The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

Meng Zhe was so sleepy that he gradually woke up when Yun Zhou reached Yu Yifeng.

The younger disciples were extremely excited, especially the female disciples, chattering in a circle as they walked.

"Fuck, have you seen the fairy in white clothes just now, that handsome and elegant fan, is the love fairy in my dream!"

"Although I can't see his face clearly, he is Yu Yifeng's senior brother, how can he be so good-looking?"

Meng Zhe pushed them aside, "Excuse me."

He just now knew that there was a white-clothed immortal on the road, but if he was a little interested in what this rare 21st century immortal looks like when he first came to another world, now he has no desire to explore at all. up.

Because there are too many characters like Bai Yi Piao Piao in "Understanding the King of the World", one can be found in five chapters on average, and a dozen in fifty chapters. What's more, Chang Xiao is the author's official "best" Looking at the lifelong winners of the White Friars Award, it's like drinking tea with a pleasing look and not being able to go back to Michelle Ice City. Meng Zhe has seen the best ones and has no interest in the others.

Not only that, but he also slandered,

"It's so coquettish and contrived to choose a good position and pose for the junior sisters when they are getting started. It can't be a golden jade who is out of the way. Let's see how the junior sisters look like. They are just squatting to guard the scumbags who cheat?"

He shook his head, "They're all in white clothes, what kind of ghost brother is this, he's really not the same as Xiao Daoist at all."

After all, scumbags have been wearing white clothes since ancient times, and they have been seen in ancient and modern novels. The male supporting roles who appear too immortal are mostly posing for fishing, such as Murong Fu, cousin Murong, who is not a good person anyway.

Meng Zhe touched the bridge of his nose, "I have to observe for a while, if it's really a scumbag, I have to mention the little girls."

Chang Xiao was ignorant of Mozun's evaluation.

On the other side, Ji Mi threw the disciples on the mountain peak and let them sway freely, then hurried into the inner room and dragged Chang Xiao over, speaking earnestly and emphatically, mixed with exasperation.

"No, Xiao Xiao, what are you working on? Didn't you finally make 'Chang Xiao' disappear, and you still lean in front of him?"

Chang Xiao looked down at the floor and whispered, "He's asleep, so he won't find out."

Ji Mi was in a hurry to get angry, "It's like this again, what are you doing? Sincerely admit your mistakes and never repent, right?"

He started to circle around the room, "Okay, now you are looking through the leaves, what about in the future? When Mozun is sleeping in class, do you want to look out of my classroom window?"

Chang Xiao was silent for a moment this time, then blinked "No."

Before Ji Mi was relieved, he added, "Although he understands everything you said, His Majesty probably won't sleep in class."

Season millet "..."

Then I really thank him.

Ji Mi was so angry that he beat the table, looking at the little master, he couldn't scold him, and he couldn't bear to beat him, so he could only sigh and said, "Yaoxian is coming back soon, you should think about how to explain about your same Pinge."

Hearing this, Chang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then restrained his smile, and hummed politely.

Meng Zhe was flipping through books in the library.

Yu Yifeng is the residence of the Great Elder, probably because Ji Shu has the highest level, and he has the fewest disciples. This school has triple courtyards inside and outside, in the shape of a 'pin'. The book pavilion is in front, and the classrooms and houses are separated. Bottom left and bottom right, the disciples who planned to live in Yu Yifeng were choosing a room to assign roommates, and Meng Zhe went straight to the academy.

There are not many books in this academy, but they are exquisite. There are no messy sword manuals, such as the pirated Jiuyang Soymilk Machine that Meng Zhe saw in Fanjiang a few days ago. It is absolutely invisible here.

He flipped through it casually. Cultivating immortals is no better than nine-year compulsory education. The sword manual has no annotations and no illustrations. Kepler's three laws need to be deduced. The whole metaphysics is capitalized. Coe's mind struggled with the complexity and asked for help.

"Huayu, what did Song Zhixuan learn?"

Huayu said flatly, "Song Aotian created his own exercises here, dear."

"But I'm not Meng Aotian." Meng Zhe tried to reason. "A tall building rises from the ground. Turing's self-derivation formula must first look at the definition. He must have a reference for getting started?"

The story of "The World Knows the King" begins with Song Aotian and Song's foundation building, and has passed the basic stage, but judging from the information revealed later, Aotian has a very solid foundation, and he is also very good at getting started.

Huayu said, "Are you asking about getting started? He learned the cabinet with one row and three rows. The ninth row counts No. 20 from top to bottom, and there are six No. 30 books in the middle."

Meng Zhe paused.

This is an overly precise number.

He asked, "Is this misplaced? It doesn't look like it."

According to the Taoist knowledge he had acquired these past few days, the five numbers 27, 36, and [-] were not randomly arranged, but had their origins.

