Little Xuanwu twitched his face as he looked at the still burning incense burner and the fragrant smell in the room, but he didn't feel any enjoyment. Instead, he sighed very humanely, and then looked at Long Yuan with a sudden look in his eyes.
Somewhat dissatisfied.
However, as an accessory to the founder of the Spiritual Research Society, Xiao Xuanwu has long known that this third-generation disciple of the Spiritual Research Society, code-named "Long Yuan", although he has the face of a Tiruluo person, is actually the person who was
He was raised by a family in East Asia. His adoptive grandfather was the host of an old-school Taoist temple, and occasionally helped dignitaries with their home feng shui calculations. His adoptive father ran a traditional ink painting classroom. As you can imagine,
What a family atmosphere.
Therefore, although he looks like a typical Tirero person on the outside, his core is more earthly than most earthlings. He does things in a very traditional way and pays great attention to rituals.
At this time, Long Yuan was seen clasping his hands and bowing: "Uncle Master, thank you for your hard work and use your supreme magical power to cross the virtual realm. I am fortunate to have lived up to my fate."
Little Xuanwu is Lan Jiufeng's contracted fantasy beast, and its status is equivalent to that of the White Crane Boy next to the Antarctic Immortal. It is quite reasonable for a third-generation disciple to call him uncle. However, this young man has a high IQ.
The phantom beast still had goosebumps all over his body - even though he was covered in gorgeous scales and had neither goosebumps nor goosebumps - then he got angry, stretched out his hand and rubbed his short little paws.
Long Yuan quickly opened a small box, took out three golden balls with his fingers and handed them over.
Little Xuanwu didn't even move his hands, he just popped out his tongue and rolled the three balls in the opponent's palm into his stomach, and continued to support his stubby fingers.
Long Yuan quickly took out an object the size of a red bean from his arms. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tiny detector that was silver-gray in color. It was the one he had stuffed into the section of the "Mechanical Monster" before.
"I'll trouble my uncle to leave this treasure in the hands of Grand Master," he said.
Although Long Yuan is such a type who behaves as if he lives in ancient times, he actually has a degree in energy engineering. However, because of this, he knows that such a small robot with such excellent performance can
It cannot be made with the current technical level, so this thing is called "this treasure".
As a core disciple of the third generation of the Spirit Research Society with the "Sword", he had vaguely heard that the sect had gained a lot from its exploration activities in the New World last year. Maybe this miniature detection robot came from a certain ruins.
Where are the relics of the Enlightened One that were unearthed?
Little Xuanwu nodded arrogantly and took the nanorobot over. Then he stretched out his other little hand and rubbed his short fingers again.
Long Yuan was slightly startled, then understood what the other party meant, and said helplessly: "Uncle, it's already cold. And I don't know if it will suit your taste."
Xiao Xuanwu widened his gorgeous and deep eyes like obsidian, and let out a rough breath from his nose.
Long Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a piece of dried meat as wide as his index finger from his pocket with a reluctant expression. It turned out that it was torn from the "monster".
"The junior only secretly hid this little amount. After eating it at that time, even with the junior's appetite, he could feel full and the taste was extremely rich. It would be great if it could be mass-produced and used as military rations. However,
To you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Little Xuanwu once again stretched out his flexible tongue and swallowed the "old bacon strips" from hundreds of millions of years ago. He blinked his eyes, as if appreciating its taste, and then slowly exposed it.
There was a little bit of satisfaction on his face, like Long Yuan waved his hand, and then his shadow disappeared in an instant.
What happened next was not something Long Yuan could know. Naturally, he didn't know that after three hours of express delivery in the virtual realm, this silver-gray machine the size of a mung bean had already crossed two million light-years of physics.
distance, arriving at the space station of the Tianshu galaxy in the New China star region.
Then, in full view of Professor Zinov and his students, this psychic phantom beast appeared in the conference room of the space station in a swaggering manner.
As for the price paid, perhaps the little Xuanwu consumed too much. After this virtual express delivery, its mental state shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. He ignored the curiosity or curiosity of the people around him.
