Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao is still thinking about the day.

Although he was relatively far from the online novelist at the time and did not see the scene clearly, he did not know if he was hallucinating, as if he had heard the sound of a broken chandelier, a smashed down, a broken web novelist.

Later, when the crowd rioted and the public ran away, he also hid the red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, spitting his tongue on him, what message to convey to him.

Later, I heard the news that the online novelist was seriously injured and unfortunately passed away.

Modern social information is developed, and most young people have seen many accidents, bloody and brutal videos, and their psychological capacity is not so poor.

But Li Yao's heart was still beating, and his mind was spinning.

Is... Fear?

No, in addition to fear, there is more confusion, and there is something unclear that flows through the circuit of the brain.

Li Yao also remembered the deaths of two East and West fantasy and animation masters, Gilson and Yibo Takaya.

After more than half a day of fermentation, these two things have raised a huge wave in a small circle of fantasy literature and animation enthusiasts, and various semi-realistic posts are flying, as well as spontaneous mourning by internet friends, etc.

According to theory, Li Yao is not a fantastic literary fan or cartoon fan who is particularly enthusiastic, there is no need to make this lively.

But he couldn't help but read and read the news of the passing of the two masters. Each photograph was left unattended and the two news and cartoon festivals were compared unexpectedly.

Nor did he know why he was doing it.

A Mahjong-loving Fu-sun cartoonist and a harsh-hearted Western fantasy literature master, coupled with a local online novelist - there is no point in similarity, and there can be no connection at all.

Although accidents happen almost simultaneously, it's not surprising that there are so many fantasy, science fiction, fantasy literary writers around the world, as well as so many cartoonists and animation game producers, and a dozen more practitioners.

But Li Yao just feels, just feels...

Looking out through the sloping wind of the balcony, the entire University City of Jiangnan flashed with dusk fireworks in the light of twilight. Not far away, the elevation throughout the city uploaded the roar of a car. The campus was filled with colorful umbrellas, forming a world like kaleidoscope.

The world seems a little more monotonous than the last second.

No, not now, more accurately, when that hot headlight came down from the sky and hit the head of an online novelist, Li Yao felt that the “hue” of the whole world had become a little more monotonous and dim than the last second.

It's like a world of 18,000 colors, one less color, with only 17,999 colors left.

Perhaps, one day, the whole world will turn black and white, not even black and white, leaving only a dead shade of gray, forever and ever.

“What's wrong with me? ”

Li Yao woke up from the trance and couldn't help laughing. He banged his head hard. “Have you read too many novels or had too many dreams? What are you thinking all the time? ”

It's graduation season.

Students are busy writing papers, running internships, looking for work, and meeting the first wave of social shocks.

Li Yao's grades and family are ordinary and not enough to daydream him all day long.

He doesn't have much of a sense of career and ambition, but he doesn't fall into a state of disillusionment, self-inflicted self-abandonment. Anyway, he is 3,000 red dust. He is one of the most common people in the arts and crafts life. He can't live as long as others live. He can't fight for it. At 600,000 years old - the vast majority of the world's 67 billion people, isn't that how it all works?

“Stop thinking about these useless things. ”

Li Yao took a deep breath, reached outside the balcony, followed by a cold rain point, rubbing his hot face hard, “Daydreaming all day, can't you send out a good job? Starting tomorrow, you really can't go down like this, you have to prepare your graduation thesis well, you have to attend a job fair, strive to find a job with greater development opportunities, buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife, have children... By the way, this year's job is really hard to find, now the house price is so high, I don't know what month to get a down payment, no house who marries you? ”

Li Yao sighed, creating a sense of powerlessness from the bone marrow.

It always felt like there was an invisible film that cut his head off and covered his head, making him unable to see the direction, gasp, and make him feel weaker.

Perhaps that's how real life is, the pressure is so great that everyone has to do everything they can and be exhausted in order to gain some breathing space between the steel jungles to accomplish their responsibilities and mission.

It is better to be human or to step on the ground. After all, he is no longer old enough to dream irresponsibly and randomly.

You can't live your whole life in an absurd dream. You can never grow up, can you?

Li Yao dumped his head hard, trying to dump all the messy thoughts - the accidents of the day, the death of the Eastern and Western fantasy masters, including the Lipstick-coated Dragon of Heaven in his dreams, all out into the Nine Clouds.

