I live in a desert island property

"The price of monster meat has plummeted, and the government is cracking down on black market trading! Let me tell you, don't eat monster meat indiscriminately! It's not worth it!"

"Yes, yes, sell the monster meat now..."

Due to the existence of "human breathing", most people don't need to buy monster meat and try to activate innate superpowers.

Of course, the learning and practice of "human breathing" also requires monster meat, but most ordinary people can't learn by themselves through acupuncture, and people can't remember the sequence of so many needles.

This matter has to be promoted by national forces, and a large number of doctors must be trained before it can be gradually promoted.

"Everyone is a person with superpowers." Under this expectation, the tense social atmosphere among the people has been quickly changed.

Everything seems to be back to how it was before.

"I don't understand. There are almost no changes on the material level, but the world seems to be different again, very different." Wang Fumin chewed a piece of hard beef, watching the lively atmosphere in the cafeteria, and All kinds of news on TV, can't help but feel extremely emotional.

He remembered Zhang Ming's reply, saying that he was going to do a "major event", but he didn't expect this event to be so big.

"It's called...expectation." Lu Tuyu laughed, "People are animals that live in anticipation, and anticipation affects the economy, society, and the world."

Wang Fumin asked again: "What about you, do you want to apply to learn human respiration? The physical examination requirements of the first few batches are very strict. You need to do 1000 meters within three minutes and do 30 pull-ups. Can you do it?"

"No hurry, no hurry." Lu Tuyu smiled, "I want to become a superpower, just to be a qualified troll. Now that I am qualified to troll people, why worry?"

"Oh, by the way, your drift bottle, I wonder if it has been delivered?"

"I think it's coming soon, he should like the seeds we sent over, right?"

Lu Tuyu added: "Next time we can send a miniature recording pen to send more content."

"The recording pen needs to use batteries, and he can't listen when the electricity runs out. I think paper is better, and it can be stored forever."

The discussion between the two gradually grew, and the atmosphere in the cafeteria gradually became more intense, with waves of hearty laughter. People welcome the arrival of a new era with their own excitement and enthusiasm.

The real... supernatural age!

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Mysterious area 16, above the beach.

Just when the people on earth fell into carnival, the inventor of human respiration was grazing happily.

The scent of braised sauce that swept in the wind spread softly in the sunshine. The strong and crispy yellow gluten, together with a few pieces of emerald green seaweed, are soaked in the soft, juicy and mellow soup. In the thick salty aroma, there is a hint of spiciness, and the extremely elastic noodles shuttle through the aroma. After absorbing the soup, take a light bite and slide between your lips and teeth.

This is a pack with a production date of two and a half years ago...

Kang Shuaifu Braised Beef Noodles!

Do you know how delicious it is?

you do not know!

You know, is it expired?

It did expire...

But it is a supreme treasure, and it is not willing to take it out to eat until the festive day.

Zhang Ming sat on a big rock, watching the tide rise and fall, and the waves go back and forth.

"You guys are only caring about yourselves, when can I save you!"

"Hey - hello -" Zhang Ming yelled at the sky.

On the beach, the mysterious intimacy faintly disappeared after he taught the "human breathing technique"—it didn't disappear completely, but it was in a state of indistinctness.

Gaia consciousness is like a capitalist in the old age, showing the skinny quality of "throwing away immediately if there is no use value".

Of course, there is another possibility, the "Gaia Consciousness" is almost exhausted, and can no longer support the so-called "mirage".

"Forget it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. I'm not the kind of person who wants to be in the headlines all the time."

"There is no live broadcast now, so it is a chance for Mr. Wang Feng to make headlines." After Zhang Ming finished eating the ramen, he was a little dissatisfied and drank all the soup.

In fact, it is half full after eating, just like eating a snack.

"The flesh and blood of mutated creatures is more filling."

Seeing that it was getting late, a bolt of lightning flashed across the space and directly ignited the firewood.

The flames were crackling, and a large pot of fish soup was cooked for the turtles, and the sound of bubbles came from the pot one after another.

This big fish had to be boiled for at least an hour to produce milky white fish oil, so Zhang Ming lay on a chair and rested leisurely.

Rare leisure, rare leisure.

Radio: "Human respiration has proven to be quite universal and scalable..."

"Long-term operation of human breathing can strengthen the body, strengthen the five senses, greatly enhance the immune system, and increase the average life expectancy."

"From this perspective, the expert team believes that the long-term effect of human breathing will surpass more than 99% of innate abilities."

"Most innate abilities can only strengthen one attribute. Human breathing can be strengthened in all directions."

The national team is really not useless, and with the fastest speed, they researched a general idea.

This broadcast should be to report the results to Zhang Ming.

Lao Zhang listened with gusto. Even though he already knew the effect of "human breathing technique", he was quite happy to hear others repeat it.

