Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

He thought of the new helper with the fang mask who was watching the store: this Japanese native who had just started working at Fang's Hardware Store was quite skilled, but he didn't have the usual contact methods used in the city. Fang Bailu used to stay in the store by himself and never thought of buying a communicator or something like that, otherwise it would be much more convenient at this time.

Uncle Li sniffed his nose and licked his bare, smooth, reddish-brown gums. He rolled his eyes, which had turned yellow due to liver problems, as if to make sure that no one was around:

"Boss Fang, you haven't opened your shop recently, so I haven't been hanging around your place. But I didn't see any new faces in the alley today... nor did I see anyone with weapons in their hands."

He stuck his tongue out of his mouth and licked his philtrum, then pointed to the densely packed windows of the residential building above their heads, which looked like a honeycomb:

"The situation is not right...Originally, when Fu Yisheng fell, the young men on this street were all brandishing swords and knives every day! But today it's so quiet..."

Uncle Li squinted his eyes:

"A skilled swordsman would definitely think of a way to shoot from behind at a time like this, right?"

"There are no external forces in the alley, but there may be firing points hidden in the residential buildings..." Fang Bailu roughly judged these vague information from his words and actions.

This was a lot more troublesome: compared to the indestructible and sharp "flying sword" in his hand, Fang Bailu's body seemed extremely weak - if he was hit in a critical organ, a single bullet could take away his life that he had lived for hundreds of years. Now that Qingyun Temple knew that he had a "flying sword" in his hand, they might have changed their tactical thinking.

Uncle Li rubbed his thumb, middle finger and index finger, then spread out his palm and asked Fang Bailu for reward for providing information.

Fang Bailu pushed the hand back into the garbage man's arms:

"There's going to be a fight here, so you should find a place to surf the Internet. It would be best if you could get a month's connection, otherwise the streets will be in turmoil. The hardware store has reopened, so remember to come and sell your junk in a couple of days. I'll give you a little more for the Internet, okay?"

Uncle Li covered his old mouth, which was sunken because of lack of teeth, and his already vague words became even less clear:

"Are we going to start fighting for territory? Living on the streets is not a safe life. We are going to have to fight again..."

Although the words were full of sadness, there was an unconcealable secret surprise in the tone.

This fresh bloody conflict will generate demand for guns and weapons, damaged but ownerless prosthetic limbs, and odd jobs vacated by the population reduction. Street war is like another long metabolism of A Luo Street - Uncle Li has spent many years here and has become accustomed to this pattern. He has mastered many life tricks and even likes it.

Uncle Li closed his eyes, put his hands together and waved them repeatedly, chanting the Buddha's name:

"Please bless me, Shannon Bodhisattva, please bless me... let me live a few more years on the Internet... Namo!"

After a brief prayer, he turned around, pulled down the makeshift rain cover on the cart, rolled it up and covered his head:

"Then Boss Fang...I should leave first?"

Although he asked in a questioning tone, Uncle Li pulled up the cart with the woven bags and hurried out of the alley without stopping. At the entrance of the alley, he turned around and said:

"Boss Fang, good luck to you!"

Fang Bailu waved at him: "Old hands like Uncle Li are also very sensitive to the information floating in A Luo Street." After watching Uncle Li leave the alley, Fang Bailu swiped the phone in his pocket with his fingertips. His legs were sore from the excessive force of the three yang meridians of the foot, and he felt a strong sense of fatigue rising from his limbs:

He hadn't had time to digest the information he got from Anbennola before he was ambushed in the subway... This left him physically and mentally exhausted - not to mention that weird Qigong practitioner.

"'Auspicious son, impermanence'..."

Fang Bailu thought of the "expressions" flashing on Zhao Jizi's head, and his eyebrows were almost able to hold the falling raindrops. However, Zhao Jizi was smashed into the concrete by himself with a subway car, and it was estimated that he would not be able to continue to cause trouble for a while.

He hesitated for a while, then stuck his tongue into the cavity next to his big tooth and activated the communication system. Fang Bailu didn't want to risk being shot in the head by a sniper rifle or having his head chopped off by a swordsman.

