Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"How sad! A precious jade is called a stone, a virtuous man is called a liar. This is why I feel sad. I have heard this, my disciples..."

Fang Bailu felt overwhelmed when he heard Cang Yangzi's words - although he was a visitor from the past, his level of classical Chinese was limited to the textbooks in his previous life. In this era, few people can use classical Chinese to express their ideas:

"Don't show off your knowledge. I don't quite understand you. Speak Mandarin properly!"

Cang Yangzi raised his head, the stitches on his neck stretched tight, as if they would break at any moment. His eyes on both sides of his head blinked, and he continued speaking in a different way:

"...I heard that if the citrus fruits from Huainan are planted in Huaibei, they will only produce bitter and astringent citrons; if the wires from Binhai are not produced in Fanya, they will lose their efficiency, which is faster than nerve signals. How beautiful and dazzling your figure is! I see your boundless consciousness imprisoned by your inferior flesh, just like seeing the beautiful jade from Kunshan trapped by rough concrete. My heart is hurt by this tragedy every moment!"

"..."

Fang Bailu couldn't help scratching his head as he listened to this familiar yet somewhat unique accent:

"Um... did you... did you translate it directly..."

Cang Yangzi seemed not to hear Fang Bailu's question and continued to talk:

"The ancients once said: 'The human body is weak and powerless, and consciousness is particularly painful and weak within it.' If you don't realize this, it's like covering your eyes with a pair of eyepieces and not being able to see a huge building! Doing so is like using a small flashlight to illuminate the bright moon, which can be called a serious fallacy!"

In stark contrast to his bizarre and terrifying appearance, Cang Yangzi kept nagging:

"The source of all mysteries in the universe is mysterious and mysterious! Don't you want to explore it? No one in the world knows that ugliness is ugly, and I am the only one who knows that beauty is beautiful. Can this make people feel at ease?..."

Although Cang Yangzi's examples were confusing and his words were rambling, Fang Bailu still roughly understood his meaning:

"This sheep-headed Qigong practitioner is trying to persuade me to abandon my body and upload my souls and spirits... Damn it, isn't that the same as killing me?!"

Fang Bailu felt a line of ice rising along his spine, and his hair stood up straight: How come he was targeted by another Qigong practitioner with a half-clear mind? He didn't know what kind of enchanting magic the electronic body in the digital space had that made Cang Yangzi so fascinated by it.

"Forget it. I don't mind having too much debt." The adrenaline he had injected was still taking effect, and he quickly calmed down. "Anbennola is almost here. Even if Cang Yangzi wants to upload me by force, he may not be able to do it."

"So you told those people in Qingyun Temple my location?" Fang Bailu's hearing enhancement module seemed to be blocked by Cang Yangzi, and he could not receive the signal from the parabolic pickup in the store. But from the current situation, only Cang Yangzi's Taoist magic that reached the realm of external incarnation could possibly capture his coordinates - otherwise the people of Qingyun Temple would have killed him long ago.

Cang Yangzi's holographic image knelt in the fierce wind on the roof, but the thick long hair on the sheep's head did not move:

"Although I have some experience in Taoism, compared to you, it is like firewood trying to compete with the sun, showing off the skills of using an axe in front of Lu Banmen! My body is thousands of miles away from you, and my humble servants are convinced by you, so I have to interact with these tiny people like ants and let them act according to my ideas. I respectfully ask you to abandon this mortal body, just as the ancients once said-"

"Damn it...it really was it that sent my location to Qingyun Temple. I just don't know how it found me."

Fang Bailu gradually figured out the situation: Qingyun Temple wanted to incorporate or eliminate Fang's hardware store to clear the way for intervening in the street war on Alor Street; while Cangyangzi wanted to "physically persuade" Fang Bailu to abandon his body, but his two Taoist soldiers in Kuala Lumpur both fell, so he went to Qingyun Temple...

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, and he quickly interrupted Cang Yangzi's chatter:

"Stop, stop! Shut up and stop giving ridiculous examples. I know everything!"

"According to what I heard from the microphone before, Cang Yangzi will not allow Qingyun Temple to kill me directly before I enter the digital space and start my trance... So there is still time now."

Fang Bailu thought quickly in his mind and came up with another idea: Since Cang Yangzi had once traded the immortal's inner elixir with Anbennola, he must have some understanding of the immortal's physical body in Kuala Lumpur now.

