A slightly old finger tapped the round body of an incense burner. The burning spices were vibrated by the sound of metal mixed with mystical mana, and the burning became more and more even, and in the pure aroma, there was not even a trace of green smoke.

The smell of burning spices mingles with the smell of books filling the room, making people feel refreshed, as if they smell the fragrance of "wisdom". The Reckoning withdrew his hand and refocused his gaze on a mirage that had been staged in the room. In the mirage, a man with a face as iron as iron sat opposite a tall woman. The man is asking seemingly meaningless questions, and the woman is answering. The babbling background music was so loud that I couldn't hear what the man was asking.

――Maybe that's how "fuzzy" works?

Outside the play, the arithmetic master Xi Baiche recalled what he said when he was teaching poetry in a private school when he was not yet entering the Tao.

He is not the only one in this study. Several other powerful monks who were at ease or close to being at ease were also there. They sat on the ground or leaned against the table, watching the mirage in a relaxed manner.

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

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

But......

"I'm really not used to the tricks now. It can be seen that the owner does not like this mirage called "Blade Assassin" very much. Although the focus of his gaze was on this mirage, his heart was not there. His eyes seemed to have traveled through time, and he saw that he had just entered the immortal path, and he was squeezing the memories of listening to and hearing stories with his senior brothers.

"Quirky. He muttered, "Have I been shaken lately, and why do I keep thinking of this?"

"Teacher. He Waier raised his head and smiled at the master: "You don't seem to like it very much, I'm really embarrassed to pull you here." ”

"Don't you occupy my place, if you really don't want to disturb me, don't drag your brother in my study to watch a mirage. The reckoner shook his head. Laughed and scolded.

In the mirage, the woman was recognized as her real person—she was a highly realistic puppeteer, and even her memories had to be woven seamlessly. However, the man, the protagonist of the Blade Assassin, Dai Ke, identified her with his almost godlike "problem set".

In the conjured picture, the woman is screaming. Her self-perception was crumbling.

He Waier glanced at his teacher meaningfully: "Actually." This mirage is also quite interesting. ”

The master looked at the almost crazy woman in the picture, frowned, and said, "Hmm...... Maybe I didn't like this kind of drama when I was a kid? I didn't like it very much. ”

"You didn't even have a mirage when you were a kid. He Waier smiled: "Besides, what I say about 'interesting' is not whether the picture is good or not, or whether the things I say are happy or sad." I really like the arithmetic problems mixed in this story. ”

"Arithmetic problems?"

"Wait and see. He Waier smiled and sat back in his seat. The other two or three Geting Sect overhaulers who were secretly watching here also withdrew their gaze.

These people are all angry with Feng Luoyi. They all know that the second and tenth of the twenty-three questions have been solved. But that person answered the way. But it does not meet the expectations of the Lord. For the reckoner, this has the potential to be catastrophic.

The small restlessness of the emotions of everyone outside the play did not affect the broadcast of the mirage. Soon, the heroine Lei Rui withdrew. And the fictitious Yang God Pavilion Lord, who is the heroine's "father-in-law" and "maker", walked out. He looked at the male protagonist Dai Ke, his eyes were deep, and his smile was meaningful: "Blade Assassin, do you know yourself? Do you know your own heart? Have you tried to ask yourself?"

"Ask yourself?" Xi Baiche found the key with his senses, and looked at his student He Weier. He Weier nodded at him. said that this is the "topic" that he said. The arithmetic master also has his own ideas about arithmetic, and he soon understands the key to this.

"'Ask yourself'...... Oh. It doesn't seem like this mirage story is necessarily new, it's just a routine. This inquisitor, known as the Blade Assassin, is most likely also a puppeteer. ”

"The puppet inquisitor's set of questions claims to be able to distinguish all puppet people. So, will he be able to tell himself?"

After figuring out this trick, the master chuckled and shook his head: "Weyl, this kid." It's just love to make a big fuss. The distinction between truth and falsehood of 'this statement is not true', and it is an old thing that existed in the Middle Ages tens of thousands of years ago. What an 'interesting' arithmetic......"

The smile of the master also fell into He Waier's eyes. The carefree monk kept his anxiety to the bottom of his heart, tried not to show it, and then pondered in his heart: "Isn't the teacher still unaware......"

He didn't know. In the bottom of the counter's heart, in fact, there was also a trace of doubt: "Ask yourself...... Ask yourself...... Why do I feel a little scared when I think about this topic?"

