how to train your humans

Shutla is not just an ordinary mechanic, he is recognized in the industry as a very high-level, even top-notch mechanic, specializing in mecha casting—even his opponents must reluctantly admit this .

Although, it doesn’t make any difference to Shutla to be top-notch or ordinary…Maybe the top-notch will be worse, after all, as a top-notch master living in a small apartment of more than ten square meters, it seems to sound louder than an ordinary mechanic trying to squeeze an apartment awful.

Most people don't quite understand Shutra's choice. Every piece of his work can be sold at an auction house for a staggering price. Every patent of his can be sought after by countless manufacturers. Any theory can be written as a textbook and sent to the classroom. It stands to reason that he should be rich—if he didn't give away those results for free.

"Master Sutra is a man of noble character, he is my mentor in life and my male god!" The female student said this while wiping tears at the Thanksgiving party.

Yes, Shutola the Great Mechanic, Shutola the Mechsmith, the famous scientist Shutola, or even some unscrupulous people sarcastically called Shutla the "poor but kindhearted".He often gave some of his masterpieces to poor students who couldn't afford mechas, and he always used the money he earned from selling mechas to help them go to the best mecha academy or mechanical design school.This has indeed brought Shutola a reputation that everyone praises, but it is clear that the reputation cannot be spent as money.

So Shutla looked at the newly completed mecha with some regrets, if he had money, he could paint the mecha his preferred blue instead of white.

And the most important and most speechless point is that Shutla himself... seems to like money very much, and has a weird little habit: he likes to exchange deposits into gold coins and pile them up on the bed for fun.For this reason, his apprentices often try to contact their teacher with a psychiatrist to check whether they have schizophrenia.

He looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost time.Although Shutla couldn't afford a single-family house, but as a mechanic and mecha foundry, he had a huge warehouse (in the outskirts of the city, because the land here was very cheap), after all, he needed a place to create and Research, so Shutla bought this warehouse when he had the last bit of money, and piled up a lot of theoretical achievements, completed or unfinished mechs, and——

"My mana tracker! Oh, you are so beautiful!" Shutla looked at the semi-finished instrument in front of him like a lady, "Wait a minute, after the magician arrives, He'll erase your little blemishes and you'll be perfect!"

Shutla is a member of the Arcane Science Society. Unlike many hard-core scientists, the scientists in the Arcane Science Society believe that magic and science can be combined to make both parties more perfect.And most secular scientists (the guys in the academy are called it so contemptuously) are firmly on the opposite side of magic, believing that one of these two things represents an old tradition that cannot keep up with development, and the other represents a future that is bound to win.

"Short-sighted people. On this continent, magic has existed for far longer than science!" Shutla shook his head regretfully, and then his eyes became fanatic again, "The spellcaster will rush over, Use his magic skills to help you adjust the structure of the inner magic circle, forgive me, your master is not good at magic, so I left you with a little flaw, but don't worry, it will be fine soon!"

Slap... Slap...

"It's not that the old mechanical cleaner leaked electricity again, I obviously just repaired it." Shutla stood up in doubt, and turned his gaze to the corner where the strange sound was coming from.

No, that's not a leak!

Shutla became alert immediately, and quickly stuffed his work into a small defensive magic circle, and the two mechanical guards also turned on and stood by following his instructions.The energy value in that corner is increasing, Shutla looked at the display of the instrument with some astonishment, that kind of energy is very wonderful, neither belongs to the magic element energy of the caster, nor is it the energy generated by the machine, but a bit like...

"Thunder?" Shutla frowned, seriously doubting that the energy detection equipment was broken. In his mechanical warehouse, how could there be energy fluctuations during high-altitude thunder?Could it be that some boring druid invented a new teleportation spell?

Before he had time to hesitate, the energy of the thunder broke through the critical value in an instant, far exceeding the maximum energy that can be produced by natural thunder, and it is still rising!