Instead of continuing to bicker with Cang Yangzi and listening to him babble about some weird things, it would be better to get some information from him - now might be a good time to get intelligence. Although the armed forces of Qingyun Temple are approaching, once Anbennola arrives, there is no need to worry about those chickens and dogs. The most important thing is the secret about the immortal:

"There should be a body of an immortal in Kuala Lumpur right now, right? I know you have information about it..." Fang Bailu stared at the yellow goat eyes, trying to catch a trace of leaked emotions; "We can discuss anything about 'abandoning the mortal body', but you have to tell me about the immortal's body first. Otherwise, there is no point in talking, huh?"

Of course, Fang Bailu had no intention of throwing away this body at the moment. But he couldn't miss the opportunity to get information by lying.

The "cell phone" rose quietly, circled around Fang Bailu's neck, and rotated lightly:

"Do you think the forces of Qingyun Temple can defeat my flying sword?" The "cell phone" gently hovered beside his temple, pressing against the fragile bone; "Of course, I know they have a Qigong practitioner... But even if I can't defeat them, can they stop me from destroying my brain? Without my three souls and seven spirits, I can't return to the 'divine body' you mentioned."

Fang Bailu himself had never thought that one day he would be able to threaten his enemies by committing suicide - but judging from Cang Yangzi's pious words, he believed that this was definitely not a futile show.

"Damn it, if there's any serious trouble in the future, I'll just hide in the digital space..."

Cang Yangzi stood up, but still kept kneeling. However, just its upper body and horns were much taller than Fang Bailu. It seemed to be moved by Fang Bailu's threat. It was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a muddy and stirring voice:

"Since you said so, I can only convey to you the insignificant information I have captured: the number of paths to pursue the mysteries of the universe is more than the stars in the sky! However, the paths that each person who pursues the mystery must take are similar but completely different."

It stroked the horns on both sides with its dry hands, and then tapped its forehead three times:

"An ancient Chinese once said: 'A person's spirit and motivation can be divided into three distinct but interconnected parts.'"

"Just like burying brass in sand and stone, there is a false pseudo-immortal hiding in the heavy noise of the city. The pseudo-immortal chose to make guesses and experiments based on the theories of the ancient times, and like a butcher cutting meat with a sharp knife, he divided all he had into three parts..."

Cang Yangzi shrank back, but continued to utter his last words:

"Those three parts are: the ego, the id... and the superego."

Chapter 100: The Xth Street War (V)

Among the rich information that Cang Yangzi poured out, the first thing Fang Bailu noticed was the word "fake" from his mouth.

"Fake immortal? Are there real and fake immortals?"

A pseudo-immortal divided himself into three parts.

Fang Bailu's mind was filled with associations such as "one qi becomes three pure ones" and "three gives birth to all things". But combined with the description of "sharp knife cutting meat", he couldn't help but think of "beheading three corpses".

But he knew very little about this thing, and most of his understanding came from various literary works in his previous life.

"Ego, id, superego, this is Freud's psychoanalysis." Fang Bailu didn't have the energy to reply to Cang Yangzi for a while, and concentrated on searching his own knowledge base; "There are more paths to pursue mysteries than stars... Using this thing to prove the truth is just the conjecture and random DIY of that 'pseudo-immortal', or is it just plagiarism?"

Perhaps the definition of immortal is more vague than he imagined, and there may even be huge differences between individuals.

No matter what, this is useful information, even if it is still impossible to tell its authenticity and usefulness.

and many more!

"Anbenola said that Shou Niang said that she was 'chopped' out of something?"

Fang Bailu couldn't help but connect it with the clues he had obtained before. Shouniang expressed admiration and envy for the "immortal", a form of existence that Fang Bailu had not yet known: "He has already traced the end of all things, sailed to the other side of knowledge, and reached the limit of perception."

"Is Shou Niang part of the 'pseudo-immortal' in Kuala Lumpur now? Tsk, these messed up things are starting to connect..."

Fang Bailu asked directly:

"Where is the 'fake' in the fake immortal? What do you know about the three parts that were separated?"

It was not known whether it was Fang Bailu's illusion or the transmission of the holographic image was disturbed, but Cang Yangzi's horns twisted silently:

"I only know that it is like this, but I don't know why it is like this. This is the muddy road that people who pursue mysteries must go through! However, the human mind is like a round jade. Once it is divided, it is difficult to put it together completely!"