"Taoism Yishu. Taizhenke" once wrote, "Miaoqi is originally one, but this Daluo produces the three qis of Xuan, Yuan, and Shi, and turns them into three Qingtians." Qi is used to form nine heavens", and then "the nine heavens each give birth to three days, and the three nines are 27 days" and the heavens are combined to form 36 days.

These numbers actually correspond to the "one" of Miaoqi, the "three" of Xuanyuanshi, the "nine" of Nine Heavens, etc., which are the worlds of the heavens in the Dao realm.

Huayu stopped talking.

Meng Zhe clicked his tongue, "It can't be misplaced. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a big possibility to buy money."

He stood in front of the cabinet, took a deep breath, and pulled out the thin booklet.

——In all honesty, this book, which coincides with the essence of Taoism and has 36 destiny numbers, is too shabby.

It has no name, but the word "Sword Manual" is written limply on the spine of the book. The thickness is not comparable to any youth pain novel, and a large series of messy things are scribbled on the title page. Meng Zhe stared at it for a long time, feeling It looks a bit like the bastard he drew on his deskmate when he was in elementary school.The feel of the pages is also extremely delicate, quite a bit of the soft and cottony essence of high-end toilet paper.

He flipped through it, and complained, "No, the manual of the Joyoung Soymilk Maker is also printed on coated paper, which is not as good as the Soymilk Maker."

Huayu said, "Please don't judge a book by its cover, otherwise wouldn't it be better for you to practice in front of the hardcover moon cake box?"

Meng Zhe disliked it, but he still has to read it. He gestured at the thickness of the book, full of confidence, "I'll finish it before leaving the valley today."

Then he stared at the first side all afternoon.

There are only fourteen pages in this book, corresponding to the seven realms of monks, and each realm has only two pages. After scanning a few words, the writing is not very clear.

However, when Meng Zhe read it, he felt that the way of writing was very familiar, as if he had written it himself, every word was echoed from a distance, and it was clearer than those written in those huge works with thousands of pages, as if it was written in just a few dozen pages. Words can sum up a person, a realm, so decades of ups and downs.

Until the sun went down, all the chattering little disciples outside had chosen their residences, but he remained motionless, without blinking his eyes, just holding a book, standing like a stone sculpture.

At this time, outside the window, the evening clouds merged with the setting sun and melted into gold. If someone walked into the academy, they would see Meng Zhe leaning on the bookshelf, his eyes slantingly reflecting the setting sun, turning into a beautiful light gold.

He stood there quietly, and the bookshelves separated the room with complex light and shadow, so this small square inch of land seemed to be stared at by the giant eyes of Cronus, and even time was frozen in place.

At this critical moment, Ji Mi picked up his trumpet.

As early as before the young disciples came, the experienced elders posted a hundred and eighty sound transmission symbols on the front and back of the academy to ensure that the class bell can be played in a 360° three-dimensional loop without dead ends, and it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of every disciple. .

The elder was very angry at his dantian, "Okay, all the students have already chosen their residences, let's familiarize themselves with the environment today, and we will start classes at Sishi tomorrow, and students who don't live on campus can also go back down the mountain in a cloud boat."

There was a bang in the library.

Meng Zhe was frightened by him and threw the book away.

In fact, many people should have this kind of experience. Once they concentrate on doing something, they are easily frightened. The great elder's piercing note was pasted three feet behind Meng Zhe's head, which is called a magic sound.

He rubbed his ears, intending to pick up the book, but when he lowered his head, Meng Zhe couldn't help making a psychedelic sound.

"I / hastily hastily"

This mysterious book that recorded peerless martial arts was flung away by Meng Zhe, and it fell apart gloriously.

It's not just an ordinary powder, it's still the kind of powder that cuts a body apart and breaks it into pieces.

Meng Zhe picked up the book like a thief, but he didn't have the guts to put it back. He put the book in his sleeve, looked here and there, and made sure that no one saw him destroying public property, so he walked out quickly, intending to Hurry home and copy a good copy, and return it tomorrow.

He sneaked out without being noticed, and then he stepped onto the cloud boat and told the helmsman, "Hello, can I go in the direction of Fanjiang City?"

Meng Zhe had asked Xie Qing before, many of the disciples in Yaowang Valley were from wealthy families, and in previous years some did not live on the mountain, each peak had a cloud boat to pick up disciples, and most of the people at the helm were brothers and sisters who had started early. Come in turn, before boarding the boat, just say a word about your destination.

But this time after he finished speaking, no one answered, but Yun Zhou began to move slowly.

Meng Zhe couldn't help but glanced forward, wondering, "Brother?"

With a single glance, he saw the appearance of the person at the helm. He was covered in white clothes and covered his face with long silk, so he couldn't see his face clearly. It was the senior brother mentioned by everyone on the way.

Meng Zhe groaned, thinking, "Is this the suspected scumbag who posed on the road to hang girls?"

He rolled up his sleeves, "Let me see and see."

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Your Majesty is a tough guy