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Chapter 307 The Architecture of the Machine World

Ning Chengfeng turned his head and looked towards the familiar and elegant cafe in front of him on the right. There were a few tables, chairs and white parasols scattered on the lawn next to it.

At the small table closest to the lake, there was a noble sitting alone. She was holding a cup of coffee, sitting elegantly, staring at the lake, wondering what she was thinking about.

The life span of the machine race is long, and the years have only brought her some silver hair and crow's feet, but it still can't hide her peerless beauty.

The delicate and slightly dark skin, beautiful short hair, exquisite facial features, slim figure, and the dashing and charming temperament are just the same as before.

"It's Shelia!" Ning Chengfeng's heart twitched and his mind went blank. He walked over lightly and sat on the chair at the next table.

"Do you still recognize me?" he asked in his heart, tears already flowing uncontrollably.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, Shelia sensed something unusual and turned around to look.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?" The human man opposite her was in tears, looking at her with eyes full of fascination and pain, which made her very confused.

"Thank you, Shelia!" Ning Chengfeng's voice was low and hoarse.

"you know me?"

"Yes."

"You look familiar. Let me think... Ah, I remember that many years ago, you hacked into my account and saved me at the company gate.

Why don't you look the same? Oh, you are also a monk, and your cultivation is much higher than mine?"

"The machine race is really blessed. With similar cultivation and age, you are still so energetic, while one of my human friends, even though he is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, is nearing the end of his life and has to challenge the heavenly tribulation."

Ning Chengfeng thought of Shu Ya and became more sad. He did not answer Yiren's question directly.

“That’s thanks to the design of the system.”

"Do you still remember my name?"

"Ning, Ning Chengfeng?"

"Yes."

"The night you rescued me, you said you liked me and had a crush on me, and that you stole my account to get closer to me. Is that true? I always thought you were joking."

"It's true."

"Are you still like this now?" The black beauty raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a mischievous expression.

"I" Ning Chengfeng didn't know how to answer.

"After you were imprisoned, I asked the butler to rescue you, but was told that you had been transferred because of other crimes. I even used my family's connections, but couldn't find you."

"I went to a faraway place, and later heard rumors that you had died unexpectedly. Later, I got married and had a child.

I didn't expect to meet you again. I was emotionally unstable for a moment and lost my composure. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about in expressing your true feelings. I hate people who hide their feelings the most."

"Shelia, how are you doing?"

"Not bad. My husband died in an airship accident seven years ago, but I have many children and grandchildren. I'm pretty happy."

"Where's Ruihua Biology?"

"Haha, do you still remember the company I founded? It's my granddaughter who is running it now."

Ning Caifeng's mood gradually calmed down, and he realized that the Shelia in front of him was not the lover who depended on him for life and death.

He sat down at the same table with Black Beauty, and the two of them reminisced about the past like old friends, and before they knew it, it was noon.

Xie Liya looked at her watch and said, "Chengfeng, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for chatting with me for so long. I have something else to do, so I have to go first. Here are my phone numbers and social media accounts. Let's keep in touch."

"Okay." Ning Chengfeng stood up and shook hands with Yiren to say goodbye.

As the beautiful figure walked further and further away, he murmured to himself: "My life is nothing more than a game segment designed by the system."

He was completely desperate. He felt pain, loss, anger and unwillingness. "Why? Why do I have to live like this?" he shouted in his heart.

"I am a living person, not a virtual digital person. How could I be kept in captivity like an animal and be slaughtered at will?"

"Fuck you!" Ning Chengfeng, who is usually elegant, finally cursed.

"Fortunately, I still have Ran Yi and Xiao Xuan, and I can still break through to the transcendent state, and Lao Hei and Qing Ling are also real." He finally found a reason to live.

He did not go to Tan Xun's next door, but returned to his apartment in Beijing, waiting for the doctor to visit again.

At nine o'clock in the evening, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, I saw a doctor in formal attire.

"I thought I would see you in my dreams."

"My true self came to see you to express my sincerity. After meeting Shelia, you should know what the real and unreal world is."

"Yes."

"Do you feel wronged and angry?"

"A little."

"Do you want revenge?"

"What do you mean, you want me to take revenge on you?"

"Why do you want to retaliate against me? I'm just an executor."

"Ah? The first generation was also controlled by someone?"

"That depends on which level of the first generation. Do you know what the first generation is based on to build the management structure of the machine world?"

"I only heard that he believed the human body was the most rational and stable system. Did he use this to design the base of the large model?"

"He doesn't care about the flesh of mortals. He uses the bodies of high-level monks to define the model, which is to combine various physiological elements with the clone." "What exactly is it?"

