The green light, like a dying flame in the cold wind, flashed on Li Yao''s retina and disappeared without a trace.
Li Yaoping held his breath, stretched out a spirit thread and put it into the reactor cauldron.
But when passing through the gap, I met a strange existence like a film.
"Bo!"
As if a soap bubble was punctured by him, a faint sigh came from the gap, and then a series of small green light spots, like shining dandelion seeds, sprayed out and danced with the wind in the night sky.
Li Yao was stunned. He had never seen anything so strange.
It is not only like a transparent firefly, but also like a bunch of delicate flowers, more like a flame spirit with life.
They danced around Lee yew, with an unpredictable track, which seemed to send out a mysterious message.
Li Yao poked out more spiritual threads from the spiritual roots and stabbed them at the green fire.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the fire of hundreds of information exploded in his mind, making him "see" and "hear" countless things.
He seems to be surrounded by thousands of pictures at the same time.
Most of them are abstruse and complicated experiments and refining process, and a small part are scenes of some people cheering and crying with joy.
"The Xuangu project is finally going to succeed!"
This sentence echoed repeatedly in Li Yao''s mind.
There were also bursts of heroic laughter.
He can even feel very strong pride, pride, excitement and relief.
"This is --"
When Li Yao stood in the same place and spent a full hour digesting and absorbing all the information flow, he suddenly found that there were countless experimental data and refining methods related to the Xuangu project in his memory.
The original vague concepts and conjectures became very clear. Every detail of the Xuangu plan was connected together, like a shining crystal building, standing in his mind.
This kind of feeling, like the inspiration of hundreds of people, in his mind, exploded, exploded a bright fireworks!
Looking at the sky again, I don''t know when the fireflies disappeared.
Li Yao rubbed his cheek to make sure it was not an illusion.
He once again put the spirit into the reactor cauldron.
Hundreds of transparent fireflies became extremely weak and fell into a long dead silence. Li Yao could even clearly feel that the psionic power was rapidly passing from them.
It may not be long before these transparent fireflies fall apart and go with the wind.
Li Yao''s heart beat like a drum. He felt that he had discovered a big secret. He quickly contacted his tutor through micro crystal brain.
Ten minutes later, yuan Manqiu arrived at the scene.
She took over the reactor cauldron, closed her eyes and sank her mind into it. At the same time, she listened to Li Yao''s story.
"Since more than half a year ago, I like to sit under the statue of xuanguzhan armor and meditate, because here, my mind is particularly active and clear, and I will jump out one idea after another, which makes me scared. That kind of feeling is like there are countless weapon refining masters discussing and communicating with me!"
"As time goes on, this feeling becomes more and more intense. I even have the illusion that Xuangu battle armor is not a statue, nor a wreck, but a, no, dozens, hundreds of living people!"
"Until today, when I listen to the progress of the exchange of tutors, I find that everyone is stuck in the refining of the reactor tripod."
"So I sit here again and think about this problem. I think I''ll just take down the old reactor tripod and carefully figure out its structure. Maybe I can make a discovery, and the result is --"
Li Yao described the wonderful phenomena he had observed.
To his surprise, yuan Manqiu''s expression was neither surprise nor joy, nor doubt, but a touch of sadness.
As if a scabby wound had been torn, the long-standing painful memory resurfaced.
Li Yao seldom sees such an expression on his teacher''s face.
In the autumn of Yuan Dynasty, he always felt like a tiger in the wind. Once he met a big event, he was calm and firm.
Therefore, although she is not the highest practitioner of the grassroots school, so many of them are still willing to push forward the Xuangu plan under her leadership.
Li Yao has only seen such an expression on her face once.
It was the explosion of fukongshan in the refining department that Professor Mo Xuan died.
"Teacher, do you feel it?"
Lee is a little nervous.
"No
Yuan man Qiu gently shakes his head, slightly bitter to say.
"How?"
Li Yao, in a daze, takes over the cauldron of the reaction furnace and re perceives it.
Although very weak, but the hundreds of transparent fireflies, indeed there, emitting a very dim light.
I''m just in the gas refining period, and I can feel it.
Teacher is the foundation period, there is no reason not to feel ah!
"I believe in your perception. It''s definitely not an illusion. I think it''s a virtual spirit."
Yuan Manqiu''s voice is a little lonely.
"Empty spirit body?"
