Classic

... "I'll let myself go, don't disturb my rest." Soon Xingyang showed the demeanor of a reluctant scholar, and sent away the book spirit with a strong desire for knowledge. After sending the book spirit, Xingyang lay on the sofa of Anqi's house, and then entered the virtual world and began his own path of scholars who were tirelessly ruining people.

Eliminating people from the top is not a big deal. Xingyang has already done that kind of thing quite skillfully. There are so many ways to make the enemy disappear from the world. Just as Xingyang said, he wants to live comfortably; live on.

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It was already evening when I returned to the Golden Tree Space that I had been away from for a long time. Xingyang looked at the substitute who was doing well and threw the substitute at him. He lay down on the bed and started a dream of spring and autumn. At this time, the substitute curses came from a distance. A spark came from Xingyang's mind and said, "Brother has regarded ** as a reward for you, but you are not satisfied." He looked at the place where the substitute was impatiently. At this time, Xingyang opened his mouth wide. It turned out that something happened to **.

The ** he built casually in ancient times has become a ghost temple. The actresses who were in their prime turned into dry bones piled up in the ghost temple. They were the real pink skulls! No wonder the substitute cursed himself loudly, but it doesn’t matter that he is the God of this world. For such things, just just pop a finger. "Bang..." gently flicked his finger. The substitute and the ghost temple where he was located seemed to have been erased from this world and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After easily solving the complaints of the substitute and solving them together, Xingyang began to play his role as Titanium Star. The substitute, an NPC, actually scolded the controller, which was a rebellious thing, so he became nothing necessary.

The next morning, kitchen smoke rose in the small courtyard. Xingyang, who had been trembling in spirit, had already crawled out of the shack, then washed his face and started to practice continuously. Just now, his heart was about to breathe, but he didn't expect that the consciousness would cover the entire galaxy in a flash. At this time, he said helplessly: "God's mode is a meaningless mode. You can do whatever you want, and you will have no fun or challenge... Alas... loneliness!... I already know how Dugu Qiubai was refined." The bored Xingyang gave up meditation and began to walk among the thatched huts, enjoying the daily lives of several servants.

Working from sunrise and resting from sunset, she was the slave who was sacrificed by others in the wrong way: Li Ji. She started cooking in the early morning. Without an iron pot, she directly burned the concave stones with firewood, mixed some hunted meat with vegetables, or put wild vegetables into skewers and grilled them on the side of the fire. The whole cooking process was so simple that modern people were hurt. Although the maid outfits brought by Xingyang were eye-catching, it still couldn't hide the roughness of the original cooking.

As for Yu Zhuo and Zu Kun, they started to tie their shoelaces early in the morning and prepared to go into the mountains to harvest firewood and hunt. The third servant Lizhong took a stone axe and began to chop wood hard, intending to start doing wooden work, as if he was going to make something.

In ancient times, life was difficult, and every day was busy just to eat in one bite. It can be said that finding food, eating, and spending the night was the whole of life. The four servants had a clear division of labor, and no one was idle. If modern survivalists saw these self-sufficient groups so close to nature, they might be envious.

The so-called bow training means that it is like a person pressing his legs, and he sets up a rack to spread the entire bow body bit by bit, and rests for a while to gradually adapt to the stress, and then pulls the bow a little bit until it reaches its proper level. Xingyang roughly knocks in a few wooden nails on a piece of wooden stake, and then hangs the bow on it, starting the so-called bow training.

The English longbow weapon perfectly takes into account most of the advantages of the ak47, which is cheap, durable, easy to produce, and easy to be equipped on a large scale. The only disadvantage is that this bow needs to be raised high enough to pull it open, and it is not easy to train a longbowman.

Xingyang was making a bow, while several other servants who had nothing to do after eating were calibrating some arrow rods made of thorny plants and bamboo. They sharpened their heads and roasted them straight on the fire. Then they cut the butt of the arrow rod and stuck the pheasant feathers in them and locked them with twine, and carved the V-shaped groove of the arrow tail.