In the middle of the mirage, the Blade Assassin Dai Ke sits down in front of the mirror at the instigation of the demon barrier in his heart, ready to torture his own mind with a set of questions that "can distinguish between everyone and a puppet".

A slender hand swept swiftly across the teapot. A pool of tea filled the cup, a little higher than the mouth of the cup. The curved surface of the tea soup is slightly agitated, and it seems that it is still near the boiling point.

"The air pressure here is slightly lower than in Shenzhou. Don't cook tea while the water is boiling. Feng Luoyi closed his eyes and reminded.

"I know this bit of common sense. Turing Zhenren held a teacup with a pair of hands that were not like ordinary men, and said with a smile: "This green heron green is a unique leaf of Fusang, and it is newly fried this year." You're here to stay, and I don't think you'll have a chance to taste it. ”

"I don't pay much attention to that. Feng Luoyi still looked at his eyes, picked up the tea and soup with one hand and drank it all. This tea soup seems to be around the boiling point, but in essence, it is just ordinary hot water, which is not hot.

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

"Shenzhou. Feng Luoyi was concise and to the point.

After adding a second cup of tea to the two of them, Feng Luoyi opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment: "Lord Ximen didn't realize it...... He Daoyou had already pointed out the problem very clearly, but he still ......"

Feng Luoyi didn't say the rest of the words.

Among the various paths of the Dharma, arithmetic is the least likely to have obstacles to knowledge, and it is also the most prone to obstacles to knowledge. At the same time, as a purely speculative discipline, arithmetic is different from relying on empirical evidence to determine right and wrong, and if you think it through, you can figure it out, and if you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out. I am afraid that it will be difficult to eliminate the differences between the sects and sects.

Feng Luoyi sighed for a moment before asking, "Real person, you are not a good person, what kind of wind blew you here today?"

"A few questions, a treasure. ”

"Treasure?" Feng Luoyi asked first. He discussed the problem with an arithmetic of the level of Ji Lao, and he didn't know how long it would take, so it was better to care about those that could be solved immediately.

"There's a baby I want you to see in person anyway. Old Turing smiled shyly and took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve.

This mirror resembles the Ancient Treasure Xuanguang Treasure Mirror, but it is actually only a few hundred years old. Feng Luoyi was very familiar with this thing, and flicked it lightly: "Bronze Immortal?

For this treasure. Feng Luoyi is no stranger. This mirror is the original calculator of Shenzhou, the natal magic weapon of the old machine.

The so-called natal magic weapon is a special magic weapon that is integrated with the monk's own mana system. It is considered a part of the monk himself, and is not limited by rank.

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

"Exactly. Turing Zhenren smiled and handed the palm-sized bronze mirror in his hand to Feng Luoyi: "Take a look, old man." This thing is amazing right now. ”

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

But soon, Feng Luoyi showed a frightened look. Although this treasure mirror seems to have lost its spirituality, the black and white yin and yang qi have lost the true meaning and the arithmetic 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 strong.

This mirror is closer to the "roots"!

The great martial arts master of the martial arts who returns to the basics pays attention to winning without moves, and likes to use the simplest punch and kick to criticize the void at the most appropriate time. Their martial arts have returned to the category of "one punch" and "one kick".

"One punch" and "one kick" are the starting point of all martial arts. Only by practicing "fists" and "feet" can you get the foundation.

"In the beginning, we relied on the soul of the bionic soul to drive the development of calculators. Unexpectedly, you've reverted it back to pure yin and yang change. Feng Luoyi exclaimed: "You have come to this point, admire ......"

"Thanks to that student of yours, too. Ji Lao smiled and said: "Ever since I got your student's theory, I have been thinking about whether there is a way out of it other than incompleteness and uncertainty. In the process of thinking, I updated the basic definition of the calculator and added limitations. ”

"Thinking about incompleteness and undecidability?" Feng Luoyi only shook his head and smiled bitterly when he mentioned this: "I've really been made by this recently...... What have you come up with?"

"I seem to have made a different and undecidable proof from Wang's. "The Turing man took out a few pieces of paper and was about to start explaining. Feng Luoyi held him down and shouted at a certain empty space: "Wang Qi!

Feng Luoyi is the manager of the Ten Thousand Immortals Fantasy Realm. 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.) )