C Language Cultivation

Lin Xun, who was expecting Xiu Xian, was no longer negative. He entered the system space again and decided to find out the law of operation of this space.

First, he checked the folder where the program was stored through the compiler.

He thought that the light body technique was transformed into program code and entered into the compiler, and then run, so that he gained light power in real life. If he can find the file for this program, read it, and understand its principles-then it is possible for him to imitate it and create other skills.

However, things were not as smooth as he thought. The folder was empty, only the helloword file and loop program file he had edited previously, and there was no trace of light body technique. This shortcut was cut off.

Lin Xun stopped trying and turned to the task interface.

According to his current understanding, there are two types of tasks, main task and side task.

The main task is to upgrade the immortal, from the gas refining period all the way up, the rewards are given to martial territory, martial capital and spiritual power.

He doesn’t know much about the side missions yet, but he guesses that the missions related to the cultivation of immortal life such as “Walking into the Immortal Gate” are rewarded with chaotic treasure chests and spiritual powers.

The known fact is that the martial arts territory corresponds to the Luoshen company’s site, and the martial arts funds may represent the company’s current working capital, and the chaotic treasure chest can randomly open some treasures related to the cultivation of immortals.

What does that spiritual force do?

Represent your own cultivation?

It should not be that when the system grants spiritual rewards, there is no special response from your body.

“Hello?” Lin Xun made a noise, trying to interrogate this mysterious system.

No one answered.

“Hello, are you there?”

Still no one, it seems that the mechanical sound is not intelligent, but it needs a certain thing to trigger.

Lin Xun noted this conclusion and began to move around in space.

He has figured out the compiler interface and task interface. The only thing that I don’t understand yet is the dim tree.

He turned and walked to the tree.

For this tree, he has always insisted on the initial guess.

The junction between the trunk and the root is “c”, so the trunk upwards, and many branches and branches represent other branches of the programming language.

This is a skill tree, or technology tree.

There are many programming languages ​​in this world, and each has its own role. C is a very classical one, but its status cannot be shaken.

For example, Wang Jingjian’s favorite language is Python, but what is Python built for? Still c.

So, this technology tree started from c, and gradually expanded upward, and gave birth to countless branches-so, how should he light this tree?

An idea emerged in Lin Xun’s heart, using spiritual force.

Perhaps, if his spiritual power is accumulated to a certain extent, he can unlock other languages ​​and other platforms. In this way, programming will become much easier-although c is very versatile, it is also very inconvenient.

After exploring this space, Lin Xun felt in his heart, and finally looked at the progress bar of the foundation, 91%, he left with satisfaction.

A message popped up on the phone again, it was Old Huo.

“Tuer, come to Weishidong Mansion before the end of tomorrow, and preach to you for the teacher.”

Lin Xun thought about the group’s style of “dating each other in love with each other”. After considering for a while, he replied: “Received.”

But he did not know what the concept of “Mamo” was. After opening the search engine and searching, he learned that this meant that he would go to Old Huo’s house before seven o’clock tomorrow.

Putting down the phone and hopping for a while in the room with light body technique, Lin Xun returned to the computer. Dongjun explained several key issues to him tonight. His programming was very smooth and a little addictive. He slept at nearly eleven.

After getting up at six o’clock, after washing, Wang Jingjian and Zhao Jizhuo haven’t moved yet-their usual lifestyle is from eight o’clock.

Lin Xun left a message to them: “Grandpa Huo came to me, I went out, and I don’t know when to come back. You hire programmers yourself.”

Taking the first subway, Lin Xun went to Huo Lao’s residence.

Siheyuan, if the house is sold, it is astronomical.

And Mr. Huo’s assets can be regarded as destiny-it is said that his ancestors uploaded two houses, one is the current courtyard house, and the other is a two-entry courtyard in the north of the city.

When the modernization of the motherland started, the yard in the north caught up with the demolition. As compensation, Mr. Huo got two sets of buildings.

But the old man didn’t like to live in a building, and the building was the nail in his eyes. He sold the two sets and replaced several yards in the old city.

Then…these yards caught up with another batch of demolition.

Demolition and demolition, endless. Mr. Huo’s assets have grown as big as snowballs, and now the value of ordinary people is hard to imagine.

Lin Xun took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a little boy, 8 or 9 years old, who should be the grandson or great-grandson of Mr. Huo. He only heard him ask: “Who are you?”

“My name is Lin Xun and I will find Grandpa Huo.”

“Sect Master!” said the little boy: “Brother Lin is here!”

This “Sect Master” immediately pulled Lin Xun into the environment of cultivation of immortals.

I saw two pomegranate trees planted in the yard. Under one pomegranate tree was a large stone jar with carved crane patterns. Under another tree is a set of quaint stone tables and chairs. Old man Huo is sitting at the table and reading with reading glasses. When he sees Lin Xun, he beckons: “Come on, sit down.”

As he approached, Lin Xun saw that there was a lotus in the big stone jar. There were fish under the lotus, one in gold and one in red.

This scene is leisurely and immortal.

However, in this part of the city, to be so relaxed and immortal, countless money is needed!

