"What's your name?"
"Zheng Ju, his name is Evidence! I'm confused. If my parents have a fourth child, will they also name him Witness?"
Luo Jiujiang now understood. Although one of these two brothers looked more mature and the other more decadent, where did their occasional tics and unreliability come from?
They are all inherited from our ancestors and cannot be changed.
That same evening, an electrician arrived and located the short circuit, fixing it overnight. Luo Jiujiang marveled at the "electricity flowing through the copper wires," and Zheng Shu, fearing he might unleash a giant ball of lightning with another flick of his hand, finally reassured him with repeated warnings not to play with electrical wires.
Zheng Shu arranged a guest room for Luo Jiujiang to stay in, gave him an iPad, and promised to buy him a mobile phone and a SIM card the next day. He did not forget to tell this immortal to go to bed early.
To be honest, Zheng Shu felt a small sense of accomplishment when he did this: in the past, his brother always arranged things for him this way, and now it was finally his turn to arrange things for others this way.
When Zheng Shu woke up in a daze in the middle of the night and went downstairs to get a can of Coke from the kitchen refrigerator, he passed by Luo Jiujiang's guest room and accidentally discovered that the light in the other's room was still on.
He subconsciously turned his wrist to look at his luminous watch: three o'clock in the morning.
No way, are you trying so hard?
Zheng Shu knocked on Luo Jiujiang's door, and then, how to say it... he was not surprised to see Luo Jiujiang playing games with his hands as fast as the wind and fingers leaving afterimages.
——This guy also learned to use voice commands to scold his teammates for being noobs and for giving away kills.
Zheng Shu: “…”
The feudal remnants of his great China were so effortlessly corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of capital?
"It's already so late. Aren't you planning to go out tomorrow? Luo Ge, do you really not need to sleep?"
Luo Jiujiang listened to him and casually put down the iPad. After all, with his hand speed and operation, he wouldn't die even if he dropped it for 20 or 30 seconds. "Don't worry, after practicing to my level, I've already fasted without food and don't need to rest. I can fight from bronze to king in one go."
Zheng Shu: “…”
"Oh, there's one more thing." Luo Jiujiang smiled with great interest: "So you guys also have the term 'cultivation of immortality' here, and it seems to be quite common, right?"
Nonsense! They are all successors of socialism, how can they just casually cultivate immortality? Zheng Shu was about to shake his head when he suddenly realized that Luo Jiujiang might have been misled by something: "Where did you see it?"
"On the old Weibo." Luo Jiujiang said lightly.
"..." Zheng Shu was silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say at first. After a while, he spoke with difficulty: "You registered an account on Sina.com? You don't have an email address, right?"
"So I also searched thousands of times for the steps to register an email address."
"..." Zheng Shu felt like he was just walking on a wall. "Using your traditional Chinese characters?"
"Not really. I found a feature called 'microphone' that's quite useful. Life here is really interesting and convenient. My friend who's not good at writing will definitely like it here."
Microphone... that's voice input. Zheng Shu silently pounded his head against the wall in his mind for a moment: he, a modern person, had forgotten this function when he was teaching Qiandu, and in the end, it was the immortal cultivators who figured it out on their own.
The two talked for a while, and Luo Jiujiang suddenly remembered something and looked back. The word "failure" had popped up on his abandoned iPad. It was obvious that someone had pushed the crystal during the two minutes of his inaction.
"Oh, I lost." Luo Jiujiang looked at the screen and smiled, then threw the iPad aside.
From the moment they met, Luo Jiujiang was quick to learn any new thing he encountered. Now it was rare to see this winner in life suffer a setback, and Zheng Shu even lost half of his sleepiness.
Zheng Shu, who was a little more sober, finally remembered how they had just talked about the topic of "voice input". He stopped standing at the door and took two steps into the house on his own, dragging over a rolling chair and sitting down.
"We've strayed off topic. Well, here, cultivating immortals means staying up late. At one in the morning, we go to bed to refine our Qi, at two, we build our foundation, at three, we cultivate our Golden Core, and at four, we cultivate our Nascent Soul..."
Luo Jiujiang burst out laughing upon hearing this: "Very good, very good, it turns out that forming a pill and forming an infant can become so easy. I have really lived in vain all these years."
"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously." Originally, people had a lot of fun joking about this topic online, but today he actually met a cultivator. Zheng Shu felt a little embarrassed to talk about this in front of such a professional, and even his voice was a little shy.
"It may not be impossible. If all of you are determined enough and have strong enough faith in this matter, it may not be impossible."
"What?" Zheng Shu was stunned. "Isn't this just some ordinary silly joke from the internet?"
Luo Jiujiang pondered for a moment, and finally gave a more reliable answer: "According to what you said, it is indeed just a joke now. But if everyone in this world - I mean everyone. If everyone firmly believes in this truth, and more than half of all living things agree with it, then it may become a reality."
Zheng Shu: "What do you mean by more than half of the creatures?"
"Of course there are birds and beasts, fish, birds, snakes and insects. Don't you have any here? I see you even have a cat at home."
"...Foreigners probably only know about magic and don't understand cultivation. I won't even mention it. Birds and beasts don't have the brains for that. Fish, birds, snakes, and insects are even worse off. Their brains might be the size of a coffee spoon, probably no bigger than my little fingernail. Besides, if all of humanity could truly unite as one, wouldn't that be a win-win for world peace? What better way to do that than to stay up all night?"
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