The reason why "veterans" are old is that they have reached the age and are rushing to reach eighty. In today's era, they can barely mix among the ranks of "middle-aged and elderly people" and will not completely fall into the old life circle.
But in essence, he is still old.
Not to mention the overall decline in energy and physical strength, memory and the ability to accept new things have also become worse. What you were not good at before is even more impossible to improve now.
On the spiritual level, soul power has always been a struggle for him, and it is even less likely that there will be any sudden progress.
The warm glow from the spiritual level outlines the trajectory structure, which seems uncomplicated, but there are still certain requirements for accuracy. And since it is cooperation, it is also necessary to find the right rhythm, space plus time, and the accuracy challenge in multiple dimensions is very unfriendly to "veterans" and greatly slows down the learning progress.
Once, twice, ten times, twenty times... Gradually counting has no meaning.
More on time, more on time!
The "veteran" doesn't know how long the opponent can last, but when his own attention begins to dissipate, the opponent's state can be imagined.
The more this time, the more impatient it is... It's such a simple truth, but it's so difficult to do.
Unknowingly, he was covered in sweat under his diving suit. The weight on the front of his palm seemed to be increasing even with the interference of buoyancy and water pressure.
He knew that it was the weight of death.
Things are getting worse.
After repeated failures, there was also a problem with the light trajectory demonstrated by the opponent. Even a semi-layman like a "veteran" can see this:
Details are off, the structure is unstable, and the functions are not formed...
Initially, there will be one or two situations out of ten, then three or four times, and then half and half...
The "veteran" wanted to yell to the other side: If you can't build this damn shelter, it won't work. You might as well find some random god and worship it!
Besides, don’t you have a design drawing? My ability to read pictures is top-notch. What’s the point of engaging in this mysterious style of oral and heart-to-heart teaching now!
But all the emotions and distracting thoughts still settled in front of the demonstrations from the opposite side that seemed to never stop.
The "veteran" sighed and laughed: "Okay, let me stay with you until death. The old man still has some patience. If you don't learn it in the end, just go over there and curse me."
What responded to him was breathless silence, another demonstration.
But now that he had spoken, the "veteran" let go completely. He no longer followed the example rigidly, but supported the person opposite him, searching for a more stable and comfortable one in this sunken building. The location, leaning against the speckled concrete wall, makes the old bones relax:
"I'm not distracted. I'm just suffocated. I need to take a breath. I don't rely on my muscles and bones for strength. It's a good state to be able to move and retract freely. Don't blame me. I've been a teacher these years. I can't stop talking. The more I talk, the more energetic I am. My brain is still there. If you can be more excited, just don’t be disturbed by me.”
"..."
"Come on, let's continue."
The boring study began again, and the "veteran's" mouth never stopped, like the fine waves on Beishan Lake, washing away, or at least diluting, the taste of despair inside and outside.
Time passes minute by minute.
"Well, you did pretty well this time. I was just a little bit behind. Let's continue."
"..."
"You come to me, have we met before? We have been together for a long time, and I really feel a little familiar."
"..."
"You can come here because you trust me more than Lao Shou. Don't worry, I may not be as stubborn as you. I am a little worse in academic affairs and Dharma, but I have a strict mouth and understand the words benevolence and righteousness. I have learned it this time, and I am sure I will find a trustworthy child to pass it on to! Oops, it was a close call again!"
"Ho, ho!"
"Don't be distracted! Oh, you're choking. Come on, let me pat you. At least half of your skeleton is made of steel. Speaking of which, you should be the one who came here to preach before. I have some impressions. Coming..."
"..."
"Forget it, let's not digress. Let me tell you, our team has a lot of good boys and good girls, all of whom were beaten in the wilderness. I followed Lao Luo for a while, and I was very good at it!
"This 'sanctuary' of yours, well, it's us. This doctrine is very good, and we all like it very much. Who can people count on in the wilderness? It's you, and your trusted companions... With this 'sanctuary' 'After that, things that were previously ethereal were quantified, and the efficiency was improved, which is good.
"This is quite similar to what Xiao Bu said at the time. She is a good girl, but good people don't live long. We believe it when you come here to preach. Do you really think you are talking about lotus flowers? In the end, it still feels kind and appropriate. It's really appropriate to know. ?
"I also used the method of 'Sanctuary' to create a purification and tempering method, specifically used to extract aberrant traits and create equipment. Well, this is what you have, is it easy to use? It's just that the side effects are too big. Look at you. Looking back, I have to think about how to improve it. You can’t be a guinea pig for nothing.
"Hey, it seems like you shouldn't say this. You must be cursing me in your heart!"
"Trick people."
Information was passed back and forth in the void, and the "veteran" instantly became a dumb party.