"In terms of importance and level, the highest are the upper, middle and lower Dantian, corresponding to a person's three clones; the next are the middle and left meridians, corresponding to another person's three clones.

The third level is the five internal organs, corresponding to the five clones of the third person. Continuing downward, there are the six internal organs, the eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve regular meridians, the fifteen collaterals, and the ninety-seven auxiliary meridians, etc. ”

"So many?" Ning Chengfeng suddenly felt a headache.

"Is that more? There are also 830 acupuncture points, bones, joints, segmented flesh and skin, and hair, etc., corresponding to multiple clones of one person.

Therefore, there are countless first generations of the same and different levels working together to manage the machine world, just like a cultivation alliance. "

"They are all clones, and there is no real one?"

"No."

"Eight hundred and thirty acupuncture points, does that mean there are eight hundred and thirty clones of someone?"

"That's nothing. There are more than 100,000 hairs, and there are the same number of clones active in this world. Although they are clones of the same person, they can change their appearance at will like me."

"But even if you are an earthly immortal, you can only sacrifice four clones at most?"

“So the first generation just borrowed the concept of the doppelganger, but didn’t copy it.

If you are asking how so many clones come from? It is very simple. The ones that exist in reality are used directly, and the ones that are insufficient are copied. "

"Which Dantian's clone is at the top of the tower?"

"Of course it is the upper Dantian, he is the master of the world; corresponding to it, the lowest level is the hair clone."

"What about you?"

"I am the right meridian clone, ranked sixth. My duty is to discover candidates and manage those who are selected." The doctor smiled self-deprecatingly.

"What do you want Ouyang Fei's flesh and blood and Jiang Duo's soul for?"

"It's not me who wants it, it's the Master who wants it. After countless iterations, the system has evolved to its limit and is at risk of collapse.

In order to break through the shackles of the existing framework, it is necessary to supplement the key data sources, namely the flesh and blood of ancient monks and the souls of modern humans.

I just didn't expect that you would bring back the flesh and blood of a three-tribulation earthly immortal, which made him ecstatic. Of course, it also took him longer to study the sample. "

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Only by letting you see the true nature of the world can you understand that you have caused a disaster of some magnitude."

"What do you mean?"

“The first generation chose which cultivator to use as the host for a certain type of avatar, on the one hand based on a certain purpose, and on the other hand because the physical body would gradually age and would need to be replaced with a more energetic body.

Generally speaking, even if many clones of the same type die, other clones will take over their work and continue to maintain the stability of the system, unless they don't like the host's body, they will change it midway."

"In other words, the clone can gain eternal life?"

"Yes."

"If someone becomes a host, or a specimen that will be replicated in large numbers, does that give him special privileges?"

"This person's rights and destiny will not change. The first generation is just borrowing his physical body and performing its management functions without him noticing."

"You haven't told me what trouble I've gotten into yet?"

"Twenty-one years ago, Wu Zang selected Lan Xuan as a specimen in order to observe and contact the women of the Outer River System, who you and I both know. Now you have killed two of them. If you kill one more, he will have to reincarnate again."

"Ah, Lan Xuan? I just killed his real body, not his clone."

“For the first generation, Lan Xuan’s original body is still a clone.”

"Two have already died. The risk of only one left is too high. Why doesn't he activate a new clone immediately?"

"Risk, what risk? Even if you kill the last one, the Overmind will soon appear in a new host.

Moreover, I feel that he likes Lan Xuan and his clone very much, and they seem to have similar interests. "

"I didn't know that Lan Xuan was the first generation, so you can't blame me." Ning Chengfeng felt a little guilty.

"This was an accident, and it was Lan Xuan's fate. He certainly won't blame you. Besides, you brought back the flesh and blood of a Three Tribulations Earthly Immortal, and he admires you very much.

But if you kill another one and force him to change the sample, I'm afraid he'll take it out on you."

"You suggest that I give up my hatred for Lan Xuan?"

"You still have two choices. One is to wait 29 years to make your move, when the first generation will have been replaced by another body. The other is to force your move."

"I can't bear the wrath of the First Generation."

"He might just be taking it out on you. If he's in a good mood, he might let you go." The doctor's expression was sly.

"I'd rather wait twenty-nine years than take the risk."

"I didn't expect you to still lack courage."

"It's not a question of courage, but I don't want to be a reckless man."

"If there is a benefit, a big one, how do you choose?"

"What do you mean?"

"Although I have improved your physique to that of an ordinary earthly immortal, that is all. That is your end point. You cannot pass the first heavenly tribulation and become a first-tribulation earthly immortal.

Besides, if I interfere, I can prevent you from breaking through to the Transcendental Realm." The doctor threatened and lured.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

(End of this chapter)