C Language Cultivation

"You're right in saying this." Just listen to Wang Safety to Old Huo.

Lin Xun: "?"

As soon as Wang Safety's voice fell, Zhao Jianke opened his mouth again: "Our Lin Xun's algorithmic talent is very high, and of course his roots are excellent."

His Chinese level is indeed very high, and he can understand the meaning of "excellent root".

After Zhao Jianjie finished his speech, Wang Jianjing continued to say: "He does have qi in his body, and he is angry with lions recently."

The two men sang one harmony, almost like talking crosstalk. However, Lin Xun knew that Old Huo definitely didn't mean that.

This must be related to the crawler program in the old man Huo. If there is a program running in the old man Huo, then he must not be an ordinary old man.

I saw that Old Huo's beard must be raised, his eyes were severe, and he stared at Wang Jianjing and Zhao Jianzhi: "Ignorant boy! Nonsense!"

Then he waved to Lin Xun and slowed his tone: "Xiao Lin, come here."

Lin Xun walked to the old man.

I saw old Huo carrying his hands on his back, and then looked at him carefully from head to toe, smashing his beard and saying, "It really is a genius hard to come by in a century..."

Then, the old man said sharply: "Xiaolin, which school do you teach?"

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of Wang Safety and Zhao Jiancheng became all doubts.

Lin Xun: "I... don't know what you are talking about."

Old Huo's eyes suddenly widened: "This is impossible!"

Lin Xun: "I really don't know."

Old Huo frowned: "Then... haven't you ever practiced?"

Lin Xun frowned, realizing that the old man's topic might really be related to his experience last night.

Then he might be able to get some information from Grandpa Huo.

So he tentatively asked, "Is there anything special about me?"

Only to listen to Old Man Huo said: "We just released the consciousness and explored your body."

Lin Xun thought, he may have crawled the information on me with a crawler program.

Old Huo continued: "Your root meridian is a rare wizard in my generation, and there is a discontinuous air in your body, and it has already drawn into the body-do you really know nothing about it?"

This half-text and half-wording made Lin Xun very uncomfortable, but he still understood the meaning of the old man and answered: "I really don't know anything about it."

"Without practice, it is already a period of refining gas, and it is really a wizard!" Old Huo praised: "Everyone's apprentices have become a climate, and they have become independent portals. The old man's knees have been empty for a long time, and you are willing to worship me as a teacher ?"

Lin Xun: "Worship you... as a teacher?"

I saw the old man Huo nodded and said: "I Huo Qingshan is the 19th generation of the Promise of the Promise Sect, who is known as the true king of Qingshan, but the realm of Yuanying. Xiaolin, it is destiny to meet each other. You follow me. Isn't it happy?"

Lin Xun: "Wait a minute."

He hugged his laptop and typed turboc on the search engine to get a screenshot of the blue interface and showed it to Old Huo: "Do you know this?"

Old Huo squinted his eyes closer: "What is this? The old people don't know, you young people, always playing with these weird things and delaying cultivation!"

——Old Huo does not recognize the program interface.

Lin Xun closed the computer and took a deep breath: "Then, Grandpa Huo, you said I was angry, where did you see it?"

He said in his heart, there is only one helloworld in my body.

Only listen to Huo Huo's natural tone: "Of course Qi is in your Dantian."

Lin Xun looked at Wang Safety and Zhao Gongji over there, but they both looked at this side, their eyes confused, as if they were the scene of questioning the materialist worldview.

Lin Xun: "So how do I start practicing?"

"This is simple, you are already breathing into the body now, as long as you go under the old door, the old is immediately passed on to you to build the foundation. Once the foundation is built, it is really stepping into the gate of repairing the immortal and leaving the body of the ordinary fetus."

Lin Xun realized that he was exposed to something contrary to the materialist worldview...

If the blue space did not exist last night, he would not believe this kind of thing, and would think that there was something wrong with Old Huo's spirit.

However, at this moment, a progress bar appeared in his mind that stopped at 85 percent and never progressed.

Lin Xun: "Master is good."

Old Huo laughed kindly: "Good boy! Good boy!"

He took a hand in his pocket, and somehow, he had an extra blue book in his hand, which was extremely rudimentary, like a cult propaganda pamphlet: "You take it and practice with concentration! The day when you build the foundation is When officially became my inner disciple of the Promise Sect. According to the vision of the teacher, within three years, you will be able to do it. If there are doubts, just call the teacher, and the teacher will solve the puzzle for you!"

Lin Xun took the small blue book and saw that the slightly yellowed book cover was written with four large characters "Thousand Days Building the Foundation".

All of this is too magical. Not only is the materialist worldview threatened, but also a master is out of thin air. Lin Xun slowed down before finally saying: "Thank you Master."

Old Huo laughed loudly: "I'm going too! I'm going to accept a disciple today!"

With that, the ward round forgot to check, and did not ask Zhao to support him, straighten his waist plate, walk in a row, walk vigorously out of the door, down the stairs.

Lin Xun suddenly reacted to something, opened the window, and said to Mr. Huo who was coming out of the corridor: "Master, what about our rent?"

Old Huo: "Lover, you have entered my Promise Sect, why don't you give me this broken house?"

