Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When Li Yiu woke up, he heard the “noise” of the waterfall from outside the wooden window. The humid air smelled like a few strands of mountain water sweet tsunami. He opened his eyes with some effort. At first sight, he saw the dark beam of the house and the dry fish, pickled meat and yellow clear oil pig skin hanging from it.

Moving gently, “creaking” beneath you is a bamboo lodge that has been used for many years and has collapsed.

A pair of grass shoes are placed on the floor, tight and soft, and they are extremely comfortable to wear, like barefoot stepping on the grass, making each toe jump happily.

On the other hand, he wore a set of grey puffy coarse clothes, like smoked with grass juice and exposed to the big sun, full of sunshine and plant flavors.

Li Yao moved his sour and swollen body and looked carefully at his hands and surroundings. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, but there were dozens of freshly knotted scars on his body. These scars were fabulously unique. He could even sense that the skin meat was involved, such as the strange feeling of ants crawling inside.

But his kung fu precepts are gone.

Storing all his armor, pharmacopoeia, crystal bombs, especially the Qian Kun Ring of the Giant Divine Soldier, all disappeared. Under this coarse coat of Gobbles, he was covered in nothing, nothing.

Li Yao was not overwhelmed. He sat on his knees on a bamboo tray, crooked his head and thought for a moment, untied his pants and looked between his legs.

Surely, it's not his “handle."

If Professor Mo Xuan invests in the "Xuan” supercrystal brain and his own vast computational power, it is indeed possible to build a fantastic virtual world, and even secretly photograph Li Yao's face, hands and even physical data in the real world, all of which are perfectly copied into the virtual world.

But he could never snoop into Li Yao's “handle”, so he could only use one template randomly.

And how can a man, even a blind man, not know what his handle looks like?

This is the virtual world, seemingly unique and lifelike, but these deadly blooms are worthless to mention.

Li Yao made a fool of it, it immediately congested and stretched up. The feeling of an inch of tightness was real, but very slightly different from his past experience - any man who had lived through puberty could instantly tell.

“This is a lie. My body is still in Space Station 01 in Baihua City, under the strict protection of the Giant Divine Soldier. Professor Mo Xuan did not want to invade the Giant Divine Soldier for a moment and a half, so he managed to carry out a spiritual attack and drag my divine soul into the spirit world. ”

Li Yaoming thought that although he was lost in the realm of dysfunction, he was not panicked. The spiritual attack was a double-edged sword, and the spirits of both sides collided directly. If he was slightly careless, he would repel himself.

Trying to trap him in the spirit world? Let's see if Professor Mo Xuan has such powerful computational, spiritual and spiritual powers!

Li Yao re-fastened his pants belt and jumped off the bamboo lodge to gauge this little cabin with joy.

In addition to the bamboo lodging, the cabin is a twisted wooden table.

There is a coat hanging on the fine painted wall of yellow mud, with nothing but a scrubbed, spotless crate in the corner.

Though simple, yet refreshing, Li Yao looked out through a small window, and the cabin seemed to be built not far from a waterfall, with hidden cliffs filled with vines and splashing, crystal-clear water beads.

A gecko poked his head out of the window and looked at Li Yao for a moment. He quickly climbed down again and disappeared between the vines.

Outside the door came a cheerful and loud song. Li Yao took a deep breath and opened the door violently, and saw a small mountain village like a peach tree.

Situated in a huge basin, Xiaoshan Village is surrounded by cliffs soaring into the clouds. The cliffs seem to be dense and numb primitive forests. Even the sky is covered with a faint cloud mist. The clouds are extremely low, so low that they can be found by reaching out, making Xiaoshan Village full of the smell of clouds.

His cabin was built in the highest part of the hill village. On the left was a cloudy waterfall, smashing a clear and clear deep pool into the ground and turning it into a winding stream across the village. Dozens of water trucks were erected on both sides of the river. Hard and joyful farmers shouted long numbers as they stepped on the water truck to send sweet river water to the farmland. I didn't know what time it was in the virtual world, but the rice ear had exploded so fast that the scent of rice flowers was soaking in the air and the trance was as intoxicating as cinnamon wine.

Men stepped on the water wheel, women bent over in the field, children who had just learned to walk were still half-walk and half climbing, in the village's sun valley and “Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling" old hen plays, there seemed to be a small school at the end of the village, the reading of "Oops" came, the clouds were deep unknown, village women with fruit picking drugs were singing, provincial nine curved eighteen bends, like a stream of water.

