Chapter 447: Chapter 254: Fox Mountain’s Immortal Qi Vine Armor

Bai Mo sat on the sofa, hugging his disciple, watching videos with Old Chen.

The cool visuals and dynamic sound effects made Old Chen’s son widen his eyes.

The leopard-headed belly in Bai Mo’s arms frowned, resting on the big tail, feeling very bored... The images looked weird and meaningless, far less shocking than when the master used Immortal Technique.

Old Chen sighed while watching.

"Actually, we humans, from ancient times to now, from the middle to outside, have never really stopped fantasizing about the supernatural.

"No matter which dynasty or era, which ethnicity, they all have their own myth stories.

"It’s not about belief, just myth stories."

Bai Mo nodded, agreeing with this view.

Even in modern society, where everyone has studied, knows science, and knows myths are elusive... but still likes to fantasize, likes to imagine the supernatural, likes fantasy, science fiction... Fantasy literary works emerge endlessly.

And the human imagination is also a treasure trove.

"Look at the design of the exoskeleton armor, when worn, it looks like a kangaroo.

"Relying purely on the elasticity of materials, without a power system.

"Actually, it’s kind of interesting."

Bai Mo nodded.

Good sci-fi design, good imagination contains creativity and knowledge, conforms to the intuitive logic of humans, is self-consistent to some extent, and complies with some scientific principles.

Especially for those who do academics, engage in research, good imagination is full of beauty, while low-quality imagination can make people feel uncomfortable.

"Look at this, very strange.

"Why use a slender sword with such a robust mech?"

Bai Mo nodded, agreeing with Old Chen’s viewpoint.

And there’s a mech carrying a long red tassel spear on its back... not hard to look at, but just very strange.

Why does the robust mech use such a slender red tassel spear?

Seeing the mech holding a square, thick heavy cleaver, Bai Mo and Old Chen nodded one after the other.

This matches intuitive logic!

This cleaver is big enough to deflect, heavy enough, powerful. The mech doesn’t lack arm strength, why use a thin sword?

Then they saw on the screen, the mech launched its fist like a missile...

The two frowned again.

That’s too weird and dumb!

Then they saw on the screen, the mech’s wrist extended an electric drill bit, buzzing...

The two nodded again.

This design is good, balancing power and flexibility.

Old Chen watched while bringing out his phone, recording his thoughts and inspirations, preparing to send them to the Committee.

These things emphasize brainstorming, whether useful or not, inspiration comes first!

Watching the video, Bai Mo was also thinking.

Occasionally glancing out the window, at the opposite building, he saw Madam Feng and her son, along with their friend Mo Dashan, still sitting at the dining table.

The dishes on the table were all cold.

Madam Feng and Mo Dashan were drinking silently.

Feng En Di sat in the chair, his head extremely heavy, nodding off one after another but unwilling to sleep.

Is he still waiting for Old Feng?

So tired, he still wants to see his dad?

Bai Mo suddenly remembered Professor Hong Anxi, Dr. Qu Hailou... this group of researchers at the North Suburb Base, under closed management, even communication was controlled. It was very difficult to see family.

Speaking of Old Feng, what’s the matter again?

Not even time for a video call?

Bai Mo sighed silently, turned his head, and continued watching TV.

"This steam-assisted boxing has something going on!

"Can we replace the hot water inside the steam device with other materials?

"Or create a hydraulic-assisted boxing?"

Old Chen laughed as he spoke, the work of finding inspiration from watching videos made him happy, talking while recording ideas on his phone.

His son beside him, holding his father’s hand, looking up at dad with an idolizing face.

Bai Mo looked at this steam-assisted boxing, also thoughtful.

Seeing on the screen, the steam pressure valve "poof" venting steam... it felt very impactful, very aesthetically pleasing, very intuitive logic.

Time quickly passed.

The night was already deep, the videos Old Chen found, Bai Mo and he had mostly watched.

Old Chen scrolled through his phone screen, seeing dozens of inspirations noted down, grinning a wide smile.

Bai Mo hugged his disciple, exchanged a few polite words, and prepared to leave.

He saw the opposite building, Madam Feng already drinking heavily.

Mo Dashan holding Feng En Di.

Feng En Di had already fallen into deep sleep.

That child... the previous excitement was just sheer willpower. Hearing he could see his father, he had been excited for several days. Now, completely unable to hold on, deeply asleep.

Suddenly, the tablet on the dining table, placed beside the leftovers, its screen lit up!

Ding-a-ling-a-ling~

Madam Feng, in a drunken stupor, reached out to answer.

On the screen appeared a man with a dark, greasy face, eyes anxious and excited.

"Wife! Son! You waited a long time, didn’t you..."

His words abruptly stopped.

Because his wife was drunk, face flushed, tears stained.

Next to his wife sat Mo Dashan, also drunk.

Mo Dashan held their already deeply asleep son.

Finally applied for this video chance, finally able to see his son, see his wife, but now like this, can they still speak?

Moreover, the wife, son, and Mo Dashan sitting together, looked like a family. Instead, he seemed like an outsider.

On screen, his face fell.

All expectations vanished, fatigue showed on his brow, weighing down his entire face.