Teacher

The short-haired girl, tears welling in her eyes, bit her lip and finally slowly shook her head.

She didn't want the old man to fall into another crisis.

At that very moment.

Dust billowed in the distance.

But then they saw the man in Red Glasses leading a dozen menacing thugs, riding in a maglev car, speeding toward the girl's location!

"Hahaha!"

"She's there!"

"Tonight, I can finally have some fun!"

"That little girl is someone I've been fantasizing about for so long!"

Red Glasses, holding a beam machine gun, stood atop a car, laughing incessantly. He then spat at his men, "You want to wait for a second round? You bunch of bastards, let me tell you, no way! That skinny little thing, I won't get enough of her in a short time!"

Upon seeing this, the short-haired girl's eyes welled up with tears of despair.

But the old man slowly said, "Is he a bad person? Are they trying to bully you?"

The little girl didn't explain much, but simply looked at the old man and said, "You... run away quickly."

But the old man remained unmoved, staring at the girl's clear eyes and her tightly clenched lips, which were already bleeding.

Immediately.

The old man knelt down on one knee with difficulty and placed the worn-out leather suitcase in front of him. This one action made his severely exhausted body gasp for breath several times.

Click.

Click.

The old man slowly opened the brass-colored button on the leather suitcase.

He then slowly opened the suitcase.

Inside the suitcase was a flat blue panel with several shallow indentations. In these indentations, as if by a peddler from an old era, were displayed dark silver rings, metal pendants, and other common trinkets.

The old man pondered for a moment, then gently picked up a silver hair clip with his wounded fingers. The hair clip was not complicated in design; Linglong, like an interwoven mesh.

He held the hair clip up to the little girl's short gray hair, then suddenly smiled. "This suits you very well."

"Child, come here."

The old man pulled the dazed little girl to his side and carefully pinned a silver hair clip into her short gray hair.

after.

The old man reached out and wiped away the mud-stained tears from the little girl's eyes, saying kindly, "Child, take a deep breath and say after me... Virtual Machine, start."

"Virtual Machine, start."

The little girl's clear voice then rang out.

A feeling I had never experienced before arose.

She felt an ocean of code surging towards her, but the moment it reached her, it became incredibly gentle. After the code enveloped her, she discovered that the entire world had turned into code.

A speck of dust drifted before her eyes; she merely raised her hand to touch it, and the dust shattered into even finer codes.

A realization dawned on her.

It seems we are now at an unprecedented height, like gods.

The old man's voice echoed in my ears, "Next, think about things you've never dared to think about, and do things you've never dared to do."

Next.

The short-haired girl's body seemed to float in mid-air, set against a backdrop of vast code, with even a pair of blue code wings unfurling from her back.

It flew across the sky.

Red Glasses and his men were dumbfounded.

Suddenly, an engineered exoskeleton appeared on their bodies, and these exoskeletons operated in a way that defied human perception, quickly shattering all their joints.

then.

Using her memory, the little girl built a ventilator and saved Xiaoguang, who was in a state of suspended animation due to suffocation.

It flew headlong into that bottomless natural cave.

They retrieved their parents' bodies, which had already decomposed into skeletons.

She buried her parents and then granted all the laborers access to the engineering skeleton, allowing them to freely choose whether to leave or stay.

after.

The little girl looked at the enormous mine shaft before her; it seemed even more desolate than before.

She has no relatives left.

There's no need for us to stay here anymore.

She touched the silver hair clip in her hair.

She turned around, spread her blue wings, and flew towards the Gobi Desert.

The old man, carrying a suitcase, continued his arduous journey. He turned back and saw the little girl slowly descending from the air.

He laughed and said, "That's a gift from me, you don't need to return it."

"Can you take me in?"

The short-haired girl's eyes sparkled.

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "At the end of this path lies a younger brother, even more powerful than myself. I want him to see the error of his ways... but he seems to be deeply... very deeply entrenched. So this path will be very difficult... very difficult."

"I'm not afraid."

The little girl's face was stern, showing no fear or intention to back down.

"Well..."

The old man sighed, "You child, alright... if you're willing, from now on you can call me teacher."

"Teacher."

The little girl bowed deeply.

"This child..."

The old man shook his head, picked up the leather suitcase, and continued walking forward. Ahead lay the setting sun in the west, and he had no idea where his destination was.

The little girl started walking too, following behind the old man. "Teacher, what's this hair clip?"

That's one of my works.

The old man patted his worn-out leather suitcase and suddenly laughed, "They all have their own names, and the way I named them is inspired by the divine system in the physical world."

"Your hair clip."

"It is a guardian deity in India Buddhism, named ' Bishamonten '."

The short-haired little girl, who had been silently following along, her eyes flickering between light and shadow, suddenly spoke up, "Teacher, I really like this name. From now on... I'll also be called Bishamonten."

The Qin Yiguan at this time.

Silently watching the image floating in mid-air.

It was an old man and a child, walking into the distance in the setting sun.

"I never expected that I could actually see her memories inside Virtual Machine."

"Too."

"After humans enter the Metaverse, their physical bodies are essentially code, and the memories stored in their brains can also be converted into code. Of course, this code can also be converted into images."

"Just like the archives of memories from the past."

Qin Yiguan nodded, his gaze shifting downwards. At this moment, the Battle Angel Bishamonten had grown into such a sexy and aloof woman.

Bishamonten, however, stood motionless on the ground with her head tilted back.

Because at this moment, she was trapped within Qin Yiguan's ' Encapsulation ' and could only passively accept everything.

"Activation event."

Qin Yiguan spoke softly. At this moment, he understood that this 'activation event' was not actually activating something, but rather a Passphrase to wake someone up from the Virtual Machine.

But then Bishamonten's expression shifted, and she suddenly opened her eyes. A look of indescribable shock appeared in her long, narrow, beautiful eyes.

Her voice even trembled slightly, "You can actually... simulate a Virtual Machine! Who are you?!"

The boy shook his head helplessly. "I've already introduced myself. My Qin Yiguan."

"Impossible!"

Bishamonten's eyes showed no sign of fading with fear as he exclaimed, "Absolutely impossible!"

"Look."

"This world is just so unfair."

Qin Yiguan spread his hands and said, "You just won't believe me no matter what, but I've already believed everything you said before."

now.

Qin Yiguan gazed at Bishamonten before her; she truly possessed a unique beauty, and watching her was a pleasure.

But Qin Yiguan's mind was racing.

Master Ying Dang once said that he had two students before Shitian.

One of them is the 'L', which represents the Lu Zhoulang.

But Master Ying Dang didn't mention that his two students were twin brothers, the other of whom was Lu Zhoulang.

That is, the old man in Bishamonten's memory who traveled alone for a long time, trying to persuade his younger brother to turn back from his misguided path.

It's obvious.

Over the years, Lu Zhoulang has failed.

so.

He then arranged for Bishamonten to come and find ' Qin Yiguan ', hoping that ' Qin Yiguan ' could end the life of the Lu Zhoulang, who had completely fallen into the abyss.

Suddenly, Qin Yiguan spoke.

I have two questions.

"First, what level has the strength, or rather, the technological level, of the Lu Zhoulang reached at this point?"

"Secondly, why did your teacher know of my existence and place such high hopes on me?"