Vol 3 Chapter 1909: History and harshness

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"'Number', 'quantity' derived from the number, then 'graph', 'shape', and 'calculation' also derived from the number, and 'collection' and 'logic' generated in the next era "Yunzhong Jun Ke Lanyin closed his own book:" Well, it's not very well written-um, yes, this is not by year, but by ... what is the name of this category? Written? Ji Biography? "
"If you are talking about historiography, it should be" the chronicle and the end of the body ", and pay attention to the" preliminary and the end of the things ".
"Yes, yes." Ke Lanyin said happily: "Well, you see, I don't usually read history, so I don't know much about it. You are much stronger than me in this respect."
There was a strong sense of disobedience revealed in the monk. He still looks like a middle-aged man, with a magnificent appearance, full of energy, and no folds on his face. However, his behavior inexplicably revealed a tantrum. This kind of tantrum is usually exclusive to the old man who is about to die, or the middle-aged man who has been muddled in his life and can't see hope.
He should not be in this state. In the eyes of the world, Jun Kelanyin in the cloud should be like his name, in the shade of orchids, like a fairy. [The "Fairy" here refers specifically to those who do not eat human fireworks in the human race culture-it turns out that this is just the wrong stereotype of the human race. The vast majority of immortals not only don't make dust out of the air, they are also terribly heavy】
This former generation of carefree monks who once crushed and finally used their full reputation to be a mighty predecessor was walking on a narrow channel with his deputy.
In his hand, he was holding a copy of "The History of the Book of History", and looked at it admiringly.
At the end of Yongdao is a space bounded by a phalanx. It is located at the top of the starship "All One". Looking back and forth, there are silver outer armor. On top of this heavy armor, there are countless magic circle inscriptions, gold and silver glory faintly flowing.
Here you can see the blue planet not far away.
Because there is no planet occlusion and no atmospheric filtering, the sunlight here is indeed too bright. Ke Lanyin also felt a little uncomfortable and finally closed the book.
He was just walking.
After staring at the planet for a few seconds, Yun Zhongjun asked his assistant: "Zi Gang, do you think ... I treated Wang Qi too much?"
Young Ai Ziqi bowed his head and said, "Uncle Taishi's words are too heavy. You are a senior. Yu Wangqi's teacher is also related, and there is nothing excessive."
"It was like this thousands of years ago." Yun Zhongjun sighed: "But if you ask for truth, you will face your own weakness and mistakes-I'm probably a little too much."
"Uncle Tai ..." Ai Zigang tried to persuade, but didn't know how to speak.
"Actually, there was nothing wrong with that child." Ke Lanyin shook the book in his hand: "Look, he has also edited the history of this specialty. Well, I wanted to do this kind of thing when I was still good, but My idea is different from him. I first started, I wanted to compile a general mathematics classics. As soon as I started to do it, Sujun suddenly appeared. The surname Pang was half disabled. I ’m not interested anymore. I have n’t cultivated for a while, but I have n’t gotten well, so I have encountered the chaos of the Devil Emperor, the immortal strike, and no chance of healing. When the immortal alliance decides, I ’m almost nourished, only to find that the Snow Kingdom has Do what I want to do. "
Ai Zigang whispered: "If Uncle Tai wants to do it, it is too late to do it now. After all, the Xueguo faction has a lot of copies, and it is not the same way as ours."
"It's not a way ... it's not a way." Yun Zhongjun shook his head: "Isn't the person in charge of Song Tingzhai also a Lianzong? Just that boy, He Waier-you still have to cry Brother ’s. "
"This ... Yes. Uncle Tai learned a lesson."
Yun Zhongjun chuckled again: "Furthermore ... If He Waier was a complete sect, what should that guy Wang Qi do? Also have to expel the Lizong team? 'He is not a true Lizong'? "
"Ah?" Ai Ziqi blinked: "This ... Wang Qi made his fortune in logic research. Although he falsified the calculation of the yuan, it should not be what he wanted. In his paper, he can also see The shadows of logic and analysis are in the same line as Heshi Bo Nai ... "
"Hehe ... hehehe." Yun Zhongjun shook his head: "You never read the title page when you read a book."
He raised his hand and turned over the title page.
There are a few lines printed in the center of the page.
"It does n’t matter, it ’s like a trip to the sun and the moon, and it ’s as brilliant as a star, it ’s not easy to be shaken, and it is ruthless as frost. However, the farther you are from the heart, the more you will be kissed by human intellect. The farther away people are, the better they know. "
"This……"
"He Waier, the kid, likes to talk about metaphysics. In the Geting School, some people did not like it." Yun Zhongjun said indifferently: "He said this sentence once."
