Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Above is Zhang Daniu's balcony window, only one step away from the writing desk where he works. Within five seconds, he takes the computer silently and without interest, finds a place to copy all the documents inside, and then puts the computer back silently. God knows nothing, no one will notice anything abnormal.

Then Li Yao can slowly retrieve these documents, find the outline of "Forty Thousand Years of Fixing," find out the truth about the vulture program, and hide the mystery behind "Earth," maybe unlock the more powerful “superpowers," or, according to the book, “divine powers”!

However, when Li Yao was about to go up, his surrounding muscles suddenly tightened.

No, it's not.

His pupils suddenly contracted into two needle tips, revealing a vigilant light.

He heard a heartbeat.

An unusually rushed heartbeat, more than 200 beats per minute, coming from Zhang Daniu's bedroom, like a fierce drum of war, like a raging engine, in the midnight of silence, don't mention how clear.

That's impossible.

Although alcohol stimulates the body's heart beat and accelerates blood circulation, it is also not possible to maintain a heartbeat of 200 beats per minute for long periods of time - a phenomenon that is the result of intense, overloaded exercise!

Li Yao was sure that when he left, Zhang Daniu had already been lying in bed snoring and sleeping. His heart beat slightly faster, but he was still within normal range. There was never such a strange phenomenon.

Moreover, in addition to the heartbeat, Li Yao also heard a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, coming from above the heartbeat, which should be Zhang Dabull's head - as if the author's head was filled with intricate gears, which were being moved by mysterious forces and were moving fast to the limit!

“No alcohol poisoning? ”

Li Yaoxin was so tight, it would be too bad if an innocent man was poisoned with alcohol because of himself.

“Ding, ding! Ding!”

At this time, Li Yao heard a very strange noise coming from inside the house, as if a coin kept falling to the ground.

“Is he awake? ”

Li Yao couldn't help but curiosity, picking up the edge of the window and risking half his head to look into the house.

Zhang Daniu did wake up, sitting on the edge of the bed, bowing his waist and looking up to the ground.

But his expression didn't look like waking up —— deep recesses in his eyes, as if he'd been recessed all the way into his brain, his nostrils dilated exaggerated, his breathing was abnormally rushed, his face hung with a mysterious and unpredictable laugh, like falling into an invisible demon cave, his mouth still chirping, and he didn't know what to say.

There was an open piggy bank on the nightstand with a coin in his hand, twisting a coin with his fingers, first bouncing high, then falling to the ground, then lowering his head and looking at the exact opposite of those coins.

Li Yao stared at his lips for half a day and finally distinguished it. Turns out he was muttering: “Why can't you just stand up? That's weird! ”

Bullshit.

Li Yaoxin said, "It's either flowers or words, how can you stand up?"

Sometimes, a coin is thrown out.

Zhang Daniu's hands were empty, staring at his hollow eyes for half a day, suddenly picked up a coin, put it on the nightstand, and stood up carefully.

Looking at the standing coin, he finally laughed with satisfaction and then pounced over to the writing desk, his hands shaking and turning on the computer.

He crooked his head, stared at the computer for a long time, and his eyes and mouth gave off nervous twitches from time to time, and his appearance was appalling.

“What the hell is he doing? ”

Master Li Yao couldn't touch his head. “Is he drunk or not drunk, asleep or awake, or... sleepwalking? ”

Yes, Li Yao had a lightning bolt in his head. The other party was indeed sleepwalking. All this was an unconscious reflex of conditions.

“Squeak--”

This thought just came to mind, Li Yao “heard” Zhang Daniu's brain a very sharp hissing, like infrasound or ultrasound waves, normal human ears can not hear, but it can cause strong irritation to the brain nerves, so that Li Yao almost didn't fall directly from the balcony on the fifth floor.

Next, Zhang Daniu's hand moved.

Where he seems to be drunk or sleepwalking, he is a very efficient typing machine. At first, the typing sounds or “da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-d

And his fingers, not like human fingers at all, but like bullets fired by machine guns, ravaged poor keyboards.

The dark night, the dusk lights, the weird smile, the weird writer, in the sleepwalking state, banging on the computer, and there was a gecko-like psychic hanging out the window - even Li Yao didn't know what was going on, this scene like the opening of a horror movie.

And the scariest thing is...

