The 398th web

Anjou had heard of Skynet, which is a combination of Skynet, but the French Open......

"Our empire has an artifact called the French Open?"

The emperor said: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me, the aura of the Ascending Spirit Grass is pervasive in the capital." ”

An Ru's face changed greatly, this time he was not pretending, and said dryly: "Grandpa Jun, what are you talking about? Reiki is a good thing, and the wider the coverage, the better." ”

"The French Open is a big deal. A folding fan appeared in the emperor's hand, and there was a peach blossom tree on the surface of the fan, which reflected the interplay outside the window, and he looked at Anru lightly, although he did not speak, but his deep eyes contained a lot of information, and he could understand it by looking at him.

The other party had already known that the Holy Spirit Grass could obtain information through the transmission of the aura of the second and third generations of grass.

The emperor did not exert pressure, but Anjou felt extremely heavy and suffocated, and there was even a blank in his mind for a moment, and it took a while to recover.

Don't be nervous, it's nothing to be afraid of.

Anjou told herself silently in her heart.

The fact that the Ascension Spirit Grass is her own eyes is not a secret at all, and it can be searched on the Star Network, but the aura is also an extension of her vision, why would the emperor know?

It is impossible for Little Mushroom to betray himself, so it is the Master or the former god of the intelligent subject network of Little Mushroom, maybe there is also the Emperor of Heaven, or in the galaxy, the Emperor is really omniscient and omniscient.

In any case, the emperor did not mean to dispose of her, otherwise he would not have made her a national treasure, connected to the national fortune, and the last holy sacrifice allowed her to get more favor from the national fortune.

Anru took a deep breath, thought for a while, and asked, "What should I do to assist in refining the Sacrificial Net?"

The emperor also pressed the question of aura and did not pursue it: "First of all, you need to determine whether you recognize yourself as a galaxy person in your heart. ”

Anjou said: "I am not a galaxy person, I am now a grass, and my hometown belongs to the Galactic Empire. ”

The emperor asked again: "In another way, do you feel repulsed by your connection with the Galactic National Fortune?"

Anjou shook her head, national fortune is like a protective shield, which can shield curses, as well as unofficial tracking and probing powers, the Holy Spirit Grass makes many people covetous, and it is not uncommon for people to take risks in order to get her, if it weren't for the protective shield of national luck, she estimated that her daily work would be exhausted to deal with those criminals.

"Then you come with me. ”

The emperor took Anjou into the void, the surrounding laws were staggered, the sky was spinning, and in the blink of an eye, the two came to a space.

There is no living soul in this space, between the illusory reality, there is an emperor sitting on the beautiful spiral nebula, around which large and small crystal balls are floating, and he holds silk threads in his hands, driving the silk threads to keep passing through the crystal spheres, and these crystal balls are netted into a whole.

"Come here. ”

The emperor beside Anjou disappeared, and the emperor in the distance stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Anjou.

"Grandpa Jun?"

Anjou couldn't tell which emperor was in the real body and which was the incarnation, because not only her own spiritual sense, but also the little mushroom couldn't sense it.

The space, and the sight she saw, was nothingness.

Even herself, reduced to nothingness on the map.

But she's sure she's okay, because she can still sense the outside world, and the little mushroom is still sorting out and enriching the information base in the study space.

The emperor waited for Anjou to enter, raised his hand, and asked, "What do you think I have in my hand?"

Anjou wasn't sure: "Is it the line?"

The Emperor placed a thread in Anjou's hand: "Can you analyze how it is composed?"

Anjou looked carefully, the gray line, the material did not belong to any of the ones Anjou had seen, and there was nothing after importing the drawing book and the small mushroom.

The Emperor lowered his head and continued what he had just done, threads pierced through the transparent crystal ball, a huge net, connecting all the crystal balls, and inside the crystal ball, there was also a fine network.

If you look closely, you can find that those crystal balls are the world, the big crystal balls are the big world, and the small crystal balls are the small worlds, and the nets of some worlds are relatively dense, and the nets of some worlds are still very sparse.

The emperor's job was to weave the sparse nets more densely with threads, and the fine nets more densely.

The net is not static, there will often be a force similar to a fish to hit the net, sometimes the force of the collision is great, even the net line will be broken, then the emperor will stop the weaving action, shoot the fish back into the net, and then repair and strengthen the net, when the fish collides again, it will be entangled in the net, and the power will be drained.

Anru stared at it for a long time, and the thread in the emperor's hand spread out in her eyes, turning into national fortunes, rules, laws, etc.

"Is the analysis ready?"

The Emperor's voice woke Anjou, and the line changed back to a line, and Anjou told the Emperor what she had seen.

The emperor nodded: "Try to rub a thread yourself and come out and see." ”

Anjou was puzzled in his heart, this net was probably the legal net that the emperor said - the net of legal rules.

And those fish-like forces are criminals who touch the law.

Looking at the emperor's appearance, he actually wanted to give her such an important task as weaving a legal net, is the trust too high?

The emperor stopped talking and was busy with his work, so Anjou had to look down at the thread in his hand and try to continue.

Laws and rules are condensed into a line, and then integrated with national fortunes.

It took Anjou a long time to weave an inch-long thread, compared with the emperor's thread, the color of the thread woven by Anjou is not pure gray, but green gray, less heavy and cold, more vigorous, and the toughness is insufficient, Anjou can tear it off by himself.

The Emperor said, "Go on." ”

The work of thread rubbing is not boring, it can improve the perception of the rules, change the rote memorization of the law to the integration of the law, and also let her know more about the empire.

Unfortunately, this work cannot be carried into the study space, but the flow of time in this space is inherently different from that of the outside world.

It took Anjou three months to forge the thread that was approved by the emperor.

Because her understanding of the law is not the same as that of the emperor, the color of the thread is still slightly different, and Anjou's has a pale greenish color, which contains vitality and has a self-healing function.

"Try to weave the nodes with thread. The Emperor pulled a large crystal ball to Anjou and circled a planet for Anjou in the Great World: "Then connect the nodes with the surroundings as a whole. ”

Anru looked at the planet circled by the emperor and hesitated for a moment: "This planet?"

The emperor asked, "Do you want to change it?"

Anru shook her head again and again: "No, thank you Grandpa Jun." ”

The planet that has been circled is Anjou's home planet, Blue Mercury, and now it is actually more appropriate to say that the green star is actually more appropriate, because the sea has grown the Ascension Grass, and the small world tree that is still a seedling is also very conspicuous, and the clouds are dyed with green mist.

Anjou made sure that there was nothing wrong with the knot she had made, and then carefully tied the blue Mercury with a thread.

There were fish moving in the net, and one of them was still hitting the line, and some images appeared in Anjou's heart, the fish turned into a group of people, and this group of people formed an industrial chain, smuggling three generations of living spirit grass. 10