Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 257 Teacher
Feng is talking and remembering, and it is also the process of slowly activating its dusty database——

The curation is worthy of being the lineage of technology hunters, and the characteristics of its creations are "sturdy and durable" to the extreme. It has been sleeping for thousands of years, but the infusion of energy has not been blocked by any aging, and it is so smooth.

Immediately.

It stopped talking, the brightness of the projection increased several times, and it let out a soft sigh of satisfaction together with Gray Wind.

The smooth charging is a kind of positive feedback to both the user and the user. Feng only feels refreshed, and he tilts his head to continue to insult the new grandparent with a straight ball politely.

But Huifeng, under Zuo Wu's request, angrily cut off the connections of all the speakers in Fengjian's body, and even covered its mouth.

She was a little angry at Zuo Wu's request.

After all, language is an extremely inefficient means of communication for Gray Wind, but for flesh and blood creatures, her nanocomputer cluster can pass through the gaps between cells and directly reach the nerves to infuse and read thoughts;

For machines and programs, just the crushing of performance means that there is no creation in the galaxy today who can keep secrets in front of him, or even maintain himself-other creations have a personality set by the program, which will be easily smeared by her.

Therefore, when facing Zuo Wu and his party and the Liaoyuan people, Huifeng still chose to communicate through dialogue, which may be another level of her playing tricks.

After being lonely for a million years, Gray Wind will have great patience with all the playmates he meets, just like a well-established person who will accompany a baby to babble, and will never get bored at all.

She is still learning different languages ​​of different civilizations, and she learns by imitating human beings, which are incomparably "realistic" compared to human intelligence, so when communicating with Zuo Wu, she occasionally can't remember what kind of language to use. words.

And, just like textbooks don’t specifically teach people how to swear, the curator’s swearing words can probably be equivalent to the lost treasures in the universe, and she still wants to hear the projections play their role again.

It's a pity that Zuo Wu refused to let her go, and Huifeng simply lost a chance to study, so she was a little upset.

Zuo Wu rubbed his eyebrows:
"Feng, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry; Xiangxin and the others have forgotten many things now; they have forgotten their history, and they have almost forgotten their shame, so it is useless for you to scold them now."

"So, instead of spending the recovered computing power on wording and making sentences, you should teach them their own history and what they should feel guilty about what their ancestors did."

"What happened in the first place?"

After greeting Gray Wind, Feng could finally speak again.

His projection made a gesture of rubbing his throat, and he looked at the confused grandparents and grandchildren with meaningful eyes:
"Usually, in the civilizational beliefs recorded in our universe, there are always some buffoons who are easily depraved by the temptation of the devil, and their minds are not as good as children who will be deceived by the bad guys' candies."

"I am the curator's starship, and I get along with them day and night. Those who understand their personalities will be desperate for exploration, and their curiosity is like a summer wildfire."

"However, at the moment when we are about to win, if we want to switch to the embrace of Renlian because we are curious about the technology mastered by Renlian, then it would be too foolish!"

Feng was sneering, seeing that Xiang Xin's grandparents couldn't understand the simplest words to him, as if a great revenge had been avenged:

"It's nothing more than ignorance, but in the end, in the end...we, who were supposed to win, the universe has become like this. Who knows what kind of role they played in it!"

Zuo Wu clasped his hands, gradually clarifying the thoughts of what Feng experienced.

Its world line used to be brilliant, almost uniting the history of all civilizations in the galaxy, and the technology it mastered was extremely developed because of mutual unity, at least better than Zuo Wu's own universe.

The curators of this world line and even Gray Wind are united together.

But Ke Feng’s world line was also targeted by Renlian. Renlian launched an invasion from the galaxy where Zuo Wu is now. The flames of war have been burning all over Feng’s entire galaxy. During the struggle, they drove Renlian’s invasion back to their starting point.

At this time, at the end of the war, some curators were curious about Renlian’s technology, and wanted to follow Renlian’s retreat and go to another world to indulge in novel knowledge.

The war should finally be over.

It's just that the final result of the war is quite suspicious. According to Feng's description, they should have won a complete victory, and they can start rebuilding their homeland after the war, and restore everything to its previous vigorous appearance.

