It was evident that Shen Yunmai had imitated Jing Jiu's "hmm".
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He knew that Shen Yunmai would say that he had learned from Liu Ci if he told him.
He was still annoyed that Liu Ci had blocked the heavenly punishment by the West Ocean, so he didn't want to hear this name.
His line of sight fell on the flagon held by Shen Yunmai.
The flagon was made of clay, so it was probably an antique.
Most importantly, the molecules of the wine in the jug had a smell that he was familiar with.
It was neither malt wine nor barley wine. It didn't have the peat, the sweetness of sugar cane, or the fragrance of star anise or cinnamon.
It was a clean and strong white wine.
"You can smell it? It seems that the Logistics Department has copied it well. "
Looking at Jing Jiu's expression, Shen Yunmai seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was severely wounded. "I'll record it for them," he said complacently.
Jing Jiu said, "There is a kind of small golden flower in the south, but it doesn't exist in this world. The taste is a bit different."
This was the wine Nan Wang liked to drink.
It was also the wine he had drunk the most.
"We can't expect the world to be as perfect as we are." Shen Yunmai removed the clay seal and took a sip. After savoring the aftertaste for a while, he continued, "After reading your work, I wanted to imitate it. So I gathered a technical team to tackle the problem and bothered Li Chunyang a few times."
The members of the group were probably the highly skilled craftsmen in the wineries in the Federation of the Milky Way, or the master wine-tasting masters on the vacation planets.
In a sense, what Jing Jiu had been learning these last few days was the same way.
Jing Jiu remembered that the Great Grandmaster Daoyuan had told him that the Immortal Chunyang liked drinking wine very much.
It seemed that this kind of wine had already appeared in the south at that time.
Shen Yunmai handed the flagon to Jing Jiu.
"No, thanks," said Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai didn't mind it. He took another two sips and said while shooting a glance at Jing Jiu, "Don't you want to ask me why I lost an arm?"
Jing Jiu thought that it was just a broken arm; there was no need to ask about it.
He was good at cutting off limbs, so he had seen many people with broken arms over the last one thousand years, such as Jian Xilai.
"Fine, losing an arm is indeed not a big deal. I have twelve spare parts in the fleet. I can just install a new one and do some technical upgrades."
Shen Yunmai picked up the drumstick and tore off a piece. After chewing it a few times, he swallowed it and said, "But it's a little expensive. It'll be troublesome during the budget meeting. I'll have to quarrel and threaten people again."
Jing Jiu had heard many stories and knew that he had to bear the responsibility at this time. He asked emotionlessly, "How expensive?"
Shen Yunmai asked after some thought, "Seven battleships of the latest model?"
Jing Jiu knew a lot of things, but he had no concept of the value of resources. After thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed expensive.
"The price is not a problem." Shen Yunmai looked at the drumstick in his hand and suddenly lost his appetite.
Of course, his body's need for food was a simulated program.
He threw the drumstick down the cliff and said while puffing his cheeks, "It's because I think it's boring to fight."
The Central Star Fleet had conducted a maneuver by the edge of the Sea of Dark Matter. Nominally, it was to prepare for the future Star Chain Plan; in fact, it was to let the soldiers on the fleet get used to this kind of fighting style. Nobody had expected that seventeen battleships would be attacked by the Sea of Dark Matter, or in other words, they had expected it but hadn't predicted it.
Twenty thousand soldiers turned into monsters and attacked their own fleet.
It was a simple statement, but it turned out to be an unimaginable disaster in reality.
The chaos grew more violent, and the fleet was severely damaged. In order to prevent the storm from affecting a larger area, Shen Yunmai had no choice but to take action in person. He led hundreds of military swordsmen in armor to fight against the monsters in the space. The price he paid was the death of more than one hundred swordsmen and one of his arms.
His arm could be repaired, just like any other part of his body. The problem was that the damage had indeed happened in his spiritual world.
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The high peaks of Planet 857 were concentrated near the equator.
This mountain was very high. The cliff edge where Jing Jiu and Shen Yunmai sat was about seven thousand meters above the ground.
The meter was the standard unit for measuring distance in the Federation of the Milky Way.
Nobody knew why it was called meter.
Those who knew it might have disappeared in the long river of history.
The drumstick left Shen Yunmai's long and handsome fingers and fell to the ground after a long time in the cold air, making a "pah" sound.
The gravity on this planet was weaker than that on the Main Planet.
