Into the Immortal Cultivation

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In fact, Wang Qi did not fully tell the truth. In this universe, there is already a storage method with extremely high storage capacity—spiritual force.

The process of training Reiki into mana and fairy power is actually the process of entering self-conscious information into Reiki. But now, the freedom of spiritual power to hold information is almost endless.

As long as Wang Qi is willing, he can even devise a set of storage methods, transforming "poems" into some kind of information that can be recorded by the aura, and then input it like practicing mana. In terms of the size of Yangyuan Satellite, even if all the verses that Wang Qi can arrange are just a piece of cake?

However, that takes a long time.

Except for the exception of Wang Qi, all fairies use long years to store their own information into their own mana. In doing so, Wang Qi indicated that he would write the information of "non-cultivation" into the aura, and this difficulty has invisibly increased to another level.

If you want to record all the permutations and combinations on the spot, you can only use the nature of the animal organization to write while recording.

And in order for the "poem collection" to go from the central yuan satellite to the central yuan body, Wang Qi must also allow the "poetry collection" to be adequate. Therefore, the veterinary organ cluster also needs enough space to load the overall blessing rule to harden itself so as not to be scattered.

He even said that Wang Qi must return these "poems" to the moon.

Because of quality.

Such a storage method, even if the entire Yangyuan satellite is used up, cannot store all possible verses. If all the mass of the central yuan satellite is transferred to the central yuan satellite, it will inevitably cause unrest. Excessive animal organs will directly crush large crust. The subsequent geological changes were enough to reshuffle the entire biosphere.

It will inevitably be a huge disaster at the planetary level.

Therefore, all poetry collections will have rules. After staying on the ground of the central planet for three hours, they will be full of power, and then release the magic circle to rise to the moon against the direction of gravity. In addition, if someone has read the poems in the "poem collection", they will also return immediately.

The "poem collection" in the hands of the little emperor suddenly burst into aura, and then moved forward slowly like a light. The young emperor stretched out his hand stunnedly, trying to catch fireflies [although the young emperor had never seen fireflies at all] to catch this unprecedented collection of poems, but he caught nothing.

The silver "poem collection" rises slowly like Kong Mingdeng.

In the silver meteor shower, the only light rising against the "big current" is not noticeable. Wang Qi swaggered to the high platform, then flipped his hand and took out dozens of "readers"-although the appearance is the same as Wang Qi gave to the young emperor, but these dozens of units are used ordinary Xiandao refining The device is made.

If it is placed before, the "Xiandao magic weapon" alone is enough to make the Yu people angry. And Wang Qi's behavior is rude to every side. I saw him throwing it at random, dozens of magical objects were thrown to the ground like he was throwing garbage.

But no one has accused Wang Qi of being rude at this time. Everyone has intentionally or unintentionally forgot Wang Qi's "crime of loss of grace", and even said that they can't keep their manners by themselves. Those famous scholars, Taiwanese scholars, and the literary Taishan, like the scavengers, scrambled on the ground. After snatching it, everyone started to read Wang Qi's poems.

As Zhou Hongguang said, in fact, most of the verses are just waste poems that do not even reach one star, but these readers can still praise the "danger" and "oddness" of these verses because the normal Yu nationality does not Use words like this. These methods of dismissal are really thinking about what the predecessors did.

With the reading of these "poems", more "sky lanterns" slowly took off.

At the beginning, the best of Wang Qi's poems was only two stars. The first Samsung verse appeared at the second hour after the start of "Super Poem". This seemed to be a sign that more two-star and three-star poems appeared. People also see more and more Wenxing gathered together.

And at the third hour, a five-star poem instantly detonated the audience.

Fang Cai and Zi Xuyi also completed a five-star poem. Poetry into five stars twice a night should have been the most sensational event in the Tao. However, no one remembered it.

Prior to this, most literati felt that the quality of poetry was far superior to quantity. A five-star poem was handed down, and thousands of one-star poems were forgotten within decades.

But that's just that they haven't really seen the "absolute quantity".

What is the absolute quantity?

In the sky, the bright sky made up of that star!

Wang Qi even felt the changes in Yang Yuan's entire Reiki environment. The direction of the wind is gradually strange, the magnetic field is shaking, and the earth trembles slightly.

All the long-lived people in Yangyuan couldn't sit still. They are paying attention here.

