Please ask the dream.

Chapter 153 Traditional Architect

Looking at the cave in front of him, Feng Xue tried to bend down and pick up a stone on the ground, but the moment he reached out his hand, a strong warning of death exploded in his heart.

His heart was beating at least three times faster than usual, all his pores were closed, and his hair stood on end, while his thoughts were speeding up as well.

The curled up legs straightened in an instant, and Feng Xue's body suddenly leaped backward. A gray track flashed before his eyes, bringing with it a hair-raising sound of breaking through the air.

"Oh my goodness, I almost turned around!"

Feng Xue secretly rejoiced in his heart, but the moment the trajectory landed, it bounced up again. It was not until this moment that Feng Xue finally saw its true face -

A rabbit!
It was not the half-wolf-like monster, nor was it a muscular dungeon monster holding a battle axe, nor was it a gigantic Titan monster.

Instead, it was a gray long-eared rabbit that looked extremely normal, just like the wild rabbits that were often caught by various creatures in the wild for food!

"Damn! This rabbit broke the rules!"

Looking at the rabbit rushing towards his neck at a speed so fast that he had difficulty reacting, Feng Xue suddenly exhaled all the air in his lungs, and held his breath in the slight feeling of suffocation.

It is not the usual deep breathing suggestion, but a more advanced and exclusive suggestion.

He once obtained a powerful collection, and as the note of the collection said, "Only when you hold your breath can you hear the pulse of time!"

The feeling of suffocation, the pressure of death, and the enemy so close at hand, in this tense state, Feng Xue only felt that time suddenly began to slow down.

A circular outline vaguely appeared in his hand, and as his fingers pressed down, Feng Xue's speed suddenly increased.

The body in the air seemed to turn into a residual shadow, and in the trajectory of silver light, he narrowly avoided the rabbit's attack.

"Success!"

Feng Xue felt a little happy. Although it was far inferior to the exaggerated tenfold speed increase of the [Tactical Watch], the instantaneous triple speed was enough to solve many problems!
However, Feng Xue, who had successfully constructed the effect of another collection, did not have much time to be happy, because the rabbit jumped up again!
Damn!

Holding your breath is a very deadly behavior during strenuous exercise. After a moment of acceleration, Feng Xue has to face the choice of whether to breathe or hold his breath.

Knowing that this was not the time to be a hamster party, Feng Xue pulled out a colorful metal plate with one hand and took out a sacred grenade with the other.

However, the colorful metal plate had no effect on the rabbit at all. There is no doubt that it is not the "intelligent" type.

"Zhao! How could a pure beast have such explosive power?"

Feng Xue endured the pain in his lungs that felt like they were about to explode, and threw the colorful metal plate in his hand at the rabbit like a hidden weapon. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the cross on top of the sacred grenade and pulled it off with force.

But he couldn't throw it out!

"Zhao! One, two..."

Even though Feng Xue was counting at a speed that was almost on fire, before he could utter three words, the rabbit that kicked the colorful metal plate away had already kicked off his head. …

In the depression on the mountain wall, Feng Xue's body suddenly shook. He opened his eyes and touched his neck with lingering fear. After confirming that his head was still there, his ears were still echoing with the sacred voice in his head when he wanted to throw a grenade but found that the grenade was stuck in his hand -

"Unplug it, count to three!"

"Zhao! You can't throw it out unless you count to three, right?" Feng Xue grinned and suddenly felt a little tired. After pinching his eyebrows, he began to estimate the time.

"There is no noticeable change in the position of the moon and stars, and I am not feeling hungry either. It should not have been more than half an hour."

He pondered secretly, but suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong. Indistinctly, he felt that some qualitative change seemed to have occurred to him.

It is not some substantial change that can be described, but a feeling, a touch at the level of thinking mode.

It’s probably a bit like the feeling of going from “seeing mountains as mountains” to “seeing mountains as not mountains”.

Following this feeling, Feng Xue opened his arms, as naturally as opening his eyes after waking up. He lightly clenched his five fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Uh, why did you bring this thing out?" Feng Xue's first reaction was to throw the broken thing away, but then he realized that something was wrong -

"This is not the sword from the exploration, but one I constructed... It does not have any additional effects, it is just a pure 'sword'... Well, I think I understand why I want to explore the Dreamland."

Feng Xue's brows relaxed slightly, and as he thought about it, the sword turned into G·I particles again and disappeared into thin air.

"Rule 5 of the Dreamland - You will get spoils after defeating monsters... Is that what it means? It's not that I got the model, but I intuitively felt my understanding of this substance..."

Feng Xue recalled the sword he obtained during the exploration, and he couldn't help but feel a little enlightened.

Unlike war architects who engrave all the details into their minds to achieve absolute efficiency, this kind of architecture is more of a feeling.

What is presented in dreams is the most primitive subconscious cognition of human beings, and this cognitive memory can be transformed into a matter of course.

When someone asks you "What does a leaf look like?" do you need to think about it? Or does an image already appear in your mind before you think about it?
For orthodox architects, they have countless "impressions" in their minds, and when needed, they only need to mix specific impressions to produce what they want to build.

This is like writing poetry. The war architect is a classic plagiarist. As soon as you give a topic, he will immediately mobilize the 300 Tang poems in his mind to copy and paste for you. The speed is fast, the efficiency is high, and the accuracy is sufficient. The main feature is efficiency.

The orthodox architect is the traditional scholar, who has only various rhyme theories and vocabulary impressions in his mind. He needs to put together relevant elements such as words, emotions, etc. and then create a poem.

Therefore, for the architect system, at any time, an ordinary architect of the same level (with the same qualities except the type of architecture) can never defeat a war architect. However, the reason why the architect has not been replaced is because of this bold imagination, which can continue to improve towards the realm of a visionary, while the locked thinking of the war architect can only remain at the level of a shadow chaser forever.

Although Feng Xue had always been following the so-called traditional architecture method, he actually did not understand what it felt like to be a traditional architect.

But now, he understood.

(End of this chapter)