Master, what path do you cultivate?

The young man in black was stroking his goatee. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he looked like a fairy overall. Opposite him was a sloppy old man in a gray coat who was drinking.

The place where the two are located is like a combination of a computer room and an operating room. There are network cable screens and a blood-stained operating table, and there are several dormant cabins piled up not far away.

The youth in black lowered his head and asked:

"The methods of technological cultivation have been created, and you really decided to give up?"

The sloppy uncle's voice was quite disappointed:

"So what if it was created? Didn't it still cause this disaster. Besides, those who have been endowed with the method of scientific cultivation, aren't they all destroyed? If they practice without cultivating their minds, they will perish sooner or later. There may really be no shortcuts for cultivation."

After the sloppy uncle finished speaking, he took a few more sips of wine, and the young man in black took two sips from the jug, comforting him:

"Anyway, you have tried it, and not everyone can get the Tao, at least your universal heart can be called the four characters of Taoism."

"I'm fine, but it's just a failure. Don't you regret giving up the chance to try Tianmen Shengxian in order to help me choose to stay?"

The youth in black shrugged:

"The way of heaven is selfless, as it should be."

After speaking, he saw that there were still several dormant chambers in the laboratory, and raised his finger to ask:

"Do you still want to try again?"

The sloppy uncle shook his head and said:

"The failed products created before were all self-destructed. I wanted to try with corpses that had no subject consciousness. But without subject consciousness, it was impossible to wake up with only the memory, so those works were considered failures before they even started. .”

The youth in black suggested:

"Why don't you put my spiritual consciousness in it and try?"

"Even if the body of a mortal is modified, it is impossible to withstand the divine consciousness. Besides, it is cheating, and it is not considered to have truly achieved technological cultivation."

boom--

While the two were chatting, another explosion sounded not far away.

The young man in black drank the wine, got up and said:

"It's really fast, I'm going to send them away, can your broken place hold up?"

The sloppy uncle sat on the ground and still didn't get up:

"I have my own way to keep this place, but I haven't researched the real scientific and technological achievements, so it doesn't matter if I keep it or not."

The young man in black didn't speak any more, he flew out with a single kick, and several blue thunders beside him went away with him.

Click——

A loud thunder sounded from the window, and Ji Qinglin woke up from his sleep. At this time, it was raining heavily outside the grocery store, and the sound of lightning and thunder intersected.

Ji Qinglin let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Vague dreams, blurred scenes, broken conversations.

I don't know if it's because he has been investigating the reason for his resurrection that caused some hysteria, Ji Qinglin occasionally has this kind of strange dream.

Maybe it's just a guess about the result in my brain, or maybe it's the pursuit of memory, but if it's a memory, from what perspective do I see those pictures?

From the moment he untied the comprehension phone on his body, Ji Qinglin became more and more convinced that this vague dream had something to do with his waking up.

Are you an experimental product of technological cultivation? If that's the case, as I heard, how can a dead body that has lost its subject self-consciousness be resurrected?

Every time his thoughts gather here, Ji Qinglin feels some palpitations and inexplicable panic, unable to continue thinking. And this time the feeling of panic is particularly strong, obviously because the dream this time is clearer than before.

Could it be because of the fairy bone?

The feeling was too uncomfortable, Ji Qinglin didn't think about it anymore, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face to calm down, and when he returned to the room, he stopped by the next door to look at Yu Ye who was sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room.

The little guy didn't mean to be awakened by the thunder, maybe it was because he was too tired from practicing these days, and he was sleeping on his back at this time, which was quite presumptuous.

Ji Qinglin raised his hand to cover Yu Ye with the quilt, and was just about to leave, but was surprised to find that the inexplicable palpitations and fears had disappeared at this time. Ji Qinglin, who had experienced it many times before, was sure that it was not a psychological effect, but a real physical change.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Qinglin did not wake Yu Ye up, but pushed Yu Ye in who was covered with the quilt, and lay down on the edge of the sofa bed himself.

Although Yu Ye slept soundly, she was still awakened by the movement, and when she opened her eyes, she found that Master Ji Qinglin was lying down next to her in her pajamas. Yu Ye didn't scream, but said in a low voice:

"Master!? What about you?"

Ji Qinglin didn't open his eyes, and said calmly:

"Sleep next to you, don't you mind?"

"Uh, I don't mind."

Yu Ye said that she was wrapped in a small quilt and slipped in again, leaving an extra space for Ji Qinglin, but Ji Qinglin didn't mean to cross the line, she just closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Although she didn't know what Master was doing, it was a rare opportunity to observe Master at such a close distance. Yu Ye didn't fall asleep in a hurry, but looked sideways at Ji Qinglin who was close at hand.

It was thundering and raining outside, but the master was breathing evenly, his tall and straight chest muscles were rising and falling, his chin, nose bridge, and eye sockets were all clearly outlined, and his slightly wrinkled brows were slightly relaxed at this moment. I don't know what troublesome things he was thinking just now.

eyelash

Before finishing observing, Ji Qinglin opened his eyes and looked towards this side:

"Go to bed early, I will teach you exercises tomorrow."

Yu Ye had no choice but to lie back obediently.

"knew."

Just when Ji Qinglin was about to fall asleep calmly, Yu Ye beside him couldn't hold back and whispered curiously:

"Master, you are not afraid of thunder, are you?"

"sleep!"

—————

Although there was no strong wind, the dense raindrops still bathed the whole city in heavy rain.

Except for the bright red lights of those singing and dancing every night, most of the residential areas in the early morning of the rainy night have already returned to silence.

Apart from--

In Leiming Villa, the last wing room that entered the yard was still lit.

Every thunderstorm night, no one is left in the backyard of Leiming Villa, this is the rule set by the owner of the villa.

President Lei Qiong of the Xindong Street Chamber of Commerce was practicing his kung fu in the room while staring at the crystal objects on the table. At the same time, thunderstorms followed and fell around the villa.

But before finishing the last set of exercises, President Lei Ming suddenly paused, then quickly raised his hand to put away the objects on the table, turned his head to look at the dark corner of the backyard, and said cautiously:

"Since you're here, you don't have to hide."

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow flew straight into the room.

Looking at the thin body and wearing night clothes, although the person has entered the house, there is not a drop of rain behind him.

"Hand over the immortal body."

The voice was like dead leaves in the forest, and it sounded like an old man.

Lei Qiong had never told anyone about possessing the remains of a fairy, and this person was rushing in when he failed to get back his work, obviously coming prepared, he couldn't help but clenched the crystal object in his hand.

"How did you know that?"

The other party didn't respond to such clichés at all, and rushed over with strides. Lei Qiong greeted him with purple thunders on his arms.

Bang——

There was a loud bang, and with thunder and lightning, all the doors and windows of the wing rooms in the backyard were shattered, and a huge hole was punched out of the rain curtain in the courtyard.

The old man in the night clothes was sent flying and hit the wall, Lei Qiong strode out with more lightning in his arms.

"Take the body, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

The old man still didn't answer, jumped high on the ground, then kicked in the air, followed by a dive towards Lei Qiong, followed him down, and the thunderstorm behind him.

Click——

In the torrential rain in Bangkok, several thunderbolts struck again.

Try sending it out early today, everyone can eat it with confidence, old readers know, I will not dig holes for the young author, it is better to leave a little suspense about the protagonist's life experience (there will be a reversal later). Well, the plot has officially started to make troubles! President: md! The matter is actually myself.