"Hello? Master? It's me." Fang Bailu felt around his body and counted the remaining weapons and props; "I was attacked. It was someone from the 'Qingyun Temple' Qiuzhen Co., Ltd. There were at least two security teams, all equipped with standard equipment. The procurement budget was very generous."

"And they knew my route and attacked me at the subway station."

The ammunition for the subsonic sandbag gun and two "Night Pearl" flash grenades were all used up in dealing with Zhao Jizi, leaving only the sample bayonet "Yuchang" sent by Pan Asia Military Industry and two tubes of adrenaline.

If it weren't for the "cell phone", I would probably not be able to escape from the Qigong master with just this kind of equipment - no, I might not even be able to get out of the subway guard room.

Fang Bailu heard Anbennola's dry, mechanical synthesized voice in his inner ear, and for a moment he felt that his shirt was even colder:

"…How many did you kill? Where are you now?"

Fang Bailu slapped his shirt hard, smoothing out the wrinkles left by wringing it out:

"Why does she use such a sinister synthesized voice... Can't she just fix the voice like Shin-chan? Why does she have to be so creepy..."

"You have so much confidence in me? I thought you would first care if I was missing any limbs or something... Why don't you just come to the hardware store and find me."

Perhaps it was because he had just fought with a Qigong practitioner and he was still nervous; or perhaps it was because the long conversation on the top of the oil tower brought the two closer together, Fang Bailu rarely joked with Anbennola.

The image of Zhao Jizi's long sword moving in his body like a living snake appeared in his mind - Fang Bailu added:

"There was another immortal master who had a conflict with me... His Taoist name was 'Zhao Jizi'. Do you remember him?"

At the top of the oil tower, he had told Anbenola to stop other forces in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association from intervening in the turf war on Arrow Street. But now it seemed that this decision was too late.

There was no answer from the other end of the line. There was only the sound of the wind whistling, and it seemed that Anbenola was still on the top of the oil tower. Fang Bailu did not urge him, but just injected adrenaline into his body without a needle: this was not the stimulant he usually used to refresh himself, but it was more than enough to refresh his mind.

Fang Bailu's heart received the command and began to beat harder. His breathing became rapid, and everything around him seemed clearer.

"You can't use this stuff often. Next time I have to get some Chinese medicine to nourish my body. I've been so stressed lately."

Anbenola's simple and plain answer broke the silence:

"I am coming."

Chapter 98 The Xth Street War (Part )

The dark clouds were illuminated by the bright red light, like a rising sun emerging from nothing. It was the bright light from the searchlight on the ground, saturating the clouds with rich rouge and cinnabar.

It was a "囍" character, wrapped in a perfect circle in the middle.

"Anyone getting married?"

Fang Bailu covered his eyes with his palms, and looked at the "fire clouds" that Kuala Lumpur had not seen for a long time in the rain. There were new men and women who wanted to become partners, and were even willing to have natural births and pregnancy for ten months... This was the good news that the street office and the community had issued for them, and there were even cheap wedding banquets to eat.

Thinking of the discounted nutrient solution that was endlessly supplied at the buffet, Fang Bailu took out a small ball of soft silicone from his pocket, put it in his mouth and started biting it: eating liquid food for a long time had weakened his stomach and reduced his chewing ability. This ball of edible-grade silicone was a folk recipe he had gotten from Old Liu before.

"It's been a while since anyone got married on this street, how come someone is so stubborn again?"

Nowadays, when it is difficult for singles to support themselves and men and women have a variety of ways to satisfy their sexual needs, it is extremely rare to find couples willing to get married.

At this time, Fang Bailu had just climbed up to the roof of the residential building along the shabby fire escape on the outer wall: Old Liu's warning about sniper fire made him feel worried, so he planned to get to a high place first.

"Uncle Li is right. It's very quiet today..."

He looked out from the edge of the building, but could not see the usual dense crowds and night markets, only stalls scattered on the sidewalks. Several streets away, there was a deafening noise of gongs, drums, firecrackers, and cheers - judging from the red flames, the rare newlyweds were celebrating a happy occasion. Someone fired a gun into the air in celebration, and the loud sound of the rifles caused even greater laughter and cheers.

"Anbenola did say that if you fight, don't kill innocent people. If the war for turf affects the spending power of the neighborhood, the research institute will intervene."

