Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"So that's how it is..." Zhuge Fox touched the thing in his hand lightly for a while, then raised his head and frowned at Meng Lang, "But why do I still feel that you are deliberately messing with me?"

"You worry too much!" With a sincere smile on his face, Meng waved his hand to signal Zhuge Qing not to misunderstand, "We have been friends for so many years, don't you know what I am?"

It's because I know who you are that I'm sure that you're making fun of me by taking advantage of this legitimate opportunity.

Seeing that Meng Lang opened and closed his mouth like "I'm doing it all for your own good", Zhuge Qing shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Okay, I can forget about what happened just now."

"If you two have nothing else to do, I'll go back to the apartment and sleep?"

"Well. But before that, I still want to remind you." Speaking of this, Meng Lang's expression slowly changed from the cynical look just now to a serious one.

"Uncle Gong said, it's best not to be distracted by other things before you learn the real fire of samadhi, so you don't have to go this time to encircle and suppress Ruan Feng, just stay in the apartment and retreat."

"Heh" Zhuge Qing couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Meng's words, "There are still eight days before the encirclement and suppression of Ruan Feng. Are you so sure that I won't be able to learn the true fire of Samadhi within this time?"

Hearing this, Meng Lang knew that the drama specially prepared for Zhuge Qing was about to reach its climax tonight, so he quickly winked at the little girl beside him...

PS: The first update will be added, and there will be another update around eight o'clock.I'm too busy working at work today, so I can't spare time to code words, so don't blame me.

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Chapter 1 Meng Lang: Dali is right, but the world is wrong

Zhuge Dali understood, and immediately started acting according to the script that the two had discussed before:

"Meng Lang! How can you have so little confidence in your cousin?"

Zhuge Qing, who had been dissed by someone Meng all night, couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard that his little cousin finally stood up to speak for him.

Meng Lang seemed surprised that the little girl would refute him, and asked with a slight frown, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course you're wrong!" Zhuge Dali looked serious, with a light of wisdom shining in his beautiful eyes, one big and one small, "Please understand the situation well before speaking."

“阿青表哥是诸葛武侯家第50代传人，整个武侯派在他之前登记在册学成三昧真火的只有71人，而这71位先人中只有9个是在30岁之前练成的。”

"Anyone who has studied mathematics will know that even from the most optimistic probability theory, the probability of a person learning the real fire of Samadhi before the age of 30 is no more than one in [-]."

"Note that the probability of one in 30 means that before the age of 30, my cousin is still more than 1500 days away from the age of [-]. After conversion again, we can use an imprecise way to estimate that he will be within eight days. The probability of learning Samadhi True Fire."

"Do you think my cousin Ah Qing can't even do it with a one in 500 million chance?"

Zhuge Qing: ;'д`? ? ?

Meng Lang: ノへ￣,

As soon as the little girl's popular science remarks came out, not only Zhuge Qing, but even Meng Lang were dumbfounded.

Dali... Is this what you swore to me before that would inspire Cousin Ah Qing's fighting spirit?

Do you have some misunderstandings about the concept of motivating?

As the saying goes: one-half fights, one-tenth kills with eyes closed, one-hundredth pursues dreams, and one-thousandth who dares to bet is a fool. Come out one in 500...

Meng has no idea whether his Dali is a clever ghost or a stubborn one.

In fact, it can’t be all her fault. After all, in the eyes of the former straight steel girl, the probability of one in 500 million is indeed a challenge that can arouse her fighting spirit.

The little girl's sudden crotch pulling made the atmosphere in the field into an embarrassment for a while.

Just as Meng was about to stand up and say something, Zhuge Qing slapped him on the shoulder and made a physical silence: "Needless to say, I understand everything."

Seeing that Zhuge Qing's mentality was so stable, Meng Lang couldn't help but said happily, "That's great, Old Qing! As long as you understand! In fact, we don't need to worry about the probability."

Before Meng Lang could finish speaking, Zhuge Qing interrupted again with a palm. At the same time, he put away the booklet in his hand and said calmly, "I really don't need to say any more. Please forgive me for my mediocre qualifications. Farewell!"

Meng Lang: ￣ー￣......

Seeing Zhuge Fox walking out of the bar dejectedly, Meng also sighed dejectedly.

The carefully planned three-day "ignition" operation suffered a major failure.

Just as meng lang looked up at the sky melancholy, he felt his arms being embraced by a pair of soft arms.

Looking down slightly, Zhuge Dali was looking at him with a small mouth, his eyes filled with mist: "Meng Lang, did I do something wrong?"

"Well...how should I put it?" Meng Lang stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, "You are so talented that there are hundreds of millions of points of difference between your vision and quantitative standards and normal people. And those deviations are sometimes critical."

Having said that, seeing the little girl's eyes dimming gradually, Meng Lang couldn't help but put a little more force on the hand on her head, and at the same time changed the topic:

"But in my opinion, it is not you who are wrong, but the world."

"Ah!?" Zhuge Dali shouted out in surprise when he heard Meng Lang say that.

Seeing the little girl's expression turn from worry to joy, Meng Lang's mouth curled into a slight smile: "You are too kind. Once things involve people around you, you will easily lose your sense of self and confidence."

"Think about it, your cousin's success rate is 500 in [-] million, but what is the ratio between the earliest supporter of the heliocentric theory and all human beings?"

"As one of the most important symbols of modern civilization, when the automobile was first invented, it was clearly stipulated by the laws of the people that it must unconditionally give way to horse-drawn carriages. It can be seen that there is a relationship between people who can see the potential of automobiles and all mankind at that time. What's the ratio?"

"I believe you know much more about the same example than I do. Isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

"Facts have proved that the truth is often in the hands of a few people at the beginning, and only the numerator can play a decisive role between the numerator and the denominator."

"Therefore." As he spoke, Meng Lang smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch the little girl's face, "Be more confident, do you really think that Old Qing is the kind of person who will give up when he hears that the probability is low?"

Being explained by Meng Lang in this way, Zhuge Dali's dejected expression disappeared, and he couldn't help but asked expectantly: "Then what do you mean, do you think my cousin can do this one in five million times?" ?”

Meng nodded heavily: "Because he is Zhuge Qing, I believe he can do it."

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of my cousin."

Meng Lang didn't answer, but turned his head to look thoughtfully at the back of Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye who had been waiting for him outside the bar as they left together.

In fact, Meng Lang simply felt that Zhuge Qing would not let Wang Ye go wandering outside alone.

I really can't blame him, Meng, for looking at Renji with his eyes. It's really hard for others to think of something when they get tired of being together every day.

Shaking his head and throwing some strange thoughts out of his mind, Meng Lang looked down at Zhuge Dali who was still holding his arm and said, "Since the matter is already like this, then don't think about it, let me go train with you?"

"OK, all right"

At the same time, in a restaurant on the Champs Elysees Avenue in the Surrendered Country.

An elegant Chinese man in his fifties raised his glass with ease:

"Elizabeth, how much have you found out about Zi Qiao's cousin?"

On the opposite side of him sat a perfectly maintained Chinese woman who looked about 40 years old. At this time, she also raised her wine glass and touched the old man opposite.