Enter the Immortal Cultivation

On the night of the second day, it started to snow lightly in Fusang. The thin snowflakes clung to the ground weakly and melted quickly.

"Such a historic moment is such a terrible weather." Wang Qi, Huangfu Lian, and Mo Zhenzhen followed Wu Chengdao to the Qianji Pavilion auditorium. The ice water on the ground stuck to his boots, making him feel uncomfortable.

This night, the banquet of making the utensils finally arrived.

The banquet was held in the Qianji Pavilion auditorium. The architectural style of this auditorium is incompatible with Qianji Pavilion's usual simplicity. This is more like a temple, with several thick pillars supporting a magnificent dome. It is said that this was once the surviving temple of the ancient demon clan. Qianji Pavilion invited monks from Burning Gold Valley to replace the stone with metal by replacing it atom by atom without damaging the remaining spiritual taboos. Then use these metals to organize the entire hall. Legend has it that on the day the transformation was completed, all the monsters that remained in Fusang and claimed to be ancient survivors committed suicide.

This is the final step for the Immortal Alliance to unify the East China Sea.

After entering the main hall, Wang Qi realized that the banquet was invisibly divided into two levels. Those who came with friends and elders to watch the ceremony could only stay on the outside, while the nominees, grandmasters, and juniors brought by Xiaoyao Daxiu could enter the first level inside. At this point, Wu Chengdao led the other two people away obediently, and then pushed Wang Qi inside with a smile on his face.

I seem to know something... It seems that I will most likely be the one to win the Dao Artifact Award this time?

Wang Qi thought a little casually. Feng Luoyi once mentioned this matter to him, so he understood. As long as Li Zong wins, he will definitely win this Taoist weapon reward.

From time to time, there were Wanfamen masters around who cast curious glances at him, mixed with a hint of jealousy or hostility from his peers. Qi training minor who co-wrote the thesis with Xiaoyao, first in the unified entrance test, banished to immortals, nominated for the Taoist weapon award, named the law of arithmetic in his own name... Each of these titles is enough to attract attention, not to mention Still together.

However, some of these names are good, bad, fragrant and smelly. When mixed together, they have a complete reputation, and few of their peers want to be around Wang Qi.

Wang Qi suddenly became dissatisfied with this regulation. He and Mo Zhenzhen and Huangfulian had nothing in common, but they could still talk to each other, which was better than this embarrassing situation.

Out of boredom, he raised his head and studied the decoration of the dome.

Since the material was originally replaced at the atomic level, even the pits, cracks and scars on the temple dome were preserved with atomic level precision, not to mention the murals. The portrait of a three-legged crow is on the upper part of the east wall of the temple. Paintings connecting the dome and walls. This three-legged crow comes alive. It is majestic, but not the tallest image in this temple. Wang Qi vaguely remembered Wu Chengdao talking about this issue. At that time, he said that the demon tribe’s beliefs were very weird. There were two types of gods. One was the ruling class of the demon tribe that was worshiped by ten thousand demons. The demon emperor was the sun god and the supreme god. The entire god All systems have physical existence. There is also a set of gods. It is forbidden for demon people to perform private sacrifices, and it is a serious crime for demons to set up private obscene sacrifices. Only the physical "gods of the world" are qualified to sacrifice to these metaphysical beings. These metaphysical beings are not monsters and have no specific existence. Even their duties are in areas such as spiritual energy, cultivation, etc. that ordinary people cannot touch. The Demon King is the only link between the two pantheons.

Wang Qi moved his gaze to the statue of the Demon King and found that the body of the demon clan's faith was indeed a metaphysical existence. He only saw symbols made of twisted curves, like weird tentacle monsters.

Wang Qi felt a little dizzy just looking at it, and had to stop and press the corners of his eyes: "The demon tribe really believes in evil gods. The value of this thing will be ruined just by looking at it."

However, this strange phenomenon piqued his interest. He rested for a while. Keep looking at these murals. A man came over and asked, "Are you also interested in these things?"

"I'm looking for things like octopus heads, big eyes, yellow hoods, etc." Wang Qi responded casually.

The man thought about Wang Qi's answer very seriously and said: "There are no characters on this mural that match your description, but the existing ancient characters of the demon race have ones that are similar to eyeballs..."

Wang Qi looked at the old man who was talking to him and asked curiously: "Are you still studying this?"

Apart from the masters of Landlord Qianji Pavilion, the only people who can enter here are the disciples of Wanfa Sect.

"Senior Wanfamen once said that nothing cannot be calculated. There is nothing that cannot be calculated. Everything in the world is a matter of calculation. The human mind is exquisitely conceived and the ancient demon clan is cunning, but can this ingenuity and cunning be better than the way of heaven? Since it is the Tao, why can't it be done? Calculate?"

The man didn't care at all, but introduced it to Wang Qi: "This is also a famous calculation problem, and it's a bit interesting. The demon civilization has been extinct for millions of years, and it is impossible to decipher it through the language of relatives, so this is A purely arithmetic problem, the first thing is statistics..."

The old man rambled on about the process of mathematizing linguistics. His teaching skills seemed to be a bit worse than Feng Luoyi's. Wang Qi was so dizzy that he just listened to a general outline. The old man himself didn't seem to be very talkative about this aspect, and he quickly finished talking about this topic. Then, he looked at Wang Qi for a while, and at the same time, Wang Qi also looked at him. Wang Qi felt that the old man looked familiar and asked, "Senior, do you have anything to do with me? Also, do we know each other?"

The man chuckled lightly: "I came here just to get to know you." As he said, he nodded and shook his head: "Some spirituality, like a mathematician, but it's a pity that he cares too much about those sophistry."

Wang Qi understood immediately that this person must be the senior of Lian Zong. This appearance made him feel very troubled. But before he could say anything, the man threw down a thin booklet and left: "You should study it carefully, and don't get involved in this kind of nonsense debate in the future."

"It's incomprehensible." Wang Qi opened the booklet and found that it was a sword manual. He had already learned the Wucuo Sword Net, and learning the Lian Zong sword method might disrupt his rhythm. He wanted to return the sword manual to the old man. But at this time, the old man had already walked away in the eyes of everyone.

Wait a minute... eyes?

"Mr. Pang probably still finds it a little unbelievable, so he came to see what the guy who saved the Ge Ting Sect looks like." Another voice suddenly appeared beside Wang Qi. This voice was much kinder than the previous old man, and it was Xi Boche. The master of calculation looked at the book in Wang Qi's hand and said with a smile: "He also wants you to see the extension of his theory."

Wang Qi was surprised: "That person is the master of calculation?"

Xi Boche laughed and said: "Yes. Okay, let's not talk about this. Are you ready for today's matter?" (To be continued ~^~)