Li Yiu, looking over from his perspective, could see the computer screen of Zhang Daniu. He found that the author did not knock on the keyboard randomly, but really struck a coherent, logical and meaningful text. He also glanced at keywords such as "Li Yiu, Ancient Sanctuary, Dragonsnake Star Domain”.

This is the latest chapter of "40,000 Years of Fixing," “Fixing Li Yao" finally returns to the Federation with the glory of the ancient Saints 11, ready for the final battle between the Federation and the Empire - the Black Wind Fleet!

Li Yaoyuan shouted a little louder.

How is that possible?

It's not a question of whether the author can type in a drunk or sleepwalking state, it's a question of how fast he can type.

You know, nationally certified typists can handle about two or three hundred word typing tasks per minute, and if they are professionally trained, experienced, advanced typists, they can handle up to three or five hundred words, or 10,000 to 15,000 words per hour.

But that's what happens once in a while when you're familiar with the transcript, and even with some quick recording skills, it's never going to last.

And an author, to conceive of words, plots, and writing methods in his brain, has to be consistent, logical and smooth, at least without major contradictions, it is not possible to write so fast. Even by the standards of online writers, the writing speed of 2,000 words per hour is the limit. Although some say that 6,000 words and 8,000 words have been written per hour, it is a delicate outline, inspirational, competitive state is particularly good, very rare phenomenon.

Zhang Daniu's “hand speed” now clearly exceeds 6,000 to 8,000 words per hour, and even exceeds the rate at which senior typists enter more than 10,000 words per hour.

Li Yao didn't know how fast he was going. He just thought his hands were really as written in the novel, “turning into a grey mist”, and even the text on the screen couldn't keep up with his speed, dragging out the shadow of a road.

Moreover, Li Yao noticed that his eyes were always staring at the screen without distracting himself from the keyboard or seeing any electronic or notebook drafts and outlines.

So, he was suddenly in the middle of nowhere writing at least 10,000 words in less than half an hour without a draft?

Is it true that normal humans can do this?

Li Yao doubted whether he was blind.

It's not surprising, however, to think that I had a muscle burst in the dorm yesterday and tore a dumbbell slice in half.

This is a world where superpowers really exist.

Is Zhang Daniu, like himself, actually a psychic, except that his psychic ability is to write a novel at an incredible speed without consciousness, like... “Code Man”?

“Well, the Great Thousand Worlds, no wonder, since Forty Thousand Years of Fixing can inspire the superpowers of the reader, what's so strange about inspiring the superpowers of the author himself? ”

Li Yao spoke to himself.

He had come to steal Da Niu's computer, but accidentally discovered such a strange phenomenon, but he was in no hurry.

First, Zhang Daniu was always sitting in front of the computer, like he was in a madman. Li Yao was not sure if he would take his computer at this time and turn him into a horrible bomb.

Second, Li Yao knew that people in a sleepwalking state could not be frightened. If they suddenly woke each other up, they would most likely hurt each other's soul.

Li Yao can only bear to curl out the window, waiting for the author to finish.

But after waiting two hours in a row, Zhang Daniu's speed still showed no signs of slowing down, and the laptop was about to be smoked by him.

That explains a question - Zhang Daniu once said that his computer often broke down and sent it to repair several times, each time it was repaired and broken.

Bullshit, to ravage the keyboard at this intensity, maybe in addition to crazy typing, there are infrasound and ultrasound and other strange ripple interference, can the computer not be bad?

Fortunately, this is the middle of the night, nobody passes in the neighborhood, otherwise Li Yao hangs out the window for so long, people will definitely find out.

Forgive me, he also hung his arms soft, empty, five dirty six hearts rubbing together.

“Bad!”

When the first Venus appeared in front of him, Li Yaoxinsheng cautioned, and he found himself a little weak.

Even the psychic has to follow the law of energy conservation. His body has changed dramatically over the past few days, and every strand of cells has to be fortified at the expense of eating a lot of nutrients. He now eats more than ten meals a day.

Dinner with the author last night, although a large pot full of bones was ordered, usually two or three strong men can eat satisfactorily, but for Li Yao's stomach like a bottomless hole, it is not enough.

At that time, Li Yao couldn't have been so horrified by the thirty and fifty pots of meat in one breath. After that, he thought that he could solve the task in five minutes. He didn't expect to supplement the nutrition in advance. At this moment, his stomach was like thunder, and he was instantly hungry.