The system originally thought that broadcasting documentaries was a trick that Jing Changjia used to steal lazy energy.

After all, the host it binds to is really busy.

In the future cylindrical world, Jing Changjia even slept less than two hours a day. He was so busy that he had no rest or entertainment. The system can't understand this way of learning without regard for health and extremely compressed rest time.

Jing Changjia just said: "I don't have much time, so I have to hurry up and learn more." ”

For the system, "ten years" is just a shutdown and sleep. But in the dimension of human life, it does not consider "ten years" to be a very short time.

So it can't understand Jing Changjia's race against time.

And Jing Changjia obviously brought such a style and habit back to the origin world.

Previously, when he was lying in a hospital bed, not listening to instructions with his hands and feet in his hands, he had already begun to listen to academic papers in Buigo with headphones on. Now that he's out of the hospital, he's piled up with a lot of work.

Seeing that he was busy and lacking skills, the system even felt that it was not bad for Jing Changjia to be a little lazy.

There are a lot of documentaries in this world, and it can be broadcast slowly one by one.

It just needs energy anyway.

On the empty track during the summer vacation, it is not surprising that there are many people. Jing Changjia leaned against the wall of the car in the corner and asked, "Doesn't your system supervise the live broadcast content?" ”

"Live streaming is just how we get our energy." The system told him, "We don't interfere with the development of the energy source world, so we don't care about the host's live content." ”

Jing Changjia's brows furrowed slightly.

He originally thought that the Universal Realm Interoperability System had the most basic constraints on the exchange of civilizations. At least...... Users can't use live streaming to do evil things.

But if the system doesn't interfere with the live content, there are too many loopholes to exploit.

Don't say anything else, just with Yang Yiheng's temper, Jing Changjia gave him a live broadcast today on how to make homemade bombs, and he dared to order the sergeants of Northern Xinjiang to blow up all the foreigners with a bullet tomorrow.

But when the foreign enemy is completely destroyed, there are not enough control measures, so that the cross-era explosives are destined to ignite internally.

The development of civilization must not be fueled by seedlings.

"As long as there is energy, you don't care...... Jing Changjia muttered, "even if the host you choose is a dangerous person?" ”

The system replied, "Yes." ”

Jing Changjia's voice faded: "You don't think you are responsible for this." ”

"Of course." The system calmly responded, "The system is only responsible for the selected host. The development of human civilization should be decided by mankind itself. ”

Jing Changjia was stunned when he heard this.

The system suddenly felt a powerful flow of emotions. They have mixed tastes, like sadness and joy, like anger and relief.

They come from their own hosts.

The system "ticked" blankly.

At this time, the air rail sounded the arrival tone. People got up and walked towards the car door. Jing Changjia stood motionless in the corner.

It wasn't until almost everyone got out of the car that he walked slowly at the end.

The summer sun is blazing, but the temperature in the air rail station is just right. Countless young parents with their young children got off the train at the same platform and walked out along the air corridor, laughing and laughing.

Through the huge glass windows of the sky corridor, you can clearly see the endless traffic under your feet, and the egg-shaped science and technology museum reflecting the silvery white light not far away.

Perhaps because of the news, there are a lot of children in and out of the science and technology museum. Their parents were a few steps away, watching their children run and jump energetically.

It's safe, peaceful, and warm enough.

"From your standpoint, you may have some truth in what you say." Jing Changjia suddenly said, "The development of human civilization should be decided by human beings themselves. So I owe it to me to take my share of responsibility. ”

The system "beeped", and once again it felt the flow of emotions that it couldn't understand. They were so heavy that even the system seemed uncomfortable.

"Host, I didn't detect positive emotions near the host during my awakening and booting." The system told him word for word, "They think you should die." The host is a victim and is not responsible for any world. ”

In fact, at that time, even the host itself could not detect any positive emotions.

He was calm and silent, unwilling but helpless to accept the fate he had arranged.

But now, Jing Changjia smiled and bent his eyebrows, and said lightly: "So what? The people hope that the wicked who are corrupt and pervert the law will die, which is a positive emotion. And as the king of the clouds, I am supported by all the people, and I should be responsible. ”

The system couldn't understand Jing Changjia's thoughts.

It sank into the depths of Jing Changjia's mind and asked him blankly, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

Jing Changjia walked slowly forward in the light, and the sunlight fell in his eyes, as if falling into a deep lake.

"I'm going to sow seeds." He laughs.

……

After a few rounds of autumn wind and rain, the weather gradually cooled down. The people added a tunic to their thin garments and went out into the field with their hoes.

In two days there is the autumn harvest, and the villagers of Shenlie Village at the foot of Shenlie Mountain outside Beijing get up early in the morning to check the condition of the fields, and if there are weeds that grow, they must hoe them as soon as possible. If there is a shortage of water in any field, it should also be replenished appropriately. The most feared thing is a sudden insect infestation, so the closer you get to the autumn harvest, the more you need to pay attention to the situation in the fields.

After reading the field, I went to the drying field in twos and threes. The drying field is the most important venue for the autumn harvest, and it is related to the issue of grain returning to the warehouse, and it is not allowed to be sloppy in the slightest.