At this time, in this void, there seemed to be a sound of "Kasuo", just like parts being riveted and modules being connected, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, everything was perfectly connected, so transparent and refreshing!
On the spiritual level, the simple and clear structure is just the assembly of basic parts, but it is surprisingly stable.
This can't be called a "shelter" yet, but the foundation is already being built, isn't it?
The designated temporary "teaching space" became turbulent, with countless dim shadows moving back and forth, the sound of jingling gold and stone, and hoarse roars constantly hitting the heart and forehead, burning hot.
The "veteran" was not surprised. He had already had a similar experience when he first came into contact with it a few years ago. This should be an emotion that has been suppressed for a long time, and it carries a lot of information. But unfortunately, he was unable to distinguish them one by one, and could only watch them disappear like bubbles after a splendid display.
During this period, only one curse was quite clear:
"A waste of wild tricks!"
The "veteran" reacted quickly and said tit for tat: "Tsk, city dweller! It's rare to be like you."
"..."
"Hey, what's your name? At least let people know who the old man has tricked?"
"..."
"...Hey, people in the city are just poor and generous!"
Darkness is still darkness, a darkness that cannot be penetrated by the faint light of the device.
There was no change in the surrounding physical environment, but the "veteran" saw that a weak and stubborn light was extinguished. Half of the support in the void world disappeared, and the newly erected foundation collapsed and collapsed without a trace.
This "old acquaintance" whom I might have seen before but no longer recognized, finally died.
The "veteran" can do nothing but make sure that he has the construction drawings of the new "shelter" in mind and there are no mistakes or omissions.
When the sky was dimming, Yin Le quietly came outside Ronan's bedroom with a dinner plate. Snake language was sitting there quietly on his knees, with an elegant and steady posture, as if he could keep it up forever without any boredom or slack.
After coming back last night, Ronan forgot to return the Silent Silk to her, so now the snake language is shown in its true colors, with a very similar outline, just adding or subtracting "a few strokes", and there is a "Beishan Snow Painting" that is rare The cold and sinister air loomed in the corners of his brows and eyes, causing the surrounding air pressure to drop by a few points.
Then Yin Le remembered that this was a B-level strongman known for his ruthlessness and mystery. Even if he relied on the Blood Flame Cult, he had gained a lot in recent days and was probably no match for him.
However, Yin Le couldn't help but feel a little conquering pleasure when he saw such a powerful character being humble here. She was all like this, but the person in the room could actually respond with indifference. I really don’t know what kind of structure is in her mind!
Thoughts were running through his mind, but his face was calm and business-like: "Sir, is he in there?"
"I stayed up all night, probably still painting."
Yin Le hesitated for a moment, but then took a step forward. Sheyu opened the lattice wooden door in time and invited her in.
In the bedroom, Ronan was still dressed as "Boss Mo" last night, with his belt still on and even the veil of concealment still on. He was sitting upright on the tatami, holding an electronic pen and facing the virtual workspace in front of him.
It can be seen that his eye sockets are bloodshot and he is quite tired. There is no real movement in his hands, but he has been making imaginary strokes in a small area. Looking at it this way, he seems to be a little excited.
But overall, he was just in a daze.
Since he came in, Yin Le greeted softly: "Sir, would you like some breakfast?"
"Just leave it there." Ronan responded quickly. It was obvious that he was not concentrating or wandering, but was in a state of distracting thoughts.
Yin Le could only follow the order and place the plates with Snake Yu who followed. During this period, she couldn't help but cast her eyes towards the work area, but what she saw were hazy and chaotic lines and blocks of color.
Like the sea but not the sea, the general structure is somewhat familiar...
While he was guessing, he suddenly heard Ronan's instruction: "Go and find out about the technology investment."
Yin Le was stunned for half a second before he remembered the so-called "technical investment". The awkward old man mentioned it last night, but he didn't expect Ronan to take it seriously.
"Yes, I will contact Okudaira Rongzo right away. Or contact that person directly..."
"veteran."
"Ah, yes, 'veteran'."
Ronan still stared at the work area without looking back: "Also, compile a copy of the Soul Religion's information and give it to me."
"……yes."
"By the way, there is also the Deep Blue World. The current development of the Deep Blue World by the Earth, in addition to the research projects of the Deep Blue Platform, what other outputs are there, such as minerals and the like."
Yin Le was a little confused.
She knew about the Deep Blue World, but the location of this place was only gradually known until the "Dark Blue Walker" equipment entered the army in recent years. Whether it is the secular world or the inner world, little information is known about this aspect, and the Blood Flame Order has no relevant reserves.
Moreover, the span of these three commands is quite large, and the connection between them cannot be captured at all.
