Enter the Immortal Cultivation

His slightly aged fingers tapped the round body of an incense burner. The burning incense was vibrated by the metallic sound mixed with mysterious magic power, and burned more evenly. There was not even a trace of smoke in the pure aroma.

The smell of burning fine spices mixed with the smell of books in the room makes people feel refreshing, as if they smell the fragrance of "wisdom". The Calculator then retracted his hand and focused his gaze again on a mirage staged in the house. In the mirage, a man with a face as hard as stone sat opposite a tall woman. The man is asking seemingly meaningless questions and the woman is answering. The babbling music in the background was so loud that it was difficult to hear what the man was specifically asking.

——Perhaps this is the method of "blurring"?

Outside the play, the master of calculation, Xi Boche, recalled what his teacher said when he was teaching poetry in his private school before he became a Taoist.

He is not the only owner of this study. Several other powerful monks from Xiaoyao or close to Xiaoyao were also there. They either sat on the ground or leaned on the table, watching the mirage in a leisurely manner.

For the calculation master, time is indeed very tight now. However, he still doesn't mind sitting down with his students to take a break and watch the latest tricks.

One piece and one piece of relaxation, civil and military affairs. Only by knowing how to relax can you maintain efficient thinking for a long time.

but……

"I'm really not used to the current tricks." It can be seen that the bettor doesn't like this mirage called "Blade Assassin" very much. Although the focus of his sight was on this mirage. But his heart is not here. His eyes seemed to have traveled through time, and he saw the memories of when he had just entered the immortal world and was listening to books with his brothers.

"Weird." He muttered: "Have I been shaken lately? Why do I always think of these things?"

"Teacher." He Weier raised his head and smiled at the master: "You don't seem to like it? I'm really embarrassed to drag you here."

"Aren't you taking up my space? If you really don't want to disturb me, don't drag your senior brother to watch the mirage in my study." The Calculator shook his head. He laughed and cursed.

In the mirage, the woman's true identity was recognized - she was an extremely realistic puppet, and even her memories had to be woven seamlessly. However, that man, the protagonist of Blade Assassin, Dai Ke, recognized her with his almost magical "question set".

In the hallucinated scene, the woman was screaming. Her sense of self is crumbling.

He Weier gave his teacher a meaningful look: "Actually, this mirage is quite interesting."

The calculation master looked at the almost crazy woman in the picture. He frowned and said, "Hmm... maybe it's because I didn't like this kind of play when I was a kid? I don't really like it."

"You didn't even have mirages when you were a kid." He Weier smiled: "Besides, when I say 'interesting', I don't mean whether the picture is good or not, or whether the story is happy or sad. There is a lot of mathematics mixed in this story. Difficulties, I quite like them.”

"Arithmetic problem?"

"Just wait and see." He Weier smiled and sat back in his seat. The two or three other great cultivators of the Geting Sect who were secretly watching here also withdrew their gazes.

These people are all angry with Feng Luoyi. They all know that the second and tenth questions among the twenty-three questions have been solved. But the way that person answered. But it didn’t meet the calculation master’s expectations. For bettors, this could have potentially disastrous consequences.

The slight restlessness of people's emotions outside the play did not affect the performance of the mirage play. Soon, the heroine Lei Rui left the scene. And as the heroine's "adopted father" and "maker", the fictional master of the Yangshen Pavilion stepped out. He looked at the male protagonist Dai Ke with deep eyes and a meaningful smile: "Silver Wing Assassin, do you know yourself? Do you understand your true heart? Have you ever tried to ask yourself?"

"Ask yourself?" Xibaiche found the key based on his feeling and looked at his student He Weier. He Weier nodded at him, indicating that this was the "topic" he had mentioned. The calculator also had his own ideas about arithmetic, and he quickly understood the key.

"'Ask yourself'... Oh. It seems that this mirage story is not necessarily new, it is just a routine. The judge known as the Silver Winged Assassin is probably also a puppet."

"The set of questions asked by the puppet judge claims to be able to identify all puppets. So, can he identify himself?"

After figuring out this trick, the fortune teller chuckled and shook his head: "Weyl, this kid, just loves to make fuss out of molehills. The truth of 'this statement is not true' is an old thing that existed in medieval mathematicians tens of thousands of years ago. What an 'interesting' calculation..."

The master's smile also fell into He Weier's eyes. The free monk suppressed his anxiety in his heart, tried not to show it, and then pondered in his heart: "The teacher still doesn't realize it..."

He didn't know that in the bottom of his heart, there was actually a trace of doubt: "Ask yourself... ask yourself... why do I feel a little scared when I think of this question?"

In the mirage, the silver-winged assassin Dai Ke sat in front of the mirror, inspired by the demonic barrier in his heart, and prepared to torture his own soul with the set of questions that "can distinguish between all people and puppets".

