Chapter 551

Flame, active medium of material and energy exchange, hotbed of chemical reaction, one of the most sacred private plots of alchemy.

Lu Zhengkang stretched out his hand and grasped the bright orange fire. Yes, he grasped the fire without being burned or harming the fire. The will of alchemy is like a cold invisible palm, holding the power of light and heat.

Lu Zhengkang pressed the flame on the palm beside him. The orange light penetrated into the texture of the tree, and the surface of the fine bark exuded the brilliant glow of magma.

[flesh and blood level 1, tenacity Level 2, soul level 0]

the palm in the fire sounds like a real animal, and the cry of the tree is like the sharp sound of iron sheet cutting paper, hissing like the wind. Lu Zhengkang is now in a strong emotional mood, and he can see the soul of the tree in front of him, a green fluorescent tree, which is bound by the chain of fire and dragged into the fire Department.

Soon, the palm, as high as 14 meters, burned violently. The temperature twisted the cold and humid air around him. The temperature did not make Lu Zhengkang afraid, and even had the joy of being close. It was hard to describe that Lu Zhengkang did not know how to express his deep love with the fire.

Fire has no soul, no thought, but like hands and feet, it doesn't speak, but it listens to the command.

No one knows how Lu Zhengkang, including himself, endured the heat of nearly 1000 degrees with the body of a new whiteboard man.

Everything is very good, except unscientific.

However, ten seconds later, the fire burned out, and the trees were completely blackened and soft. Lu Zhengkang touched it lightly, and the charcoal crumbs fell down, revealing a green wooden stick, smooth and devastated, and the surface was covered with lustrous color.

Here hides the essence of palm, which is thoroughly refined, flesh and soul, tough and solid.

When Lu Zhengkang took down the stick, a huge tree turned into black smoke on the earth.

"Not bad." The green stick born in the fire is actually cold, "now, call me arsonist."

The flaming fire shines brightly on the coast. The gray skin natives rush out of their simple wooden and leather shed. The chief's long roof is covered with silver tingpi. There are 16 tribes in the coastal area, and all the soldiers are led by the leader to the direction of fire.

Fortunately, the distribution of the jungle is not continuous, so there is a buffer, and the fire is fleeting. When the aborigines arrive, a forest has been burned, and a tall human is collecting his own works.

In fact, the properties of trees are almost the same, so what is forged is basically green cylindrical wood.

Lu Zhengkang checked them one by one and found that the properties of these sticks are completely inherited from the original trees. The only difference is that these refined materials are easy to be plastic, that is, they can be rubbed into shape by his bare hands. This is great. Two sticks can be rubbed together, and the properties can be superimposed, which is even better.

Now Lu Zhengkang's mind is full of inspiration, and his whole body is full of artistic germs.

The forest land turned to scorched earth, and the crimson embers flickered. The aborigines gathered together and panicked. They could not understand what they saw. The giant in red walked through the fire prison under the gloomy red sky and took measures to catch fire.

The aborigines who had been given blood spears by Lu Zhengkang yelled. Lu Zhengkang glanced at them. No matter how noisy these Aborigines were, he only focused on collecting the gold smelting materials himself. After a while, he glanced again. Those guys disappeared. No, they were all lying on the ground. They were short, and it was hard to find them immediately No trace.

At this time, Lu Zhengkang also understood that the aborigines regarded him as a God.

Even so, communication is a big problem when language is not available.

In a word, Lu Zhengkang has some immature ideas about communication. In a word, his idea is cruel.

he walks up to an Aboriginal villain and cuts off the neck bone of the sacrifice by himself under the solemn and almost sacred gaze of the people. Out of humanity, his actions are very sharp. In reality, the faces of the researchers who observe this scene are unnatural Come on.

Colonel Lin nodded admiringly, "yes, we shouldn't have too much pity for virtual characters. This boy is very good."

The black haired monster drank cassia tea, "you have to be careful of the mental health of the internal examiners. People are not weapons. People are ambitious. You should also know how so many capitulators come. This game is not simply holographic virtual reality. With his talent, if he had unlimited life and power in the game, would he still remember his mission? Ra9 won the world with this promise of eternal life, huh He took a sip and wanted to go on.

But big brother waved his hand to stop him, "you have to believe that every Chinese citizen, the red spirit will always live in our hearts, all sugar coated shells can't knock us down."

"You said it yourself. Do you really believe it?"

The elder brother turned around and looked at the black haired monster. "Why don't you believe it? If you don't even believe the people we speak like this, who else do you expect to hear from? I know that science is a subject full of doubts. I also know that the development of civilization cannot do without science. But do you know the biggest difference between man and machine? ""Intelligence, to be exact, computing power, looks at the world from different perspectives, so the idea of birth is also different."

"Of course you are right. Artificial intelligence can be the same as human beings or even higher than us. I have to admit that the biggest difference between machines and human beings is ignorance and religion." Captain Lin points to the screen of the game. The boy cuts off the head of an aborigine with a stone axe and connects it to his neck. The bright red blood rich in iron ions gushes out, splashes on the corpses and the earth, and bounces back to the rest of the aborigines' bodies and faces. However, they have no fear and anger, some have only piety and joy.

The black haired monster didn't like Lu Zhengkang's style. He muttered, "machines don't want to live and fear death either."

"Yes, machines are not afraid of death, because they lack the understanding of death. Maybe for them, as long as a program is alive, they are alive. As long as a program is still in ra9, they are not dead. However, people are afraid of death, change and everything, but sometimes they are afraid of nothing.

"In the old days, landlords were superstitious about land, but now capitalists are infatuated with money, Buddhists are infatuated with detachment, Taoists are infatuated with immortals, and Christians are infatuated with God. Every one of us is always confused and constantly changing. What remains unchanged is religion, and foolish ideas are born with us.

"The relationship between man's wisdom and confidence is not simply proportional. You also know that the foolish are often arrogant, the wise are frightened, the universe is vast, but the sages have their own understanding. Mr. Xiwen has also said that we should not be happy with things and we should not be sad with ourselves. People with faith can deal with all difficulties and setbacks.

"For us, our belief is to liberate the world. Although this slogan has not been mentioned for a long time, it has never disappeared. Similarly, although this boy has doubts about the strength of the collective, he always has a red flag in his heart. That's why I'm willing to trust every citizen. Those who have seen the sun will no longer be infatuated with the dark.

"The earth is the earth of the earth people, the moon is also ours, and the universe belongs to us. Machines have no faith, only programmed tasks, which is the reason for their failure."

Director Jiang quietly drank a thermos cup of tea, suddenly sighed, "although your words are biased, but I appreciate your integrity and persistence as a soldier."

They stopped talking and looked at the screen together. The boy rubbed his head into a dull skin mask and put it on his face. Next, the lips of the mask opened and closed, and the natives around him made a joyful gesture.

"It's incredible."