"What have you brought, messengers?"

After talking with Chen Xi, Li Bai asked the envoys of the three civilizations.

The secretary-general took out a silver-white suitcase and handed it over, and spoke first: ""On the balcony post, the authentic handiwork." ”

"I heard that you love to collect small objects of civilization, and this may be all that human civilization is worthy of your collection, an art that cannot be surpassed."

The box floated to Li Bai's side and opened automatically, and he stroked the yellowed white linen paper and nailed the atom to death.

"For two centuries, most of it was at war, so it's hard to preserve these things, right?"

Yiyi said: "It is very hard, the United Nations has proposed the destruction of these things many times, although it has not passed, but the official has also decided that it will not consume any financial or material resources for these things." ”

"Survival is the most important thing, and we have to give it up." His tone was a little choked.

"These historical relics were originally stored on the moon, but later, when the Devourers wanted to completely destroy the moon, we had to move to the star ring, and at that time, part of the sealed artworks were handed over to us, the inheritors of culture, and our task was to protect them so that they could be passed on until the end of the war."

Yiyi is a child who grew up on the moon.

"Well, it's a precious thing, I can't ask for it." Li Bai said.

The flames in the ship's furnace increased in brightness, and halos of various colors surged on the surrounding plane.

A seal and seal clay fell into Li Bai's hands one after another, and he stamped a seal on the "Balcony Post".

"That's enough."

Yi Yi retrieved the suitcase and found that there were two more cursive inscriptions on the original handwriting.

The Bojiang people handed over a tube of DNA hard disk to Li Bai, which contained about ten cubic millimeters of DNA material and stored more than 7,000 terabytes of information.

"We don't have poetry in the human sense, and the art of our Bojiang people usually uses DNA to record their feelings about the world for a moment, whether it is beautiful, or happy, or painful."

Art that acts directly on the senses.

"DNA can replicate itself, and these arts will be shared with everyone for free through food."

The digestive organs of the Pojang people can read the DNA information in food, and their art revolves around food.

Li Bai smiled and said, "Your art has a certain similarity with the life forms of the higher races in the universe. ”

Chen Xi said: "Every Bojiang person can empathize, which is something that human beings can't find." ”

"There is a thick barrier between people's hearts, but we are working on solving this problem." The Secretary-General looked determined.

"Bojiang people are our reference objects, and we will use technical means to move closer in that direction."

Li Bai smiled and said: "The little worm that knows mistakes and can change them is a good worm, and when I travel, I will try my best to help you redeem the despicable reputation of human beings in the cosmic society." ”

"I want to build an ecological neural network here, is that okay?" Li Bai asked Chen Xi again.

"Of course, the Bojiang people are members of the Pan-Human Council, and there should be a place for them here."

The ball on the spaceship took action to transform the ecology, and Li Bai first transformed himself and turned himself into a Bojiang person.

Chen Xi asked with a little curiosity: "Can you transform me?" I want to get a taste of the life forms of the Bojiang people. ”

Then, a rainbow of light enveloped him.

"Ling's dimension is too low, I can only let your digestive organs have the function of interpreting DNA information, and comprehensive transformation is equivalent to killing you."

While transforming the ecology, Li Bai asked the devouring people: "Messenger, if you have any ideas, just say it." ”

The Devouring Ambassador handed a box of hard drives to Li Bai: "Respected God, here are some of our selected long poems. ”

Li Bai said: "I have collected your art for a long time, just when I was searching for the Pan-Human Council. ”

"Your art, how to put it, is not aesthetically appealing."

"Three-dimensional space is very concise, and three-dimensional art should also be concise and rich, but your art, like many high-dimensional civilizations I have come into contact with, uses a complex and obscure system to describe what you see and hear, and your millions of lines of poetry are not comparable to a seven-character or even five-character rhythm of human beings."

The Devouring Messenger silently put away the gift in disappointment.

It is ridiculous that the fate of a civilization is determined by the failure of communication.

Li Bai continued: "I have a suggestion that you can end your war so that the three civilizations can continue. ”

"A world on the other side of the galaxy, where there is a civilization, backward but more advanced than you, who transformed a planet as a zoo, and now there is a shortage of animals."

"I can relocate any of you, and you will be raised as a poultry and live a happy life without food and clothing, but you will lose the right to develop your race until they are willing to let you go back to nature, this process will only take tens of millions of years, and after ascending to the twelfth dimension, completing purification, and mastering the way of super-distance movement, they will not need the low-level art of zoos."

The Secretary-General preemptively said: "Then it can only be dinosaurs, and human beings would rather be broken than destroyed." ”

"Moreover, dinosaurs are the vanquished in war, and this is the treatment that the vanquished should enjoy."

Devourer said angrily: "The great Devouring Empire cannot be pets, we would rather die in battle." ”

"Don't think you're winning!"

Li Bai poured himself a glass of wine and sighed: "You can't be tamed, this is the power of the soul." ”

"Then there's no way, let's do it ourselves."

As he spoke, Li Bai picked two fruits from the field and handed one to Chen Xi.

Chen Xi ate it in one bite, it was moist and moist, sweet and sour, not bad.

After a few moments, the digestive system began to work, and the information in the fruit's DNA was decoded little by little.

Chen Xi rubbed his temples, only to feel that his head was sore, and a large amount of confusing information that he couldn't read poured into his mind.

Seeing Chen Xi's appearance, Li Bai laughed: "The art of the Bojiang people is to make changes in the body's senses through the DNA information in food, and then transmit the perceptual information to the brain. ”

"The sensory systems of humans and Bojiang people do not match, and forced interpretation will only lead to garbled characters.

"You're cheating me." Chen Xi said speechlessly.

"It's better to turn me back."

Li Bai nodded, and a colorful light appeared in the ball.

He took a bite of the fruit, savored it for a moment, and shuddered before saying, "Very interesting art." ”

"One moment standing on the top of the mountains, cold wind, low pressure, difficulty breathing, the next moment turning into a free bird soaring into the sky, the bird flies over the blue sky, flies into the universe, suffocates, loses pressure, and then the life form changes, becoming a ship in the universe..."

The original spaceships of the Pojan people were biomorphic, and these feelings are real to certain creatures.

"What is this poem called?"

The people of Bojiang said: "The road of evolution, the song of the heavens." ”

(End of chapter)