It continued speaking hastily, seemingly not intending to let Fang Bailu respond:

"I heard that once you've said it, even a giant mechanical bird equipped with four jet engines can't catch up. Let's stop here with the sharing of knowledge and idle chatter. The promise you just made..."

Cang Yangzi paused:

"Please think about it carefully and fulfill it."

flutter!

The vertical rain suddenly bypassed the rubber raincoat and splashed onto Fang Bailu's neck. Then a cool breeze blew past his ears, and a deep black hole appeared on the cement floor in front of Fang Bailu with a deep muffled sound.

A bullet coming from an unknown source flew past Fang Bailu's head and hit the floor of the rooftop.

Fang Bailu immediately realized that this was a long-range silenced sniper attack—Qingyun Guan had discovered his position. He remained unmoved, maintaining his imposing manner:

"Not only did you intercept my microphone signal, but you also sent my coordinates to Qingyun Temple while we were chatting... It seems that if soft tactics don't work, you'll use force?"

Fang Bailu realized that he was not the only one stalling for time. While he was waiting for Anbennola and trying to get information, Cang Yangzi was also secretly trying to persuade Fang Bailu to "abandon his mortal body". But this bullet that deviated from the target was confirming another of his conjectures:

Cang Yangzi would not allow Qingyun Temple to kill him.

The security forces of Qingyun Temple were equipped with standard equipment purchased from a unified source. Those hot weapons were not the "old stuff" that Fang's Hardware Store usually liked to stock - they were all intelligent firearms equipped with computing modules.

That is to say-

"You little brat, didn't I say I would consider it? How could I throw away a young and strong body like you? Do you know how much it's worth..."

He looked around: he was standing on the edge of the rooftop, without any cover. If he couldn't hit such a fixed target, the sniper could go to the pharmacy and replace all his optic nerves. But the bullet just grazed Fang Bailu's side...

Fang Bailu still stood calmly, without any intention of dodging the cold gun. He pointed at Cang Yangzi and said decisively:

"You hacked their guns."

boom!

This time the firing was not silenced, and the loud noise from the gunshots reverberated in the handshake building, echoing layer upon layer for a long time. As if to confirm Fang Bailu's words, another bullet hit the ground of the rooftop - it brushed past Fang Bailu's knees, rolling and lifting pieces of hastily laid floor tiles and rough cement fillings.

Missed again.

The sniper hiding in the dark was originally aiming at Fang Bailu's legs. This would not take his life, but at the same time it would eliminate Fang Bailu's fighting power... but Cang Yangzi deflected his aim.

"Sure enough! Cang Yangzi also knows that I don't have spiritual orifices and can only use neural electrodes to enter the digital space... Any major physical trauma may affect my stability when I go online. It probably hopes that Qingyun Temple will send scouts to fight me in close range to decide the outcome."

Fang Bailu felt more at ease: after knowing a person's goal, his behavior becomes much easier to predict.

The same is true even for Qigong practitioners - at the end of the day, they are just humans with powerful weapons.

"As expected of a Qigong practitioner who has reached the state of Yin Shen leaving the body and incarnating outside the body... Breaking through the firewall of a small company is probably as easy as eating grass. Now the guns of Qingyun Temple are probably under its control."

This reminded him of the "evil-repelling talisman" that he had used to deal with the evil spirits and that the previous owner had kept in the bottom of the box. But that relic from the old world only mechanically "rebounded" those intelligent weapons that intended to harm him.

Fang Bailu scratched the temples on both sides of his head, where the electrodes were to be attached when in use. In the small apartment of Compassion Knife, he used a similar method to force himself to log off.

As for suicide... Both sides knew that this threat would be difficult to achieve unless it came to the last minute.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Dadadadadada…

In the moment he was thinking, Fang Bailu's ears were filled with all kinds of loud noises:

Bullets poured in from all directions like a torrential rain. The deafening sound of gunfire from different types and calibers instantly drowned out the words Fang Bailu had just uttered. Bouquets of concrete, cement and raindrops burst into bloom on the roof of the handshake building, and the perennial humidity prevented the dust between the tiles from spreading out and blocking the view.

But all this had nothing to do with Fang Bailu. The heat flow made of iron passed him by and went straight to destroy the rooftop. It was like a mirage floating between the buildings, an invisible phantom wandering in the rain; the waves gathered by the metal could not hurt him at all. Those yellow cones that whistled out of the gun barrels, roaring and wanting to kill, all avoided Fang Bailu, as if he was a magnet in the shape of a human with repulsive force.

