Chapter 354: I feel even more timid when I’m close to my hometown and don’t dare to ask anyone.
【Then do you want to keep a puppy? If you feed it the fruit of the Tree of Eden, even a dog can live for hundreds or thousands of years.】
"Ha, that's too extravagant. Let's forget it. I'll get through those turtles first and then think about other things."
Attribute points are indeed worth cherishing, even though he still has a lifespan of 130,000 years.
But on earth, the sources of attribute points are scarce, like rice or fish. They can only provide one or two attributes, and that’s the end of it.
The various monster meats stored on the moon have about 50,000 attributes, which is equivalent to the main source in the future.
Human breathing skills can still increase the attributes by about ten points a year - it does not mean immortality, because the effect of breathing skills will gradually decrease. His breathing skills are actually quite average, and it is estimated that it can increase by about 5,000 points.
look like.
This is the limit of human breathing skills. Only by truly mastering the essence of Xuanwu breathing skills can we go further and break through the extraordinary boundaries.
However, this requires integrating the Xuanwu bloodline and growing a turtle shell, which is probably impossible in this life.
So thinking of this, Zhang Ming estimated that if he lived flat on the earth, his lifespan might be 180,000 years...
As for the three values of physique, perception, and spirit, the physique has been "refined" to reach 15112. The other two are still stuck at around 12,000, and it is difficult to make further progress.
"I have lived for too long, and it seems pointless to repeat it every day. The earth is only so big, and only so many things happen."
"In the end, you still have to go out and take risks. Otherwise, you may be stuck here for the rest of your life, unable to break through."
Zhang Ming was thinking.
It seems that everyone is Lao Wang, doing sit-ups back and forth between lying down and standing up.
What is not available is the most beautiful thing.
He, Zhang Ming, initially laughed at Lao Wang for doing sit-ups, but then gradually understood...and eventually became Lao Wang.
……
Suddenly, he saw two familiar young people passing by, muttering to each other about something, and he quickly raised his ears to eavesdrop.
"Then you have to find a black Internet cafe and upload this information... open a ladder and find a foreign forum to post it, so you don't get asked again."
"I know, don't think I'm a fool."
"I think even if you upload it, no one will believe it."
"Well, it depends on fate. Anyway, if we make this news public, how many people believe it is beyond our control."
The two brothers and sisters of the Lin family actually wanted to send the "little gift" he gave to the Internet. This kind of ideological and moral character surprised Zhang Ming.
If it were him, it seems that he would not choose to share this precious knowledge... probably.
"It's so simple. I hope all mankind will have a better world view!"
Zhang Ming sighed in his heart, the diversity of the human species is just like this. Among the civilian class, you can often see some bright spots; the higher you go, the fewer the bright spots. This can be called the pollution of the environment to people.
Of course, there are still some bright spots at the top of humankind, otherwise the world would have been in chaos.
Immediately afterwards, he heard that the "dream seeds" he left behind seemed to cause a big fuss and alarmed some big shot. He quickly swallowed. What he expected came true, and he had no choice but to run away. p>
[Don’t you want to leave anything to young people? It can be seen that you like them quite a lot.]
"Ah, they are really good."
"But I have already sent gifts. It is their own business if they choose to disclose the information. We may meet in the future if we are destined."
"Now, I can only go home quickly."
The ginkgo tree planted by his sister is his home.
However, are the ginkgo trees still there, and do my sister's descendants still live there? Are they still doing well despite being down and out? Or maybe there are some criminals?,
Or...just a simple ordinary person?
These are all unsolved mysteries.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and I don't dare to ask anyone. As time goes by, anything can happen.
When he thought of these things, he actually felt a little confused.
But no matter what, I still have to go home!
Zhang Ming randomly found a large truck that was passing by on the highway and was heading north. He jumped lightly and rolled over directly.
There are many cardboard boxes loaded on the big truck, and the open cargo box is filled with goods. The latest news broadcast is also playing in the cab.
Of course it was the news that shocked all mankind: "According to Xiahua News Agency, the fish successfully cultivated this time are divided into three major categories..."
The truck driver was in a good mood, lit a cigarette, puffed out a cloud of smoke and started dancing, while nagging: "Damn it, if this technology doesn't come out sooner, if this technology comes out sooner, I might be able to become a great master!"<
/p>
The companions who were accompanying the driver laughed and said: "Come on, you are so lazy. You are too lazy to get up and breathe for the first breath of purple air every morning. How about a great master? It's not too late for you to practice now! Why don't you see me?
