Volume 16: The Wheel of Reincarnation Chapter 48: As Long as You’re Alive (Part 1)
“No problem!”
Looking at the seemingly young little girl, the elder had no intention of neglecting her and answered with his back straightened.
Although they looked like only 14 or 15-year-old girls, the elders knew that each of these old men had a heart that pursued youth. Generally speaking, some of them looked mature with long beards when they were hundreds of years old, but after a thousand years, they were all charming, beautiful, handsome and handsome.
After all, everyone faces themselves the most, okay? If you have nothing to do and look particularly old and ugly, everyone will be annoyed. Regardless of what you think, in fact, no one will think so much, and no one will care what is under an ugly skin. Everyone's first impression of you is that you are ugly. Apart from colleagues who have practiced for hundreds of years when discussing Taoism, the only people who pay attention to this kind of old face are probably those idle people who have read too many novels.
So even if Po Xun was a 14-year-old girl, the elders still looked serious. Even if the image transmitted in the communication was a baby, they would never be negligent. After all, this was a call to another world, and the person who accomplished this feat must have been carefully selected and had practical significance. Although the elders felt that they were just forcing the issue, and the capable people in the sect were all dealing with external affairs, the opponent was definitely not a coward or an ordinary person, so giving him great respect and consideration was the most important thing at this time. Anyway, he was just an acting head, and it would not be too late to talk about it when the real head came back.
What's more, he had lost the person in charge. Thinking of this, the originally serious expression on the elder's face relaxed a little, and subconsciously showed an expression that he didn't want to face it, which made Boxun, who raise his eyebrows slightly.
"No problem? That's good."
The girl on the line had no doubts and nodded modestly.
"I am Bo Xun, one of the leaders of the cross-border project. I am testing the translation module now. It seems that you should be able to hear what I say, and the time interference is close to zero. This shows that our research and preparation are meaningful, and there will be closer communication between our two worlds soon."
"It is indeed a magical thing. Your method of refining equipment is very exquisite and unique."
"Refine a vessel? Do you mean to use your own abilities to craft a vessel by hand?"
Not sure what it was translated into, Po Xun shook his head subtly and explained:
"We didn't develop them by hand. To be more precise, we used tools and other products of technology and magic to make them. This way, the accuracy is more guaranteed. Moreover, machines are far more accurate than human consciousness. The finishing is much better than ordinary handmade products."
"Hmm? Is it like this in your world? But refining equipment often requires taking the essence of the sun and the time of the moon. The solar time is accurate to the snap of a finger, or even a moment. At the same time, the internal formation and related perceptions must be forged with divine thoughts. If it is a machine, it is difficult to engrave things like perceptions into it, right? Or has your refining equipment developed to the point of being completely automatic, so that you can use these props to engrave divine thoughts?"
“……???”
What the hell are you talking about?
Bo Xun looked at the seemingly innocent elder with a confused face, and felt a bit overwhelmed by the bunch of professional terms translated by the translator.
But this is normal. After all, they belong to two different worlds. It is impossible for both worlds to be the same. It is better to say that both worlds are dominated by humanoid creatures and their personalities are not very different. This is already very lucky. This small difference will not cause any adverse effects.
And to be honest, this collision between different ideas from two worlds can easily lead to various inspirations. Now, some of the apprentices of the Shangqing School looked at the Ding Shen Hammer and the Cold Iron Nail in their hands with a subtle look, thinking that they could make these things a little more advanced. Although the immortal-level figures all use the fire of divine thoughts to melt gold, saltpeter and iron for their own production and sales, ordinary cultivators still need some magic tools to assist in forging.
However, if, as those people say, mechanical forging can reach the level of manual labor, then many less important links can be completely replaced by machines. This is good news .
"There are indeed many differences between the two worlds, and we should seek common ground while reserving differences."
After a brief consultation, Boxun quickly understood some information. He nodded quite naturally and then looked at the elder.
"Then the pleasantries are over. I want to ask, where is our person in charge, Li Lin? According to the time, he should be in charge of this kind of connection at this time. Why is he not here? Did something happen?"
"Ah, uh, this..."
When this person was mentioned, a drop of cold sweat ran down the elder's forehead and he tilted his head to one side somewhat unnaturally.
"Your, your Mr. Li Lin, he, he should still be working hard somewhere, we didn't call him over, so -"
"So he's missing again, huh?"
“???!!!!!!”
"Don't look so surprised. This should be a very common thing for us. He is a player after all, and he is unusually obsessed with exploration and mystery-seeking. If he finds something during the transmission, it is normal for him to be trapped for a while. Let me ask, have you confirmed the immortality of players in your world?"
"Ah , this is confirmed. Several players died once because of the deliberately set furnace explosion, but they came back to life not long after. It is really a rare wonder. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it is really hard to imagine that such creatures exist. It is really too strange and not in accordance with the laws of nature at all."
The elders were also amazed when they thought of those amazing players who were keen on committing suicide.
They all seemed to have a very subtle philosophy of the world and their own understanding, and they firmly believed that the whole world was their playground. The perceptive monks understood more clearly than the magicians the pride hidden in these players when they asked questions in a humble and curious manner.
In the eyes of the players, asking a question is out of curiosity, and being polite to you is just a setting. They don't care about real politeness, they just act like this because of the setting requirements of the game. This feeling is very similar to the kind of house-playing games that children played when they were mortals, where everyone can play a completely different life, and pretend that immortality does not exist and shirk all dangerous things.
But it is obvious that their reward and punishment mechanism is also very subtle.
