Chapter 132 Create your own? Brainstorming skills! !
The day's work ended quietly in the busyness.
As Wang Jian said before, the workload has indeed doubled.
The task of cremating corpses has become extremely arduous. One after another, corpses are lined up and sent into the incinerator. Although it cannot be said that there is an endless stream, it is enough to keep people busy and overwhelmed. .
So much so that Feng Mu, an old "chef", was so busy that he kept his hands on the shovel. The meat on the "pot board" was not stir-fried evenly, with juice and oil splashing everywhere, and some parts were even burnt and burnt. The smell is tangy.
Feng Mu did not delve into the reasons behind the increase in the number of corpses. He just completed his day's work honestly.
During the process of cleaning the shovel, his movements were skillful and calm. However, just as he was wiping away the last drop of water and preparing to call it a day, an accident occurred in front of him.
In the ordinary skill column of the system panel, a brand new skill icon is condensed - [Culinary Skills·Elementary (1/100)].
"System, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this so-called cooking skill really the kind of cooking skill I thought it was?"
Feng Mu's pupils suddenly shrank, and a feeling surged in his heart. Unbelievable shock.
Immediately afterwards, his mind seemed to be washed by an invisible force, and a series of detailed knowledge about cooking poured in: how to control the heat, how to stir-fry, especially the various techniques for frying meat. Although this knowledge is basic, But extremely detailed.
However, every time I stir-fry meat in my memory, the meat in those pictures is unbearable to look at.
After digesting this sudden shock of information, Feng Mu silently made up his mind:
“Although this knowledge seems quite professional, I will never use it. For Feng Mu, the emergence of cooking skills has made him happy. It frightened and surprised him.
Culinary skills are not important, but with a glance at the leopard, Feng Mu has already felt the deep meaning behind this skill:
The system's skill generation mechanism is not just based on the learning and imitation of cheats, it can actually create things out of thin air. , and it is a blind and barren creation! ! !
Both corpse burning and cooking skills seem to have nothing to do with each other in the eyes of ordinary people.
If you insist on saying that there is some kind of connection between them, it is as ridiculous as having your brain bitten by an evil spirit.
But if we categorically deny the connection between them, it seems that we are missing a little bit of... brainpower?
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with enlightenment:
“Yes, it’s a brain hole, an imagination?!”
“No logical connection in reality is needed. There is no need for scientific evidence, just a trace of imaginary similarity, and it is possible for the system to generate corresponding absurd skills through some kind of judgment? "
" Well, there is nothing absurd about cooking as a skill, but if you associate it with corpse burning, it is undoubtedly an extremely bizarre and absurd skill."
"Since this skill is different. Generation has jumped from corpse burning to cooking, so next time, who knows what kind of skills it will derive from? Maybe it will actually create some outrageous skills..."
"For example, if I pick up the chopsticks to catch a fly, will the system generate a unique sword technique based on it? And if I don't catch the fly, but choose to wrap a string and throw the chopsticks, will the system generate a unique sword skill? Just go crazy and create your own...sword-controlling skills?"
While riding his bicycle away from the Fen factory, Feng Mu had strange and unscientific ideas in his mind.
Suddenly, he had a happy worry.
“So, should I continue to learn and practice various secrets step by step, or should I just let my imagination run wild and let the system become infertile and create my own?”
The former is like farming carefully. In the farmland, whatever seeds are sown will be harvested. It can provide continuous and stable output, without unexpected twists and turns, nor will it bring too many surprises. The latter is more like a card drawing game planned by a dog. You never know what you will draw next time. It may be a hand full of waste cards, or even a bunch of empty "Thank you for your patronage" prizes.
But who can guarantee that after countless attempts, your character will not suddenly explode and you will win the coveted SSR level award?
"Trouble, hey." Feng Mu sighed.
The mount under the butt seemed to feel the owner's troubles, and made a hard turning sound.
After a long time, Feng Mu appeared at the door of Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall. He looked up at the repaired and re-hanged plaque. He walked into the front yard and his eyes immediately fell on the vicissitudes of life and dead tree in the center of the yard. on
At the root of the dead tree, a trace of newly turned soil bulged slightly, as if someone had carefully turned it over and applied a layer of life-nourishing fertilizer, exuding a faint earthy smell.
Feng Mu stepped into the threshold of the gym, and his eyes first fell on the front desk, where Hong Ya was squatting, yawning, chewing rice lazily, and quietly enjoying a moment of leisure.
Then, his eyes turned slightly and fell on the students in the center of the dojo who, despite their limited talents and ordinary skills, still went all out and sweat rolled in their faces. They were facing all kinds of things. The equipment struggled to display their respective martial arts skills.
He had a vague answer in his heart: "I want it all. If I don't want to be a corpse buried under a dead tree, I must make progress all the time and be productive; but if I don't want to be mediocre, I will eventually be killed by something more terrifying. If monsters and monsters step on your feet, you will have to Draw a card, give it a try, and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle.”
“In fact, this is what I have always done, just like my decision to eat iron, I have to keep eating pig iron, and I also have to eat iron. You have to rack your brains to swallow it and digest it.”
"The only problem is that your energy will be dispersed and you won't have enough time, so you can only find ways to grab more skill points to irrigate the fruits like crazy, and..."
"Squeeze your sleep time every day , squeezing time and energy like a sponge, squeezing, squeezing again, and not leaving the final Squeeze out every drop of excess water and never rest."
"From tomorrow, no, from tonight, I will only sleep for 3, no, 2 and a half hours."
< br>A cruel look flashed in Feng Mu's eyes, not cruel to others, but almost cruel and harsh to himself.
"Junior brother, you are back. Now, your food is here. I have locked it for you to prevent senior brother from stealing it."
Hongya looked up and saw Feng Mu walking in. She quickly reached out her hand, held his wrist tightly, and pulled him cordially to the front desk. She took out the key she always kept close to her chest from under her clothes, and lightly opened the locked clasp on the cabinet.
A bulging thermos bucket is placed quietly in the cabinet, filled with tempting meals.
As the lid of the thermos bucket slowly opened, a steaming steam and the fragrant aroma of rice immediately filled the air.
Feng Mu unceremoniously picked up the thermos bucket and began to devour it, eating every bite with gusto, and the corners of his mouth were covered with grease.
Obviously, any worries are not as important as eating.
While eating, Hong Ya said: "Little brother, you'd better live in a martial arts gym in the future, so that you can keep up with your nutrition three meals a day. The master said that the most important thing in martial arts is to eat well, otherwise you will lose weight." Practice yourself to death.”
Feng Mu nodded lightly. He had already considered this suggestion and responded: "That's true. It's just that the martial arts school is some distance from the incineration plant, so it's really inconvenient to go to work."
Red When Ya heard the words, he said : "Oh, by the way, the master asked about you this morning. He specifically told you to resign from your job at the incineration plant and either stay in the martial arts school to help me manage it, or ask senior brother or second senior sister to help you find a suitable job. work.
< br>Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded. How can I put it this way? The master, this old man, is probably a roundworm in his stomach. He actually saw through my thoughts in advance and was so considerate.
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(End of this chapter)