Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 579 The Magician of the Maghreb

street.An area that exists in any city.Link private realms to each other, or separate them.It's also a marvelous product of design, a mathematical puzzle tinged with value.As for what path to use to connect individuals, it is not only about history, but also about power.

Even in the last remaining city on earth, streets still exist.Its layout is very strange, some people say that it is an extra-dimensional space structure, so the people who live in it can never tell which way they are on.But that doesn't affect their daily life.They only have to cross one street to get to the square, and one street to visit any of their neighbors.That's not the same street.A lot of people never really walk down the same street.

The shape of the streets is very strange and inexplicable to most of the city dwellers who have ever existed in the world.They may be able to find some traces in it, like the place they lived in before their death, but the overall style is not similar.The road is colorful, emerald green soil, wriggling on the viscous warm purple river, some golden shoots grow out of it, singing loud and chaotic songs.The walls on both sides of the road have a fluid and soft texture, with patterns of hundreds of millions of colors.The patterns and colors on the walls change every time the weather changes – and there are thousands of different weathers here.

Today's weather is golden rain.Liquid elemental gold was swept from all directions, dripping into the flowing walls and soil, turning into brilliant golden beads.Pale pink vines with round pockets grow on the wall, holding golden beads in lantern-like calyxes.Then they trembled their flowers and leaves, and began a mighty chorus from the rain.

To the sound of the chorus, Wei and his two friends ran across the street laughing.The golden rain and hot golden beads hit them, causing them to let out a few screams from time to time, or raise their arms and pincers high.But in fact, they didn't care much about the rain.

That's thanks to their bodies.These three romps in the street would undoubtedly have caused screams of terror in any primitive age of past history.Miwa's body is ring-shaped and can roll in any direction in space. The skin is made of a thousand kinds of cloth with different patterns, and most of the tissues are soft and strong.Yi's body was the exact opposite of hers. It was decorated with various stones and porcelain pieces, but she gave herself a pair of emerald-colored wings full of flowers.When she closes her wings, she looks like a fluffy emerald egg.The golden raindrops hit the top, as if there were many eyes of the Holy Spirit embedded.

Vee and his two companions don't look alike.His body still retains many original traces, because he has not experienced a long time since he was born, and he is not yet tired of the original body.Still, he attaches two saw discs with lasers between his upper arms and the back of his hands, and uses them to slice through roads and soil.Additionally, he has grown a glowing disc on his head that beeps as he runs.He and his two companions were having fun with the disc at the moment.

They stick their arms or tentacles into the purple river and scoop up some random litter.At this time, a man dressed in black and dressed like an ascetic came from one end of the street.The man happened to pass by them, stopped and looked at them thoughtfully.

Vi didn't know the man.He knew that he had been reset, maybe because of dissociative disease, people lived too long.He knew the ascetics, however, because such beliefs are very popular these days.You can often see people dressed in similar styles in the square. They preach the sensibility brought by pain, thinking that it will save the numb and tired body and mind from infinite disasters.Every day, people like this can be seen in the square, using electric shock devices or stingers to practice, or using radio waves to share their sadness and despair with others.This popularity will last for about a few decades before being completely abandoned.

This belief has no appeal to Wei now.His new birth has washed away all memory of the past, so that all pleasures are still new to him.

However, for some reason, when the passing ascetic stared at him with a pair of black eyes, he felt indescribably kind.That's not surprising, this person may have known him from the past.Among the infinite number of inhabitants in this city, two independent individuals have special meaning for each other, and that happens in this city from time to time.

The stranger walked towards him, with two unremarkable fleshy legs wrapped in black vegetable fabric.He may also have just experienced a new life, or a primitive style person.

"Are you Wei?" asked the man dressed as an ascetic monk.

It should be pointed out that, like the number of streets, there are countless languages ​​available in the city.Because nowadays, communication is not a necessary choice, and the choice of language is also a matter of people's own preferences.Some people love chanting and stammering, and use metal pipes to vibrate to produce gentle tones; others adopt the simplest tone method, and the words and sentences they utter are all like the movement of a river splashing.Understanding that subtle language requires correct auditory modification, and it is in this way that they select the appropriate communication partner.

At the moment, the friar speaks one of Vi's favorite languages.Grammar and vocabulary are simple, lacking some sophisticated modifiers and adjectives, but very flexible in form.If aesthetically or artistically, it's not a good language, but good or bad, it doesn't matter in the infinite city.

Vi answered him, and asked the ascetic how he knew his name.

"I am a friend of your family," said the ascetic.He smiled slightly, looking at the saw discs on Wei's arms.Suddenly, he stretched out a finger and wiped the saw disc.

"If you don't mind," he said.

Vee agrees, somewhat curiously.Then the ascetic's fingers slashed across the saw.With the movement of his fingertips, the steel surface disintegrated orderly and chaotically.Layers of sawn surfaces are flipped, interlaced, and fitted together, extending around Wei's arm, like growing from a young shoot into a lush giant tree in an instant.Vie's body is now completely encased in cleverly organized saw discs.Each of them functioned freely, but did not damage the original part of the dimension.

His two playmates gasped in wonder.The design looks so intricate and beautiful, and it was done in a flash.Without hesitation and modification, it was as if the whole structure had long been engraved in the ascetic's mind.

The ascetic gave another push on the last unfolded saw.The rotating shaft shrinks along the smooth thin rod, and all the saw discs gather and merge one by one, and return to the back of Wei's hand in circles.He didn't delete the design he made, but put it away neatly, and returned to Cheng Wei's original two simple saw discs.Now they look a little thicker and more complex than before, but largely the same.Wei tried to swing his arms, but didn't feel how the weight increased.

He also marveled, full of admiration and love for the stranger.

"You are a practicing magician!" he exclaimed in surprise.It was the highest praise for a scholar in the language he mastered.

The ascetic still smiled calmly, as if he thought all this was very interesting.He looked at Wei with kind and warm eyes, full of affection and care.

"It's very simple," he said. "If you want to learn, I can teach you. Vi, I was your friend last time. I also knew your mother and respected her very much. As a friend, I am obliged to teach you the correct knowledge. But before that, please let me come to your house for a while."

(End of this chapter)