Lingwu: I am the only immortal

Chapter 360 The Rational Lion
There is no real body.

But for Zhou Yi, this is no longer a problem.

He already has the ability to create his own dimension or create a cave, so it's no problem to trick people.

But Zhou Yi still chose to seize the body.

This is a kind of respect for the current crystal wall system of heaven.

It represents adapting to the local customs.

Of course, you must first have a high enough level. Even if you cannot be on an equal footing with the other party, you must at least be a human being, so that etiquette can be meaningful.

If they are just ants, they don't care at all whether they comply or not.

Zhouyi's beep grid is pretty good, to put it more vividly:
Pindao comes from the Tang Dynasty in the East. I have built roads in the mountains and built bridges in the rivers. The seals of the Heavenly Dao of various crystal wall systems are stamped on the certificate. They all show that I am a decent man and a master who is willing to help God. Now I pass by your land and want to Excuse me, do you welcome me?
I opened my eyes, closed them again, and then savored them without moving for three hours.

Possessing the body again awakened distant memories. Although the ability to control the body was carved into the depths of the soul earlier, the 26 years of time eroding still produced a sense of strangeness, and even a slight novelty.

This is a good thing.

It means that even concepts that have long been familiar and cannot produce any emotional ripples can still be fresh and generate more thoughts and emotions after years of polishing.

To be immortal, you need to burn these.

In other words, in order to adapt to constant change, one has to change, and the movement of working fluid is almost the most common change.

Throw some away while moving forward and capturing some.

When the capture is less than the abandonment for a long time, it will move towards death.

This involves another concept, whether it is high-end.

The higher the level, the richer the species that can be captured.

Conversely, a narrow perspective can only see a limited number of prey species.

Zhou Yi couldn't tell which one he belonged to.

Because he is walking on a unique path with basically no reference.

Opening his eyes, he secretly glanced at his biological clock. Three hours later, sure enough, his sense of time had become dull unknowingly. This was a side effect of observing time for 26 years.

He tried adjusting it and found that it was still not as good as before, but he couldn't become sharper for the time being. This involved a comprehensive cost-effectiveness. Adjusting too much would be like being punished, so he had to give it a try.

After all, he had just spent more than 20 years recently to resolve the messy negative accumulation accumulated over hundreds of years, and he was very sensitive to all things that caused negative accumulation.

He searched for the status of the new body.

He had blond hair, a rhinoplasty, deep eyes, and thick body hair, so he frowned. This was not the race he liked.

Of course he could adjust, but in the end he didn't.

26 years of practice have given him an understanding of the way of heaven that was beyond his reach before.He knew that every time he used extraordinary power, it would interfere with the operation of heaven.

This disruption comes at a cost, and there's more than meets the eye.

It can be said that he must be lucky that he chose to 'walk the road for heaven' before, instead of fighting against him, otherwise he would not have been able to survive the long years of cultivating the Taoist heart.

Acting on behalf of Heaven also benefited a lot from his performance in the heavens. Like this time, he was welcomed by the Heavenly Dao of the New World instead of being hostile.

Of course, as we have said, we should follow the Romans when we are in the country. The basic rules must be said. The main body stays in the dream world, and what enters is only the divided soul, just like the projections of the heavens.

There is no operation of the dream world this time, and there will be neither settlement nor arrangement of time and space. Therefore, the probability of catching up with the era of great conflict or a major event that can affect the direction of evolution is not high.

It's not a problem for him.

He also has another good choice, which is to enter the character substitution mode and settle his grudges. While completing this customized series of tasks, he will naturally interact with the new world to get what he wants.

At dawn, Zhou Yi got up and took a shower. After packing, he went downstairs to pick up his bicycle and go out.

On the first floor, I got a proactive and cordial greeting from the landlady who was guarding the door like a doorman: "Hugo, if you don't pay the rent within three days, you have to get out of my apartment!"

Zhou Yi waved goodbye to him without looking back, indicating that he heard it.

The street scene here is about 50% similar to the British and French big cities in the early [-]th century that Zhou Yi recognized in terms of style and characteristics.

If the social atmosphere is also taken into account, the similarity with Gaul in 1916 is over 75%.

Yes, it was the same atmosphere after two years of war with huge casualties.

It doesn't matter whether it's a world war or not. What matters is that the men of this country have suffered more than 170 million casualties, and the war is far from over.

The total population of this country is similar to that of Gaul during World War I, or even less, about 400 million.