Li Yao blinked.
He had heard about the term "virtual spirit body", but he didn''t know it in detail. He had never met it in his previous practice.
Man Qiu of Yuan Dynasty seems to have overdrawn all his strength, holding the base of Xuangu battle armor and slowly sitting down
"Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Li Yao nodded
"Of course I''ve seen ghosts. I''m still good friends with many ghosts. Besides, there are also some teachers in our school who are ghost practitioners."
His good friends are ding Yin and Wei Qingqing.
A year and a half ago, on the way to Dahuang war yard, the crystal track train encountered a wave of animals. Seven practitioners died to protect a whole train of ordinary people. In the end, only the souls of two practitioners survived and were transformed into ghost practitioners, namely Ding Yin and Wei Qingqing.
After Li Yao went to Dahuang war academy, the two of them also went to the Ghost Academy specially set up by the Federation to learn how to be ghosts.
Since then, the two sides have often communicated with each other. Li Yao and Ding Yin have exchanged ideas on how to refine weapons, and occasionally read Wei Qingqing''s latest pure literature masterpiece. Their friendship has deepened.
A year later, Ding Yin and Wei Qingqing finished their study in ghost college and went their separate ways.
Ding Yin joined the "ghost brigade" in the federal army, which was specially set up for ghost cultivation. He became an army weapon refiner, specially helping ghost cultivation in the ghost brigade maintain their health.
Wei Qingqing also realized her dream, really entered a primary school, become a primary school teacher.
It''s just that this primary school is special. All the students are young children.
If a man dies like a lamp out, not everyone has a chance to become a ghost.
The practitioners with powerful spirits have a higher chance of becoming ghosts, while for ordinary people, the chance of becoming ghosts is very small.
Among ordinary people, there are several kinds of people who are more likely to become ghosts than ordinary people.
For example, a person who was born or died at a specific time or place; Those who die in red; A person with great resentment and persistence.
Another is the premature child.
Because the fire of children''s life has just been ignited, and their spirits have not been consumed excessively, they are purer than adults, so they are more likely to survive completely after death.
In the ancient world of cultivation, the soul of a young child is the best material for cultivation.
Many lunatic practitioners even deliberately use cruel means to kill children and obtain ghosts to refine evil weapons.
In modern times, of course, things are different.
The protection of ghost rights by Xingyao Federation is almost the same as that of human rights.
In particular, the ghost of teenagers who died before the age of 18 has issued the Xingyao federal minor ghost Protection Act, which stipulates that minor ghosts have the same rights and obligations to receive education as minors.
Wei Qingqing went to such a school for kids.
She also sent Li Yao a picture of her with the students in her class.
Of course, it''s not a puppet. Instead, it''s shot in a dark room with a special crystal eye.
In the photo, Wei Qingqing and the children are like active crystal statues, crystal clear and lifelike, not to mention how happy they are.
Li Yao is also sincerely happy for her.
With these two friends, Li Yao is no stranger to ghosts and does not contradict them.
But the transparent fireflies in the reactor cauldron, no matter from which aspect, don''t look like ghosts!
"Virtual spirits are not ghosts in the usual sense, or you can think of them as ghosts in a lower dimension, ghosts in a two-dimensional state."
Yuan Manqiu road.
"Two dimensional ghost?"
Li Yaoshi couldn''t understand.
Yuan Manqiu nodded
"Yes, ghosts, though free from the bondage of the body, still retain self-consciousness, know who they are and remember most of the things that happened in the past."
"But it can''t last long."
"If you can''t find the body all the time, and you can''t hide in the metal puppets by digital means, and you don''t know the secret of the cultivation of the ghost, then soon the ghost will decompose, melt and collapse like ice and snow under the sun."
"In this process, the first thing to lose is self-awareness, and you will forget who you are."
"The second thing we lose is our memory. We can''t remember the past."
"The last thing they lose is persistence, something that they never forget."
"Once the persistence is gone, the ghost will disappear completely."
"However, if they are influenced by external forces in this process, or their persistence is too strong, they may be temporarily retained in some special way, and the speed of dissipation will be reduced to the minimum, and they will become ghosts of a lower dimension, which is the" virtual spirit body "!"
"You can think of the virtual spirit body as losing self-consciousness and memory, only retaining a strong and persistent thought of" dying with no eyes closed! "