The servants Xingyang picked up could not believe that he looked at his almost magical ability, and the rough bows and arrows were completed in this way. However, Xingyang was not satisfied because he knew very well how bad a single-time arrow without arrows was. Not to mention attacking large animals with thick skin, even practicing a few arrows at will will consume all the arrows they created today.

I had no choice but to find some leftover animal bones that everyone had, and use dog legs to cut them into the shape of arrows. If you want to talk about bone arrows, then shark teeth and carnivorous canine teeth are good arrow materials. One night after getting three bows, Xingyang asked several people to test the strength of the bow body, and found that the other party could not open the bow full, and he also wanted to whip his arms with a bow string. The fingers of the bow were even more roaring.

After discovering these shortcomings, Xingyang patted his head and found that other auxiliary devices for archery exercise were doing this, so small inventions such as bamboo wrist guards (many times leather wrist guards), leather finger condoms, etc. came into being immediately.

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I was busy in front of the fire until late at night, and everyone fell asleep. It was summer and autumn, and everyone had to prepare food for winter. I don’t know how that bastard was the master. It seemed that he had to rely on several servants to show his honor, or that he could only focus on learning. The ancient sacrificial strata and aristocratic class who mastered writing were very precious and respected in the social system, which can be seen from the actions of these cheap servants.

Several servants deeply asked Xingyang to do a good job in learning, and they were fully capable of supporting themselves as their master, but Xingyang did not want to live with these guys in a thatched hut for a long time, because he wanted to build temples, missionary, write Bibles, train armed monks, form sages, and finally form a crusade to launch holy wars to clean up the barbarians around him.

As a violent maniac who believes in violence can solve most of the troubles, the so-called formation of a divine religion is to cultivate his own mad believers and arm monks, and then participate in the sacred wars initiated by the mad believers. Because violent maniacs like wars, and of course they also prefer the sacred wars initiated by a race for their own beliefs. At the same time, they like heretics, pagans, Inquisitions, Crusaders, and Stolen is equivalent to religion; the art of sacred violence is very yellow and violent.

“Superfaction is the highest respect for morality by evil.”

"The devil will always put a layer of sacred cloak on himself."

"The highest level of hypocrisy is that you are moved by your own false sincerity and cry."

A villain who had already been full of evil was doing good deeds. This was just a cold joke that was too cold to be cold. At this time, Titanium Xingzi, who was transformed into Xingyang, was such a human-faced and beastly heart. He looked normal but could not be normal, but his belly was covered in black ink, like a monster like a black cuttlefish. These servants were very good, so Xingyang was very much looking forward to them being alone and being able to rest and concentrate on recruiting disciples and teachings.

Time flies for more than ten days. After the bows and arrows made by Xingyang, the two servants who entered the mountain brought back more prey. At this time, the meat they hunted was smoked into bacon for long-term preservation. In an American movie "Survival in the Wild", it was because pig feet did not master the meat food preservation technology of smoked bacon, which made ubiquitous flies lay eggs and ruined their hunting results. As a result, pig feet accidentally ate poisonous plants due to hunger and starved to death in the wilderness.

Whether the protagonist Chris in "Survival in the Wild" can be used as a negative teaching material for survivalists, but a 24-year-old young man's short-lived body is more exciting than most mediocre people. Some people are idealists, but most Chinese are realists. When everyone buys some red salt from the villagers with bows and arrows and prey, the stone salt will ignite the fire and smoke the pieces of animal meat with fireworks.

In another ten days, Xingyang and Huzhuo, Zukun hunted two live goats from the mountain, and set up a tomb to build a fence to lock the goats in the pen. At the same time, they hunted some injured pheasants. These pheasants were also locked up by the bamboo cage made of bamboo slices by Xingyang's guidance, and built a simple shed to be used as a chicken farm.

