The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 33: The second night run

Obviously, Shen Yunbui's soft sound was learning from Jing Jiu.

　　 Jing Jiu said nothing. He knew that if he had said it, Shen Yunjian would definitely say that he had learned Liu Ci.

　　 To this day, he is still very annoyed that Liu Ci blocked the tribulation by the West Sea, and did not want to hear the name.

　　 His gaze fell on the pot of wine that Shen Yun was holding.

　　The jug is made of pottery made from old clay, which is most likely an antique.

　　The most important thing is that the molecules emitted from the wine in the jug have a certain flavor he is familiar with.

　　 is neither ale nor spirits made from barley. There is no peat, no sweetness of sugar cane, no star anise or cinnamon fragrance.

　　 is a very clear, clean and strong liquor.

　　 "Smell it? It seems that the logistics department has copied it well."

　　 Shen Yunbu looked at his expression, forgetting the fact that he was seriously injured, and said proudly: "I will give them credit."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "There is a small golden flower in Nanban, which is not in this world. The taste is slightly different."

　　 This is the wine that Nan Wang likes to drink.

　　 is also the wine he has drunk the most.

　　 "We can't ask the world to be as perfect as ourselves." Shen Yunbu opened the mud seal and took a sip, after a moment of aftertaste, he said: "After reading the novel you wrote, I wanted to copy it and summoned it. A technical research team has also troubled Li Chunyang several times."

　　The members of that group are most likely the senior technicians who are treasured by the major wineries of the Galaxy Alliance, and there may also be those wine tasting masters on the holiday planet.

　　 In a sense, Jing Jiu's study these days is the same way.

　　 Jing Jiu thought that the ancestor of Dao Yuan seemed to have said that True Man Chunyang liked to drink.

　　 It seems that this kind of wine already appeared in Nanban at that time.

　　Shen Yunbu handed the jug to him.

　　 Jing Jiu said, "No."

　　 Shen Yunbu didn't care, took two more sips, looked at him and said, "Don't you ask why I broke my arm?"

　　Jing Jiu thought he just broke his arm, what can I ask?

　　He is best at cutting, so I don't know how many people with broken arms have been seen for more than a thousand years, such as Xilai.

　　 "Well, a broken arm is really nothing. I have twelve sets of spare parts in the fleet. If I install a new one, I can upgrade the technology."

　　 Shen Yun buried a piece of the chicken leg, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it, saying: "It's just a bit expensive, and it's more troublesome during budget meetings, and it's going to fight and threaten people."

　　Jing Jiu has heard stories many times, knowing what he should be responsible for at this time, and without emotional fluctuations, he asked: "How expensive?"

　　 Shen Yunjian thought for a while, and said, "Seven newest warships?"

　　 Jing Jiu knows many things, but he still has no concept of resources and value. After thinking about it, I realized that it is really expensive.

　　 "Expensiveness is not a problem." Shen Yunbu looked at the chicken legs in his hand, suddenly felt that he had no appetite.

　　 Of course, his body’s need for food is a simulation program.

　　He threw the chicken legs under the cliff, bulging his cheeks and said, "The main reason is that the fight is quite boring."

　　 This time the Star Core Fleet conducted an exercise on the edge of the Sea of ​​Dark Matter. It was nominally to prepare for the future Starlink project, but it was actually to get the soldiers on the fleet to get used to this way of fighting. No one thought, or thought of but did not predict, that seventeen battleships were inexplicably attacked by the Sea of ​​Dark Matters.

　　 Twenty thousand soldiers turned into monsters and attacked his fleet.

　　 In a few simple words, it is an unimaginable disaster in reality.

　　 The chaos became more and more violent, and the fleet was seriously damaged. In order to prevent the storm from spreading to a larger area, Shen Yunbu had to personally take action, bringing hundreds of military powerhouses in combat armor in space. In fighting those monsters, the final price paid was the fall of more than a hundred strong men and one of his arms.

　　The arm can indeed be repaired, just like any part of his body. The problem is that this kind of damage did happen, in his spiritual world.

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　　 The peaks of the 857 planet are concentrated near the equator.

　　 This mountain is very high. The edge of the cliff where Jing Jiu and Shen Yunbu sit is about seven kilometers from the ground.

　　米 is the standard distance measurement unit of the Galaxy Alliance.

No one knows why 　　 is called Mi.

　　People who know may have long since disappeared in the long river of history.

　　 The chicken leg left Shen Yun's slender and good-looking fingers and passed through the cold air. It took a long time before it fell to the ground with a light pop.

