Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao shook his hands and smelled the wind and even turned into a grey mist. He blew the cool breeze of the early summer evening and pondered his own affairs.

Once the breeze blew, he was not so drunk, the boss and Zhao Kai, Yu Xin's words echoed back in his ear.

Looks like there's not only one person as confused as him, maybe the vast majority of the world wanders between dreams and reality, turning the other way around and begging for it?

Besides, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a captain of an aircraft carrier or a giant ocean ship, and I wanted to be a gymnast or an artist. These were all “dreams," and I just read a few novels, and had some nightmares about the Dragon, and it was a nightmare all day long, and I couldn't stand my soul —— what kind of dream is this?

Li Yao has heard a phrase from somewhere, "The so-called dream is just an excuse to escape reality”. Think carefully, it doesn't make any sense, at least it's very suitable for you.

Around, I fled from growing up, from society, from work, from hard and boring lives, so I got into a world of novels and fantasies, couldn't I pull it out?

Fake, fake, those are fake!

Li Yao hit a huge burp and only felt his voice on fire. It hurt hot and spicy.

Kind of want to throw up, throw up the confusion of the last few days and the dreams that haunt me all the time, never bother him again.

This area was originally a suburb of Jiangnan City. Since some universities in the city moved here and formed the university city, it has also spontaneously formed quite lively neighborhoods, a thousand lights, some popularity.

On the other side of the wide road, a new development zone is being built, and a 10-lane elevation leads directly to the city. From time to time, the roar of engines is heard, and those springing past the sports cars remind Li Yao with a bright light, what is illusion and what is reality.

“Beat, beat, beat your monster to death! ”

“I won. Oh, oh, oh! ”

There are several children playing on the side of the road.

They were wearing monsters and superheroes and robot masks, armed with glowing toy swords, playing ancient and never tired war games, laughing and dancing.

One of the children, playing back, accidentally hit Li Yao, shouted, took off his mask and threw up his tongue at Li Yao.

Not too far away, in restaurants, grocery stores and small shops, came a few shouts from women, all of whom were frightened and ran towards their doorsteps.

Restaurants and small shops are mostly run by nearby residents. They are both shops and their own homes. After school, the children in the family move their tables and chairs outside to write their homework while the weather is too hot. In fact, it is only convenient to play with small partners - even when Li Yiu Yiu remembers his childhood.

His eyes fell on a textbook that a child had opened and he couldn't help but laugh.

Originally painted by an ancient great poet or politician, the textbook was painted with a ballpoint pen by the child and turned into a one-eyed dragon warrior with a helmet armor - not just armor, but a shoulder-borne magnet, flashing with light all around him, flaming behind him, somewhat similar to the crystal in Li Yiu's dreams, like a cosmic pirate who scolded the stars.

Li Yao remembered that he seemed to have done something similar when he was a kid. All the ancient celebrities in the textbook never let go of it. He painted it all messy. No one was ghostly.

Want to come, Yu Xin, Zhao Kai even Zhou Ping, right?

It was an impulse that could not be described with ink, bored, subconsciously applied, often without even realizing it, and the textbook became a picture book.

And they don't know if they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming, they're dreaming of hundreds of millions

And I don't know what these kids are dreaming about right now, being scientists, being artists, being adventurers, being captains of aircraft carriers, or more exaggerated -- being superheroes of the universe?

I don't know, when these kids grow up to be Li Yao, Yu Xin, Zhao Kai and Zhou Ping, will they still remember the joy of being a hero today, be a scientist and adventurer, or ignore all the courage to realize their dreams?

Li Yao sighed and suddenly felt a little upset.

“Useless, impossible to beat. ”

He muttered to himself, “Face it, give it up. It's too powerful. It's too powerful. No one can beat it. Give it up! ”

Li Yao doesn't even know what he's talking about. Perhaps people who drink are talking nonsense.

He held onto the railing on the side of the road and walked forward, touching his cell phone.

Touch the icon of the book software, hesitate for a moment, or delete "Forty Thousand Years of Fixing" to include the entire software.

It doesn't work. Give it up. Nobody can beat it.

Dreams are fake. Reality is real. Everyone has to live in reality and never get away with it, right?

