Jing Jiu grabbed the alarm from a distance and crushed it into pieces.
The ear-piercing alarm stopped abruptly.
This magic treasure should be able to send an alarm when it collected the sound of a stranger.
The people in this world were living too intensely.
Yet, there were so many magic treasures in such an ordinary courtyard house; it seemed that the status of the Equipment Sect here was quite high.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu walked into the toilet and threw the powder in his hand into the toilet bowl. Then, he pressed the button to flush the toilet bowl away.
He had seen the young woman use the toilet bowl in the early morning, so he knew it was a toilet bowl that flushed automatically. Though it was a bit novel, he didn't feel sentimental about it, because he had no use for it anyway.
He walked back to the living room and adjusted the cushions. He lay down in a more comfortable position and began to watch TV again, trying to learn how the people here spoke.
In the beginning, his pronunciation was a bit awkward, but as he grew more proficient, he began to compare the pronunciation with what he understood in his consciousness, and the pronunciation became clearer and clearer.
The words on the TV looked similar to the words in Chaotian, but he couldn't understand them at all.
Jing Jiu got up from the chair reluctantly and walked into another room.
This room was not very large. The three walls were lined with bookshelves that reached the ceiling, and the books were arranged neatly on the bookshelves, making the room look even more cramped.
Standing in the middle of the room, one would have a strong feeling of being pressed down.
It was unclear why there were so many books on paper.
Jing Jiu sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. As he moved his fingers slightly, all the books on the bookshelves drifted out, moving without the aid of the wind.
Back in the Guocheng Temple, he and the Zen Master used this method to read the scripts; it was the most convenient and efficient method.
Soon, he found that he had made a mistake. He couldn't understand the words in these books, so it was useless no matter how fast he read them.
He picked two books that seemed to be the easiest to understand and probably related to the introduction of words, and started reading.
In the next moment, he started reading other books.
The doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, and the curtains blocked the scenery on the street and the narrow corner of the universe.
Though there was no wind, the books floating in the air were turning the pages on their own.
Without any light, he was reading them with his eyes closed.
All of a sudden, a faint tearing sound rang out.
These books were already very old, and some of the paper had already turned yellow and brittle. Just like that, they were flipped by the formless wind, and they actually broke just like that.
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Twilight was also an extremely luxurious thing for the streets below.
The change between day and night was always so fast and silent under the interference of the bright street lights, catching people off guard.
The door opened, and the silver-haired girl walked in tiredly. She casually threw her bag on the table, and then threw herself on the bench.
She lay there for a long time. Just when Jing Jiu thought she would fall asleep, she stood up and poured herself a glass of water. After taking her medicine and dinner, she walked into the room, opened the curtains, and looked at the tiny night sky above the street. Her eyes were full of yearning.
After an unknown period of time, she withdrew her gaze and turned to leave. Suddenly, she saw a piece of paper under the bookshelf. She squatted down to pick it up, and her expression changed abruptly.
She searched the bookshelf with her trembling fingers. Finally, she found a book and opened it. One of the pages was indeed torn.
Studying in the academy was already very tiring, and living alone made her feel powerless and exhausted. At this time, when she returned home and saw that her most precious thing was suddenly damaged, the silver-haired girl could no longer bear it. She hugged her knees and squatted on the ground, crying.
"Dad … mom … Little Yellow … I miss you guys so much. I'm so useless … Why is this world so unfair?"
Standing behind her, Jing Jiu didn't let his shadow fall on her, listening to her sad story while crying.
Her mother died due to a problem in the gene modification when the girl was very young. Her father was a professor at the New Era Institute. In order to prepare the funds for her gene modification in the future, he followed the advice of an important figure and invested all his savings in a fund, and even paid off the loan. Unexpectedly, the merchant fleet guaranteed by the fund encountered a dreadful battle between a human swordsman and the Mother Nest on their way back. More than thirty merchant ships and their cargo were all turned into green smoke.
The fund went bankrupt. Her father had no choice but to declare bankruptcy because he owed a large sum of money to the bank. He moved from the residential area of the institute to the lower level, where he didn't need to pay the rent. Bankruptcy was not the problem; the real problem was the debt. He couldn't complete the expensive gene modification of the third level for his beloved daughter anymore. All he could do was watch her being consumed by the disease like her mother … The seemingly strong man was actually so fragile at some point. He chose to commit suicide. In the professor's opinion, his daughter wouldn't have to bear the debt with him, so she would have an easier time in her limited life. However, he had never thought that his death would be the heaviest burden for his daughter.
In addition to his own death, the professor left his daughter a room full of paper books and a cat.
Now the big yellow cat was dead as well.
The silver-haired girl couldn't stop crying while holding her knees.
Looking at her, Jing Jiu apologized to her in his mind.
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Jing Jiu wouldn't feel sorry even if he destroyed the Inherited Heaven Sword, to say nothing of tearing a piece of paper. The reason he had such a feeling toward the silver-haired girl was because the big yellow cat in the photo reminded him of Ada, whom he might never see again. He had a strange feeling about her.
