The Language Cultivation Chapter 5

"You are right." Leo Wang said to old man Huo.

Blake Lin: "?"

As soon as Leo Wang finished speaking, Zhao Jiejia spoke up again: "Our Blake Lin has a very high talent in algorithms, and of course he has an excellent foundation."

His Chinese proficiency is indeed very high, and he can even understand what "excellent foundation" means.

After Zhao Jieke finished speaking, Leo Wang continued: "He does have anger in his body, and he has been angry with Lions recently."

The two of them sang in unison, just like a crosstalk. However, Blake Lin knew that this was definitely not what Old Man Huo meant.

This must be related to the crawler program in old man Huo's body. If there is a program running in old man Huo's body, then he must not be an ordinary old man.

Old man Huo's beard was about to stand on end, and he glared at Leo Wang and Zhao Jieke with a stern look: "You ignorant children! You are talking nonsense!"

Then, he waved to Blake Lin and said in a slower tone: "Xiao Lin, come here."

Blake Lin walked up to the old man.

Old man Huo stood with his hands behind his back, and looked him over carefully from head to toe, stroking his beard and saying, "He is truly a rare genius..."

Then, the old man changed the subject: "Xiao Lin, which school did you learn from?"

At this moment, the expressions on Leo Wang and Zhao Jieshu's faces turned into great confusion.

Blake Lin: "I... don't know what you are talking about."

Old Man Huo's eyes suddenly widened: "This is impossible!"

Blake Lin: "I really don't know."

Old Man Huo frowned: "Then...have you never practiced before?"

Blake Lin frowned, realizing that the old man's topic might really be related to his experience last night.

Then maybe he could get some information from Grandpa Huo.

So he asked tentatively: "Is there anything special about me?"

I only heard Old Man Huo say, "I just released my spiritual sense and explored your body."

Blake Lin thought that he might have used a crawler program to crawl my information.

Old Man Huo continued: "Your root bones and meridians are rare among my generation, and there is a faint lingering Qi in your body, as if the Qi has been drawn into your body. Do you really know nothing about this?"

Blake Lin was not used to the half-literary and half-vernacular words, but he still understood what the old man meant and replied: "I really know nothing about this."

"Without any training, you have already reached the Qi Refining Stage. You are truly a genius!" Old Man Huo praised: "All of my disciples have become successful and have established their own schools. I have been without a child for a long time. Are you willing to be my disciple?"

Blake Lin: "Would you like to be my teacher?"

Old man Huo nodded and said, "I am Grant Huo, the 19th generation leader of the Wuji Sect. I am known as Grant Huo Zhenjun, and I am at the Nascent Soul stage. Xiaolin, it is fate that we meet. If you follow me, your cultivation will surely improve by leaps and bounds. Isn't that wonderful?"

Blake Lin: "Please wait a moment."

He brought his laptop over, typed Turboc into the search engine, got the screenshot of the blue interface, and pointed it to Old Man Huo: "Do you recognize this?"

Old Man Huo squinted his eyes and leaned closer: "What is this? I don't know. You young people are always fiddling with these weird things, which delays your cultivation!"

---Old man Huo doesn't recognize the program interface.

Blake Lin closed the computer and took a deep breath: "So, Grandpa Huo, you said there is Qi in my body, where did you see it?"

He thought to himself, there is no energy in my body, only a hello world.

I only heard Old Man Huo say in a matter-of-fact tone: "Of course the Qi is in your Dantian."

Blake Lin looked over there at Leo Wang and Zhao Jieke, only to see them staring at this side with confused eyes, as if their materialistic worldview was being questioned.

Blake Lin: "Then how do I start practicing?"

"This is easy. You have already drawn the Qi into your body. As long as you become my disciple, I will immediately teach you the method of building your foundation. Once you have built your foundation, you will truly enter the door of cultivating immortals and leave your mortal body behind."

Blake Lin realized that he had come into contact with something that was contrary to the materialistic worldview.

If the blue space had not existed last night, he would not believe such a thing and would think that old man Huo had mental problems.

However, at this moment, the progress bar that stopped at 85% and did not move forward at all appeared in his mind.

Blake Lin: "Hello, Master."

Old Man Huo laughed kindly: "Good boy! Good boy!"

He reached into his pocket and somehow a blue book appeared in his hand. The binding was extremely simple, like a cult propaganda pamphlet: "Take this and practice with all your heart! The day you have completed the foundation building, you will officially become an inner disciple of my Wuji Sect. In my opinion, you will be able to do it within three years. If you have any questions, just call me and I will answer your questions!"

Blake Lin took the small blue book and saw four large characters written on the slightly yellowed cover: "A Thousand Days to Build the Foundation".

All of this was too magical. Not only was his materialistic worldview threatened, but he also had a master out of nowhere. Blake Lin paused for a moment before finally saying, "Thank you, Master."

Old Man Huo laughed loudly: "I'm leaving! I'm accepting a disciple today!"

As he spoke, he forgot about the ward rounds and did not need Owen Zhao's support. He straightened his back, walked out the door with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and went down the stairs with great confidence.

Blake Lin suddenly realized something, opened the window, and said to Old Man Huo who was walking out of the corridor: "Master, where is our rent?"

Old Man Huo: "My beloved disciple, since you have already joined my Wuji Sect, why not give you this shabby house?"

Blake Lin sincerely said: "Thank you, Master!"