"This……"
"Wang Qi's child, and He Waier are also quite close to each other. Before Er Weizhuang fell to shock China, Ge Ting Zhai and ..." Yun Zhongjun seemed to be somewhat unfamiliar with this style of name, glancing at the spine of the book. He continued: "Keepa sent some relatively independent papers. But these papers are connected with each other, and it seems to be a sequence in a larger framework."
"This ..." Ai Zigang was silent.
The Geting faction was entrusted to He Waier, and Li Zong was overwhelmed by the overhaul. He Waier is indeed the proud student of the master. However, even a monk who was in charge of Lizong's signboard made many people unhappy.
At this time, Wang Qi's position of "bringing together" with He Waier seemed a bit subtle.
"Don't think too much." Yun Zhongjun shook his head: "He Waier looks even crooked, and he is finally a disciple of Dai Wei [counter-listed]. Wang Qi was originally a disciple of Feng Luoyi. He Waier's thoughts have been taken over, but it can be regarded as a mystery of the Geting School. "
Ai Zigang nodded, thinking in his mind-indeed, Wang Qi is now a typical Lizong monk.
"In short, the Xueguo faction has done a good enough job, and Wang Qi is on top of my idea, and it is a higher level." Yun Zhongjun Kelan Yin said: "He is indeed a bit extraordinary-look, He sorted it out like this, is it that the whole context has been pinched together? "
"Um, indeed."
"If every disciple of Falun Dafa can have such a vision, it might be a little more prosperous even if he studies ..."
Yun Zhongjun sighed so.
Since leaving Zonglianzong's division, the school of mathematics has become a "nation".
And he is one of the ten thousand monks who first tried to complete the "unification" of mathematics since modern times.
The calculation of the master's meta-calculation is only his ideal advanced level.
On the earth, many people attach great importance to the "structural analysis" aspect of the Bulbach school, but few people pay attention to the "historical analysis"-or "historical analysis of mathematics" side of the Bulbach school.
While establishing the mathematical structure system, the Bulbaki School also studied the history of mathematics. Most of the sub-volumes of "Principles of Mathematics" have detailed "historical notes"-and these historical notes, which are equivalent to "annotations", have been assembled into volumes and published specifically [and even reprinted many times].
The "Original Calculation" written by Wang Qi also inherited this feature.
What he moved out this time was Andrea Weil's "History of Mathematics".
For Wang Qi, failing to complete this part ... The basic set of his "Building School" seems to be missing something.
It's just ... among the disciples of Falun Dafa, those with good writing skills are really ... too few.
It ’s enough to make notes, but if they are asked to write a special history, it ’s hard for someone to read it.
Therefore, Wang Qi went to ask the Yu nationality.
Admittedly, there is no way for things like writing and writing to cross language. However, it is ultimately backward compatible.
A literary writer can write a hundred points in his mother tongue. After changing to a language that he is familiar with but not his mother tongue, his words can be scored seven to eighty.
But this is enough.
In this regard, the Yu nationality is absolutely crushed. If the Yu nationality's half-sacred Zhou Hongguang is "one hundred points", then the Yu nationality's literary sage has one hundred and twenty.
The immortal saint in the human race owes even sixty cents. In ordinary literary battles, there is a forty or fifty cents even if the ancestral graves are smoked.
Therefore, other members of the sect dictated, Yu Yizi wrote and polished, and finally Wang Qi reviewed and finalized the results. This effect is better than all literati in China.
Even if this is just a "six or seventy" article, it is better than human race writers.
"It's a good job." Yun Zhongjun once again admired: "Huh, huh. This book hasn't been written yet. Looking at the table of contents, there should be one and a half left. The next volume, 'Collection', then 'Logic' ... ... Hey, this paragraph can't be skipped. "
Ai Zigang felt the bare skin a little cold. He hurriedly said: "Uncle Master! Set your mind!"
"The two generations of priests before and after the court of the Song Dynasty have all achieved the prestige of others with their own lives. I don't even need to do that. Why did that child Dai Wei do this ..."
Ke Lanyin's expression was gloomy, and she almost burst into tears.
But soon, he regained his peace: "After all, I can't control my miscellaneous thoughts. When I got to this point, I should have been upset with the mood, and all thoughts were under control. I ... alas. Until now , I am also a waste person. "
Ai Zi Gang gritted his teeth: "Fortune Pang Jialai ..."
"I shouldn't blame it for counting the king, it's because I don't confess ..." Kelan Yin smiled bitterly again when he said here: "I am still the same to the king, but to Wang Qi ... it is really too much."
At this moment, Ke Lanyin's calculator vibrated.
Ke Lanyin frowned, touched his hand, and then shook his head: "It was actually designated ... It seems that the child of Wang Qi has been unable to compile history wholeheartedly-how come this time?"
And at this moment, Wang Qi is patting the table, making unreasonable demands on Zi Yiyi: "I don't care! You make it for me! Now you can make up some auspicious meanings for this stone, which is not in line with the human race. Culture doesn't matter, do you understand? "
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