Chapter Forty-Eight: The Heavenly Machine Gate Falls into Zhang Yi

[Chapter Word Count: 2083 Last Updated: 2015-03-1021:30:41.0]

Their helicopter was parked at a military airport, and after returning to the plane, Kitano Jun wrote down the address that Lao Hei said and handed it to Mo Youyou, "Let's go back to the capital, stop by here?" ”

Mo Youyou, who was about to go north, looked at the address and said, "Is this called a way?" It's already quite a bend, and it takes a few cents of oil. Joking, Mo Youyou quickly used the handheld scanner in the plane to enter the address into the satellite navigation.

The place they were going to was not far away, in a rural village in the countryside of the city. The reason why I want to go there is because Lao Hei found out that the person who wrote "Crazy One" on the Internet lives there.

Or that he didn't find it, the other party's technical means are very clever, and he can't force a breakthrough several times. Later, I contacted the author, and I tirelessly communicated again and again before I asked for the address.

After coming to the address, Lao Hei saw that it was within the scope of Qiu'an City, so he hurriedly called Kitano Jun who was in Qiu'an City, and the province had to make a trip. But the quality of Kitano's phone is not good, and there is no signal in a space blocked by water hundreds of meters underground.

In view of the fact that the connection with Kitano Jun is so flawed, Lao Hei is now planning a communication tool at home that he has been researching for several years, called an electronic tattoo phone. It is a mobile phone drawn with a special pen, which has been tested many times on shaved dogs and has been successful, and it is estimated that Kitano Jun will be able to use it when he returns.

The trio were in a helicopter, and it took less than five minutes for the navigation to show that they had reached their destination. Hovering above a two-story house, this is where the person Kitano Jun is looking for lives. The driver, Mo Youyou, asked the two passengers behind him, "Where do we stop?" ”

Before Kitano Jun and Xiaocui could say anything, suddenly a pavilion in the courtyard below suddenly began to move on its own and ran to the side. The ground on which the pavilion had been housed began to rise, and a huge parking platform rose.

Mo Youyou was speechless and asked Kitano Jun, "What kind of character are you going to visit?" The equipment at home is quite complete. ”

Kitano Jun replied truthfully, "He is a person from Tianjimen, and his pen name is Luo Zhang Yi, and his real name is unknown." ”

Mo Youyou fought a cold war, the people of Tianjimen have been hidden for a long time, how can one come out today. The appearance of the people of the Heavenly Machine Gate is not a good sign, because they must have something worthy of their appearance in order to do so.

As for the other party's name, Mo Youyou has never heard of it. Everyone in Tianjimen has a pen name, and this guy who has fallen into the word generation doesn't know how many generations of disciples of Tianjimen are.

Mo Youyou controlled the helicopter to land firmly on the parking platform, and then climbed down the escalator to the ground. They could have just jumped off, but that would be rude. They don't want to offend the guys from Tianjimen. The trick of the Heavenly Machine Gate is to peek through the heavenly machine, but there is an even more unique trick called changing one's life against the sky.

They don't usually use that trick, and if they use it, it will damage the Tao, but if anyone annoys them, they will also do something that will break the net. If they are allowed to do so, then the life of a lifetime of wealth and nobility may also become a beggar on the street.

The three of them stood in the middle of the courtyard, debating who would knock on the door of the room. Luo Zhangyi already knew that they were coming, but he didn't come out to greet them at all, as if he didn't take them seriously.

Just as the three of them were standing outside the door to discuss, a man's voice came from inside the room, "Since you're here, why don't you come in?" ”

Kitano Jun hurriedly said, "I take the liberty to disturb my seniors, and I hope so,"

Before the polite words were finished, the voice interrupted him, "Where is so much nonsense, come in quickly." "The voice doesn't sound like a senior.

The three of them looked at each other, and Kitano Jun took the lead in pushing the door in. As soon as they entered the house, all three of them were surprised. I saw that the floor of the room was secretly covered with paper, and there was hardly a place to stay.

The guy named Luo Zhangyi was holding a fire pig brush in his left hand and a box of things in his right hand that he couldn't tell what it was. But according to their understanding of Tianjimen, it should be a kind of cinnabar, just a kind of cinnabar that they have never seen.

Luo Zhangyi's body was also full of notes, he took off the note covering his face, smiled at the three of them, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little messy here." ”

Luo Zhangyi looks like a young man, not particularly handsome, but not ugly either. Like an ordinary second uncle's boy. Hearing Luo Zhangyi's words, Kitano Jun and the three hurriedly said that it didn't matter, they were bothered.

Luo Zhangyi put down the pen and cinnabar, kicked out a little gap with his feet, pulled a few chairs and invited the three of them to sit down and said, "You make your own tea, and I'll talk to you while I'm doing updates." ”

"What's the update?" Kitano Jun didn't understand.

"I write online novels, of course I have to update them every day, and I want more than 2,000 words a day." ”

"Two thousand words shouldn't be difficult to write, right?" Kitano Jun also liked to dance and write ink during the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. At that time, the conditions were backward, and I could only write with a pen. But even then, it's not difficult to write 2,000 words a day. Not to mention that now that science and technology are developed, how can there be no 100 network code words a minute.

Hearing Kitano Jun's words, Luo Zhangyi sighed with a sad face and said, "I'm different from others, you can understand it by looking at it." With that, he turned on his computer and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. He cut out the words on the paper one by one and found a box of cinnabar again.

He used cinnabar to trace the words, and when the words turned golden, he threw them at the computer, and then the electronic documents stored in the computer would have that extra word. It takes about seven or eight seconds to write a word, which is really tiring enough.

Kitano asked him why he had to write like that?

Luo Zhangyi picked up another word, and after painting it with cinnabar, it did not turn yellow. He threw the word into the shredder next to him. Then I told them, "I don't see it, not only am I very slow to write a word, but I may not be able to use it when I write it." ”

Luo Zhang Yi further explained to them that those who peep into the heavens are going against the sky. Tianji asked, which is in line with the meaning of heaven and earth. In fact, they have always been misunderstood, they usually do not peep at the heavenly machine, but ask about the heavenly machine.

When Luo Zhang Yi said this, the three of them were even more confused. Ask about the heavenly machine? What is the method of inquiry?

Luo Zhangyi continued to explain that the first thing they had to do was to guess the heavenly machine, and write out the guess with a fire pig pen and Liu Yansha. After it is written, they use a kind of Yantian pen unique to their door, and redraw it word by word after being dipped in gold sand. If the handwriting turns yellow, it is a heavenly recognition. If there is no change, it means that this is not the case, and we have to find a way to change it.

They don't write anything casually, and what they write must be heavenly. So even if he writes a novel, he has to follow the rules step by step. Can't be like others, the keyboard snaps, 10,000 a day without pressure.