He suddenly understood Shimama's interest in repeating the study.

Sure enough, the essence of human beings is a repeater!

Radio: "However, because of the phenomenon of some super-powered criminals, people in the general public are worried. If the 'human breathing technique' is popularized on a large scale, will it further affect social stability?"

"There has been extensive debate at the level of public opinion, but no matter what, it is impossible for human beings to stop eating because of choking."

"There are also some experts who believe that 'human respiration' should be included in the nine-year compulsory education. However, the safety of human respiration and whether it will affect the physical development of young people remains to be verified."

Domestic experts just like to tangle with these minutiae, and it sounds like there is some truth...

However, Zhang Ming has no doubt that the "human breathing technique" will be promoted on a large scale and spread to everyone in the world.

Can anyone refuse the benefits of "all-round strengthening", "increasing life expectancy" and "easy promotion"?

No!

What's more, the world is not peaceful, external pressure and internal chaos coexist, and without a "human breathing technique", these contradictions will disappear.

If the "human breathing technique" is popularized in other regions, but the Great Xia Kingdom does not, it will fall behind in the long-term competition.

"It feels so good to have to celebrate again!"

An inexplicable sense of emptiness lingered in his heart, and Zhang Ming took out his own 3 catties of rare rice from a suitcase.

It has been a year and a half since I stayed on the island. Even if the rice is sealed and stored, it is still faintly yellow and moldy.

Nothing can withstand the erosion of time.

"If you don't eat it, you won't be able to eat it."

He picked out a few moldy rice, took the liner of an electric rice cooker and started cooking.

The turtles in a circle stared at the pot. They didn't know what the rice was, but they really wanted to eat it.

At this time, the lively domestic and foreign news ended, and Li Xianfeng's voice sounded again: "Survivors from afar, hello."

"We thank you for your outstanding contribution. If there is no human breathing technique, the order of the old era may completely collapse. It is hard for us to imagine what will happen in the future..."

"We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for preserving the cornerstone of modern civilization."

"Your loved ones, we will definitely take the best care."

"However, due to the gradual disappearance of the mirage phenomenon, it is difficult for us to pay attention to your specific movements. We will not give up every possibility of rescue..."

"All right, all right."

"I know that you group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp can only talk a few words...don't say it, I still have to rely on myself to go home!"

Zhang Ming ate rice with big mouthfuls. The taste from his hometown, accompanied by a faint old smell, made him faintly addicted to it, and recalled various pasts in his childhood.

"Hurry up and listen to the next chapter of the novel, don't ink!"

Li Xianfeng was grateful for a long time and didn't have any special content. He routinely broadcasted online novels: "The following is the one hundred and eighty-eighth chapter of "Global Age of Mythology"..."

In fact, Zhang Ming has read this book a long time ago, and there is a very interesting character in it.

So he named the black stone rolling around his feet "Shimama".

Shimama was "crackling" rolling on the ground together with the turtles, and even the giant turtle "Scar", which was as big as the house, followed suit, rolling on all fours, almost destroying Zhang Ming's tin house. It collapsed.

"What are you doing, do you want to be beaten!"

After being scolded by Lao Zhang, the scarred turtle expressed his innocence, staring with two round eyes, and howled continuously, expressing that he was wronged and hurt.

Zhang Ming waved his hand, expressing that he was in a happy mood today, but also a little tired and lonely, and didn't want to fuss with it too much.

"Today I teach you that the most popular human game, football, is also called Cuju!"

"Scar, you turtles are in a team called Daming Team." Zhang Ming found a smaller round coconut and drained the water inside.

"Ahhh!" There are games to play, and Scar is full of spirit.

"You, your name is Gao Qi, and your team name is Fusang team. These trees are the goals. Whoever scores two goals wins! Don't bite with your mouth."

The giant tortoise named "Gao Qi" let out a scream and immediately turned its tail back.

As a turtle, it has an amazing spiritual sense, and always feels that it has been insulted by an unknown. But what the insult was, it couldn't say at all.

Soon, under the organization of Lao Zhang, the two turtle teams played Shaolin football. For a while, sparks collided with the earth, various turtle shells collided, and the audience yelled.

The Ming team has risen like never before! Press the Fuso team to play!

"The rise of Daxia football depends on you!"

Zhang Ming sat back on the chair, looked at the moonless sky, and watched the Turtles play football. There was no need for offside rules, just put the coconut into the goal.

Under the blazing fire, a group of turtles had a great time.

But he, Zhang, was thinking about some small personal matters with complicated emotions.

In other words, at this moment, his mind is very empty, very quiet, and somewhat satisfied.

Other people's excitement is just other people's, and your own feelings, ups and downs, are only known to you.

Life is lonely and invincible...