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Another 48 days passed. Xingyang, who was struggling in Anqi's house, woke up only one night. He began his life as an otaku. However, early in the morning, Xingyang found that Anqier didn't need to shout himself, and began morning exercises very consciously. It seemed that the encirclement of the superpowers caused a great mental blow to him.

After preparing a light breakfast for Angel, Xingyang, a seriously ill patient, lay on the sofa and pretended to be dead. After Angel's morning exercise, she would bring back the spirit and mindfulness powerhouse: Bana, who had installed a heart bomb with her.

Bana brought her into Angel's room with a restrained scruple. Angel said coldly: "There is a big guy with a lame body below, you guys talk! I'll go take a shower..."

Knowing that Angel is very concerned about the superpower, Xingyang was so mean that he vowed to drag her down from the pit, so he stopped him: "Anqi, you have seen many incredible people in this world. If you don't want to come in, then don't blame us for dealing with you because of the need for confidentiality. At that time, you will admit that you are unlucky!"

"Well..." A strong resentment hit Xingyang, and An Qi said with a gloomy face: "...Dispose me, will you beat me into a fool with a stick?"

Angel, who was unreasonable, asked Bana, "What's going on? Are you not going back to the United States?"

Bana said in a deep voice: "This girl said, you will return your eyes to Ammi. Then I want to ask, what price should you pay to get you to remove the bomb in my heart?"

"No... it will be at least two years later..." Xingyang shook his head and said, "Of course, you can get my tolerance by offering your friendship, but things will never be that simple. When you complete your self-salvation, I can return it to your body organs."

"It's like a charlatan in the church." Angel complained not far away.

Banna shook her head helplessly and said, "I don't know how to redeem myself, but after Mr. Ronald died, our team had completely lost contact with the superiors. Chero left us last night, leaving only Buck and I here. We have no identity, no money, no contact person, we two no longer know what to do... I know that other people who have been crippled by you will end up miserably, but I still hold a little hope, hoping that you can...!"

"It's true!" Listening to Bana's severance of contact with the superior organization, Xingyang knew that the other party must have voluntarily cut off the clues, and it might be that he could not afford the price. This situation was similar to what he estimated, but it seemed that he had been slowing down for two years before he planned to take revenge.

"I know it's impossible to ask me, so do this..." Xingyang's eyes flashed with a sarcastic look and dark cunning. Then he took out his clothes with both hands, took out a black velvet bag and threw it on the table and said, "...This is my savings. The three of us here, then we will divide it into three parts. After selling it, we will share a share and open a coffee house. Angel is familiar with this line. Of course, Bana, the conditions for working for me that I told you agreed to be valid."

Banna picked up the black cloth bag thrown by Xingyang, and she didn't understand what the cunning man was thinking. When she poured out a large number of gems in the cloth bag, she became even more confused and had no idea what the man was thinking about.

Looking at Bana with a confused face, Xingyang smiled slightly at this rich Eastern European woman, but he didn't know that a cunning old fox once taught him before; any vicious beast would be grateful to the person who rescued it from despair when he was in despair due to pain. Whether it was natural enemies or similar, when you rescued the other party properly once in despair, the living instinct of the creature would tell the other party, "That guy can save your life at a critical moment. It is reliable and selfish; it cannot be hostile." In the end, the beast will be completely defeated by a stable life and sugar-coated shells, and become a manipulated chess piece.

After letting Angel and Bana see some of their robbery results, Xingyang said to the two: "That's it... You can pick two of them yourself and sell them all. The money you get is sold to a store. If you can, just buy a store... Cough cough... Well, my wound hurts again. You can discuss other things yourself."

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Losing the blessing of the lucky amulet, he began to pretend to be sick and stay in Anqi's room. On July 13, 2011, the 13th Ghost Gate is coming again. He is very superstitious about this invisible luck. Xingyang planned to borrow the good luck that Angel brought to him and advance towards the Ghost Gate Gate on his birthday. At the same time, he used a computer to collect information during the day and entered the Golden Tree World at night to play exciting war development games.