This is the power of the longevity. Just as the Holy Emperor Zun broke the immortal gate at the beginning and breathed out the imbalance of the spiritual power of the Divine State, the "emotions" of dozens of long-lived people were enough to change the entire planet.

But even such a group of long-lived people can only tremble in the face of this unimaginable "Poem".

"This ... this ..." On the high platform, someone cried and laughed: "This! Forever! Forever!"

I have seen poems written, never seen poems written like this!

Some people look at Wang Qi again. At this time, the initiator of all this actually sat cross-legged on the ground, looking under Wang Gaotai, who was full of curiosity.

At this moment, no one dared to regard it as "alienation."

This alien, one person, one night, wrote more verses than the Yuzu's total of 530,000 years.

Although the number of classic classics is far inferior, but the number is large. So much so that when Six Stars finally appeared, everyone was numb.

There are so many combinations of characters, but there are not many meaningful ones.

"Really immortal ..."

"In this life, it is worth seeing this situation and this scene, it is worth ..."

"Nothing before ... No, never before!"

Beside Zixuyi, a young talent stood up and shouted: "I will also write a poem, chanting this unprecedented literary event!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Only Wang Qi applauded slowly. The craftsman smiled and said: "Welcome, welcome, if this Xiongtai is writing poetry, it is to exclude a combination and many similar combinations, and update the weighting algorithm to reduce my workload." The stage said: "I also advise you to take advantage of this opportunity to sing more poems. Otherwise, there will not be more opportunities for sing poetry in the future."

At the moment when Wang Qi spoke, Zi Xuyi's face turned pale.

After a while, under the high platform, the poetry of the world meant that the literary giants suddenly knelt down to the ground and howled.

Writing poetry will only get harder and harder.

Among the music, the decline of classical music and the popularity of popular music sound more and more like, because the arrangement and combination of classics is actually limited.

And when those groups were occupied by Wang Qi, the poets behind it, no matter what level the talents had reached, could not be recognized by Wen Dao.

-The same verse can only appear once.

It is even said that all poets must be familiar with all the existing permutations and combinations on the Yangyuan satellite before writing poetry, and then avoid finding similar verses.

And for this collection of "poems" whose number has grown to several times the total number of Yuzu verses and will continue to grow, it is no longer possible to recite them only. Even if you have the realm of longevity.

Because, even if you have unlimited life, you can compete with this "low-profile poem cloud", and the speed of writing poetry across from you is faster than that of reading.

Whatever one line and ten lines, in front of the growth rate of 1,000 or 10,000 per second, is just a joke.

Unless it is a fluke, poetry itself is already very difficult.

And after understanding this truth, in a flash, there were many strange literati in Yu nationality who showed strange fluctuations.

Only a moment, Wen Xin collapsed.

This super poetry continued until the morning.

"Silver reality" is still falling and rising. An unprecedented silver trickle connected the two planets.

Tianyang rose from the east. At this time, the central yuan satellite vacuumed. The central yuan satellite that has been transformed into a pure black sphere is very conspicuous under the stars' brilliance. And its surface even shimmered with silver-it was the "landscape" formed by the "poem collection".

The little prince's eyes have been crucified on the moon, and his neck turns with the moon. He didn't even notice the soreness of his eyes and neck. Until Yang Yuan's moon was about to fall to the horizon, he thumped and fell to the ground.

"I ... I ... I served ..."

After that, the child cried with a wow.

The young emperor was pale.

Zi Xuyi stood up, walked to Wang Qi in a shaky motion, and bowed deeply.

"Teacher should be worshipped ..."

The Yu people do not pay special attention to an individual. Because everyone feels that no one can surpass the Yu nationality, and it can't even be compared with the age-old love.

However, can all the poets in the 530,000 years add one piece, and can they compare with this alien?

Everlasting? One person is enough to withstand it?

Wang Qi grinned. He stood up and stretched out his waist.

Zhou Hongguang took a step forward, with a little awe in his tone: "This is the truth of ... the poetry is really a thing?"

"Of course, in my eyes, numbers are things, words are symbols, and they also belong to things." Wang Qi nodded.

Zhou Hongguang was ashamed: "Who the **** are you ..."

In his view, Wang Qi is no less than a saint.

Wang Qidao said: "I'm just a craftsman, leftist."

"No, it's more than a" craftsman "..." Zuo Xiang exclaimed.

"Do you remember what I said?" The article is made in this day, and the wonderful hands get it. "Wang Qi said:" I just built that wonderful hand. This is the work of the craftsman. "

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