"Oops!" Shutla didn't have time to react, all his mechanical products were blackened by the purple lightning that was flying around, and the electric current was rushing back and forth in the entire warehouse, Shutla didn't have time to rescue his works, He only had time to raise his hand and open his mouth to pronounce two ancient syllables. A magic protective shield opened beside him, preventing him from becoming a charred carbon stick being mourned by female students. Then he stood in the protective shield and watched him The works say goodbye to this world.

The center of the thunder light is already bright and dazzling white, while the periphery is flowing with a rich deep purple current, which looks magnificent and deadly, but Shutla was even more astonished to find that——

A figure appeared in the center of Lei Guang!

Boom—all the electrical appliances burst into flames, and the thunderball also exploded violently, and then disappeared suddenly, as if it never existed at all. If it wasn't for the scorched mechanical wreckage and flames everywhere, Shutla would have thought that he had just dozed off Dreaming.

The man was also fully in shape.

"who are you!?"

"who are you!?"

The two spoke at the same time, and were stunned at the same time.If they can understand each other's language, they will find that they have just asked the same sentence in an extremely tacit understanding.

— But obviously they couldn't understand what the other was saying.

"You... are the spellcaster? Did something go wrong with the teleportation spell?" Shutla didn't relax his vigilance, but he tried to take a step forward, "Are you the magician who made an appointment with me?"

Shutla just asked symbolically, because he can be sure that this person does not belong to the academy, even if it is possible that the perverted mage of the academy invented a new transmission method, but after all, no one in the academy has such a good taste in clothes... unique.

But it is undeniable that this is a very good-looking person, although the clothes are rather strange - the coat he is wearing looks a bit like the ancient wide-sleeved holy robes in the temple murals, but it is blue, and it seems to be very complicated, layer after layer. On the upper layer, there is also a long gauze woven streamer on his body, which is similar to the long yarn woven streamer that the elves like in the history books. His face is very young, and his long, soft white long hair is neatly braided with a ribbon and hangs down on his cheeks. The whole person is cool and beautiful, but he is a little thin, and the wide robe makes him look slimmer.

The reason why Shutla thinks this is a spellcaster is because of his stature and temperament, and the second is because the young man is pointing at him with a slender and long "short staff". The staff emits a blue light, It's very beautiful... Of course, if it wasn't for pointing at his own heart, Shutla would be more in the mood to appreciate it.

He suddenly understood something, smiled in relief, and said, "Where did you come from? I don't mean anything malicious, can you put away your beautiful staff? Obviously you suddenly appeared in my warehouse. Broken... Forget it, now it's like I'm the one who did the burglary, oh, you don't know the Common Language? You don't really understand what I'm saying, do you?"

The young intruder stood there, quietly looking sideways at Shutla, as if he didn't feel any threat from the mecha master, so he slowly took the glowing staff to an unknown place.He put his hands in his wide sleeves, looked at Shutla quietly, and said a word.

"What? I'm sorry I don't understand, but your voice is so nice, it seems that you really don't know the common language." Shutla smiled bitterly, "You don't mind if I clean the house, after all—"

The young man turned his head with his hand, and saw that there were still a few flames dancing on the wooden bookshelf in the corner, which was supposed to be the place where the mechanical figure slept.

He seemed to realize that he had caused some serious damage, and when he turned around, his eyes were not so guarded, but apologetic.

"It's okay, I'm afraid it was an accident." Shutla shrugged and said to himself, "But as you can see, I can't invite you to sit down and have a cup of tea now, if you don't mind, you can wait for me to clean up Good Warehouse Follow me to my apartment, it's small but at least it's not burnt."

After he finished speaking, he started to clean up a mess of ruins, and turned his head to stop it hastily, "No, no, there's no need, this will stain your clothes, I'll do it myself."

The young man turned his head to look at him suspiciously, obviously he didn't understand, but he understood what Shutla meant, before he could say anything, he suddenly heard a hasty knock on the door.

"It's only at this time..." Shutla couldn't help muttering, sighed and walked over to open the door. Sure enough, he saw a young mage wearing glasses standing excitedly at the door.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency! I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam in the city, I'm late..." The magician was so excited that he stuttered.