So according to the current trend, there is not much suspense about the death of a generation.

In this context, the social atmosphere is repressive and hostile, which feels very bad.

Zhou Yi rode his bicycle unhurriedly. His calm and calm demeanor formed a clear sense of separation from the social atmosphere, attracting the attention of many people on the road.

But Zhou Yi always remained the same, as if these people did not exist.

It is not that he is pretending, nor is it a manifestation of the so-called profound virtue, but a disease.

It can be understood as ALS of the soul.

After all, 26 years have left different traces on his soul.

There are fewer and fewer things that interest him.

That's right, according to the theory that the working substance of the soul is immortal, his original high-end soul is undergoing changes like aging equipment, and the harvest port is continuously narrowing.

Although it is still unclear how long it will be until the soul is extinct, but it is not a good thing after all.This is also one of the major reasons why he chose to take on role-playing and simulate life.

He tried to use this method to re-enter the world of mortals, just like finishing the second round of the game, by experiencing life's encounters as delicately as possible to activate the soul that had fallen into a state of decay.

When it comes to reality, just like now, although he has very delicate feelings, emotions cannot be faked. No feeling is no feeling. Therefore, the feeling he gives to others is that it is too indifferent and seems different. Out of place in current society.

Zhou Yi's bicycle finally stopped outside a building complex surrounded by red walls.

The main body of the building complex is a nine-story building, which is one of the tallest buildings in the city.The architectural features are outstanding and solemn, but Zhou Yi is still indifferent.

"The interview will start soon, take a few steps quickly."

"Bono, with your ability, you will definitely be admitted. It's just a formality, why bother?"

The big boy with beautiful curly hair handsomely shook his hair that was messed up by the wind and said: "My goal is naturally not to be admitted, but to get a special place. There are only two places, so the competition is quite fierce."

"Oh, I will always strive for the first place. As expected of you. My psychological expectation is that you will be ranked first. Even if you can't join the magic group, you will at least start as a captain to avoid being cannon fodder."

Zhou Yi passed by the two of them expressionlessly.

His pace is not fast, but not slow either. The key is that the rhythm is clear and the stride length is the same, with the step deviation not exceeding one millimeter.

In one night, he had refined this body.

But this kind of refining is different from the past cultivation. It can be said that there are no traces of immortality on his body now.

Even though they look similar, they are actually very different.He is now following his own extraordinary path.This is another great harvest from 26 years of mind training.

The Magic Youth Camp is an affiliated organization of the National Magic Corps of the Republic of Wisma. It shares facilities with the Magic Corps' External Affairs Office and is located on the second floor of a nine-story building.

At this time, nearly a hundred boys and girls gathered here.

Except for Zhou Yi, everyone exudes an extraordinary aura. This is a special force field that combines extraordinary power with youth and self-confidence, making these people radiant, superhuman, and full of vitality.

Of course, from another perspective, Zhou Yi can be regarded as standing out from the crowd. He is the only person who is as plain as stone and water, but has an indescribable charm.

In fact, the so-called indescribability is just because people have short-sighted eyes. If any of them can live longer than ten thousand years, they will know that this charm is called the Crown of Time.

It is one of the crowns of the soul. Anyone who possesses this crown can be called an ancient one.

Zhou Yi, who has gone through two Yuan Hui and his soul state is still above the standard, has two crowns of time, which are golden when combined, and the three crowns are as clear as diamonds and can reflect thousands of colors, but Called the Immortal.

The original Hugo resorted to deception in order to escape the fate of being a cannon fodder.

However, this is just cleverness after all.

This test at the Spell Youth Camp was a trial of fate for him.

Hugo was not sure about passing the test at all.

What awaits him then will be to join the army as a criminal and join a special soldier sequence nicknamed the "Mortal Regiment". Wherever there is a mission of narrow escape, he will be sent wherever he is to die.

So Hugo bought some rat poison, drank it with moonshine (moonshine), and committed suicide.

"Bono Jean Clement."

"Here we come!" The boy with beautiful golden curly hair who passed by on the road responded loudly, and stood up at attention instinctively.

Due to the war, all the young men and women here have received military training, and military training has replaced physical education classes as a routine. Therefore, when they hear roll call, they often have a stress reaction and instinctively come up with the routine that has been compiled through military training. .

The man in red robe who called out his name smiled: "You're very energetic. Come on, it's your turn."

