Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 36 Mushrooms, Birds and Wind

East Cliff Grottoes.

Another day of running maps is over.

Lin Bo hung the wind chime on the horizontal bar of the training target, spread a tarpaulin on the ground, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

The wind blew gently from the sea, and the seven hollow iron pipes of different lengths strung together swayed and knocked against each other, making a crisp sound.

The sea breeze was noisy, but when the wind chimes sang, the high, clear voices completely drowned out the muttering of the air currents.

It was the sea breeze that was forced to remain silent.

After a while, Lin Bo woke up from his suspended animation and captured Feng's true name rune.

This was certainly rewarding, but it went against his original goal.

The wizard sighed. The sea breeze was so fierce, and the wind chime was so small. The contrast between the two was so great, but in the end the winner was actually an inconspicuous iron pipe.

He wanted to say to Haifeng, "You useless thing!", but he thought it was impolite, so he gave up.

Lin Bo did not give up the idea. He just thought that the wind might not be strong enough to cover the crisp sound of the iron pipe. If it was in some terrain that could produce a narrow pipe effect, the howling wind might be able to suppress the buzzing of the metal.

This morning at the shipbuilder's place, Lin Bo also had an idea. Since he couldn't concentrate when he was using iron tools to chisel wood, he might as well let Tie Weiyi do this job. He could tie one end of a silk thread to the iron tool and hold the other end in his hand, and use the tactile endoscopy method to find out the real name.

No matter what, there is always a way.

The Night Watchman stood up and walked towards the courtyard.

Now electric wires have been installed in the cave, and energy-saving lamps have been placed every few meters along the way. The cave is finally no longer pitch black.

The basic framework of the mushroom greenhouse has been erected, and the finishing touches will be completed in a day or two. With about a week left before the hurricane hits, there's plenty of time.

A dim light bulb was hung from the ceiling to simulate the light intensity on a cloudy day.

After a week of care, the mycelium in the culture medium has begun to sprout fruiting bodies, and milky white mushrooms are growing on the surface of the wooden box of the culture medium, poking their heads out.

At this time, you can add biomass to the mycelium.

Bacteria absorb the genetic information of organisms and incorporate it into their own genomes.

As the genetic information of these exogenous organisms is interpreted and expressed by the mycelium, corresponding mimic mushrooms will grow on the fungal mat. Their appearance is somewhat similar to the absorbed organisms, while their internal structure is basically the same.

Providing the bacteria with sufficiently diverse biological genes to form a huge genetic information library is a necessary step, and it is not difficult for all players who cultivate all-round bacteria.

The real difficulty lies in the subsequent screening process.

When the mycelium is exposed to specific stimulation, in order to adapt to the environment or meet its own requirements, it will select gene fragments of various traits from the gene library and grow corresponding mimic mushrooms.

However, biological genetic information is so complex that there are a lot of useful and useless traits, which can be called a pile of shit. In this case, it is inevitable that unqualified gene fragments will be picked up from the strains.

This step is like a chef selecting ingredients from a warehouse. If the customer's requirements are vague, the chef's selection will be more random, and there is no guarantee that the dishes will be delicious or unpalatable, or even poisonous or not.

Therefore, the more the cultivator can provide clear and targeted stimulation to the fungus, the closer the final mushrooms will be to his or her requirements.

A large amount of space in "Professor Mushroom Man's Fungus Agronomy" is devoted to describing how to conduct targeted screening of traits.

This process is much more complicated than Father Mendel's method of growing peas.

The book records hundreds of technical specifications for cultivating mushroom varieties. Among them, the most effective type of agricultural technology is to establish communication with the fungus strains, which is highly recommended by Professor Mushroom Man.

There are many different ways to establish communication channels with bacteria.

The orthodox way is to cultivate the mushroom-people race. The so-called mushroom-people are a kind of magical creatures that can produce a special kind of mental spores. Creatures that inhale the spores can establish a consciousness link with the mushroom-people.

Directing the mushroom people to cultivate the required mushroom types is the least troublesome method, but it is not completely without hidden dangers. After all, as intelligent creatures, mushroom people may also feel resentment towards the cultivators, causing the two sides to part ways, and often end up in a war.

In addition to cultivating fungus people, there are also means of communicating with plants, such as druidic magic, which is also the most outstanding agricultural technology.

But if the player has little spellcasting ability, he or she will have to consider some more cold and fierce strategies.

For example, biological nerve cells can be fed to the fungal blanket to cultivate brain mushrooms, giving the fungi the ability to think. Then, chemical and electrical stimulation can be applied to the brain mushrooms to guide the thoughts of the mushroom consciousness and cultivate the desired fungi.

This is essentially a fungal version of brains in a vat. It sounds cool, but the technology actually has a lot of flaws.

First, the threshold is relatively high. Stimulating the brain in the tank is a very profound subject. It is not explained in detail in "Mushroom Agriculture", and players have to purchase and study it separately.