The sound of a drumstick falling to the ground could be heard from seven thousand meters away. It was because Jing Jiu and Shen Yunmai were the strongest humans on this planet.
If they could be counted as humans.
"If … this planet still has some living spores … how long do you think it will take for this drumstick to become a monster?"
All of a sudden, Shen Yunmai raised a very strange and even absurd question.
Jing Jiu had not attended classes in vain these days. He knew that the infection did not only affect living things, but also the organic matter. He said, "Most of the spores exist in the form of a small group of bacteria. If one of them is alive, all of them will be alive. The number of the spores varies from hundreds to tens of thousands. It will only take two hours for the spores to become a monster."
"That's right. That's why I often think that it's fortunate that the infection happened fast enough. Otherwise, many tragedies would have taken place according to human morality."
Having said that, Shen Yunmai looked at the stars in the night sky expressionlessly. It seemed that he found many things very boring.
It was easy to understand what he meant. For example, when his daughter was infected, her family could do nothing but watch her turn into a monster. She also knew that death, or something even more horrible than death, was waiting for her. She would have a mental breakdown and go crazy. She would crawl along the data cable from the third floor to the ground and scream, cry, and laugh in the street in her pajamas. Of course, it was also possible that her throat would be slit by her brother with a knife before she could do anything. Then, the police car or the ambulance would arrive. Her brother would raise his hands and shout that he was innocent and brave, and he would wink at his parents to prove his innocence.
Jing Jiu could understand it, but he did not care too much about it. It was because such things happened all the time in the life community. It was only because some unexpected incidents happened too frequently that they attracted more attention. As a result, it became an ethical issue, a moral issue, and even a social issue that was worth discussing.
Shen Yunmai said, "I like talking with you because you know what I mean. I'm not like those people who always talk too much nonsense and end up talking like chickens and ducks."
Jing Jiu replied, "Hmm."
Shen Yunmai couldn't help but laugh when he thought of his response at the beginning of the conversation.
While laughing, he left the cliff's edge and flew toward the night sky, leaving a trail of blue light in his wake. The light was filled with intense and seemingly substantial energy waves.
Jing Jiu did some calculations and figured that it should be a super-particle nuclear power furnace.
"Go back and have a good rest. I'll take you to see a person and some stars tomorrow."
The mass of blue light flew out of the atmosphere and headed toward a battleship.
Shen Yunmai's voice was still echoing between heaven and earth.
Sound was the sound wave produced by the vibration of an object. It needed a medium to transmit. His voice could penetrate the vacuum, which meant that there must be some kind of particle in the vacuum, or the sound wave had mutated into another form.
There were many problems that needed to be solved, such as this and others.
Many problems could not be solved until the end. As a result, some predecessors believed that there was no such thing as reason in the universe.
Jing Jiu did not accept this view.
His Dao did not accept this kind of nihilism.
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The next morning, the sky was still dark.
Of course, there was not much difference between day and night on Planet 857. It was difficult to see the moment of dawn.
Jing Jiu did not wait for Hua Xi. He brewed an iron pot of tea by himself. The tea was not strong, but it was perfect to his taste. It was much better than Gu Qing's.
After drinking half a cup of tea, Jing Jiu walked out of the room and saw Shen Yunmai leaning against the wall. His left arm had been restored to its original state.
Jing Jiu took a look at it and confirmed that the new arm's mechanical structure, micro-electric induction, and material strength were the same as before. It seemed that he had not had enough time to modify it because he was in a hurry.
A real master did not depend on whether he would turn around to look at the explosion, but on whether he needed to sleep or not.
Neither Jing Jiu nor Shen Yunmai needed to sleep. The experts and scholars in the research institute were also freaks who seldom slept.
Along with the beeping sound, the authorization was confirmed. They walked into the research institute and saw the brightly lit laboratories and the scholars whose heads were even brighter than the lights.
Professor Long's head was also very bright. Jing Jiu did not even look at him. He followed Shen Yunmai into the meeting room.
Someone was already waiting for them in the meeting room.
It was a middle-aged professor. His eyes were calm like the spring breeze, and he looked amiable.
But if one looked more carefully, one would find something special about him.
It was obvious that this middle-aged professor had been seriously injured recently. The smell of the psychotropic drug and genetic recombination materials was very pungent, even more pungent than the smell of alcohol on Hua Xi.
Jing Jiu said, "I didn't expect to see you so early, Mr. Zeng."
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