　　 The gravity of this planet is weaker than that of the host star.

　　 More than 7,000 meters apart, you can still hear the sound of a chicken leg landing. That's because Jing Jiu and Shen Yunbu are the strongest human beings.

　　If they can still be counted as humans.

　　 "If... this planet still has spores to keep alive... How long do you think this chicken leg will become a monster?"

　　Shen Yunbui suddenly asked a very strange and even absurd question.

　　Jingjiu’s lessons these days are not in vain, knowing that the so-called infection is not only for living organisms, more accurately it should be organic matter, and said: “Spores exist in the form of small flora in most states, and one living is They are all alive, the number ranges from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and it only takes two hours at the fastest."

　　 "That's good, so I often think about it. Fortunately, the speed of infection is fast enough. Otherwise, according to human morality, there will be many tragedies."

　　 After Shen Yunbu said this, he looked at the stars in the night sky with no expression on his face, as if he felt that many things were very boring.

　　 This sentence is easy to understand. For example, when a daughter is infected, the family can only watch her turn into a monster. She herself knows that death, even more terrible ending than death, is waiting for her. She will be mentally broken, go crazy, will crawl from the third floor along the data cable to the ground, wearing pajamas in the street yelling, crying, and laughing. Of course, it is also possible that before she had time to do anything, her brother cut her throat with a western knife, and then the police car and medical car broke through the air. The brother raised his hands and shouted for his innocence and bravery. Winking winks for parents to prove their claims.

　　 Jing Jiu understands but does not care too much, because such things happen at every moment in the life group, but because some sudden events cause the frequency of occurrence to be too dense, which attracts more attention, and then It has become an ethical, moral and even social issue worth discussing.

　　 Shen Yunbu said: "I like to talk to you, because you know what I mean, unlike those people who have to talk too much nonsense, and in the end I still talk to the duck."

　　 Jing Jiu hummed.

　　 Shen Yunbu thought of his own voice at the beginning of today's conversation, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　 In the sound of laughter, he left the edge of the cliff and flew towards the night sky, dragging out a blue light, which contained strong, substantive energy fluctuations.

　　Jingjiu has the final say, and thinks that it should be an ultrafine nuclear power furnace.

　　 "Go back and rest, tomorrow I will take you to see someone and some stars."

　　 The blue light flew out of the atmosphere, toward a battleship.

　　 Shen Yunbu's voice still echoed between heaven and earth.

　　 The sound wave generated by the vibration of a sound object needs a medium to propagate. His sound can penetrate a vacuum, and there must be some kind of particles in the vacuum, or this sound wave is alienated into another form.

　　 There are many problems that need to be solved, such as this and others.

　　 Many questions may not be answered until the end, so some people think that there is no reason for such things in the universe.

　　 Jing Jiu does not accept this view.

　　 His Tao does not accept this kind of nihilism.

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　　 Early the next morning, it was still too late.

　　Of course, there is not much difference between the day and night of planet 857~IndoMTL.com~ It is difficult to clearly see the moment of dawn.

　　Jingjiu didn't wait for Huaxi, so he made an iron pot of tea by himself. It was not strong but it was in line with his taste. It was perfect and far better than Gu Qing.

　　 After drinking half a cup of tea, he walked out of the room and saw Shen Yun leaning against the wall arm, his left arm had been restored as before.

　　Jingjiu took a look and confirmed that the mechanical structure, micro-induction, and material strength of the new arm were the same as before. It seemed that the time was too short for it to be modified.

　　 The real powerhouse is not whether he will look back at the explosion, but whether he needs to sleep or not.

　　Neither he nor Shen Yunbu need to sleep. The experts and scholars in the research institute are also monsters, and they rarely sleep.

　　 Accompanied by a soft beep and permission confirmation, they walked into the research institute and saw brightly lit laboratories and scholars whose foreheads were brighter than lights.

Professor 　　long's forehead was also very bright, Jing Jiu didn't even look at him, and followed Shen Yunbu into the conference room.

　　 Someone is already waiting for them in the conference room.

　　 That is a middle-aged professor, his eyes are calm, like a spring breeze, so sweet to see.

　　 But if you look more closely, you will find some special places.

　　 This middle-aged professor has obviously suffered a serious injury recently. The smell of psychoactive drugs and genetically modified materials is very pungent, more pungent than the smell of alcohol on Huaxi's body.

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I didn't expect to meet so early, Mr. Zeng."