C Language Cultivation

Looking at this sign, Lin Xun vaguely had a guess.

He left the system space and picked up the keyboard from his backpack.

Sure enough, the keyboard logo in reality also became the red sword.

He touched the sign with his hand. The next moment, the sign was slightly hot. The air in front of him seemed to fluctuate, and the keyboard in his hand changed surprisingly. The keycap slowly retracted, and finally disappeared. In the dark silver chassis, then, the chassis and the frame moved, and the sound of metal rotation friction came, they stretched, combined, stretched, and finally became-

A sword.

A dark silver sword with no patterns, the blade body is fifty centimeters long-a little short, but the narrow blade makes it look beautiful and smooth, the overall is very simple, no patterns, it looks like rough Children's toys, but they are quite heavy, almost the same as his keyboard.

Okay, a sword plate.

Lin Xun began to explore how to use the program with this sword plate. He felt that the system understood his level and should not break his life.

Sure enough, the interface that represents his program can be manipulated with his mind-copy, paste, select, and run.

Lin Xun felt that this liberated his own hands. He tried to input some new things-if he can completely input by mind, then this upgrade is too perfect, and the program can be created by the ideas in his mind. This may be many The programmer's dream is just like the author wants to provide an idea. Three thousand words will automatically appear in the document.

However, when he tried to input the first letter with his thoughts, the hilt in his hand shook slightly, but actually returned to the state of the keyboard.

At the same time, the mechanical sound starts: "The current instrument does not support this function."

Yes, Lin Xun also knows that his hope is almost a delusion, which can reduce the complex operation to a certain extent, and can also be early. Too.

After concentrating, Lin Xun ate something casually, and after a little tidying up, he went out to Xicheng District.

The location is opposite Qiyun Brokerage Company, they gather in a KFC, there are more than 20 people according to the list. When Lin Xun got out of the car, he saw Chang Ji just coming from here.

They said hello, Lin Xun asked: "Qi Yun did not come?"

Chang Ji: "It's still a fish."

Lin Xun: "What is he doing?"

Chang Ji: "Sleep."

Lin Xun: "Sleep so long?"

It is already afternoon.

Only listen to Chang Ji said: "Uncomfortable in the tub, did not fall asleep at night."

Lin Xun wanted to laugh a little.

They walked into KFC side by side and first saw old Huo holding a cup of cola in front of them, drinking slowly. The look seemed to be drinking good oolong tea, and they had to add some wolfberry.

Senior Xiaoyaozi believes in keeping in good health and has nothing in front of him, only a huge scroll. Mrs. Butterfly was sitting on a high chair, wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, and was making a phone call with someone, saying "coordinate the venue" Yunyun. Gu Shanjun seems to be secretly in love with her and is offering diligence. Fairy Bihai wore a light gauze dress with long black hair and a shell decoration on her long hair. She was counting the bottles and jars: "Huilingdan, Julingdan, Hemostasis...It should be enough Now."

Some of these people have modern dresses, some wear robes, some wear kerchiefs, and some have feather crowns. They have all kinds of weapons in their hands. Fortunately, this is the site where film and television companies gather.

"Tuer." Old man Huo saw him and beckoned benevolently at him: "How to cover up?"

Lin Xun coughed and looked at the people in the restaurant, still not taking off his mask. Now the news about him on the Internet has been circulating, and I don't know where it is. It doesn't matter if his photos are sent out, if seniors in the realm realm with such a frame and fancy clothes were taken again, it would be too lively.

Lin Xun: "Tu'er is allergic to air."

Old man Huo was there, regardless of his nonsense, and said: "I haven't seen you back home in these two days, and I don't know where I went. I'll come and let the teacher see your cultivation for entry."

Lin Xun stepped forward.

Old Huo reached out.

Lin Xun handed his right hand.

Old Man Huo calmed down, closed his eyes, raised his index finger and middle finger, and wiped gently on Lin Xun's wrist, acting like a moving cloud, like running water, with a full temperament and full of immortality.

Lin Xun looked at his master silently and counted down.

Three, two, one.

I saw old Huo suddenly opened his eyes!

"Sinner!" Old man Huo looked at him, his eyes condensing like arrows, and whispered: "You have to go and practice with evil demons!"