Enter the Immortal Cultivation

After staying at the Feng family for one night, Wang Qi was taken to a hall by Feng Shouji to meet with the head of the Feng family, Feng Luoyi's second son Feng Xianglun.

Wang Qi is still very curious about this second son. The strange correspondence between the Earth and China does indeed include many powerful interpersonal relationships. However, these relationships have been wonderfully modified and seem more logical.

In the history of the earth, von Neumann had only one daughter, and she died early at the age of fifty-three. But my teacher Feng was truly happy, and there was no disease in the world that could cause him to die young - but then again, the death of Feng Luoyi, who was several hundred years old, could not be considered an untimely death. And for a man who is hundreds of years old and not an ascetic monk, it seems logical to have several children.

Feng Luoyi's second son, Feng Xianglun, was not as famous as his father. Before meeting this great master, Wang Qi didn't even know that this person existed. This is not a good thing. For scientists who are colleagues in the same field as themselves, not only do scientists know everything about them, but they at least need to know most of their names or have a general impression. The same is true for monks. Even if there are monks who don't like to be exposed in front of others, the best they can do is hide their appearance.

In order to get into Wanfa School, Wang Qi worked really hard on mathematics. As long as the other party's research issues are not too biased, he should know about the other party.

Feng Xianglun is only more than 300 years old. For a great master, this is not even middle-aged. But judging from appearance alone, Feng Xianglun is even older than Feng Luoyi. His eye sockets were sunken and the thick dark circles looked like black blue. Wang Qi felt a sudden shock when he saw him. He clearly felt a sense of decadence in Feng Xianglun.

When Wang Qi walked into the front hall, Feng Xianglun and several Feng family members had been waiting in the hall for a long time. Seeing Wang Qi, Feng Xianglun squeezed out a bleak smile on his zombie-like face and said, "The distinguished guest has arrived. Did you have a good rest last night, little brother?"

Wang Qi smiled and said: "Thank you for the hospitality. I haven't slept on such a soft bed for a long time."

"That's good." Feng Xianglun pointed to the table in front of him: "My little brother is a distinguished guest delivering a letter to my father. I can't lose my etiquette. Let's have breakfast first. We can talk about that matter after dinner."

Wang Qi is incompetent. Although it is possible to live without grain, having a hole in your belly is not a comfortable feeling.

Unlike the imagined luxury, Feng's breakfast is light and exquisite. Each person has a bowl of white, tender and smooth tofu. Wang Qi also has two ingredients in front of him. One is sesame oil, seaweed, dried shrimps, pickled mustard, and miso soup, and the other is honey and preserved fruits. In addition, there are four crispy fried dough sticks, half a red salted egg, hot dried shredded noodles, furu and other side dishes.

Wang Qi poured honey and preserved fruits into the tofu curd, and then slowly stirred it with a spoon. During this time, he glanced at Feng Xianglun again. Feng Xianglun remained expressionless while eating, as if he was chewing wax.

This family is really... I can't say what's wrong with them.

Everyone in the Feng family said nothing while eating, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Fortunately they ate quickly enough. By the time Wang Qi finished eating, most of the Feng family's children had already left the hall.

Feng Shouji ordered the servants to clear away the dishes, and then whispered to Wang Qi: "My father is a little weird, I hope you can take care of me, little brother."

Um...you should make it clear what's wrong with this old man...

Looking at Feng Xianglun's old figure, Wang Qi suddenly became nervous.

After a while, a deep breathing sound suddenly sounded in the hall. Wang Qi originally thought that he was too nervous, and Xiang subconsciously wanted to calm down, but soon he discovered that the person whose breathing was slightly scattered was actually the great master Feng Xianglun in front of him!

"Funny." At the end, Feng Xianglun gave Wang Qi an apologetic smile, which scared Wang Qi so much that he almost stood up. Then, Feng Xianglun stretched out his hand to Wang Qi and said, "Please bring the letter from my father."

Wang Qi took out Feng Luoyi's family letter from his storage bag. After Feng Xianglun used magic power to shoot it into his hand, his hand trembled. He pulled out the letter with some trembling, and took three deep breaths before reading. While reading, Feng Xianglun always looked like he was about to cry. After he read the letter four times, he put it away close to his body.

Then, there was an eerie silence.

What is this inexplicable feeling of embarrassment?

Looking at the gloomy Grand Master, Wang Qi felt uncomfortable all over. Just when Wang Qi started to feel on pins and needles, Feng Xianglun said: "Little brother, what a joke."

"Um, what's going on, senior?" Wang Qi asked doubtfully: "If you miss your loved ones, it won't be difficult to see Teacher Feng with the help of a calculator. Why should you, father and son, bother..."

Feng Xianglun smiled bitterly: "This is my inner demon." Seeing that Wang Qi still looked puzzled, Feng Xianglun explained: "My father asked you to deliver the letter, which means you are not an outsider... Do you want to hear the reason? "

Although Wang Qi had some gossip thoughts, he still declined: "If it involves old things that Silent Writing doesn't want to touch, seniors don't have to force it."

Feng Xianglun shook his head and asked, "Are you good at math? What are your hobbies?"

Wang Qi frowned: "Although I dare not say that I will die for it, I still like it."

Feng Xianglun sighed: "Me too. I have been fond of arithmetic since I was a child, and I was not well-known at that time. At that time, I also thought about solving all the arithmetic problems that others could not solve. And for my father's focus on practical skills, , I also looked down on it at the time. I felt that if I wanted to do it, I had to do it to the end, establish a sect in arithmetic, and then master all the practical skills corresponding to arithmetic. In other words, I wanted to be a better person than my father. It takes a great calculator.”

Wang Qi frowned. Feng Luoyi's arithmetic is among the best in the world, better than him...

Feng Xianglun also saw Wang Qi's expression and said with a smile: "It's ridiculous, right... The frivolous thoughts of young people are not worth mentioning now. Because when I really started researching, I discovered - I turned out to be a fool ah."

Feng Xianglun laughed and seemed to be talking about a joke. But Wang Qi didn't smile.

"In order to make people think that I am not a brat relying on my father's reputation, I deliberately chose a field that my father had not been involved in, topology and geometry. And soon I discovered that I couldn't solve the problem even if I tried to break my head. , my father can solve it with just a little thought, it’s not worth mentioning at all..."

"Why bother." Wang Qi looked at Feng Xianglun and sighed: "Teacher Feng is the top in China, and there are few mathematicians in China who are better than him. If Teacher Feng is used as the standard for mathematicians, there are many famous mathematicians in China. Can they all be considered waste?”

"But I am my father's son." Feng Xianglun laughed miserably: "National players are known as geniuses, how can his son be a waste?"

"After all, I shouldn't like arithmetic, right? If I didn't like arithmetic, I wouldn't have entered the same field as my father. If I wasn't a mathematician, I should be relaxed as an ordinary seeker. A pleasant life, right?" Feng Xianglun looked at Wang Qi with empty eyes: "Little brother, if you really like arithmetic, then it is better not to join my father's family..."

Wang Qi felt relieved. This is the mathematical version of Hayao Miyazaki and Goro Miyazaki.

Children who are overwhelmed by their parents' fame.