But the fact is that as far as the eye can see, it is all the dead silence imitated by the gray wind of the world to which the peak belongs, and carrion.

This universe was broken into fragments and grafted into Zuo Wu's world, and those curators who were interested in Renlian's technology did not succeed in going to Renlian's world in the end; they just got lost in that powder world, leaving The descendant who gradually lost all knowledge has been accompanied by Feng who fell into a deep sleep for thousands of years without knowing each other.

What happened at the end of the war?

What did Gray Wind in this world witness, and what was it that made the world look like this with carrion?

The curiosity in Zuo Wu's heart became more and more intense, and he felt that the trip was worthwhile.

He inhaled lightly, and looked out into the outer space: "Feng, the 'Grey Wind' of your world, the Milky Way simulated is what it looked like before Renlian came, including the civilization in this cosmic fragment, yes Bar?"

"...It should be, I have been in a deep sleep...for a long time, some things can only be speculated."

"Where are the orientations of those civilizations?"

Feng hesitated for a moment, and became vigilant, but unfortunately, this vigilance was only raised for a moment, and then was easily erased by Gray Wind.

It directly projected the star map of the entire universe: "Here, and here, are some key traffic nodes before Renlian invaded my universe;"

"If Gray Wind... our silly Gray Wind wants to imitate the civilizations of the past, then it is impossible to let these galaxies go."

listen.

Gray Feng beside Zuo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, and waved his fist: "Hey, who are you calling stupid?!"

Feng didn't answer, just staring at the star map he projected.

Of course Zuo Wu wanted to visit the pointed galaxy, but unfortunately he was the emperor now, not a free man in the past. Even if he had an idea, he still had to discuss it with others.

Through the wired connection of the cable, he started a small meeting in a low voice.

at this time.

Xiang Xin and Xiang Du Shi's grandfather and grandson looked at each other, and Xiang Ying stepped forward.

Ask Du Shi first: "Excuse me, our ancestors, is the knowledge we have mastered a quantity that we can be proud of?"

Feng glanced at him:
"Of course, that's why I can't understand that your direct ancestors have a virus in their brains? You obviously haven't fully grasped the knowledge in your hands, but you want to follow in the footsteps of Renlian... Ha, greedy!"

Narrowing his eyes to Du Shi: "How can the thirst for knowledge be called greed? And how can learning be called betrayal?"

Projection sneered: "That's right, that's right, you are indeed a descendant who directly inherited their chromosomes, and even your speaking style is so close; very good, seeing you like this can also replace my regret that I didn't see the betrayer suffer with my own eyes .”

Xiang Du Shi looked serious: "...What are chromosomes?"

"You forget even that, well, I hope you forget how to reproduce one day."

Seeing one person, one projection slowly tense.

Xiang Xin could only take a step forward and intervene between them: "Wait, Mr. Feng... Miss? Is there a possibility that my grandparents didn't mess up anything?"

Feng's projection pursed his lips: "Didn't mess up anything? Then how did the world become like this?"

Xiang Xin shook his head, and immediately, he couldn't help laughing, feeling a little bit bitter:
"Sorry, I didn't even know that this world shouldn't be full of powder until today; whether it's you or the emperor, I really can't imagine the real world described."

"But, Feng, as you can see, there is no soil suitable for exploration in this world. We have to do our best to survive; if you say that my ancestors are as eager to seek knowledge as my grandfather, then they must not want to see the world. become like this."

"So, even if my ancestors were really the culprits, then they must not have done it intentionally."

Feng shook his head: "If it's not intentional, then it's not their fault, so you don't need to repent?"

Xiang Xin's wry smile didn't diminish at all, and he turned around to discuss with his grandfather, finally figured out the meaning of "repentance", and turned back again:
"Repentance means 'recognizing past mistakes'? I'm sorry, we really can't repent now; because we don't know what the world was like before it was messed up, and how beautiful it was."

Just like a person who has been swimming in the mud all his life, he does not know that the clothes on his body can still be tidy, how much effort it takes to keep them clean, and how uncomfortable it is to be soiled.