With fascinated eyes, he just panted and thrust the machine into the hands of a tall but elegant man.
This person is a master of psychic techniques and arrays known as "Mr. Jin" in Taoism, and is one of the legendary "Seven Sons of Spiritual Research".
Immediately afterwards, little Xuanwu retracted his head, limbs and tail into the thick carapace, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep as if no one was around.
Just looking at its current performance, it seems that instead of transporting a small detector the size of a mung bean, it is carrying a container and running a triathlon.
"You look so lackluster." Mr. Jin laughed and scolded: "I know it is very tiring for you to carry foreign objects through the virtual world, but intelligent creatures have to go beyond their limits. How many more times do you come here?
, maybe it could evolve two hundred years earlier."
Little Xuanwu continued to huddle in his turtle shell and sleep soundly, as if he couldn't hear anything at all.
Mr. Jin shrugged helplessly at everyone: "I'm sorry. This kid has been following his mentor for thirty years, but he doesn't have a good face towards our senior brothers."
However, this scene fell in the eyes of a group of people who were also at the scene. Even a third-generation double-flower red stick like Tai'a of the Spiritual Research Society still found it extremely shocking. Not to mention the other "mortals".
"What do you mean, this kind of virtual teleportation is not infinite?" Professor Zinov said.
"Of course, if you carry your mentor and rely on his magical power, you can really cross the virtual realm as if you were talking. But if you carry other people or things, there are many more restrictions. Even if you only carry one or two milligrams
Foreign objects that do not belong to the virtual realm will cause a huge burden. With the child's current ability, he can only have one about three or four times a year." Jin You explained:
"Master, back then, really thought about building a new transportation network through the virtual space. If this is true, the two million light-year chasm is only a few feet away. And we have created it through the Tianshu Galaxy and New China
Everything that comes out can be used in the Miracle Ring right away, and maybe it can give the friends of the empire a big surprise."
Professor Zinov thought this was reasonable. The more advanced the psychic operation, the greater the limitations. However, he couldn't help but sigh: "However, this is still a chasm of more than two million light-years.
It is still a leap forward overnight. Master, scientific researchers like us, every time we see a psychic master like you with a skill that is comparable to that of a god, we feel that what we do is like a joke."
Mr. Jin said: "Professor is a great expert in space theory. So, when this little child arrived here just now, did your instrument respond?"
Professor Zinov was startled for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile: "Of course there is a reaction."
"That means there is always a way to bridge the boundary between psychic energy and science. It just takes time." Mr. Jin smiled and said, "right? Gray Fairy?"
Like a lazy Persian cat, he put his long legs on Miss Gray and put his fingers on his lips again: "Mr. Jin, it would be too boring for me to talk about prohibited items at this time. However, you can find it yourself.
You just have to keep walking down the road you have reached, so why do you need an ancient like me to confirm it?"
"Hahaha, I have learned from you. But, Gray Fairy, we are only mortals after all, and we will be confused. As the saying goes, if you want to suppress it, you must strengthen it; if you want to weaken it, you must consolidate it and strengthen it."
"...Uh, what does this mean? I am afraid that my route will be shaken, so I need to strengthen my faith?" Xiao Hui couldn't help but be startled.
"No. It's because you are here after all, and your presence must be strengthened. Otherwise, it would appear that we are particularly rude. This is ultimately a sense of ritual, oh hahahahaha!" Mr. Jin laughed.
Xiao Hui also started laughing. Her smile was as bright as that of a majestic hero, but her face looked extremely stiff. She didn't understand what was so funny about this.
So, after she finished laughing, she glanced fiercely at the young people watching, raised her hand, and the gray detector the size of a red bean floated over and stuck directly on her slender swan neck.
Even though it disappeared into it, there was no trace. Now that I think about it, this red bean-sized robot is not a detector. It is clearly a specially deconstructed and exquisitely designed mechanical cell.
She closed her eyes and pretended to study: "I see, that's how that thing works! Hmm, it's very interesting, huh, huh, it refreshes my knowledge."