Lin Xun sincerely said: "Thank you, Master!"

Watching Old Huo walk away, Lin Xun closed the window and looked at the two roommates.

They looked at each other.

In the embarrassing silence, Wang Jianjing picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is it Huo, I'm Xiao Wang, Wang Jing of Building C of Chaoyang Community."

"This is the case. Your father just came to us to collect rent... Yes, this is the case. This... Grandpa Huo, spiritually, is he... is there something wrong?"

"No? Ah, that... Brother Huo, when are you free, or take him to the hospital—"

At the next moment, Wang Safe ended.

He twirled his phone to Lin Xun: "He hung me up."

Zhao Jianzhu scratched his head: "Is Grandpa Xiuxian seeing too much?"

Wang Safety: "Will he still look at Xiuxian at his age?"

Zhao Jianji: "Look at what he said..."

Lin Xun coughed.

The two looked at him together, and the "Thousand Days Foundation" in his hands.

"That's it," Lin Xun stacked "Thousand-Day Foundation" on "cprimerplus", sat down on the sofa, crossed his fingers on the table, and thought for a long time before saying: "Grandpa Huo may have a mental problem, Maybe not."

Wang Safety: "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

Lin Xun ignored him and continued: "I recently... also encountered something unrealistic."

Zhao Jianshe: "What is it?"

Lin Xun: "It's hard to say, I haven't figured it out completely. I will tell you when I understand."

Wang Jingan scratched his head: "Is it related to what the old man said?"

Lin Xun: "A little relationship."

He put away the two books: "I will figure this out. Now, we forget what happened before."

Wang Jingjing's eyes were empty: "Okay, I forgot."

Zhao Gongzhi echoed: "I also forgot."

"Okay." Lin Xun picked up his phone: "Now I call Dongjun to confirm the contract."

It is nine o'clock in the morning. According to common sense, Dongjun should already be in the Galaxy by this time, and he will not be very busy.

Lin Xun called up the number of "male god" in the address book.

——Not the number of Galaxy, not the number of Assistant Ruan, but the personal contact information of the male god.

He looked at the two words, his fingertips stopped at the top of the screen, but he was unable to press it.

Liang... For a long time, Lin Xun finally failed to press down, removed his finger, put his phone on the side, leaned against the sofa and began to abandon himself.

Wang Safe mocked: "Look at you."

Zhao Jianque asked: "What is the difference between you and salted fish like this?"

Lin Xun: "I can't help it."

At the next moment, Wang Dianjian suddenly grabbed his phone from the table with agility that did not match his size!

Lin Xun: "You!"

He used to grab with Wang Safety, but it was too late, Wang Safety raised his mobile phone high, his thumb pressed against the call button, only to press down.

"Algorithm, you are an adult." Wang Jingyu said with a heavy heart: "The next time you should learn to call yourself."

The next moment, he pressed the call button and put the phone back into Lin Xun's hand.

Lin Xun took a deep breath: "...you are waiting."

In the receiver, wait for four seconds.

Dongjun's voice rang in his ear: "Hello."

"Hello, Dongjun, this is..." Lin Xun was a little nervous, his voice stuck.

"Is it Mr. Lin?"

"Yes, it's me, Lin Xun."

"Good morning." Perhaps after the signal processing, Dongjun's voice in the receiver appeared a little softer than in reality: "Did Mr. Lin think better?"

"We have discussed it and decided to accept your help." Lin Xun relaxed.

"I am very happy to work with you." Dong Jun said lightly: "When is Mr. Lin free? We sign the contract."

"I can go at any time, just for your convenience."

"This afternoon the schedule is full. Will Mr. Lin mind until the evening?"

"Do not mind."

"I will send you the place and time later."

"Ok."

"Mr. Lin has any other requirements, or opinions on funding, can be put forward."

Lin Xun originally wanted to answer "I have no opinion", but after seeing Wang Safety and Zhao Jiji desperately winking at him, he finally changed his mouth: "I will consider it."

"Then don't disturb Mr. Lin, the cooperation is happy."

"Happy cooperation." Lin Xun replied.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xun noticed that Wang Jingan and Zhao Jizhu's eyes were all falling on themselves.

I only listened to Wang Jingping's soft voice and said, "I can pass at any time."

Then Zhao Jiandao said: "Just for your convenience."

"Do not mind."

"Ok."

"I will think about it."

"Happy cooperation."

Lin Xun expressionless: "Do you have any opinions?"

Wang Jianjing: "I imagine that Xun God will be able to talk to me like this one day."

Lin Xun: "If you develop a glax-level language, I can talk to you like this forever."

Wang Safety: "His."

After finishing this topic, they started a day's work.

Wang Jianjing and Zhao Jijian each turned on their computers.

Lin Xun looked at the two books, picked up the "Thousand-Day Foundation" left by Old Huo, and opened it.

At first glance, the classical Chinese text that came across his face made him binocular.

He confirmed that this is simplified and horizontal.

However, even so-what is the point?

He started reading from the first line, and after reading a few lines, he began to straighten his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Safety, but the next second dispelled the idea of ​​asking this person for help-Wang Safety had the same level of education as himself, and had a significant step back in the past few years of striking code.

In the end, he said: "...Architecture, you come."