Lin Xun had no money, so the awe of Old Huo went to the next level.

“Tu’er,” Old Huo’s expression was very kind: “Come here and let the teacher touch your roots.”

Lin Xun stepped forward.

Old Man Huo touched his shoulder, then touched his arm, and then said: “Yes, yes, I have a successor to the Promise Sect! This time, it will not be compared with Qingcheng Mountain!”

Lin Xun drummed in his heart: “Master, what are you going to do on the Dao party?”

“People who have succeeded in the cultivation of the Tao are naturally talking about Taoism… You juniors, learn from each other. If you get the first three, Shimen will naturally have a light on her face.” Speaking of this, old man Huo glared: In the past, the Qingcheng Mountain always overwhelmed us. This time, you must give me the Promise of the Promise Sect!”

Lin Xun: “…good.”

It seems that even those who cultivate immortals will inevitably fight for victory.

He said again: “But Master, I don’t know how to do martial arts.”

Just listen to Old Huo said: “What does it matter!”

Lin Xun humbly asked: “Master, how do you say this?”

——He tried to use the language of Wen Cre.

Old man Huo said: “My name is Wu Jizong, do you know what this means?”

Lin Xun: “I don’t know.”

“Promise, but infinite, endless!” Old Huo said: “My disciples of Promise, will never be bound by martial arts moves!”

Lin Xun asked: “So… what should I do?”

Old man Huo said: “We use the pressure of people!”

Then he said: “You look.”

Lin Xun watched Old Man Huo raise his hand, and the branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree moved up and down, as if being blown by the wind: “This is the spirit that manipulates the world.”

The old man closed his hand and continued: “The mystery of my Promise Sect’s martial arts is to manipulate the vast aura between heaven and earth! Go, he can only catch it!”

-Then the question is coming.

Lin Xun asked cautiously: “So how to manipulate Reiki?”

Old Huo blows his beard and glares: “What are you talking about?”

Lin Xun was puzzled and repeated: “How to manipulate spiritual power?”

“You’ve been breathing into your body, wouldn’t you understand what spiritual power is?”

good question.

Lin Xun did not know how to… answer.

I wrote a helloworld, and then breathed in?

He glanced at Old Huo, and dodged a little.

Old Huo said: “You close your eyes!”

Lin Xun closed his eyes.

Old Huo: “Look around.”

Lin Xun: “?”

What do you think when you close your eyes?

Just listening to Old Man Huo continued: “Don’t you feel the air of nothingness floating around you? This is the aura of the Lord without heaven and earth!”

Lin Xun: “…”

He seems to be a scumbag now, and he knows nothing about the content of the teacher’s explanation, and he doesn’t know where to start.

Where has this happened in the past 20 years of his life?

For a while, he was confused.

This moment of confusion exhausted Mr. Huo’s patience and only listened to him: “Can’t you feel it?”

Lin Xun was ashamed: “The disciples are not good at learning art.”

“What the **** is going on!” Old Huo was so angry that his beard was uplifted: “The old man is probing the meridians of the people around him every day and finally grasping the material that you can make.

Lin Xun realized that he was criticized.

Unexpectedly, for the first time in his life, he was criticized by the teacher because he did not cultivate immortals.

Old Man Huo took a few deep breaths: “Fuck! You can go back and feel yourself, don’t be slack! Hum, the old man has been suffering from meridians recently and can no longer be angry for you!”

Lin Xun behaved well: “Is Master’s health bad recently?”

“I don’t know why, my meridians have not been smooth for the past two years. I don’t know if it’s because of old age-but the old Xiaoyaozi has no such problems!”

Lin Xun looked at the program interface of Old Huo.

Now, Mr. Huo has no program running because there is no exercise.

Yesterday, Mr. Huo used a crawler program to obtain outside information. Only then did he discover himself and take him as an apprentice.

Reminiscent of Master’s sentence “The old man is exploring the meridians of the people around him every day”, Lin Xun vaguely had a guess.

Daily exploration of the meridians of people around Dantian, which is a daily crawler program to grab outside information.

Most of this information is useless. And they may have been stored in Mr. Huo’s body just like that-if Mr. Huo’s explorations lasted for several years, or even ten years, the accumulated data is massive.

If the human body is compared to a computer, the elderly are like a computer with a significant drop in performance-the old computer, and any unbelievable problems will occur. A large amount of useless data becomes junk files and accumulates on the disk, which may greatly reduce the operating speed of the system!

Reflected in “Xianxian”, it is manifested as the meridian of the meridians.

Whether this analysis is correct or not, it is a possibility.

Lin Xun opened his mouth and worked hard to translate two languages: “Master absorbs the spirit of heaven and earth every day, maybe in the meridian…accumulate impurities, if there is a way to remove it, I believe that the meridian will no longer be astringent.”

Old Huo originally disappointed that his eyes were gradually disappointed, and he almost wrote a sentence “the wood can not be carved,” but after hearing this, his eyes gradually became thoughtful: “This… what you said, there is also a little sense. Huh, you This kid does have some Huigen.”