The young people looked at each other in confusion, always feeling that the Enlightenment's acting skills were a little too exaggerated, but for a while they couldn't find any evidence.
"So, what is the Enlightenment Agency that was defeated?" Professor Zinov has always been the type to tell one story and asked directly: "Is it really the field rations we are speculating on?"
"To be precise, it's a training instrument." Xiao Hui didn't try to be mysterious this time.
"At that time, in order to make the children's spring outings more interesting, these activity picnic trays were prepared."
"Live, moving picnic tray?"
More than 300 elite marines in full armor and heavy weapons, plus a dozen psykers wearing heraldry, laid siege for almost half an hour. At the cost of dozens of casualties, all the psykers were seriously injured.
Could it be that the opponent that I barely managed to defeat after running out of weapons and ammunition was actually a picnic plate?
It is really difficult for everyone to accept this setting, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems to be very reasonable.
"Yes. The children knocked down these practice props, which not only exercised their bodies, but also got delicious food." Xiao Hui smiled and said: "It's a pity, this picnic plate is six-shaped, and it is specially for meat dishes. If it is
Type 3 is just fine, it can make desserts."
Everyone still thinks this guy is joking, but still can't find any evidence.
On the other hand, Mr. Jin sighed quietly: "...What a pity. Listening to what you said, if you are Type 1, you can make wine."
"...Ahem, even in our time, children were not allowed to drink." Xiao Hui said seriously: "Thank you for your help. Although it is just a picnic plate, I also refreshed some of it through its structural analysis.
Knowledge base. So, let’s exchange it with everyone here.”
As she spoke, she projected a 3D mechanical structure diagram directly in front of everyone through the terminal on the space station.
Eisen and his two friends felt that this thing seemed a bit like a neuron simulator on a mecha, but visual inspection was much more sophisticated. Then, as big tech masters, they could no longer look away.
Already.
"This simulator, if the connection port is slightly modified, should be able to be connected to our general power armor." Eisen said.
"You can even try the heraldry machine." Tamir nodded: "I just don't know how effective it is in simulating the physical skills of psykers."
"With such a precise structure, there should be no problem. However, the energy supply requirements should be higher," Bai Ziya said.
Xiao Hui was very satisfied with the reaction of these three people, and his expression was very pleased, but he still smiled and said: "If it is used on the mechas used by you humans, it can only increase the performance by 30% at most. If it is a heraldry machine,
Maybe it’s just 10%.”
Five percent? You know, power armor used by mortals is okay, but any research involving psychic energy will be more difficult by several orders of magnitude. Every percentage point of performance improvement is enough to make military scientists from all over the world happy.
Crazy.
"In addition, don't you have any associations with this kind of neuron simulation?" Xiao Hui said.
Although she seemed to be asking everyone, her bright eyes were always staring at Eisen, which made the latter frightened for a moment, and his originally clear mind suddenly became confused.
"What a pity, little fat boy, you have to have some confidence in yourself. Your teacher and that guy all have full confidence in you." Ms. Gray encouraged her in an old-fashioned way. When he showed an moved expression, he said to Mr. Jin: "Speaking of which, Mr. Jin, do you still remember what you just said?"
"What? If you want to suppress something, you must strengthen it; if you want to weaken it, you must strengthen it?" Mr. Jin said.
"... When speaking to me, please try not to use rhetorical questions, metaphors, hints, etc. I have forgotten this conversation." Xiao Hui coughed, and then said seriously: "You seemed to have said before, if possible If we can open up a passage to the New World, that would be the best."
"That's what my teacher said. I feel that this is like the so-called great road. Everyone wants to pursue it, but no one can see it..." Mr. Jin's voice gradually became quieter, and his narrow-minded expression finally appeared. He looked seriously, then suddenly clasped his fists and bowed vigorously: "Gray Lady, thank you very much!"
"I haven't said anything yet. Why are you thanking me?"
"Thank you in advance. Maybe you won't regret it."