Two seasons of such a virtual world have passed, and early winter has begun in the world. The villagers of Jiuhua Village also found that a row of neat houses built with thatch on a halfway up next to Jiuhua Village. The various things in the house are well organized, which is particularly unique compared to the villagers.

Master Tang and Master Chong also came to talk to Xingyang about their knowledge when they had time, but they were dissatisfied with Xingyang's self-employed work, because Titanium Star spent too much time doing things, but they dragged on it again and again for Shuli. Of course, they also worked hard to make enough food and clothing by themselves, and they also went to the fields to work. But they couldn't stand Xingyang's creation of a comfortable nest, collecting food, catching livestock, building houses, and collecting stones, and focusing on material enjoyment. They believed that as long as food could fill their stomachs, it would be good to have a house to live in. Too much material enjoyment would only neglect the time of learning.

How could Brother Xing tell them that he is God and wants to establish a god who believes in his own religion and start a war? Xingyang laughed at all these persuasions and accusations, continued to hunt up the mountain, and collected winter forage. It was not until heavy snow fell in the sky and he could not go out and the lives of Xingyang and his servants changed.

He kept practicing the knowledge of survival madmen. When winter came, Xingyang had already replaced the cannons, and even a simple blacksmith stove was covered. He wore a soft leather hooded robe made of saltpeter and locked the mouth of the robe with leather ropes. Xingyang began the winter survival mad leisure activities: forging.

The easiest thing to collect ores is magnetite ore and copper ore. God said there should be mines, so there were mines in the mountains. The copper ore was melted at a low melting point and made into various rough tools after being molten with fire, including hammers, forging tables, etc.

The forging method is relatively rough, that is, first smashing the iron ore into iron sand, and then mixing the ore with charcoal to burn together. The whole process is a bit like the forging method of calcining jade steel in Japan. Because iron sand is mixed with charcoal to burn together, and finally, steel will be formed because carbon is mixed with carbon. Of course, these things are very, very rough, and there is no need for any calculations. In fact, the star Yang is not the bottom, so you can only try your luck.

After burning for three days and three nights, most of the coke burned out by the master and three servants were used. After destroying the furnace, several people got a large piece of meteorite-like metal body. The hammer hit the fire, and small pieces of metal were separated from the metal body. After checking the brittleness and toughness of the metal, Xingyang mixed the harder and brittle steel with soft steel and started the forging knife after yellow mud patellar. To be honest, forging knife is actually a door-to-door strength work. Several servants often supplemented with meat and their physical strength is not bad, so letting them participate in the forging process is a teaching.

In this way, as time passed day by day, Xingyang had more and more metal tools. Finally, the 600 kilograms of iron ore and 300 kilograms of copper ore collected in two seasons were burned out.

The bone needle in Li Ji's hand turned into an iron needle, the arrow in the hands of the two hunters turned into an iron arrow, and each person had a dog-legged scimitar and axe. Carpenter tools, blacksmith tools, stonemasons, sewing and farming tools were all prepared. Then, herbal boxes, leather backpacks, wooden-soled leather shoes were made through various tools. The more than 20 long leather that several people got back from hunting were made into various items by Xingyang.

After all, a few people couldn't stop even if they wanted to stop. They no longer knew what else their master could not do. However, every once in a while, the master would quietly leave at night and return on the next night. Everyone found that this stage was about 40-50 days, and over time, everyone was no longer surprised.

Xingyang came to this world again. This time he finally read some techniques for papermaking in rural China. Later, he decided to take advantage of this boring winter time to formally write his own Bible. However, if you want to write the Bible, you must have paper. Using a simple writing carrier such as bamboo slips cannot meet the needs of his Bible.

