Into the Immortal Cultivation

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On the evening of the second day, Fusang started to snow. The thin snowflakes stuck weakly on the ground and soon melted.

"This historical moment is actually such a ghost weather." Wang Qi and Huang Fulian, Mo Zhenzhen followed Wu Chengdao to the Qianjige Auditorium. The ice water on the ground stuck to his boots, making him feel uncomfortable.

This night, the instrumental feast finally arrived.

The banquet was held in the Qianjige Hall. The architectural style of this auditorium is incompatible with the consistent simplicity of Qianji Pavilion. This is more like a temple, with several thick columns supporting a grand dome. It is said that this used to be the ancient demon temple that survived. At the time, Qianji Pavilion invited the monks of the Burning Valley to replace the stone with metal by one atom by one atom, without prejudice to the remaining spiritual prohibition. Then use these metals to organize the whole hall. According to legend, on the day the transformation was completed, all the monsters and beasts remaining in Fusang and the above-mentioned ancient relics would kill themselves.

This is the last step of the Xianmeng to unify the East China Sea.

After entering the hall, Wang Qi realized that the banquet was divided into two invisible. Those who follow the friend's elders can only stay in the periphery, and the nominees, guru, and the descendants brought by Xiaoyao overhaul can enter the inside. At this point, Wu Chengdao led the other two away from Shanruliu, and then pushed Wang Qi inside with a smile.

I seem to know something ... It seems that I have won 9 of the Taoist rewards this time.

Wang Qi thought a bit casually. Feng Luoyi once mentioned this to him, so he knew that as long as he had won the victory, he would certainly be able to win this Taoist reward.

Around him, there are occasions where Master Wanfa ’s Master casts a curious look on him, and there is also a look of peers or jealous or hostile eyes. He Xiaoyao co-authored the thesis practice, the first step of the unified entry test, the nomination of the immortal, the Taoist reward, the law of mathematics in the name of his own body ... each of these titles is enough to attract attention, not to mention Still together.

However, there are good and bad smells and smells in these names. When mixed together, they are very notorious. Not many peers want to join Wang Qi.

Wang Qi was suddenly dissatisfied with this rule. He and Mo Zhenzhen Huang Fulian didn't have a common language, but they could still speak, anyway, it was better than this embarrassing situation.

With no boredom, he looked up and studied the decoration of the dome.

Since the material was replaced at the atomic level, even the potholes and cracks on the dome of the temple were preserved with atomic precision, not to mention the murals. A portrait of a three-legged ebony is located on the east wall of the temple, connecting the dome and the wall painting. This three-legged black is alive and powerful, but it is not the highest portrait of this temple. Wang Qi vaguely remembered that Wu Chengdao had talked about this issue. At that time, he said that the monster clan's belief was very strange. There are two types of gods. The system is a metaphysical existence. In addition, there is a set of deities that prohibit the private sacrifices of the demon people, and privately set the kinship as a felony of the demon clan. Only the metaphysical "world gods" are eligible to worship these metaphysical existences. These metaphysical existences are not monsters and beasts, and there is no specific existence. Even the official positions are areas that ordinary people cannot touch, such as aura and spiritual practice. The demon emperor is the only link between the two gods.

Wang Qi turned his eyes to the statue of the demon, and found that the body of the demon's belief was indeed a metaphysical existence. He only saw symbols made of twisted curves, which looked like strange tentacles.

Wang Qi looked dizzy and felt dizzy. He had to stop and press the corners of his eyes: "The demon clan really believes in evil spirits. This thing loses its san value at a glance."

However, this strange phenomenon actually stimulated his interest. He rested for a while and continued to watch these murals. Someone came over and asked, "Are you also interested in these things?"

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

The man took Wang Qi ’s answer very seriously and said, “There are no characters on the mural that match your description, but the existing ancient characters of the demon clan are similar to the eyeballs ...”

Wang Qi looked at the old man who talked to him, wondering: "Do you still study this?"

In addition to the master of the landlord Qianji Pavilion, only the disciples of Wanfamen can enter.

"Predecessor Wanfamen once said that nothing can't be counted, nothing can't be counted, and everything in the world can be counted. The human mind is elaborately crafted, and the ancient demon clan is treacherous, but is this subtlety treacherous? Count? "

The man didn't care, and instead introduced to Wang Qi: "This is also a relatively famous calculation problem, and it's also interesting. The demon civilization has perished for millions of years, and it's impossible to decipher through relative language, so this is A purely arithmetic problem, the first is statistics ... "

The old man talked about the process of mathematicizing linguistics. His teaching skills seemed to be a bit worse than Feng Luoyi, and Wang Qi heard a dizzy head and heard a rough idea. The old man himself seems not very talkative in this respect, and he soon finished the topic. Immediately afterwards, 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 was familiar, and asked, "Senior, do you have anything to do with me? Also, do we know?"

The man chuckled: "I came just to know you." He said, nodding and shaking his head: "Some spiritual, like a fortune-teller, but it's a pity that he cares too much about the sophistry.

Wang Qi immediately understood that this was probably the predecessor of Lianzong. This aspect makes him very big. But before he could say anything, the man threw down a thin booklet and walked away with his sleeves: "Have a good look at one or two. Later, this kind of **** debate will be less mixed."

"Inexplicable." Wang Qi opened the book and found that it was a sword score. He has learned the error-free sword net, and then learning Lianzong swordsmanship may be possible to disrupt his rhythm, and he will give the sword score back to the old man. But at this time, the old man has gone far in the attention ceremony of everyone.

Wait a minute ...

"Mr. Pang still thinks it's unbelievable, so let's take a look at the guy who made Ge Ting send the Jedi to life." Another voice appeared suddenly beside Wang Qi. This voice is much more sympathetic than the old man, it is Hebe Che. The operator looked at the book in Wang Qi ’s hands and smiled: “He also wants you to see what his theory extends.”

Wang Qi was shocked: "Who is that man?"

Xi Baiche smiled and said: "Yeah. Okay, let's not talk about these. Are you ready for today's affairs?"

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