poor mechanic

While Liu Xiang was carefully studying the iron piece in his hand, a female mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, the first level of Zhinao P2046 has been successfully started. Next, it will provide corresponding data services to the owner. Please call the 'Xiao Zhi' wake-up service program when necessary."

Liu Xiang was startled by the sudden sound. When he reacted, he understood.

This was an intelligent brain with an intelligent program turned on, but there was some inexplicable panic in his heart.

‘Why can I understand what this intelligent brain means, and even the program it speaks also understands what it means.

Am I not from this world?

Or should I say, I came through time...'

While Liu Xiang was thinking wildly, he suddenly thought of something.

He quickly took out the bone token that Liu Yongsheng gave him, then opened the corner of his clothes to reveal the word "香".

After comparing the two characters, he found that the glyph structure and writing format of the two characters were completely different.

In other words, these are two completely different writing systems.

But why can I recognize it at a glance, as if I know it from birth?

Look at the fabric of the clothes and the patches. They are completely different fabrics, which further proves that his origin is somewhat unusual.

At this time, Liu Xiang remembered the meteors and explosions that Liu Yongsheng had mentioned to him. He raised his left hand again and looked at the disabled half of his palm.

‘Am I really from another world? ’

Thinking of this, Liu Xiang looked at the sky unconsciously.

The sky was gloomy, but there was no cloud at all. The sun hung slanting in the distance, somewhat listlessly.

It should be winter at this time, the air was cold, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing from time to time, making the sound of air leakage coming from the house behind him.

Liu Xiang was awakened by the cool breeze, and he suddenly remembered what Zhinao had just said.

Maybe the brain can tell him the answers to those questions that he doesn't understand.

Thinking of this, he quickly looked down at the triangular piece of iron in his hand and shouted.

"Ash, Ash."

"Master, please speak."

"Xiao Zhi, can you tell me, who am I? Where do I come from?"

"Master, you are my master, you are here."

Hearing Zhinao's answer, Liu Xiang was completely speechless. It seemed that this so-called Zhinao was not very smart!

Still unwilling to give up, he continued to ask.

"Xiao Zhi, do you know what my name is?"

"According to recent mental data collection, the owner's name is Liu Xiang."

"I mean my old name?"

"Master, Zhinao P2046 only opens the first-level database and has no relevant records.

If the owner wants to obtain more information, please open the higher-level database. "

When Liu Xiang heard this, he was immediately excited. It seemed like something was going to happen.

"Xiao Zhi, open other levels of databases."

"Master, do you want to open the second level database?"

Liu Xiang had questions in his mind when he heard Zhinao's inquiry.

‘Are there still many levels of databases? ’

After thinking about it, he tentatively agreed.

"Xiao Zhi, open the second level database."

"Drip...drip..."

After two sounds that sounded like a computer failure alarm, Zhi Naohui reported.

"Master, there is insufficient energy, and the second-level database failed to open."

'Lack of energy?'

Liu Xiang thought doubtfully.

‘Does this brain still need energy? What kind of energy does it need? I don’t know if it can be found easily. ’

Thinking of this, Liu Xiang immediately started asking.

"Xiaozhi, what energy do you need and how do you get it?"

"Master, I am connected by blood with you, and my energy comes from your body.

The power of blood, true energy, spiritual energy, and black and yellow energy in your body can all be used as energy sources for me to initiate upgrades.

You can obtain these energies through practice, just like the kung fu you practiced before, you can generate the power of qi and blood. "

Liu Xiang understood. It turned out that the energy needed by the intelligent brain was the energy produced in his own body.

As for the true energy, spiritual energy, etc. mentioned by Zhinao, he also knew that these were different levels of power cultivated by practitioners.

In fact, they can be collectively called spiritual powers.

This knowledge seems to be innate, engraved in Liu Xiang's mind.

It was like those words and languages, as if he understood them innately.

But Liu Xiang also knows that if you want to cultivate spiritual power, you must first have spiritual roots, and at the very least you must have certain qualifications.

Secondly, you need to have the skills to practice.

Just like the kung fu he practiced with Liu Yongsheng, it takes a systematic practice method to develop spiritual power.

After thinking about this, Liu Xiang began to try hard to recall. He wanted to see if there were any relevant records of the exercises in his mind.

However, even though my mind was buzzing with thoughts, there was no result.

‘What should I do if I don’t have any skills in my mind?

Without exercises, you cannot cultivate spiritual power, there is no way for your brain to open up a new level, and there is no way to know the origin of your identity.

This is how to do? ’

Liu Xiang thought and subconsciously patted his head with his hands.

At this time, there was the sound of iron chains colliding with each other on his hands. He put down his hand and looked at the iron piece in his hand.

Suddenly, he thought of the database mentioned by Zhinao. He wondered if there were any records of exercises in this database.

With this idea, Liu Xiang immediately started asking Zhinao.

"Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yongsheng came back with a piece of thatch in his mouth and spoke vaguely.

"What are you mumbling over there?

Shan Meizi asked you to come over to eat. Hurry up. You can’t even look at the meal. What can you do? "

Liu Xiang was interrupted by Liu Yongsheng's sudden scolding.

But Zhinao's reply already rang in his ears.

"Master, please speak."

After the voice came out, Liu Xiang was startled, and he quickly looked up at Liu Yongsheng.

As a result, Liu Yongsheng ignored him and went to bed to lie down on his own, starting his daydream today.

Seeing this situation, Liu Xiang felt relieved.

It seems that only he can hear Zhinao's voice, and no one else can.

However, it would not be good if someone caught me talking to myself from time to time, so I had to find a way to solve this problem.

Thinking about it, Liu Xiang left the yard and walked to Grandma Dashan's house.

After leaving the courtyard, he immediately asked Zhinao in a low voice.

"Xiaozhi, is there any other way to communicate?"

"Master, you can communicate silently. As long as you recite Xiaozhi silently in your heart, I will be able to recognize it."

"Is it so convenient? That's great."

Liu Xiang jumped happily and entered Grandma Dashan's house.

Grandma Dashan saw Liu Xiang jumping happily from a distance and asked with a smile.

"Baby, what makes you so happy?"

"Hey, Grandma Dashan, it's nothing. I'm just happy to think that your cooking is getting better and better."