The principle of papermaking is actually simple. Various plants with strong fibers are made into fine powder, then bleached, and finally the tiny powder particles are bonded together with water, which is a bit similar to the process of making flour into pancakes. However, pancakes can be eaten, but paper cannot be eaten. The so-called paddle making is to make a paste of rotten leaves.

A rough hand-cranked round mill was made with a stonemason tool, and Xingyang began to experimentally grind various rotten leaves and wild grass roots with hand-cranked round mills. He made some limestone and calcined them into white lime, bleached the pulp, and steamed them to make the pulp even more diluted and melted into the water. So he spent a day accumulating a wooden trough of white pulp, and then began to use a linen to clamp it into an easel to collect the white pulp, and dried it on sunny days to make it into paper.

After making out the paper, Xingyang scratched his face and looked at the rough paper he made randomly. After thinking about it, he felt that the paper was painted with plant fiber powder in reality. At this time, he realized how correct this theory was.

Although the rough paper still has various shortcomings, it is impossible to stop Xingyang from educating the world at this time. Ten days later, Xingyang finally turned his thick paper into a stack of albums. Outside it is the outer skin of a hardwood board that is glued together with paste and books. Small eyes are placed in the thin cracks between the hardwood boards, and the most beautiful foxtail wool is worn. The hardwood board is painted with a layer of red and black paint, and some patterns. After making the beautiful round, it is beautiful and written with four simplified Chinese characters "Incandescent Spiritual Classic" on the pages.

Because he hated all evil brushes, Xingyang used bronze to create the original Western dipped metal pen, completely ending the heretics of the mainstream pen in the East. The dipped metal pen and then inserted a pheasant feather to make the quill. Of course, there is also a standing writing platform, which is like an ascetic monk wearing a hood, singing chants, and copying the Bible.

After spending more than half a year doing food, drinking, defecation and sacrificing work, Xingyang Diy finally released her first book, so he enthusiastically invited Mr. Tang and Mr. Chong to attend his opening ceremony. (DIY is the abbreviation of doityourself in English, and is also translated as doing it yourself)

A round flat ground had been removed from the top of the mountain by several people. A rough square stone pillar stood in the middle, and a stone slab with books was on it. At the sunrise when the morning mist was not blooming in the winter, she was wearing a robed patched animal skin hood, and Xingyang held the gorgeous and dazzling "Incandescent Spiritual Book" in his hand, he, his servants and two wise men, and placed the blank "Incandescent Spiritual Book" on the writing platform.

Untie two bamboo tubes, hanging on them, put them in the groove of the writing table, a short bamboo tube contains ink, and a slender bamboo tube contains a goose feather dipping pen.

The stone platform written faces north and south. When the rising sun casts a ray of sunlight on the "Incandescent Spiritual Book", the star sun gently flicks the goose feathers and dips them in the excess ink of the pen, and then presses one hand on the page of the book, writing a prelude to the incandescent God's Bible in the sunlight:

Prologue - Man is doing it, God is watching.

Others survive for food, and I eat for survival, and no one knows the value of wisdom.

Chaos gives birth to the only one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.

All things are one, and one is all things. This is the only God in the world.

God said to man: All things in the world are yours, and you are also all things in the world.

When this earth is in a rampant evil, we will be saved without the guidance of the true God.

God opened his left eye and looked up at the night, God opened his right eye and looked up at the day, why is the sun round and why is the moon round? Wise people always seek God's selfless enlightenment and guidance in the direction of light, while the foolish people are trapped in the dark and cannot extricate themselves.

God said to man: You must save yourself so that you can see me lend a helping hand.

All praises are all returned to God, the Lord of the whole world, the beginning of the universe. The Lord of the most kind, the Lord of the end of the world, we only worship you, only ask for your help, and guide us on the right path. The path of those you support is not the path of those who are reprimanded, nor the path of those who are misunderstood.........
Chapter completed!