As he said that, he glanced at everyone in the field, and finally stopped at Zhou Yi for a while.

Zhou Yi felt his gaze, glanced back calmly, and then there was no movement.

His sense of time is still different from that of ordinary people, and he often seems a little slow, or a little dull.

Almost every 5 minutes, one person's interview can be completed, and there are three interview windows in total.

Every time someone comes out, those who suffer from social anxiety, whether they know them or not, will go up and ask about the interview content.

This is a case of people who are determined to get into trouble. In fact, the content of everyone's interview is different, but some people are still lucky and think they can sum up the rules.

ten minutes later.

"Hugo Leon!" The window that was still in charge of the man in red robe called the name of the character played by Zhou Yi now.

"Here." The voice was not high, but the slightly noisy human voice could not block the penetrating nature of the voice. It was as clear as if it was coming from the ear.

"It's interesting." The man in red robe looked at Zhou Yi, who was walking calmly, with growing interest.

Zhou Yi could see the micro-expression of the man in the red robe, and he didn't feel it, so he still put on a paralyzed face, not at all like a 17-year-old boy.

Following the man in red robe, he walked through a short section of splendidly decorated corridors and came to a large room.

In the room, there were eight interviewers, most of whom had serious expressions.

Zhou Yi's attention first fell on the tables and chairs used by the interviewer. They were gorgeous and high-end, with the style of royal supplies.

Then it falls on the layout and decoration of the house, which matches the style of the tables and chairs.

Finally, it fell on the interviewer. There were only two candidates who fit the temperament of the academic mage he recognized.

"Hello, teachers."

The sharp-tongued interviewer asked in a dissatisfied tone: "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Zhou Yi pointed to the paper materials on the table.

Another aunt interviewer who looked like Umbridge from "Harry Potter" said in a sharp voice: "Your written test score is only average, which is not good."

If it had been Zhou Yi in the early years, it would have been almost time to say venomously: "I'm not going to go to the propaganda team to write a big-character poster."

But now Zhou Yi just responded with indifference, and the interviewer Aunt immediately realized what boring was.

"Ahem!" Someone tried to smooth things over, took a few thin pieces of paper, put them on the table, and pushed them forward: "Here is a piece of information about spell models. Take a quick look at it, and then try to repeat it."

Zhou Yi stepped forward to pick it up and flipped through one page per second.Reply: "Okay!"

"..." The interviewers present looked at each other.

The examiner originally wanted to put Zhou Yi in danger.

Hugo Léon is not the only one who is a clever and fearful bastard. For this kind of thing, even if he does have spellcasting talent, he will often screen out the relatively dirty parts.

That's why there is this question.

Of course, it is not advisable to endanger the other party too directly. At least there is still fairness.

With ten seconds of memory time, the test subject only needs to be able to accurately recite about one-sixth of the content to be considered qualified.

But now I only read four pages for four seconds and said, "What kind of trick is this?"

"Ahem!" The examiner who handed over the materials cleared his throat again and said sternly: "Then you can repeat it."

Zhou Yi raised his hand, 'Chi! 'A foot-long blade shot out.

With a snap of his fingers, the fire blade that was about to penetrate the glass turned into sparks and dissipated.

There was silence in the room...

After a long while, the sharp voice of the aunt-type interviewer sounded: "Have you learned the flaming sword before today?"

Zhou Yi looked at each other expressionlessly and replied calmly: "No."

"I do not believe."

Zhou Yi was silent.

"Ahem!" Examiner Cough King cleared his throat again to resolve the awkward atmosphere: "Here is also a spell model material..."

Zhou Yi stepped forward to take it, and as before, he flipped through the pages in one second.Said: "Okay."

The Cough King said "please".

Zhou Yi opened his hand, and lightning appeared on the fingertips of his five fingers, quickly condensing a bright blue-white thunder ball in the sky above his palm.

The thunderball's plasma circulated on its own, and the bright light swept over each examiner's face, creating a staggered effect of light and shadow, and creating a storm in their hearts.

'Ba Zi! 'The thunderball was crushed by Zhou Yi into a dense electrical mist.

Silence again.

After a long while, this time it was the one with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who was suffering from a cough. He said: "Okay, you are admitted. Take this number plate and report to the Sixth Team."

But before Zhou Yi could say anything, the man in red robe who was responsible for calling people in said, "Teacher Lucian, I'm afraid this won't work!"...

(End of this chapter)