Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

After flying up to the sky, Mo Nan felt the clouds passing by him and squinted his eyes slightly.

Looking at the endless vast blue sky, Mo Nan stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and waved it towards the sky. A muffled sound continued to sound above the sky, as if the god of thunder was angry and the world was shocked.

Retracting his fist, Mo Nan frowned. It was useless?

Mo Nan continued to ascend, and soon he left the atmosphere and came to the cold space.

Looking at the familiar and beautiful blue planet, Mo Nan sighed: "It's much smaller than the blue star."

Then, he frowned again involuntarily. Is it the blue star again?

Mo Nan just stood quietly and proudly in the space, frowning and thinking.

At this moment, countless satellites turned around and came to Mo Nan. In the space station, the astronauts were shocked and looked at the person standing not far away in disbelief.

Mo Nan turned a blind eye to all this. This was just a picture in his memory. There was nothing to be surprised about.

Then, Mo Nan sat cross-legged in space and closed his eyes.

He let all kinds of space technology point the camera at him and broadcast live to the world.

Mo Nan closed his eyes and began to recall everything that had happened since he woke up from the examination room.

If I guessed correctly, it is more likely that this is his memory space, and the possibility of it being an illusion is relatively small.

The reason is also very simple, that is, everything is too real, and it is completely consistent with a scene in his memory.

In that memory, everything was the same as before, taking exams, sleeping, and being scolded.

However, there was no other series of subsequent events. After he was scolded and woke up, he honestly started to answer questions. As a result, his grades dropped significantly. Teacher Gong still cared about him and gave him a psychological counseling to motivate Mo Nan to work hard.

Then, Mo Nan worked hard and was admitted to a fairly good college.

If it was an illusion, the other party would definitely arrange everything the same as in memory, without any changes. At least, the character's personality would not change much, otherwise, it would easily arouse suspicion.

Moreover, there were dreams about himself. Of course, now Mo Nan felt that that was the real reality, and he would not let Gong Juanjuan tell him those words.

So, after confirming this, how should he deal with it?

Memory?

Shaking his head, Mo Nan had no clue.

He remembered Gong Juanjuan's dreams about himself.

Goldfinger? Copy? Martial arts? Bagua Palace?

As Mo Nan kept thinking, he suddenly remembered one thing. When he just woke up from the examination room, he seemed to have a period of blank memory. When he just woke up, he looked at the clock. From waking up to his body shaking and being supported by Gong Juanjuan, one minute had passed.

What did he do in that minute? Why did he almost fall?

Mo Nan's brain turned quickly. The key to all this must have appeared within that minute.

As Mo Nan kept recalling, the memory of that minute gradually emerged.

At a certain moment, Mo Nan suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out of his eyes, smashing two satellites not far away into pieces.

He remembered it, everything!

Blue Star, Yin Yang Academy, Bagua Palace...

He traveled from Earth to Blue Star, and came to a world where everyone is a martial artist and everyone has a golden finger.

Just as Mo Nan recalled everything, the scene in front of him slowly dissipated, and the cold universe gradually disappeared.

Mo Nan's disappearing memory gradually emerged in Mo Nan's mind. He took a last look at the gradually dissipating blue earth and said lightly:

"Thank you, goodbye."

Mo Nan was still a little happy to see this planet again, to complete an exam here again, and to see his classmates who had not been in contact since graduation. Unfortunately, he can never go back.

As Mo Nan finished speaking, everything in front of him disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was a completely dark space. On the ground of the space, a picture of yin and yang fishes was slowly rotating. Moreover, around the picture of fishes, there were black and white stripes in all eight directions.

"Eight trigrams? Is this eight trigrams?"

Mo Nan frowned as he watched all this, thinking, is the level not over yet? If it doesn't end, he wants to curse.

Just as Mo Nan looked around, a voice suddenly came from his mind.

"Mo Nan, your performance is beyond my expectations. You are indeed worthy of being a person with the strongest posture. Well, now you have forty-nine minutes. What you can comprehend depends on you. Here is a hint. What you need to comprehend,It is related to the three checkpoints ahead of you. "

The voice in the mind came suddenly and went away suddenly. After saying this, it was completely silent.

Is this the Bagua Palace?

Mo Nan sat cross-legged and began to think about the voice just now.

What I want to understand is related to the previous three checkpoints?

In other words, the previous three checkpoints are not real tests, but are reminding myself of something?

Is what I need to understand too profound, so I have to go through three rounds of prompts?

So, what are the prompts given in the previous three rounds?

Sitting cross-legged, Mo Nan's mind began to recall everything again.

With his eyes slightly closed, Mo Nan's mind began to brainstorm again, and he kept thinking.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon, nine minutes had passed.

But Mo Nan still got nothing. He didn't know what the previous three levels or three prompts were related to.

In Mo Nan's mind, At this moment, many golden fingers started to rotate rapidly. Without the shield, they began to work normally and played their due roles.

Countdown, thirty minutes.

Mo Nan still did not think of the connection between the three. Countless possibilities emerged in Mo Nan's mind, and then he rejected them one by one.

In Mo Nan's mind, it was like a computer now, starting the group calculation method, listing all the possibilities one by one, and then rejecting them one by one.

Countdown, twenty-eight minutes.

Mo Nan, who had nothing to gain, began to use his latest golden finger. After eliminating a large number of possibilities in his mind, the remaining possibilities opened the "future branch" and prepared to try and error.

See which of his guesses is the most likely one.

Put each guess in his mind into a future branch separately.

After a moment, Mo Nan opened his eyes suddenly, and finally had some answers in his heart.

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