Lu Beichen stared blankly at the palm-sized spiritual object in his hand and said, "You...... Can you talk?"

"Fool...... Fool...... Pig and chicken ...... Pig and chicken ......" The voice continued, not responding to his words.

The little meat mushroom was blinking, the antlers were swaying, but its mouth was not moving, which was unpredictable.

Lu Beichen frowned, a little puzzled, and said, "Are you talking, or am I hallucinating?"

The voices didn't respond or stop, but instead staggered and said, "Fool, fool...... Pigs, pigs, chickens...... Fools, fools......"

The voices were real, not far away, but close to the ears, falling in the heart, not echoing in the air.

Looking around, there was no one.

So these sounds can only be the sounds made by the little thing.

"Don't make a fuss. Lu Beichen said impatiently.

The little meat mushroom lying in the palm of his hand seemed to understand this sentence, and suddenly kicked his front hooves, left his palm, and naturally fell to the ground.

This action was very natural and a little domineering, so that Lu Beichen was taken aback, rubbed his hands, and said, "Why are you so hard?"

"Pig and chicken...... Fool ......"

"Pig and chicken...... Fool ......"

The voice continued, and Rouzhi's mouth still didn't open, only the blue eyes seemed to convey something.

The position of those two words seemed to have changed, Lu Beichen seemed to have thought of something, and he also inadvertently noticed the information conveyed from his eyes.

For some reason, at a glance, it was silent and sound, and he seemed to understand something—what it meant, if it were to be expressed in human language, was it an impatience, an impatience to hate iron, or more appropriately, an impatience to share the know-how after a sudden realization?

Lu Beichen thought to himself, why did it keep shouting these two words? What is Pig and Chicken? Is it your name or does it mean something else?

The little meat zhi that fell to the ground didn't care about Lu Beichen's emotions, and began to stretch its hands. The human body, which was sitting on the horse, suddenly began to writhe. In the dark night, this little flesh mushroom with a snow-white and crystal body looks like those acrobatic girls.

That year, Rouzhi stopped in the grove. What Lu Beichen saw was a pair of bright eyes that couldn't hide the blue light, and there was some white light gathered on the two antlers from nowhere, and the snow-white body was particularly dazzling under those lights.

is such a snow-white little thing, at that time, it actually danced in front of Lu Beichen, lifelike, which made Xiao Beichen feel extremely cute, so when he met that girl, he also hesitated to give her this meat zhi, but fortunately, this meat zhi ran away by himself.

And today, why is it dancing again?

At that time, he couldn't read the shyness hidden under the sapphire eyes, but today he could read the eagerness conveyed by the eyes, and what did this writhing represent?

Lu Beichen looked at one of the antlers, and his expression suddenly became solemn when he was tilting his head.

"You mean, Tsukiki?"

A smile resurfaced on the snow-white face, and the joy that had been suppressed for many days returned to this prison.

Xiao Rouzhi smiled, and Lu Beichen also smiled.

"But the thread wasn't long enough. Lu Beichen said helplessly.

The front hooves of the meat smacked the ground again, and then stomped away.

"Huh...... Why did you leave?" Lu Beichen was stunned in his heart, and his expression was a little gloomy.

However, between the pitches, Xiao Rouzhi returned to Lu Beichen again, with two ropes hanging behind him.

The time was so short that before Lu Beichen had time to have too many mood swings, he was attracted by the two ropes that came from nowhere.

Behind the starlight, he realized that the thread was not long enough.

In life, a rope is tied to a stake, if you want to connect this rope to another stake, and at this time you find that the rope is not long enough, the most direct solution is to connect the rope - connect another rope to this rope to form a longer rope, then you can connect the two stakes together.

He knew this truth, and also thought, if the stars are compared to a stake, and the dantian is compared to another stake, then if you want to connect that line together, can you also use a connection?

It's just that those threads are like weeping willows, and its essence is light. If you really want to connect, do you need to connect with light, but how do you find such a "line" to connect it?

Is it light?

If it is, then it has to be starlight. But again, how do we connect the dots?

Every hypothesis is accompanied by countless questions, so Lu Beichen finds it incredible.

But seeing Xiao Rouzhi carrying these two ropes, Lu Beichen felt even more incredible, and said, "How do you know what I think? Are you reminding me that this plan is feasible? But what should I do?"

According to all the inferences and conclusions, in order to absorb the power of the stars, it is necessary to solve the problem of what the breath of the stars is and how to use the energy in the starlight. Among these problems, the senior who left the manuscript in the mirror proposed a solution, that is, to find those lines.

And those threads, in fact, only need one.

When the god senses the existence of the line, he only needs to select one of the stars in the sky, and then use a line to guide the starlight to the dantian.

But on the mainland, probably no one has ever tried it, so no one knows that it turns out that at the top of the firmament, the line of starlight is not long enough at all, and the so-called line is actually only about half a line, which cannot connect the stars and the dantian.

And the most direct way to lengthen that wire is to wiring it, but what wire to use and how to connect it is the problem that Lu Beichen can't figure out the most now.

Lu Beichen followed the train of thought and solved the problems one by one. While every step of the assumption is a problem, extrapolating the inference to this point, there are actually only two questions left.

Just now, he saw the eagerness in Rouzhi's eyes, and of course he also saw a kind of complaint. It's just that he didn't know the reason for that complaint just now, but now he seems to understand a little, that meat zhi is here to encourage him, don't give up.

The little meat zhi listened to his words and did not respond. It put away its smile and walked lightly, leaning against the wall, silent.

Lu Beichen smiled, touched its head, and said, "It's okay. ”

Yes, even the predecessors in the manuscript did not give an answer to this question, it is just a small spiritual creature, it has always obeyed people's orders, although it is respected as a rare thing by the world, but after all, it is still a small thing that needs to be protected, how can you know such a complicated thing?

How can a little man as small as a puppet know the secrets in the vast starry sky?

It's normal and reasonable to think like this, but Lu Beichen still ignored it after all, this meat mushroom is a spiritual creature that has lived for 10,000 years after all.

There was not a single cloud in the solemn sky, the sky was dark, and the stars were shining.

Starlight is not like a spark, but like a puck of ice, or a glowing crystal.

I don't know when, in this dark prison, a few spots of light were scattered and scattered.

Something strange.

During the two days he was in prison, he had only seen some astigmatism through the window. The light falling to the ground often made this cold dungeon a little warmer.

Those astigmatism is probably the light of someone in the distance, or the moonlight, so it is a little soft.

Tonight, however, he had seen a spot of light, and it wasn't just one.

The primordial rays of light that cast onto the ground are also conspicuous against the dark background.

Lu Beichen's consciousness had already been stimulated, and he clearly perceived the frequency of the light projected in, and not long after, his vision also saw those lines.

Lu Beichen was stunned in his heart, compared with the light of the past, whether it was color or frequency, it was completely different, but there was a familiar feeling.

Isn't this the line that the god perceives after he rolls up to the top of the clouds?

But aren't those lines long enough?

Confused, he subconsciously looked at the corner of the wall.