Enter the Immortal Cultivation

The highest mountain in China, the top of Kunlun, is only twenty miles high. Except for the Holy Dragon Abyss, the deepest natural trench is only twenty miles deep.

If the terrain affected the measurement, the error would not be more than a hundred miles.

In addition, due to the rotation of China's back soil, the equatorial radius is slightly larger than the polar radius, but the difference is only a few hundred miles.

But now, the gap between the maximum radius and the minimum radius measured by the Chinese monks exceeds two thousand miles.

In other words, this planet is likely to have an irregular shape.

However, this violates various laws of the flow of heaven.

This is very strange.

Although they had absolute confidence in their observations, several monks from the Xuanxing Temple were shaken when they saw this data.

Zhu Jiamei and Ye Moli said that they would conduct the next measurement at noon on the next Tianchen day, which is about four days later.

On the other hand, the obstacle on Ai Qinglan's side has not yet been resolved.

For Bosuo, helping Ai Qinglan tie those virtual knots seemed like a boring game. He couldn't use those virtual knots to tie traditional Chan knots, and he didn't understand the significance of this move.

Ai Qinglan felt like she was going crazy. She is now trying to teach Bosuo some knowledge of the ways of life. However, the knowledge of the human race and the philosophy of the Chen race seem to be inherently conflicting. Bosso had no idea what the point of any of this was.

Ai Qinglan didn't specifically train herself to speak the Chen language, so she often couldn't express herself with her words. Chen Feng had to spend a lot of time helping Ai Qinglan translate.

While this side was in trouble, bad news also came from the Xuanxingguan side.

The difference between the second calculation result and the first was no more than one thousandth. In other words, the measurement data of Xuanxingguan is correct.

every group.

This made both the Xuanxing Temple and the monks in Shanhe City feel like they were collapsing. They all filed applications one after another, requesting to leave the Chen tribe's settlement and conduct a thorough search of the planet. However, many team leaders rejected this request.

The Chan tribe itself is very weak, but no one can guarantee that there will be no danger on this planet. Most of the great masters who came to Tianchen were not equipped with heavenly swords, and a high-level monster could kill them.

The frustration of failure enveloped all the Chinese monks.

"I really doubt..." Chen Feng began to say to Tong Xu, who was helping Ai Qinglan analyze the data, "I really doubt the meaning of this."

"I believe more and more in Fellow Daoist Ai's judgment." Tong Xu said: "After thinking about it for so long, I found that this hypothesis can actually solve many problems."

Chen Feng asked doubtfully: "For example?"

"For example, why do more advanced creatures practice dragon cultivation, the easier it is to achieve achievements..."

Chen Feng was curious: "Can it be proved from a mathematical point of view?"

Tong Xu casually picked up two ropes, one long and one short: "Which of these two ropes is easier to tie?"

These two ropes are materials used by poets to write poems.

"It should be... longer?" Chen Feng answered based on common sense.

"Indeed, but why?" Tong Xu asked, "Have you thought about this?"

Chenfeng shook his head.

"Both of these ropes have two ends, and then the rope itself is an unstable structure. We can roughly think that the two ends of the rope moving towards each other involve a six-phase change - each end of the rope involves three Movement in the direction. Two three-phase vectors can be regarded as a six-phase vector. Later, we study the changes of this six-phase vector..."

Seeing that Chen Feng was a little confused, Tong Xu shook his head: "In short, this six-phase vector will change towards a stable structure. In nature, a relatively stable structure is naturally entangled - it can combine several vectors in different directions. Fold into one.”

"Long ropes involve more changes, so they are easier to form knots, but short ones are not. In other words, the more advanced a creature is, the more blood vessels it has in its body, and the longer its blood roots are. In terms of dragon cultivation, The talent will be stronger.”

Chenfeng touched his nose: "Friend Taoist Tong, let me remind you that the more advanced the creature, the more bloodline it will have. Otherwise, the current ruler of China would be rice."

Tong Xu was confused: "Rice?"

"The human race has twenty-two pairs of original bloodlines, and the rice race has twenty-four pairs. If we compare the length of the bloodline roots, the winner is also the rice race." Chen Feng said leisurely: "Maybe the human race is actually the livestock of the rice race. The meaning of the human race's survival Is it to enable the rice farming industry to continue to develop?”

"Pfft... Hahahahaha..." Tong Xu couldn't help but laugh: "You are quite interesting. However, this is indeed worth thinking about... Well, we can apply to let the higher authorities arrange for some of the rice to be transformed into essence, and then let them practice The Dragon Clan practices law.”