"Isn't there only one way, and don't you have learned flying skills?" Shutla sighed, "Or you didn't get a flight license at all?" The young magician showed a shameful expression, Shutla waved his hand weakly, "Thank you for coming, but I have more important things to deal with today, so I'm sorry that I can't entertain you."

"But, but your Yi..." Although he couldn't understand what Sutra was studying, it sounded very high-end.

Shutla showed a smile: "That, it is no longer needed, thank you."

After finally sending away the magician who was about to cry, Shutla straightened his posture and walked back into the house, but rushed over with a cry of surprise, and picked up the young man who was unconscious in a pile of ashes.

...He is so light that he looks like a legendary elf.

——*——*——*——

Qi Yang is a cultivator, to be precise, he is a sword cultivator who entered the Tao with martial arts. In the hundreds of years of practice, there is nothing special about Qi Yang, but there has been nothing wrong with it.After all, as an immortal cultivator, seeking to transcend the mundane world and see the way of heaven is a gamble against the sky, so it's better to be more stable.

Gambling, that's what his master told him. Everyone knows that to become an immortal will overcome the catastrophe, and the catastrophe is more deceptive, because its purpose is not to make you stronger, or to test you level of cultivation, it wants to hack you to death, making you beyond redemption.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation with withering prosperity, this is the order of the heavens, and those who cultivate truth intend to go against the sky, so they must pay the price.

Qiyang was very lucky. Ninety-nine and 81 Zixiao divine thunders were not bad, and all of them were finished. But he suddenly realized that there might be something wrong with his steady road of cultivating immortality-because he didn't feel the aura, but instead Feeling an eerie pull, a bit like someone grabbed him by the collar and threw him out.

After the Heavenly Tribulation is over, if you haven’t been smashed into scum that your own mother can’t recognize by that frenzied thunder robbery, it means that the way of heaven has acquiesced in your existence, and the aura falling along the sky thunder will temporarily tear the mortal world and the superior The time and space between the fairy worlds form a passage, and those who cross the tribulation only need to follow the guidance of the majestic spiritual energy to reach the fairy world.

In the past, Qi Yang had never heard of a strange case where the passage to break the boundary could not be opened after the catastrophe was over.

However, in the great world, there is always something that cannot be explained. Some things cannot be explained for a while, and Qi Yang will not worry about it, but what really troubles him is the injury left by the catastrophe.Crossing the catastrophe exhausted the spiritual power, and the meridians were full of scars. It stands to reason that the majestic spiritual power flowing from the upper realm would allow the cross-tribulation to recover and improve in a short time, but Qi Yang did not sense the spiritual power of the upper realm, so his Internal injuries...well, let's not mention it.

But Qiyang didn't realize at this time that this was just the beginning of everything.

When Lei Guang broke away from the attraction, he opened his eyes and saw a strange place and a strange person. This person seemed to have no malicious intentions. Qi Yang was 100% sure that this was not the world he had lived in for hundreds of years.

Mustard Seed Sumeru, there are three thousand worlds, the universe is so big, each has its own cave, the sun and the moon.

"I'm cultivating Qi Yang in the next sword, dare I ask if this place is in the fairy world?" Qi Yang asked, just out of politeness and a little luck, because he could see that the other party couldn't understand his words.And although Xianfan is different, it is impossible to understand each other's speech, right?

The man had a gentle smile on his face, and he looked a little different from the people in his own world, but it seemed that it was difficult to keep vigilant, and there was nothing around him that made him nervous, so Qi Yang kept holding back The breath suddenly relaxed, his eyes went dark, and he was seriously injured and unconscious for the first time in hundreds of years.

...Compared to falling into a strange world, it seems that this is not worth making a fuss about...Qi Yang's last bit of consciousness laughed at himself, and he didn't know anything.

The only thing I firmly believe in is that the way of heaven is impermanent but orderly, and there is no unreasonable result, so Qi Yang is not worried. He knows that this will not be just an unreasonable accident, and he is not even afraid of catastrophe. What else can he do? Scared myself.

Xianchang, you seem to be a little too optimistic, huh?