Despite knowing that everything was fake, Li Yao's virtual heart beat slowly and independently.

This virtual world is more sophisticated and alluring than the open spiritual world inside the Spark Project Base. It seems that this is the true strength of Professor Mo Xuan to build the virtual world!

“Ah, you're awake! ”

Li Yao looked back and found a 15-six-year-old girl with a large bonsai sprayed with incense and looked at him with surprise.

The little girl was also dressed as a village girl, with a coarse cloth and a pair of tall red wooden clothes. She did not apply half a little powder on her frayed face, but the glow of youth and the naive and rotten look was enough to quench all the vigilance and hostility. She put the firing field screw under the roof on a small wooden table facing the waterfall, burned her fingers straight, rubbing her ears, and smiled briskly. “Don't rush, you can eat when Grandpa comes back, it rained for days, finally let it go. Grandpa said to eat outside today, don't be so bored. ”

Li Yao stared deeply at her for half a day. Although 80% were sure that she was... a strange spirit, she really couldn't tell the difference from the real person, frowned: “I..."

“Don't you remember? ”

The little girl blinked her big black and white eyes, pointing to the top of the cliff, “You fell off the top, you still have dozens of bloody scars on you, so scary, it was Grandpa who saved you, I thought you had to die!

“That was half a month ago. You've been feverish, talking nonsense, talking about fighting, shooting, killing and all that. Are you a soldier? I hear the outside world's been fighting all day. Really? ”

Little girl is a shredded mouth. Without waiting for Li Yiu to answer, she continued to wave her hand: “We are called ‘Taohua Village’. Don't look at it now. It's beautiful every February and March when the peach blossoms are everywhere!

“According to the old man in the village, our ancestors used to live outside, but the soldiers outside were in a mess. It was horrible that you killed me or me all day.

“And then they found this place, and they moved in a lot of people, and, well, let's see, it's been about a thousand years, right? In the last few hundred years, there have been many soldiers like you who have been hunted down, hunted down, fallen off a cliff, can't leave after coming here!

“Well, this is how Zhao Lao Si's family in the eastern head of the village, Granny Lin in the western head of the village, heard about their grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, fell.

“Look at all the injuries on you, you must have fought a lot of battles out there, kill a lot of people, that's not good, don't leave too, just stay here and live with us, how nice and quiet it is!

“Hey, what's your name, remember? It doesn't matter if I forget, my name is Aro, not the" spiro "of the field spine, but the" radish "of the vine radish, well, that's the" radish "of the radish! But the field nuts I burned are delicious. If Grandpa doesn't come back, you can sneak a couple of them and throw the shells in the pool. Hip!

“There's another dish, I'll get it. Sit down and wait for me! ”

The girl ran back to the cook with a smile, and the wood knocked out a "click-click” on the bluestone board.

Li Yao turned to the roof and looked at the small wooden table. In addition to the yakitori, there was a bowl of snowflake stewed tofu, a plate of spicy fried fish dried, a plate of oiled pork skin fried green vegetables, the dish was simple and crude, but the aroma was very tempting, making the fingers irresistible.

The woody sound sounded again, Aro cautiously held a deep pot of earthen pottery with the soulful scent of a chicken, and walked quickly.

She placed the clay pot between the four vegetables, stewed to the ultimate chicken soup like alcohol, blossoming a golden glow, the chicken soup like a breath will fall off the skeleton, completely melted in the chicken soup, Li Yao in the real world, never seen such good chicken soup.

Aro was very proud of her craftsmanship and smiled with no heart. She looked down at the foot of the mountain and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Ah, Grandpa is back! ”

An old farmer wearing a fitted sheet, barefoot, dressed in a gown, picking up two large bundles of firewood, with a straw rope at the waist, simply tied together, with a huge wine gourd in his hand, slowly walking all the way to the half-hill waist.

As the fog grew thicker, his fitted clothes suddenly appeared, and the gorgeous pair beneath the fitted clothes, seemingly naive and hot as a teenager's eyes, were not concealed at all.

It's Professor Mo Xuan.

At various times, Professor Mo Xuan, dressed as an old farmer, returned to the cabin at half a mountain's waist. He poured dry wood into the back room and gently slammed the waist bar, which led him back to the cabin table and put the gourd in front of Li Yao.

“Mountain villages are rudimentary, difficult to meet guests, not very welcoming, come a long way to the VIP, how inclusive! ”

Professor Mo Xuan laughed and said, pulling out the plug, honey like yellow and clear liquid poured out, silky and constant.