Fang Bailu raised his arm and waved it in the midst of the hail of bullets. He clearly saw blurry, sharp black shadows passing through his fingers, but he couldn't touch his skin at all. They were bullets in the storm, but his dynamic vision couldn't keep up. Compared to him who was safe and sound, the green holographic body of the Qigong practitioner with a sheep's head and a human body was shaking due to the disturbance of the airflow. Fang Bailu picked up a piece of cement that flew out of the ground and threw it to his side. It was smashed into powder right in front of his eyes.

He caught another bunch of raindrops, and the vibration caused ripples on the water's surface.

Chapter 101 The Xth Street War (VI)

Although the rain of bullets was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, it was continuous and showed no signs of stopping. In Fang Bailu's opinion, this meant that each firing point had been carefully calculated and deployed to maintain continuous fire suppression.

"With so many firepower points deployed in a short period of time, Qingyun Temple's response speed is really fast."

The rooftop that was fairly flat a dozen seconds ago now turned into a miniature mountain range, as if a miniature crustal movement had occurred, and became uneven amid the scattered debris. Only at Fang Bailu's feet was there a piece of ground that was barely intact.

"They've all become masters of human outlines... Damn it, let alone stray bullets, even the concrete fragments didn't hit me? How on earth did this Sheephead modify the aiming and trajectory? The computing power is too scary... Why doesn't it have heavy firepower? Ah, I guess it's..."

Fang Bailu put his hands to his mouth and shouted at Cang Yangzi:

"Hey!! Tell them to stop! Otherwise, we can't even hear what they are saying, how can we continue the conversation!! Why are you so stupid!!"

If this goes on, the bullet won't hit him, but his eardrum will probably be ruptured first.

Cang Yangzi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head respectfully.

This time Fang Bailu saw it clearly: the twisting and shaking of the horns before was not his illusion.

……

All the gunshots stopped abruptly, just as if the sound of the drums had been turned off. In the distance, the noise and laughter of the wedding banquet could be heard. Compared with the previous moment, it was as if the TV had suddenly switched from an action movie to a children's channel.

"I think Cang Yangzi can lock the bolt or the trigger. I don't think there's a chance to fire with heavy firepower. Otherwise, I'd be dead if there were two rockets..." Fang Bailu is not a blacksmith and doesn't understand the subtleties of firearms, so he can only make vague guesses.

He turned his head slightly, cast a sidelong glance at Cang Yangzi with his peripheral vision, crossed his arms and sneered disdainfully:

"Interesting, Xiaoyang. Do you want the people from Qingyun Temple to capture me alive? But can they do it..."

"Damn it, of course I can do it! If that was a tranquilizer bullet, I would be sleeping like a dead pig now!"

Fang Bailu appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was beating fast - he couldn't understand why all the people in Qingyun Temple used lethal bullets?

Suddenly, an extremely angry shout in Minnan dialect, whose source was hard to identify, echoed all around:

"On behalf of our company, I would like to express my extremely serious complaint to Sailin Niang (fuck your mother)!!!"

This seemed to be coming from a loud speaker. Fang Bailu was now very familiar with this voice: it was the angry curse from the security director of Qingyun Temple.

"Oh, he's so angry... Hey, how pitiful! If it were me, I'd be furious too. Is this guy also cursing in the same way? Or is he just so angry that he's confused?"

Fang Bailu took a deep breath, raised his strength from Dantian, and shouted loudly in Minnan dialect:

"You are eating with dog shit! You can't even speak clearly! You must have shit on your pants! "

On weekdays, Fang Bailu runs a hardware store, and there are always minor frictions with customers - especially those who come to patronize his store, most of whom are knights making a living on the streets: of course, this is a euphemistic name for garbage men and swordsmen.

At such times, cursing as a low-cost and cheap means of attacking the enemy, often only requires some physical energy and saliva to solve the problem that would otherwise require a knife or a gun. Of course, this refers to most situations: sometimes both parties have let off some steam and can return to friendly price negotiations; sometimes the customer is forced by his momentum and curses so hard that he pees and sneers, and then he obediently lets Fang Bailu slaughter him; sometimes Fang Bailu has to spend half a day cleaning the blood and brains on the floor of the store... The property on the corpse is considered as cleaning fees.

This honed Fang Bailu's superb skills in humiliating people in multiple languages ​​- Minnan dialect is naturally one of them.