Secondly, the intelligence of brain mushrooms is relatively weak, and it is difficult to improve them. The results of breeding the fungus can only be said to be unsatisfactory; thirdly, brain mushrooms need to consume huge amounts of nutrients in order to think, and they steal food from other fungus species, which is not worth the cost.

The all-round strain has countless advantages, but precisely because it is difficult to cultivate, not many online players can take this path.

Lin Bo didn't dare to make any guarantees and could only take it one step at a time.

He placed his hand on the fungal carpet, feeling the fluctuations of the cell sap flowing within the hyphae, listening to their whispers. "Growing...feeding on wood...wood tastes good...a little thirsty..."

The Night Watchman crushed some raspberry berries he had picked earlier and sprinkled them on the fungal blanket.

"Eating, storing genes...delicious...drinking enough..."

The murmurs of the fungus were crisp and sharp, with a layer of murmurs, like a group of children. Lin Boduo listened for a moment, and the mycelium was already quietly spreading along his palm, and tiny vines were clinging to the mage's fingers.

"Hello... hello... feeder... like..."

Lin Bo smiled slightly and replied in magical language: "Hello."

After obtaining the characteristic of the Listener of All Things, the mage only needs to learn the corresponding language to communicate with all things.

Lin Bo was used to the mumbling of the wind and the sea. Perhaps he had reached the right level, as he could learn one or two new magic words every day and had already acquired the basic ability to say hello.

The furry white fungal carpet seemed to be blown by an invisible wind, and a large area of ​​it fell over imperceptibly. Then, more mycelium happily attached itself to Lin Bo's palm, and it murmured clingily.

"I like it... I'll treat you to... mushrooms!"

In the corner of the fungal mat, a blue-black mushroom emerged. The surrounding mycelium accelerated its supply and ripened quickly. At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, the blue-black mushroom grew rapidly, from the size of a sesame seed to the size of a ping-pong ball before stopping.

The mimic mushroom fell off automatically, emitting a refreshing fruity aroma.

Lin Bo picked it up and put it in his mouth to taste. It was juicy and had a complex flavor. The cranberries, blackberries, and blackthorns that he fed to the fungus were all reflected in this mushroom, and the medicinal properties also underwent new changes in the combination.

[Skill judgment successful]

The proficiency of the Pharmacist's Tongue Identification Skill has increased somewhat.

"good to eat."

Receiving praise, the mycelium swayed gently.

Lin Bo wanted to tease them, so he praised them many times in a row. Every time, the mycelium gave him full joy in return, and he didn't feel perfunctory at all.

"Thirsty... Tired... Likes to be fed... Requests to be fed..."

The night watchman gently brushed off the mycelium stuck on his hands, sprinkled some fertilizer water into the culture medium, and made sure that they had enough nutrients before continuing to build the mushroom garden.

At 2:15 in the afternoon, Lin Bo completed his work for the day. He was still thinking about finding out Gangtie's real name. Considering that the patients in Shita Town might visit the lighthouse while the weather was clear, he did not stay any longer.

"(True Word) Wind."

The wizard stood at the entrance of the cave and activated his spiritual power. The whistling sea breeze gathered and swirled around him.

He tried to increase the wind speed, but the air currents around him became more violent. The seagulls that were resting at the entrance of the cave were blown dizzy and screamed as they fled from the dangerous creature.

The atmosphere is low in density and light, and the total amount of airflow that Lin Bo can sense and mobilize is limited, so he has never been able to lift him up.

With his current ability of words, he could only control one real name at a time. Since he couldn't fly on the wind, Lin Bo didn't force it. He put on the mask, recited his real name, and flew up the cliff.

The seagulls, dazed by the whirlwind, took off into the sky, circling and crying between the blue sky and the sea.

On the northern sea, a small steel motorboat was heading towards the dock of Stone Tower Town. A group of people sitting on the boat were basking in the bright autumn sun and chatting about rumors of shipwrecks, ancient coins and lost treasures.

Suddenly they heard the cry of seagulls and looked towards the sea cliff.

"It's a seagull, a white little creature, so cute." The dignified lady covered her mouth and nose with a whale bone fan.

"This is also a beautiful sight in nature." The professor of archaeology at Capital University handed over a brass telescope. "Look at them."

The lady took the monocular and first observed the white lighthouse standing on the cape. Humans are always fascinated by these buildings built in the wilderness. Then she turned the lens to the sea cliff.

She was surprised, put down the telescope and stared blankly, then quickly raised it again.

"what happened?"

"I thought I saw someone climbing, but now they're gone."

The professor gazed intently. "At this distance, a telescope can't clearly see the specific scene. You may have mistaken a uniquely shaped rock for a human figure. It's a psychological effect."

Viscount Pearl, who was accompanying them, looked at the sea cliff and absolutely did not believe that anyone could climb such a cliff. "It might be some kind of bird."

The lady laughed at her own ignorance and agreed with her companion's opinion.

"Yes, only birds can reach such a steep and dangerous mountain."

(End of this chapter)