In short, he lived in this house like a ghost. He watched TV with the silver-haired girl, watched her play on the computer, and listened to her murmuring to herself. He played on the computer in secret after she fell asleep and used the magic to cool down the computer before she woke up. He would sit in the chair and watch TV after she went to school. He would only go to that room to read books when he felt bored. His actions were much more careful now.
It took him only a few days to learn that the name of the silver-haired girl was Zong Lizi, as well as her life since she was a child and many other things related to this world.
This was a human world.
It was true that they were the same as the humans in Chaotian … humans.
The two of them were very similar in terms of their body structure, their way of thinking, their way of communicating, their emotions and words.
If they were considered in the context of a long period of time and a boundless universe, they were exactly the same.
Jing Jiu relied on the TV, the computer, the books and the observation of the silver-haired girl to come to this conclusion.
This human world occupied a part of the universe, and there were probably hundreds of solar systems. In terms of administration, they were independent, but they had a unified, symbolic king, and in terms of military and science, they had to accept the unified leadership of the Alliance.
This unified organization was called the Human Federation of the Milky Way. Jing Jiu was on a planet called the Stargate. This planet had been emptied many years ago, and it was an important base of the Federation.
There were dozens of human governments similar to the one on the Stargate in the Federation of the Milky Way, each of which had a female priest. The most important function of the female priest was to pass on the ancient knowledge.
It was rumored that the ancient knowledge came from the distant ancient civilization a great many years ago. It was said that the distant ancient civilization of the humans was very advanced and had created a magnificent scene in the universe. Unfortunately, they encountered the most formidable enemy in the universe, the Sea of Dark Matter, in the later stage.
The distant ancient civilization and the Sea of Dark Matter had perished together in a brutal war, and the universe had recovered its initial peace.
New flowers would grow out of the dust. As time elapsed, the humans and their enemies had recovered from the nothingness at the same time, and then resumed the war that was like a cycle. What mattered now was who could recover to the heyday of their civilization and wipe out their opponents.
In this war, the Federation of the Milky Way had been on the defensive or at a disadvantage. Even though the gene modification had been improved and the Cultivation of martial arts had been popularized, they were still not a match for the evil dark forces. They were on the verge of being defeated and being swallowed up. A few swordsmen with god-like strength and leaders with unimaginable mental strength had suddenly appeared in the Federation one hundred years ago. They had led the Federation to hang on until today.
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Jing Jiu liked the terms "universe", "permanent star" and "planet" very much, and he was quite used to the term "king"; but he was a bit unfamiliar with the terms "administration", "gene" and "civilization". As for the term "Sea of Dark Matter" … it was a bit too casual; it was no different from the Milky Way he had read on the bookshelf.
The descriptions of the Sea of Dark Matter in the books and on the television news he had read were rather vague, and it was evident that the Sea of Dark Matter was covered up. Jing Jiu didn't believe that the Sea of Dark Matter had only those black, handleless dandelions. Those monsters gave him a familiar feeling, indicating that the Sea of Dark Matter was not so simple.
Those god-like swordsmen and wise leaders who had suddenly appeared one hundred years ago also gave him a familiar feeling.
This had nothing to do with his narcissism, but rather with time.
If one day in the starry sky was equivalent to one year in Chaotian, one hundred years was equivalent to thirty thousand years in Chaotian.
It was the time when the founding grandmasters of Aoyama ascended.
It was also the time when the founding grandmasters of Zhongzhou School ascended.
Where did those ascendants of Chaotian go later?
Was there any connection between these two events?
It was not Jing Jiu's habit to look up at the starry sky and consider the fate of the humans even when he was in the underground sewer. He had to solve his own problem first.
The most important thing for him was the nature of this world.
Why did those fireballs, which were called permanent stars, emit the purest fairy energy?
Jing Jiu thought that he needed to study all kinds of knowledge systematically, including astronomy and physics, just like what he had done back in the small village.
The computer of the girl with silvery hair required the identification of her retina to access the network of the institute, and the regular network for civilian use had many restrictions. The books in the room were not deep enough, and the TV was full of nonsense, devoid of any useful information. What should he do? Moreover, living in this house like a ghost, it was not convenient for him to use the computer or read the books. He thought he should make some changes.
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One night, Zong Lizi returned to the underground neighborhood from the New Era Institute and walked into her house with tired steps.
She took off the hair band, her silvery hair flowing down, looking as beautiful as the starlight.
After pouring a cup of water and taking the pills, she was about to throw herself onto the soft chair like a school bag when she suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if something that had been with her for a long time had left her.
It was like her father leaving her house soundlessly, or Little Yellow Dog sneaking out of the house before his death.
Looking at her house and ascertaining that nothing had changed, she couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking that nobody had been with her all this time; what was she thinking about?
It was then that the doorbell rang.
Feeling surprised, she turned on the light screen and asked, "Who is it? What's the matter? "
A youth wearing a tracksuit and a hat appeared on the light screen.
"I saw the recruitment notice for co-renting on the network of the institute."
The brim of the hat was a bit low, blocking the youth's face, but it didn't block his voice.
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Today is the birthday of the Punching Bag and the Fire Beacon, as well as Chen Changsheng. Tomorrow is the birthday of the Butterfly Blue. Happy birthday to them, and happy birthday to everybody.
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