A slender hand quickly brushed the teapot. A bowl of clear tea filled the cup, and it was a little higher than the rim of the cup. The curved surface formed by the tea soup stirred slightly, as if it was still near the boiling point.

"The air pressure here is slightly lower than that in China. Don't cook tea according to the boiling time." Feng Luoyi closed his eyes and warned.

"Of course I know this bit of common sense." Master Turing held a tea cup with his unusual manly hands and said with a smile: "This green heron green is a unique leaf of hibiscus, newly roasted this year. You guard this place. I don’t think I have a chance to try it.”

"I don't pay much attention to this." Feng Luoyi still made eye contact, picked up the tea soup with one hand and drank it in one gulp. This tea soup seems to be around the boiling point, but it is actually just ordinary hot water, not very hot.

Master Turing asked: "Brother Yuehan, what are you looking at now?"

"Shenzhou." Feng Luoyi spoke concisely and to the point.

After the second cup of tea soup was added to the two cups, Feng Luoyi opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment: "Master Ximen didn't realize... Fellow Daoist He has clearly pointed out the problem, but he still... "

Feng Luoyi didn't say the rest.

Among the various paths of modern Dharma, arithmetic is the least likely to suffer from intellectual and visual barriers, and it is also the most likely to suffer from intellectual and visual barriers. As a purely speculative search process, as long as arithmetic lists a detailed process and is logically reasonable, there is nothing that cannot be circumvented; at the same time, as a purely speculative subject, arithmetic does not rely on empirical evidence to determine whether it is right or wrong. If you can think about it, you can think about it. If you don’t understand, you just can’t figure it out. I am afraid it will be difficult to eliminate the differences between the sect and the sect.

Feng Luoyi sighed for a moment and then asked: "Zhenren, you are not someone who visits easily. What kind of wind brought you here today?"

"A few questions, a treasure."

"Treasure?" Feng Luoyi asked this first. He didn't know how long it would take to discuss a problem with a mathematician of Ji Lao's level, so it was better to focus on those things that could be solved immediately.

"There is a treasure that I want you to see in person no matter what." Turing smiled shyly and took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve.

This mirror looks like an ancient treasure, the Xuanguang Mirror, but is actually only a few hundred years old. Feng Luoyi was very familiar with this thing. He flicked it gently: "Bronze Immortal Girl? Your natal magic weapon?"

for this treasure. Feng Luoyi is no stranger either. This mirror is the original calculator of China and the magic weapon of Ji Lao.

The so-called natal magic weapon is a special magic weapon that is integrated with the monk's own magic system. It can be regarded as a part of the monk himself and is not restricted by rank.

Hundreds of years ago, it was Feng Luoyi and Ji Lao who worked together to create this original calculator.

"Exactly." Master Turing smiled and handed the palm-sized bronze mirror to Feng Luoyi's hand: "Let's take a look, old man. This thing is amazing now."

Feng Luoyi flicked the bronze mirror, and a circle of black and white aura bloomed around the mirror. Feng Luoyi frowned slightly. The power of this precious mirror was much weaker than what he remembered.

But soon, Feng Luoyi showed a horrified look. Although this precious mirror seems to have lost all its spirituality, the black and white yin and yang have lost their mysterious true meaning and the calculator has a spirituality similar to the spiritual wisdom of the human race, but if you taste it carefully, you can find that this mirror is not weak, but It's stronger.

This mirror is closer to the "roots"!

The great martial arts masters who return to the original nature of martial arts emphasize that there are no moves to win, and they like to use the simplest punch and kick to attack the weak at the most appropriate time. Their martial arts skills have returned to the category of "one punch" and "one kick".

"One punch" and "one kick" are all martial arts. Only by practicing "boxing" and "kick" well can you gain the foundation.

"Initially, we relied on the soul of the bionic soul to promote the development of the calculator. Unexpectedly, you have returned it to pure yin and yang changes." Feng Luoyi exclaimed: "You have reached this step, I admire... "

"Thanks to your student for this." Ji Lao said with a smile: "Ever since I got your student's theory, I have been thinking about whether there is a way besides being incomplete and undecidable. During the thinking process , I updated the basic definition of the calculator and added restrictions."

"About incomplete and undecidable thinking?" When Feng Luoyi mentioned this, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly: "I've been really troubled by this recently...what did you come up with?"

"I seem to have made an undecidable proof that is different from Wang Qi's." Master Turing took out a few pieces of paper and was about to start explaining. Feng Luoyi held him down and shouted to an empty space: "Wang Qi! Come here!"

Feng Luoyi is the manager of Ten Thousand Immortals Illusion. Everything he says and does has a very high priority.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Qi's figure appeared in this secret place: "Teacher." (To be continued ~^~)