Man is the little ant that lives on Earth, and it's never going to fly between the stars, is it?

Chasing fantasy dreams doesn't help anything, does it?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir?

But...

Why are you still a little unhappy? I always feel like I've lost something. Something important is important. I vow to use all my strength to defend and pursue something.

The five dirty hearts and the deep brain are empty, something withers away, you are no longer the real you, you are just walking with the corpse of your own body.

“Boom! Boom! ”

At this point, Li Yao heard a few thunderstorming engine sounds behind him, a luxury sports car with super horsepower.

In front of him, a child chased a bouncing leather ball and rushed to the street.

Li Yao's pupils suddenly contracted and his intravascular booming alcohol system burned, blasting unparalleled energy into every brain cell, turning all his brain cells into computationally powerful supercomputers!

Even without turning back, he can instantly hear more than a hundred different engines —— all the cars driving down the street in the front and back thousands of meters.

He can even analyze each car's brand and their performance parameters and status based on the strength and rhythm of the engine sound, as well as where they were in the last second and the next second, the last minute and the next minute.

The chaos caused by the leatherball bounce, the child's running line, and even the trajectory of every leaf that the breeze hangs, within 100 meters of each other, all the details are in his grasp.

Li Yao didn't think at all, everything was as natural as breathing and heartbeat.

When his legs rushed out, like an arrow off a string, he didn't feel a little drunk, he just felt that every bunch of muscles and every bone in his body had become a precision mechanical part, a tight thread, a perfect bite, and there was nothing exciting about it, but it had to be done —— the so-called probe, that's all.

He even deliberately lowered his head, paying close attention to the angle at which the whole face was exposed, and at first he didn't realize why he was doing it, but soon realized --

He's dodging surveillance probes near street lights and red and green lights.

He seemed naturally to know how many surveillance cameras were in the vicinity, and even when he was most drunk, he intentionally avoided revealing his face to the surveillance cameras.

He has an ordinary body, a mediocre face, and no distinction whatsoever in dressing. Looking at the university campus, he can find three or five hundred college boys dressed like him in a minute. This is not an intentional act, but an innate habit.

“Boom!”

Li Yao just dropped the child on the ground as the Grand Mall luxury sports car whistled by his side. Luckily.

The child was not injured, but was scared to death and could not speak for half a day.

Instead, Li Yao was scratched by a raging airflow, which was not very stable when he landed. His elbows were rubbed hard and his blood drained.

All of a sudden, no one noticed the electro-optical fire.

The sports car driver should have noticed - although it was wrong for the child to run out of nowhere, he was at least 50 per cent faster than the speed limit.

However, the red-hot sports car slowed down only slightly, and when the two of them were all right, they made another deafening noise.

Not far ahead is the ramp of the viaduct, which is a dozen kilometers of unobstructed access to the bridge, because not long after it was repaired, there were not many vehicles to and from at night, it became a racetrack for many people - Li Yao was haunted by the noise on the viaduct day and night, and he knew the fame of these people long ago.

His heart burst into flames and suddenly burst open.

I don't know if it's anger or excitement, maybe both, but the unknown excitement is stronger, and it sounds like thunder, like gunfire, and a shell hits his heart, awakening that long-sleeping existence.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Li Yao's eyeballs shine sharply and everything surrounds him.

Within a kilometre radius, there are 47 surveillance probes mounted on street lights and red and green lamps, in addition to which one hundred and thirty-two merchants may install their own private surveillance probes.

In the past minute, a total of one hundred and sixty-six cars have stepped onto the ramp, of which nineteen have been retrofitted, at this point in time, to do whatever it takes.

The noodle salon, which is 3,700 meters ahead, is run by a couple from Shanbei Province. Most taxi drivers in Jiangnan City are from Shanbei Province, so every night, there are a lot of old town gatherings. Naturally, there are always several taxis parked on the side of the road.

Well, there's only one question left.

Li Yao looked at the child in his arms.

The little guy was only six or seven years old and lost his soul. Naturally, it was impossible to remember his face.

Li Yao smiled silently when he saw the robot mask hanging around the little guy's neck.