After watching Old Man Huo walk away, Blake Lin closed the window and looked at his two roommates.

They looked at each other.

In the awkward silence, Leo Wang picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Brother Huo? I'm Xiao Wang, Leo Wang from Building C in Chaoyang Community."

"Well, it's like this, your father just came to our place to collect rent... Yes, it's like this, well... Grandpa Huo, is there... is there... something wrong with his mental health?"

"No? Ah, that...Brother Huo, when are you free, take him to the hospital---"

The next moment, Leo Wang fell silent.

He raised his phone towards Blake Lin: "He hung up on me."

Owen Zhao scratched his head: "Grandpa, have you watched too many immortal cultivations?"

Leo Wang: "At his age, would he still watch Xiuxian?"

Zhao Jiejia: "Look at what he said..."

Blake Lin coughed.

The two men looked at him and the "Thousand Days Foundation Building" in his hand.

"It's like this," Blake Lin stacked "Thousand Days of Foundation Building" on "cPrimer Plus", sat down on the sofa, crossed his fingers on the table, and thought for a long time before speaking: "Grandpa Huo may have mental problems, or he may not."

Leo Wang: "What's the difference between what you said and not saying anything?"

Blake Lin ignored him and continued, "I recently...also encountered some unrealistic things."

Zhao Jiejia: "What's the matter?"

Blake Lin: "It's hard to say. I haven't figured it out yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out."

Leo Wang scratched his head: "Does it have anything to do with what the old man said?"

Blake Lin: "It is somewhat related."

He put the two books away. "I'll get to the bottom of this. Now, let's forget what happened."

Leo Wang's eyes were empty: "Okay, I forgot."

Zhao Jiejia echoed: "I forgot too."

"Okay." Blake Lin picked up the phone: "I'll call Ian Dong now to confirm the contract."

It is nine o'clock in the morning. According to common sense, Ian Dong should have been in Yinhe by now and would not be very busy.

Blake Lin called up the number marked "male god" in the address book.

---It’s not Yinhe’s number, nor is it Assistant Ruan’s number, but the male god’s personal contact information.

He looked at the two words, his fingertips hovering above the screen, but he was unable to press it.

After a long time, Blake Lin finally failed to press the button. He moved his finger away, put the phone aside, leaned against the sofa and began to give up on himself.

Leo Wang laughed: "Look how cowardly you are."

Zhao Jiajie asked: "What's the difference between you and salted fish?"

Blake Lin: "I can't help it."

The next moment, in a flash, Leo Wang suddenly snatched the phone from the table with an agility that was inconsistent with his body size!

Blake Lin: "You!"

He went over to grab it from Leo Wang, but it was too late. Leo Wang held the phone high up with his thumb just above the call button, almost pressing it.

"Algorithm, you are an adult now." Leo Wang said earnestly: "Next time you should learn to make your own calls."

The next moment, he pressed the call button and put the phone back in Blake Lin's hand.

Blake Lin took a deep breath: "...just wait."

In the receiver, wait for the tone to ring for four seconds.

Ian Dong's voice rang in his ears: "Hello."

"Hello, Ian Dong, I am..." Blake Lin was a little nervous and his voice paused.

"Is that Mr. Lin?"

"Yes, it's me, Blake Lin."

"Good morning." Perhaps due to signal processing, Ian Dong's voice in the receiver sounded a little gentler than in reality: "Mr. Lin, have you made up your mind?"

"We have discussed it and decided to accept your help." Blake Lin relaxed a little.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Ian Dong said calmly, "When is Mr. Lin free? Let's sign the contract."

"I can come over anytime, whenever it's convenient for you."

"This afternoon is fully booked, so we have to wait until the evening. Does Mr. Lin mind?"

"I don't mind."

"I'll text you the location and time later."

"OK."

"Mr. Lin, if you have any other requests or suggestions regarding funding, please let me know."

Blake Lin wanted to answer "I have no objection", but when he saw Leo Wang and Zhao Jiejia desperately winking at him, he finally changed his words: "I will consider it."

"Then I won't bother you, Mr. Lin. Happy cooperation."

"It's a pleasure working with you." Blake Lin replied.

After hanging up the phone, Blake Lin noticed that Leo Wang and Zhao Jieshu were both staring at him.

Leo Wang lowered his voice and said, "I can come over anytime."

Then Owen Zhao said, "It's up to you."

"I don't mind."

"OK."

"I will think about it."

"It's been a pleasure working with you."

Blake Lin said expressionlessly: "Do you have any objections?"

Leo Wang: "I imagine that one day the God of Xun will be able to talk to me like this."

Blake Lin: "If you develop a language at the level of Glax, I can talk to you like this for the rest of my life."

Leo Wang: "Hiss."

After finishing this topic, they started their day's work.

Leo Wang and Zhao Jieke each turned on their computers.

Blake Lin looked at the two books, picked up the "Thousand Days of Foundation Building" left to him by Old Man Huo, and opened it.

As soon as he opened it, the classical Chinese text that came at him made his eyes dazzled.

He confirmed that it was simplified Chinese, in horizontal format.

However, even so---what's the point?

He started reading from the first line, and after reading a few lines, his eyes started to stare blankly.

He raised his head and looked at Leo Wang, but gave up the idea of   asking this man for help the next second - Leo Wang's cultural level was similar to his own, and he had made great progress in the past few years of intensive coding.

Finally, he said, "...Architecture, come here."