Master, what path do you cultivate?

On the way back from Beixin District, Yu Ye resolutely gave up being a driver again, and sat obediently in the back row with her arms around Master's waist

In order to give Yu Ye a quiet environment to familiarize herself with those high-level exercises first, Ji Qinglin asked her to familiarize herself with them upstairs, and sat in the shop by herself.

However, Ji Qinglin's mind was also not in the store, but looking back and forth at the glass box in his hand.

It's tempered glass, that's right, the black powder inside looks very uniform, it doesn't look like something is broken, and there is no sign of hardening or agglomeration.

Even if you put it in front of your eyes and use your spiritual sense to visualize, you can't see what the black powder in the box is up to.

Since there are "Tao Heart forever" and the mobile phone logo printed on it, it must be related to the things in my body, but now I can't find any relationship, this thing is still closed, if I want to pour out the things inside, I can only shattered.

in case something dangerous

Thinking of this, Ji Qinglin recalled the reminder of the last time he used the Qihai cloud disk. This cultivating mobile phone should not kill people, or strictly speaking, if it does not kill people who belong to the same old era, then there should be no danger in opening it by yourself.

It's just that it would be embarrassing if this thing needs to be used with a glass box. No, if that's the case, stronger materials can be used. Isn't tempered glass used to prevent people from being hurt when it is smashed?

Damn, I thought too much, if I can't break it, I can't stand it. The purpose of making this glass box may be to drop it.

However, Ji Qinglin put the glass box on the operating table for safety reasons, erected baffles around it to prevent the black powder from flowing out, opened the Beidou map, and prepared to avoid any possible risks. Finally, he took out a hammer and pointed towards the The glass box is just that.

咵——

After knocking, he immediately jumped away. As he guessed, the tempered glass box shattered instantly, and the black powder inside spread out on the operating table, but the strange thing was that the black powder did not spray around.

With such a close-range blow, under the illumination of the console lights, Ji Qinglin found that there was not even flying smoke and dust, as if it was filled with a puddle of black mud.

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to take a closer look, a pop-up window appeared on his spiritual consciousness interface.

Identifying your weapon.

arms? Is this handful of black powder a weapon? Do you throw each other in the face during a fight?

It was getting more and more outrageous, and after hesitating for a while, Ji Qinglin still chose to continue waiting, thinking that he wanted to see what you were.

Sure enough, as the spiritual vision showed "recognition completed", the black powder on the table quickly gathered, and all the broken tempered glass mixed in it was pushed away, as if it was a live powder.

After so long in a closed glass box, is this thing still alive?

Ji Qinglin took a closer look and found that the black powder was not loose, and there were swaying black filaments on it when they were condensed together. It looked like a small piece of black grass growing on the workbench.

Is this a box of leeks?

Brush——

Just as he was thinking about it, the "black grass" on the table immediately floated, and the black powder quickly recombined, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into a strong but simple black stick.

"Hiss, this is."

wand? It doesn't seem to be so long, otherwise Harry Potter would be a swordsman.

Recalling the changes in this thing, Ji Qinglin suddenly remembered that he had seen something similar at the Cultivation Science and Technology Exhibition.

Although the scientific and technological achievements seen at that time were far less exaggerated than the "black grass" on the table, which could be changed flexibly and quickly with just one idea, the way of this change is indeed only that thing can do.

Nanobots!

Ji Qinglin came to the operating table with wide-eyed eyes, and picked up the black stick made of nano-robots. It was impossible to tell from the outside that it was made of nano-robots. There was a line of inscriptions on the surface of the black stick:

Ink attack: like a sword without a front, ink is not an attack.

Mo Gong? This thing actually has a name, which looks like a personalized signature left by the creator of these nanobots.

With the operation experience just now, Ji Qinglin tried to continue to change the arrangement of these nano-robots with his consciousness, so as to create new things.

Holding the black stick in his hand, he imagined a long sword directly in his mind, and Mo Gong quickly reorganized in his hand, just like a large pile of black dust smaller than sand grains changing in his hand, turning into a black sword in a blink of an eye. A sharp sword with a small logo of "Ink Gong" printed on the body of the sword.

Looking at the sharp blade in his hand, Ji Qinglin thought that the creator of this thing must be a master.

As another thought formed, the ink attack in his hand quickly wrapped around his right arm as if it had melted, and it looked like he had embroidered a tattoo.

The technical potential of nanotechnology, morphological change is only the most direct use, and the trauma repair of nanorobots in the medical field is the most distinctive. In other words, open wounds can be filled and sealed with nanorobots to stop bleeding first.

Of course, it is also theoretically feasible to use the reverse. Using nano-robots to destroy the opponent's prosthetic nerves can win without fighting to the final stage. Thinking like this is a bit like poisoning.

Now that nano-robots can be controlled remotely, can the so-called Yu Jian also be explored? What if it turned into a gun? Wouldn't the structure be more complicated?

Discovering that this box of "hand-ground coffee" was actually a nano-robot named Mo Gong, Ji Qinglin had many bold ideas in his mind, but these definitely still need to be verified.

In this process, I have a little more admiration for the creator of the Taoism mobile phone. Even this kind of thing can be made. Nano-robots that are not directly connected through consciousness control look like imperial objects and transformations in cultivation. shape.

Can this thing be attached to Yu Ye's body to help her catch her by surprise in the cultivation competition, but if that is the case, should it be hidden on her body?

quack--

As he was thinking about it, the coal boss suddenly flew down from the second floor, and made two bursts of urgent calls that would only be made in a situation.

"Yu Ye?"

But there was no reply on the second floor of the shop, only the sound of something breaking.

Ji Qinglin rushed up to the second floor full of doubts, and found Yu Ye's graceful body leaning against the sofa, her whole body was still trembling, the thin shirt on her body was soaked in sweat and stuck to her body, the "weakness of the human body" was vaguely visible, and she lowered her head I couldn't see his expression clearly, but he was breathing heavily.

"Ugh."

"Yu Ye?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Ye suddenly raised her head, and a few more beads of sweat slid from her delicate cheeks. The spring and heroism in the charming almond eyes in the past were also replaced by hostility.

"Yu Ye You"

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Ye stomped her back and came to Ji Qinglin in a cloud step, and slashed at her master's face.

"On the Application of Nanotechnology in the Field of Cultivation" - Mozi (The new chapter has been reviewed, please wait)