If one has enough money left in their pockets to buy wine and nutrient solution at the buffet, then this wedding banquet can indeed attract the vast majority of "consumers" on A Luo Street. And wherever there is excitement, it will attract idle people on the street to flock to it - the entertainment on the Internet can be wonderful, but sometimes it cannot compare to the hustle and bustle in reality.

Fang Bailu's heart sank: If someone wanted to use unconventional force against Fang's Hardware Store and send the residents of A Luo Street away...

Although the hardware store is filled with all kinds of "swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks", which can be called a dragon's den and a tiger's lair in the store, they are only for "bad customers" who walk into the store. But if they are faced with some means of large-scale killing, they will not be able to deal with it.

Fang Bailu gathered the plastic bags, rags, and scraps of paper around him, piled them up and put them under his butt. He chose a comfortable position and closed his eyes: Now he was less than two blocks away from Fang's Hardware Store, and the hearing enhancement module in his inner ear was already connected to the parabolic pickup in the store.

Now Fang Bailu has very sharp ears, and no sound nearby can escape his notice.

"Hiss-hoo-hoo-hoo-"

The first sound was an unusually heavy breathing sound, intense and heavy. He recognized that it was coming from the respirator implanted in the new store.

"Damn it, didn't I tell Xiaoxin not to smoke in the store?!"

Fang Bailu slammed the floor hard, and decided to deduct a portion of his salary when he returned. Then he filtered out the noise and guided the microphone to search around.

His tightly closed eyes moved, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came into his ears:

"…What do you mean by remember not to destroy his body? That's nonsense! This profiteer has a 'flying sword' in his hand!"

Upon hearing this greasy voice, Fang Bailu felt as if he had greasy ears: it was none other than the security director of Qingyun Temple who led the team to ambush him at the subway station.

"I can't hear the other party's response. He is communicating... and he is talking about me."

Even though he seemed to be arguing with someone, there seemed to be oily sparks coming out of his voice.

In addition to the security chief, the microphone also picked up the sound of metal clattering and heavy footsteps - he was not coming alone, but with his security team.

"Huh? I'm an idiot? What do you mean? I'm telling you, we're just netizens, and others are making personal attacks!" The security director became increasingly furious. "Alright, alright, send me the coordinates of that profiteer first. I'm almost at his store..."

Fang Bailu supported himself on the ground with both hands and stood up:

"Who is he talking to? Why does he know my coordinates?"

If the ambush at the subway station was only set up on the route he had to take to get back to the store, then now it meant that his real-time coordinates were in the hands of the other party.

"You want to see him first? Just wait for me--" The voice of the security director in my inner ear suddenly stopped, like a tape with the pause button pressed.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Fang Bailu felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of his neck, as if ants and flying insects were clinging to his skin. There was a faint smell of burning in the air, irritating his nose.

He turned around.

There was a strange thing in front of me, which looked like a human but was not human.

It was about two meters tall, with protruding ribs on its skinny torso. Its two arms were like long iron bars, and its fingertips could touch the ground when it was standing upright. It looked like a deformed doll made by a clumsy craftsman welding rough iron together - if there wasn't a huge goat head sewn on the top of the terrifying body. Two huge horns stretched out from the top of the goat's head and spread out to the sky; a pitch-black mixed-primordial scarf was pierced by the horns and did not move in the strong wind on the roof.

"A sheep's head and a human body... and that Hunyuan scarf..."

Fang Bailu looked coldly at the pair of cloudy dark yellow pupils:

"You are 'Cang Yang Zi'."

This was the strange Qigong practitioner that Mercy Blade had told him about, the one he encountered in Master Huang Wu's memory. Of course, he was also a member of the Yanshi Club and Master Huang Wu's former master... He even wanted to trade the immortal's inner elixir with Anbennola at that time.

Fang Bailu looked up and down at Cang Yangzi, suppressing the fear that was rising in his heart. The reason why he could remain calm was not only because he had faced many Qigong practitioners before, but also because the Cang Yangzi in front of him was slightly blue, and dark spots flashed from time to time -

Its entity is not in front of Fang Bailu, it is just a holographic image.