"I'm afraid not. Tianlingling has improved and bred it for hundreds of years. Nowadays, rice, other crops, and livestock all have their own characteristics that make it difficult to become sperm." Chen Feng shrugged: "If you want to find a wild rice these days, I'm afraid it will be too much. A great master is dispatched."

The two men's banter caught Bosso's attention. He was a little curious and asked: "What are you two talking about?"

Chen Feng roughly translated the conversation between himself and Tong Xu, and then said, "It's probably related to what you've been doing these past few days."

He was obviously shocked: "Is this the method of the gods? Is this how you understand the rope?"

Ai Qinglan now locked herself in a room and seemed to be preparing something important, so Bosuo was free now.

Chen Feng didn't know how to answer this question. The "gods" in the Nan language mostly refer to the dragons, but according to what Wang Qi had mentioned to him, the dragons' sense of space is non-Euclidean, and they don't follow the human race's intuitive method of drawing the sky. So he didn't know whether he could say "yes".

Tong Xu explained the "Xiang Yu Suan" very carefully, but it was in vain, because the Nan people didn't have the concept of "heavenly position method" [coordinate system] and analytical geometry, so it was difficult to explain. Tong Xu didn't expect him to understand, he just tried all possibilities. However, a gleam of light flashed in Boso's eyes.

"It's very similar to the ideas recorded in the ancient classics..." He thought: "The idea of ​​combining several strands of rope into a knot."

Tong Xu laughed, obviously not believing Boso's statement. However, Boso seemed to be thinking: "So that's how it is. I seem to understand your thinking."

"These days, I have been thinking about what you are doing... Your knots are different from ours. We usually don't tie the same knot repeatedly, because the rope book must be basically straight, so that it can ensure smooth reading without causing confusion in meaning. However, your knot is different... It is the whole rope that is coiled into a complicated knot. Such a knot is obviously not meant for people to read."

"But, in ancient times, the monks of the Nan tribe also encrypted their own cultivation methods in this way. They used this method to hide the true attributes of their own skills to avoid being broken by others."

Chen Feng was a little confused: "So, how did you... associate it with it?"

"You mentioned the thinking of the ancient monks, so I thought of it." Boso's words revealed a tone of course. In the eyes of the Nan tribe, the gods always watch mortals, and they know everything.

But the "god" in front of him is not "knowing everything".

Chen Feng was somewhat puzzled. Bosuo was only a Nan in the foundation-building stage. How could he know so much about advanced cultivation?

At this time, Ai Qinglan rushed out again. This time, she was holding many macromolecular models made of synthetic materials in her arms. She forcefully stuffed them into Bosuo's hands and said, "I thought about it and found that you are still suitable for those intuitive thinking, so it is better to let you understand some of them in the most intuitive way..."

"These knots..." Bosuo found that those structures were not "knots" and was a little puzzled. However, he still asked, "Is this a language?"

"Yes, you can understand it as a strange language." Ai Qinglan's tone revealed suppressed emotions.

——Maybe it should have been done a long time ago.

Ai Qinglan changed her way of telling the story.

In Chen Feng's description, what Ai Qinglan did became full of mystery-or the color of a charlatan.

"Every living life has many twisted small pieces of rope." Chen Feng started like this. He said that there are in seeds, in the Nan, in the human race and in the dragon race. These small lines are called "blood roots", and they determine how things grow and what they look like. The higher level of blood roots is formed by many small clumps strung together, and these clumps form a readable language.

"Like the knots of the Nan people." Boso nodded. He understood this sentence. It is not without reason that Ai Qinglan has been cramming for a long time.

These languages ​​are the spells of life.

And for the "gods" - the dragons, they already know all the secrets of this language. And for these "young guys" like them, there are still many secrets. "We." Chen Feng pointed to himself, indicating the "human race": "We have only mastered the shallow methods."

Whenever someone invents a new blood root - that is, a new spell, and puts them into a seed, the seed will have the attributes that person wants. These words make the seed more powerful. It's like a finishing touch that can make the entire poem come alive.

However, before "finishing the finishing touch", you have to "draw a dragon" first.

That is, interpret the language of these lives.

"There are two kinds of life language. One is the knot itself on the rope, and the other is the folded structure of the knot itself..." Chen Feng considered the words: "The first kind of knot is very similar to your language, but it is not, but a kind of..."

"Dialect?" Bosuo blinked. Tianrui seemed to have not yet "written the same book". Dialect means the change of characters and the change of knotting.

Chen Feng nodded in shame and said: "You may be able to solve the second one, because your skills reflect this idea."

Bosuo thought for a while and stood in awe: "You are actually weaving the poem of life..." (To be continued ~^~)