Likewise, those who do not know what dizzying hopes this universe has been filled with in the past, will not know how heartrending it is to lose the last moment of a struggle that is about to be won.

Feng Po nodded with some difficulty. It could understand, but it was hard to accept.

And Xiang Xin took another step forward until his body passed through the peak's projection, and then he backed away in surprise, his eyes full of earnestness:
"So, the emperor may have just said a joke casually, but I want to take it seriously; please be our teacher and teach us the knowledge that our ancestors have mastered;"

"And... Please teach me what a pity my ancestors may have destroyed, so that we can repent as you wish and pursue the world we should live in."

Xiang Dushi made a face behind his grandson's back, but immediately bowed his head to Chaofeng;
He is not interested in the so-called confession, but he is extremely eager to be taught. If he pretends to bow his head this time, the benefits he may receive in the future will be incomparable.

Feng was thoughtful.

What it most resembles is the appearance of those betrayers weeping and regretting; but now if they want to get what they want, they need to teach the descendants of the betrayers why they should feel regret?

If this is his own revenge, will the beginning of it go astray?

who cares.

Feng flipped through the diary and found that there were about a hundred descendants of the curator who survived. The two in front of him were just one of the descendants, and they were not very special to him.

The same is true for other descendants, as long as one or two of them are extremely sad because of their teachings, then they will make money no matter what.

thought here.

Feng's projection smiled: "Okay, connect all your people and put them into my body——on the starship driven by your ancestors."

"I will make it my goal to make you miserable."

"I hope that you are like your despicable ancestors. Although you are stupid enough to be attracted by Renlian's technology, you have at least one advantage, that is, you have a good understanding."

……

Zuo Wu just listened attentively to the exchange of the curators behind him, seeing that they seemed to have reached a good agreement, he turned around with confidence.

These curators are a blank slate, but they have subconsciously accepted themselves as the emperor. At least so far, the hundred and ten people have obeyed their words.

There is also Feng, it is the starship I picked up, and it belongs to me after rounding it up!

Although I don't know what effect Feng's teaching can achieve, but among them, there may be a few scientists in the future.

Unlike technology hunters, the team of scientists who only belong to the Imperial Union, is this how it started?

It's amazing.

Turning his attention back to the small meeting, Zuo Wu felt a little headache again; even through the cable, he could still imagine Ai Shanshan's gloomy face.

The sea monster covered his forehead: "So, the matter of this galaxy is not completely clear, and you want to go to the coordinates indicated by the 'peak', and continue to go deep into the cosmic debris?"

Zuo Wu nodded:

"Yes, there is also Ai Shanshan. Our mission is not to find out about a galaxy, but to find out what is going on in this universe and why the creations that entered here lost contact."

"Currently, the reason for the loss of contact... At least one of the reasons has been found, and it is because the particles used for communication are imitated by Gray Wind Carrion, which is just a superficial thing."

Zuo Wu glanced at the starry sky again. It was said to be cosmic debris, but its size was still as large as the Forgotten Territory of the Imperial Union.

"But if the reason for the loss of contact is that simple, then other regimes in our universe will swarm in here, and they will be unstoppable; we are too small to hold this world."

"So, I think it's most cost-effective for us to explore a little deeper while other regimes think that there are Chudan angels raging here, and they dare not disturb them."

"Hey, it is said that the emperors of mankind originated from the exploration of the land; I originally thought that the Milky Way had been explored cleanly, and there would no longer be a 'New World'-like star field, but this time is different."

"Isn't this my own development?"

Ai Shanshan wiped his face: "What about the communication? How to deal with the communication problem? The blunt side is still waiting for us! If the agreed time is exceeded, the other side will regard us as lost contact!"

The photon puppet slowly raised its hand, and carefully glanced at Huifeng: "We have an idea about this~"

"Since the reason for the interruption of wireless communication is that the particles used for conventional communication here have been replaced by powder,"

"Then let's ask our Miss Gray Wind to imitate some particles that can be used and release them, so we can establish contact with the Star Sea Alliance?"

(End of this chapter)