Although this is a Qigong practitioner who can transform into another body and travel in all directions, it is just a paper tiger outside the data space. The "ghost" crushed by Anbennola and Mr. Huang Wu, who is working as a contract worker in Fang's hardware store, are the best proof of this.

"You are the person behind Qingyun Temple...?"

Fang Bailu took two steps back and crossed his arms: these two steps are very important. Now he is standing on the edge of the rooftop. If there is an emergency, he can jump down and evacuate at any time; at the same time, he has a height under his feet, so he doesn't have to look up at Cang Yangzi who is more than two meters tall.

"Have some momentum! You want to negotiate with me..."

He widened his eyes and stared fiercely at the pair of sheep eyes with vertical pupils.

Suddenly, Cang Yangzi moved!

Fang Bailu shuddered and nearly fell off the edge of the rooftop. The "cell phone" instantly flew out of his pocket, making a fierce buzzing sound - and then settled beside him.

Fang Bailu opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Cang Yangzi's actions as if he was in a daze:

With clumsiness and piety, Cang Yangzi pushed his deformed hands along the ground and knelt on the ground. The huge sheep head was against the ground, and the horns were swallowed by the bricks and stones of the rooftop as if they were pierced through a mold.

It prostrated itself before Fang Bailu, its spine almost breaking free from its extremely thin body. Then it let out a muddy, hoarse voice, like black water gushing out from the ground:

"Disciple Cang Yangzi, respectfully invites the Immortal to abandon his mortal body and return to his divine body."

Chapter 99: The Xth Street War (IV)

Shape, sound, smell, taste, touch.

No matter what means, tools and channels humans use to observe the world, they ultimately receive, understand and comprehend it through their five senses.

That day, Fang Bailu was surrounded by endless spam emails. He could not see, hear, smell or taste anything. Only a faint sense of touch remained. This feeling of being trapped in the center of a small fruit shell appeared repeatedly in Fang Bailu's dreams afterwards.

At the edge of the dream, he seemed to have received some other information. It was a kind of "enlightenment" that came out after the subconscious chewed the information carefully: those familiar emails he received first, such as "Online Casino Sexy Dealers Dealing Cards Online" and "Games on Your Wishlist Are 20% Off", were the closest to the "ancient" era of Fang Bailu's previous life in terms of time - perhaps they were only from the few years after he "fell asleep".

Emails and messages similar to these basically only contain a few pictures, dozens or hundreds of words, short videos and links...and perhaps even viruses and Trojans from hundreds of years ago.

But what about after that, in the era before the “great blackout”, when humans could transform everything through science, will and technology?

When the first personal computer (PC) was launched in 1973, it had only 128KB of storage space. Forty years later, in 2013, the average size of an email is 75KB.

And in that world where technology finally reached its pinnacle, humanity's voyages and homes reached the starry sea, and the mysticism of ancient times was reshaped by science...what would the endless emails that Fang Bailu, who was sleeping in the white coffin, had received over hundreds of years look like?

Perhaps everything has already exceeded the comprehension of today's people who have almost completely forgotten the principles of everything and are trapped in chaos - after all, science and technology have long been discontinued and wrapped in new shells.

Fang Bailu had no intention of delving into this, preferring to suppress his curiosity. Every year, people become "possessed" by looking directly at the corpses of old-world companies in the digital space for too long, and he respectfully declined dementia, cerebral infarction, or similar symptoms.

As for Fang Bailu's body in the digital space, which was wrapped in inestimable emails... His greatest impression of his electronic body came from the retelling of Compassionate Blade: "After Cang Yangzi's external incarnation saw the infinitely terrifying 'hand', it exploded and dissipated like a bubble."

But no matter how you look at it, it's hard to connect it with the extremely humble posture of the Qigong practitioner in front of you, who is crawling on the ground - not to mention his ambiguous words.

"Abandoning the mortal body? Returning to the divine body? Playing tricks... How come none of the Qigong practitioners can talk properly? They are so weird all the time."

Fang Bailu couldn't understand Cang Yangzi's meaning for a moment. But his instinct of bargaining with customers every day told him that it might not be profitable for the other party to lower their attitude, and the things bought at a low price might be counterfeit and shoddy.

"……what do you want to say in the end?"

Cang Yangzi pressed its inhuman head tightly against the ground: