On the way back from Beixin District, Yu Ye decisively gave up being a driver again and sat in the back seat obediently, hugging her master's waist.
In order to give Yu Ye a quiet environment to familiarize herself with those high-level exercises, Ji Qinglin asked her to familiarize herself with them upstairs while he sat alone in the shop.
However, Ji Qinglin's mind was not in the store either, but he was looking back and forth at the glass box in his hand.
It's definitely tempered glass. The black powder inside looks very uniform, and it doesn't look like something is broken, and it doesn't appear to be hardened or agglomerated at all.
Even if you put it right in front of your eyes and use your spiritual consciousness to observe the appearance, you can't tell what the black powder in the box is.
Since it has "Tao Heart Forever" and a mobile phone logo printed on it, it means it must be related to the things in your body, but now I can't find any relationship. This thing is still closed. If you want to pour out the contents inside, you can only Shattered.
What if it's something dangerous...
Thinking of this, Ji Qinglin recalled the reminder of the last time he used the Qihai Cloud Disk. This Taoist mobile phone should not kill people, or strictly speaking, it should not kill people who belong to the same old era, so there should be no danger in opening it by himself.
It's just that it would be embarrassing if this thing requires a glass box to be used. No, if that's the case, you can use stronger materials. Isn't the purpose of using tempered glass so that no one will be hurt when it is smashed?
Damn, I thought too much. If it cannot be broken, it cannot be established. This glass box may have been built just to break it.
However, for the sake of safety, Ji Qinglin placed the glass box on the operating table and set up baffles around it to prevent the black powder from flowing out. He opened the Beidou map and prepared to avoid any risks. Finally, he took out a hammer and pointed towards the The glass box is just that.
咵——
After knocking, he immediately jumped away. Just as he had guessed, the tempered glass box shattered instantly, and the black powder inside spread out on the operating table. But strangely, the black powder was not sprayed around.
With such a close blow, under the illumination of the console lights, Ji Qinglin found that there was not even flying smoke and dust, as if it was filled with a pool of black mud.
Just as Ji Qinglin was about to take a closer look, a pop-up window appeared on his spiritual consciousness interface.
Recognizing your weapon.
arms? Is this handful of black powder a weapon? Do you throw it in the other person's face during a fight?
It was getting more and more outrageous. After hesitating for a moment, Ji Qinglin chose to continue waiting, saying that he wanted to see what you were.
Sure enough, as the spiritual consciousness showed "recognition completed", the black powder on the table quickly gathered, pushing away all the broken tempered glass mixed in it, like a living powder.
After being in a closed glass box for so long, is this thing still alive?
Ji Qinglin looked closer and found that the black powder was not loose. There were swaying black filaments on it. It looked like a small piece of black grass growing on the workbench.
This is a box of... leeks?
Swish--
While he was thinking about it, the "black grass" on the table immediately floated, and the black powder quickly regrouped, condensing into a strong but simple black stick in the blink of an eye.
"Hiss, this is..."
Magic wand? It doesn't seem to be that long, otherwise Harry Potter would be a swordsman.
Recalling the changes in this thing, Ji Qinglin suddenly remembered that he had seen similar things at the Cultivation Technology Exhibition.
Although the scientific and technological achievements seen at that time were far less exaggerated than the "black grass" on the table, which could be flexibly and rapidly changed with just an idea, the way of change was indeed only possible with that thing.
Nanobots!
Ji Qinglin came to the operating table with wide eyes and picked up the black rod made of nanorobots. From the appearance, it was impossible to tell that it was made of nanorobots. There was also a line of inscriptions on the surface of the black rod:
Mo attack: Like a sword without an edge, the ink master does not attack.
Mo Gong? This thing actually has a name, and it looks like a signature left by the creator of these nanobots.
With the previous operating experience, Ji Qinglin tried to continue to use his consciousness to change the arrangement of these nanorobots to create new things.
Holding the black stick in his hand, he imagined a long sword in his mind. Mo Gong quickly reorganized it in his hand, just like a lot of black dust finer than grains of sand changing in his hand, turning into a black stick in the blink of an eye. A sharp sword with a small "Mo Gong" logo printed on it.
Looking at the sharp blade in his hand, Ji Qinglin thought to himself that the creator of this thing must be an expert, a sword-like sword without an edge, a calligrapher without an attack, but he did not have that kind of state.
As another thought formed, the ink attack in his hand seemed to melt and quickly wrapped around his right arm, looking like a tattoo.
The technical potential of nanotechnology, morphological change is only the most direct application, the trauma repair of nanorobots in the medical field is the most distinctive. In other words, any open wound can be filled and closed with nanorobots to stop bleeding.
Of course, it is theoretically possible to use the reverse method. Using nanorobots to destroy the opponent's prosthetic nerves, you can win without fighting to the final stage. Thinking this way is a bit like poisoning.
Now that nanorobots can be controlled remotely, can the so-called sword control be explored as well? What if it turned into a gun? Wouldn't it work if the structure was more complex?
After discovering that this box of "hand-ground coffee" was actually a nanorobot named Mo Gong, Ji Qinglin had many bold ideas in his mind, but these still needed to be verified.
In this process, I have even more admiration for the creator of the Cultivation Cell Phone. He can even make such a thing, and control nano-robots that are not directly connected through consciousness. It looks like the imperial objects and transformations in cultivation. shape.
Can this thing be attached to Yu Ye and help her catch her by surprise in the cultivation competition? But in that case, does it have to be hidden on her body...
quack--
Just as he was thinking about it, the coal boss suddenly flew down from the second floor and let out two bursts of urgent screams that would only be made when there is a situation.
"Yuye?"
But there was no reply from the second floor of the store, just the sound of something breaking.
Ji Qinglin rushed up to the second floor full of doubts and found Yu Ye's graceful body leaning against the sofa. His whole body was still shaking. The thin shirt on his body had been soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. The "weakness of the human body" was vaguely visible. He lowered his head. His expression was unclear, but he was breathing heavily.
"Uh...huh..."
"Yuye?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuye raised his head suddenly, and a few big beads of sweat slipped from his delicate cheeks. The spring and heroic spirit in the charming apricot eyes of the past were now replaced by a violent spirit.
"Yuye you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yuye stomped his feet to the ground and came to Ji Qinglin with a cloud step. He struck his master with a knife in front of his face.