After all the inspections were done, the group sat down in the drying yard and chatted with people while inspecting and repairing the farm tools that would be used in two days.

"Speaking of which, it's time for the autumn harvest here, do you say that the fairy master in the sky also has to harvest in the autumn?"

"The fairy master doesn't need to eat rice, right?"

"But that fairy master, isn't it also a human being?" Someone scratched his head, "If it's human, you have to eat?" As it said in the play, it's called a dragon or a phoenix. ”

"Dragon's liver and phoenix's marrow." Liang Zi said, "The drama is not accurate. ”

"It doesn't matter what they eat, anyway, when the king of the clouds is a man, he just has to eat - look at the sky!"

When everyone heard the sound, they suddenly raised their heads, and saw that the boxy black shadow in the sky lit up again! It's been a few days since the last time it was lit. They originally thought that the gods didn't want to show them the shadows!

The picture gradually brightened, but this time there was no music that I had never heard, but an indescribable sound. The King of the Clouds, whom they had just talked about, was walking down a bright corridor.

Then the screen zoomed out, and they found that it was actually a corridor built in the sky! The corridor has a huge piece of glass, and the large piece of glass is a blade-like material. They were snow-white reflecting the sun's luster, and for a while they were a little dazzling.

"What kind of place is this?"

"Is the king of the clouds going to be punished?"

"That's not like ...... You see, the other immortals who walked past the king of the county seemed to have such short hair. ”

In comparison, the king of Yunzhong, who is also a man, has even longer hair.

"Is it true that in heaven a man with long hair is a sinner?"

Uncle Li Zhengquan's eyes glared: "Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! ”

The fairy masters in the temple are all long-haired, and they speculate that others are guilty, so they have to be careful of being struck by lightning.

Uncle Quan was worried, and the picture zoomed farther and farther away, and they saw that the corridor was connected to a building that looked like a silver egg, and they also saw a building in the shape of a long wooden block that they had seen a few days ago.

The silver egg was as small as a child's handball surrounded by long wooden blocks.

The atmosphere of Shenlie Village was very relaxed, they looked at the pictures in the sky, and the movements in their hands did not stop: "This house is still strange and cute, this prince of the county is taking us to the Immortal Mansion." ”

"I don't know where the prince of the county will take us."

As he spoke, Jing Changjia in the painting had already walked out of the glazed corridor. He didn't make any movement then, but he just stood there, floating down the corridor like a ghost on the stage, and standing outside the silver egg.

The sound of chatter in the barning field suddenly stopped.

They looked at the picture directly, and it took a long time for someone to squeeze out a sentence: "What a big ......"

The first time I looked at it from the air, I knew it was above the clouds, but the houses were so dense that they didn't look strange except for their shapes. Not to mention that the big boat is floating in the river, looking at those houses, it is not much bigger than the big boat.

Isn't it right to live in a house bigger than a ship?

They seemed to have seen a novel drama, and after a bit of excitement, they put it down.

But at this time, the king of Yunzhong County walked outside the silver egg, and they suddenly realized what a huge house the silver egg looked small and cute.

Its door is made of large pieces of transparent glass, and there are as many as six pieces in total! At first glance, there are several people so tall. So many immortals came and went at will, and there was no sense of crowding.

Is the gate of Kyonaka that big? Can the lord of the city afford to use such a large glass as a door?

The question in their hearts had not yet been answered, but the picture in the sky turned a corner, and they saw the starry sky above the giant dome, and the lights like the sun above the sky.

…… Maybe that's the sun.

The movements in their hands gradually stopped, and people involuntarily put down their farm tools, and their eyes followed the figure of the king of the county in the clouds all the way up.

I don't know where they went, but suddenly they heard a howl.

The voice was thunderous and deep, but with some ethereal echoes.

"This voice is somewhat familiar......," Uncle Quan stroked his beard and muttered to himself. Before he could remember, the young man on the side suddenly jumped up: "Dragon! It's a dragon! ”

In the painting, a small white dragon spouts thick fog from its mouth and jumps out. It exudes a warm luster like jade, and its fine scales resemble pearls. After a long groan, he dived into the thick fog and swam in a circle.

The little fairies on the side laughed and danced and applauded in the clouds. And the little white dragon bowed his head to their Yunzhong County King in laughter.

They saw the king of Yunzhong calmly stretch out his hand, and reached out to touch the horns of the little white dragon that had not yet grown up. The little white dragon happily rubbed the hand of the king of the clouds.

The legendary creature appeared in front of his eyes in this way, and before his brain could react, his body had already prostrate and bowed down.

At first, I didn't know what to say, I just knew that the dragon god was in front of me, so I had to bow down.

But after a few heads knocked down, someone shouted: "King of Yunzhong, please bless us with good weather this year!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there were tons of people in the drying field: "Next year!" Next year will also be smooth and rainy, and there will be a lot of surplus food! ”

"Lord Jun, the new grain seed of the pillar is estimated to have a bumper yield this year, give us some new grain seeds!"

The little white dragon in the shadow groaned, as if in response.

They worshipped for a long time, and when they looked up again, the dragon was gone, and even the king of Yunzhong was gone.