Would you like to try harder?"
"It's all due to the pressure of life. I walk at night every day, who would get up and take the first breath of purple air in the morning!"
Zhang Ming heard this interestingly, so he lay down in the cargo box, pillowed his head with his hands, and took a free ride.
The stars in the starry sky were twinkling, and the feeling of "the sky is the quilt and the earth is the bed" reminded him of his dream of traveling around the country by bicycle a long time ago.
At that time, I had not yet graduated from college, I was full of energy, had long summer and winter vacations, and had a few close friends who got along well. It was also the age when I loved fantasy the most.
So one day, everyone made an appointment to ride around the country together "when we are free in the future".
However, "the future will be free" is always the hardest thing to realize. After graduation, we go our separate ways and live our own lives. How can we still remember the promises we made?
As time goes by, the friendship in the past naturally drifts away and cannot be picked up again. Even Zhang Ming himself gradually forgets about it.
On the contrary, at this moment, taking a free ride, chatting with Xiao Hulu, and finally having a small destination, he seemed to have picked up the lost dream.
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He felt the free breeze, the wild grass on the roadside and the seabirds flying in the sky.
It was a kind of free and leisurely beauty. He didn't even know where the big truck was going, he just followed it to the north.
Even if you go in the wrong direction, just correct the course again.
What could be more exciting than traveling to an unknown destination?
"A long time ago, my young literary sister and I discussed a game called the Free Bus Game."
"On a certain auspicious day, you randomly get on a bus, get off at random, get on the bus again, get off at random, and see where your final destination will be. At that time, I thought the inventor of this game was a
Crazy."
"Now, I feel the fun of this game. Only free people can enjoy this kind of freedom."
"Well, actually, we only have this little free time, and we can't be free forever."
I passed several checkpoints along the way, and occasionally there would be some staff checking the goods in the car with little patience.
On a certain electronic screen, Zhang Ming caught a glimpse of his own face. He was classified into the same category as the most wanted criminals, but he was not considered a wanted criminal. He was considered a separate category of people.
"As expected, I was put on the list by the human government."
But obviously, these staff members did not find Zhang Ming, who was hiding deliberately.
Finally, after 6 hours, the truck drove into a big city, with brightly lit streets, crowds of people coming and going, and bright lights blocking the stars in the sky.
Zhang Ming didn't know what the name of this big city was, so he jumped out of the car and got into the gourd. He changed his clothes and adjusted his appearance slightly, and then he felt relieved.
"I have to make some money and buy a mobile phone, otherwise it will be too uncomfortable not to have access to the Internet."
"But now I don't have an ID card, so I can't buy a phone card." Zhang Ming touched the 250 yuan in his pocket. It is really difficult to get around without an ID card. Even if you get a fake ID, 250 yuan is probably not enough.
However, it is impossible to work part-time, and I don’t want to steal batteries, sell them for gold, and ruin the fun of traveling.
He saw several singers singing on the street, so on a whim, he asked Ms. Calabash to help him take out the guitar instrument he made when he was bored.
"When I was young, I actually had a little bit of social fear. It was really impossible for me to sell and sing on the street. Even if my aunt glanced at me, I would be frightened and blush."
"But now, my face is really thick-skinned. I don't know when I trained it. I don't care much about what other people think of me."
[Human, watch your performance! As long as you perform well enough, even if no one rewards you, I will reward you!]
Zhang Ming adjusted the guitar strings. He was not a professional singer, but with his extremely powerful perception and muscle control ability, it couldn't be easier to follow the example. And during the long wandering, in order to entertain himself
Le, he has also studied music a little bit.
"Ahem..."
Zhang Ming played the guitar and sang a song "In Spring".
"I still remember the spring many years ago, when I had not cut off my long hair. I had no credit card, no her, no home with 24-hour hot water..."
The slightly hoarse voice has a unique personal charm. It is not hoarse, but it is not straightforward either. When people hear it, they will know that this is a person with a story.
However, pedestrians in the world are always in a hurry. Maybe a few people are willing to stop and appreciate it for a few seconds, but it is only a few seconds.
More people just glanced at it and passed by in a hurry.
After all, they have their own lives, and the gravity from life is like a whip that whips a top, whipping them around.