Simple washing, climbing to his bunk bed, throwing the whole person into the bunk, extremely tired body, but extremely clear brain, resisting the idea of falling asleep - he doesn't know what to do if, after falling asleep, he sees the Lipstick-wiped Dragon again in his dreams, and the Dragon invites him to “wake up and fight” again.

Li Yao slipped away from his phone and was ready to browse a few more news and posts.

In the WeChat pop-up window, Zhao Kai's head flashed, but sent him a link to the novel URL "40,000 Years of Fixing".

Looks like Zhao Kai is really excited.

Li Yao wasn't in the mood to read the novel - he said he can't be so depraved from tomorrow onwards. He has to work hard, fight hard, and learn to go up every day!

But, cough, isn't it tomorrow?

Li Yao clicked on the link and was ready to close the page at any time.

Skipping the so-called book title is a somewhat exaggerated introduction:

[“This is a 'Sirius' Class Crystal Battleship, weighing 390 million tons, manipulated by 15,23 gas refiners, the main control crystal brain calculates 90 million thoughts per second. ‘Computational power' is comparable to that of the Original Baby Monster and can instantly suppress a planet! ”

Li Yaozhuo stood on the infinite sea of stars, looking at the enormous thing in front of him, silently counted, “I need - 7 seconds to dismantle this battleship into scrap iron! ”

Fixing the 40000s, a common border teenager, growling stars, dominating the bloody legend of the Milky Way!

Seeing that his name appeared in the introduction, he also looked mighty and carefree. Li Yao's heart was not a little excited. Instead, he was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

This profile is silly.

What are you talking about? What are you talking about?

He growled at the stars and dominated the Milky Way. Now the author can't even write about the battle between the two villages. He dares to write about the planet, write about the galaxy, write about the universe. It's a huge tone.

As for the word "hot blood”, based on Li Yao's limited experience reading online novels, it means that the author will use a lot of exclamation marks.

Li Yao beat a lag and slipped the reading interface to the top.

Well, isn't that a novel? How do you classify it as a science fiction?

This kind of "roaring stars, dominating galaxies” thing can be a science fiction novel, that snail is also a cow.

Li Yao lost 90% of his interest in titles, profiles, and segmentation.

However, he is afraid that tomorrow morning Zhao Kai will ask, he is prepared to sweep two chapters to deal with it.

Li Yao clicked on "Read the Body” and opened the first chapter, entitled "Father's Tomb”.

The tomb of Fabo?

Somehow, Li Yao's heartbeat broke.

It's like a tiny, almost non-existent, short needle that punctured his heart lightly.

Wake up!

Sleeping billions of years of Ying Ling, wake up!

The war has broken out and the trumpet is roaring!

The multiverse needs you, we... need you!

“What the hell? It's about graduation and job hunting, not sleeping well, nervous breakdown? ”

Li Yao pulled out his ears and emptied the annoying murmur. He rubbed his heart again and continued watching.

[Iron Rust Lake.

Federal Special Waste Disposal Site No. 23.

Also known as "Pharaoh's Tomb”.

With the constant development of cultivation civilization, the old high and only cultivators can drive Fabao into thousands of households, becoming a necessary tool for ordinary people to travel and learn from home.

While providing convenience, it also generates a large amount of scrap treasures and metal trash.

Most of these garbage treasures retain a lot of spiritual power, are prone to radiation pollution, construct treasure arrays that are extremely unstable and even risk explosion, and if left unattended, can cause great damage to the environment.

So, around every major city in the Federation, there are a number of "special garbage disposal plants” dedicated to scrap magic.

No. 23 Special Waste Disposal Site, located on the southern outskirts of “Fungo City”, a federal training town…]

Li Yao looked at the lines and stunned for a long time.

Indeed, as Yu Xin said, the pen is quite... simple, I can only reluctantly explain things, and the background settings are not very outstanding. It is the opening of such “pseudoscience fiction" common garbage dump. Even if Li Yaoping doesn't read many online novels, he can't read ten similar opening books. He can't understand why these authors are so enthusiastic about the garbage dump, or they didn't even think about it when writing it, so he just “borrowed” it?

“This is a pervasive, unexpected, abusive web fiction without the need to continue wasting time. ”

Li Yao bit his lip dead and warned himself with a sharp voice, "Don't look, there's no need to look any further, don't go on, don't go on, don't go on! ”