Chapter 1 The peerless strong man comes out!
On the top of the perennially frozen snow-capped mountains, a light like an aurora flashed across, making the originally dark weather feel like standing under a spotlight for a moment.
On the top of the mountain, an old man in white looked down at the bottom of the mountain, and his eyes quickly locked on a small wooden house at the bottom of the mountain.
He jumped towards the cabin, reaching a height of a thousand meters, and found himself unharmed.
There was not much movement, just like a pine cone falling to the ground.
"Welcome Mr. Yun to come out of seclusion!"
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old in the cabin obviously saw such a movement. He was stunned for a moment, then went out and saw the white-haired old man at the door. , actually stood respectfully outside the house and greeted him with his hands.
The young man's name was Yang Song. He looked curiously at the old man's appearance again.
I think Lao Yun is already over 120 years old, but he still doesn’t have the age spots or wrinkled skin of ordinary seniors.
Looks like a fairy!
However, he had heard his great-grandfather's description. This old Yun was a master of Taoism, so everything could be explained.
"Who are you?" Yun Mo looked at the young man.
"Mr. Yun, I am the great-grandson of Yang Likai! My name is Yang Song!" Yang Song introduced.
Yun Mo nodded.
He began to retreat more than seventy years ago, in the early 1950s during the Great Xia Dynasty.
Yang Likai is the guardian of the mountain.
Think about it, how could Yang Likai, who was now mortal, spend more than seventy years?
"Seventy or eighty years have passed, how is the world today?"
"Alas! There was no breakthrough in this retreat, and my path to cultivation has come to an end!"
“Let’s see if my descendants are still there in the Magic City!”
Yes, Yun Mo is the only person in the world who has attained the golden elixir stage.
But even if he is as talented as him, he can only stop at this level due to the limitations of spiritual energy exhaustion.
In the beginning, he abandoned the mortal world for the sake of cultivation. Now that cultivation has ended, he is always looking for descendants.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Mo was invited into the cabin by Yang Song, and Yang Song made tea and snacks for Yun Mo. "Boy, what is this?" Yun Mo pointed at the computer and said.
"Mr. Yun, this thing is a computer! It can communicate with the whole world!" Yang Song knew Yun Mo's situation and explained in detail.
“Computer? Connect the whole world?” Yun Mo was a little stunned.
During the Republic of China, wasn’t such a thing a telephone?
But this thing is not a phone.
Can you communicate without speaking?
"And you don't need a phone number to communicate with all living beings on the Internet!" Yang Song said.
"It's quite interesting. Can you teach me how to use it?" Yun Mo said.
“What’s Mr. Yun talking about, but teaching computers is a bit complicated. Why don’t you use a senior computer first, then a smartphone, and finally learn computers!” Yang Song said.
Yun Mo didn’t understand and was just silent.
Yang Song found a senior phone that he had used before and introduced it, "Mr. Yun, there is a Penguin account on it, which is my trumpet account from a long time ago! Try it yourself! There are many groups here, you can communicate with everyone! As for how to type, you can look through the dictionary and I will tell you about pinyin in detail! ”
Through a night of study.
Yunmo also initially learned how to chat with people online.
It’s just that typing is a bit slow.
Time flies.
A month has passed.
Yang Song originally thought that Yunmo would leave the foot of the snow mountain soon, but the old man seemed to be fascinated by Internet chatting, so he stayed for a while.
Today, the uncle plans to go back to his former hometown of Magic City to see if he can still find his descendants, and by the way, he will meet a netizen he has been chatting with online for a month.
After Yun Mo and Yang Song separated, he left some gold and silver jewelry to Yang Song.
Then he used the art of flying, leaping across a distance of thousands of miles.
(End of this chapter)