
Well, by the way, this is one of the few ways to improve organization that is acceptable to asylum seekers.
That is, "a group of people voluntarily submit to the management of an open source AI".
AI is not an ethereal common imagination, but is built by real code. AI is not like gods, companies and the like, an entity that reduces people to "means". AI does not have its own
Tendencies and purposes can also have the purpose of "purely serving mankind".
Of course, there is another reason. The asylum seekers themselves will also use AI to assist management or production.
The biggest flaw of AI is that it is difficult to resist rewriting or confusion by internal experts. At least in this era, it will not become a mainstream combat effectiveness. However, it is still meaningful from a civilian perspective.
Xiang Shan found a corner nearby, then took out a hat-like solar panel and put it on his head.
As a man who owns a fission furnace, Xiangshan doesn't really need this kind of thing.
But to make a living in this city, you have to put on some disguise.
The efficiency of solar panels in this era is approaching the limit. If it only needs to meet the consumption of the brain's life-sustaining activities, then a few square decimeters of panels will probably be enough. [Of course, this is data on the earth. Mars, small
The planetary belt needs a bigger one]
In addition, the network signal here is good.
Xiangshan immersed himself mentally in the Internet. He had seen the Internet of the old generation, so he was somewhat dismissive of the "local network" based on cities in this era. In addition, because he subconsciously distrusted the Internet,
Therefore, he instinctively refused to devote himself to the Internet without Zhu Xinyu, so Xiangshan did not browse the Internet of this era three years ago.
However, Xiangshan digested and absorbed the achievements of the Eighth Martial God, and his internal strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he is now able to gallop on the Internet by himself.
"First of all, we have to find a way to trick those lords..." Xiang Shan thought.
At this moment, Babbitt also came over. He saw Xiangshan and said: "Sir, Mr. Nonem, you really came on time!"