Vol 3 Chapter 874: "Voice of the Avenue" 【上】

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The slightly old-fashioned fingers tapped the round body of an incense burner. The burning spice was shaken by the sound of metal mixed with mysterious mana, and it burned more evenly. In the pure fragrance, there was no trace of green smoke.
The smell of burning good spices is mixed with the atmosphere of the book, which makes people feel refreshed and as if smelling the sweet fragrance of "wisdom". The operator then withdrew his hand and set his eyes back on a mirage in the house. In Mirage, a man with a stone-like face sat opposite a tall woman. Men are asking seemingly meaningless questions, while women are answering. The babble is very loud in the background music, and I ca n’t understand exactly what the man is asking.
-Maybe this is the "fuzzy" technique?
Outside the play, the fortune teller Xi Baiche recalled what he said when he taught poetry when he had not yet entered the Tao.
This study is not alone. Several other powerful monks who are at or near Xiaoyao are also there. They either fell to the ground or leaned on the table, looking at the mirage with a relaxed attitude.
For the fortune-teller, the time now is really tight. However, he still does not mind sitting down with his students to rest and take a look at the latest tricks.
A piece of relaxation, civil and military. Only when you understand Zhang Chi's way can you maintain effective thinking for a long time.
but……
"I'm really not used to the tricks now." It can be seen that the fortune-teller doesn't really like this mirage called "Silverwing Assassin". Although the focus of his sight is on this mirage, but his heart is not here. His eyes seemed to pass through time, seeing that he had just entered the fairy road, and squeezed the memory of the book with his brothers.
"Weird." He muttered: "Is my mind shaken recently? Why do you always think of these?"
"Teacher." He Waier looked up and smiled at the fortune teller: "You don't seem to like it? It's embarrassing to pull you here."
"Don't you all occupy my place? If you really don't want to disturb me, don't hold your brothers and sisters in my study to watch mirages." The master shook his head and scolded.
In the phantom, the woman was recognized as her true body-she was an extremely simulated puppet, and even her memory had to be woven seamlessly. However, the man, the protagonist of the silver-winged assassin Dai Cona, recognized her as a "problem set" almost like a magic stick.
In the illusionary picture, the woman screamed. Her self-knowledge collapsed.
He Waier gave his teacher a deep look: "In fact, this mirage is also very interesting."
The master looked at the nearly crazy woman in the picture and frowned: "Well ... maybe it was something I didn't like when I was a kid? I don't like it very much."
"You didn't even have illusions when you were a child." He Waier smiled: "Again, what I said is 'interesting', it's not that the picture is good or not, and the thing is happy or sad. The mathematics mixed in this story I really like the problem. "
"Arithmetic problem?"
"You wait and see." He Waier smiled and sat back in his seat. The other two or three secretly overseeing Geting School overhauls also took their eyes away.
These people are all angry with Feng Luoyi. They all know that the second and tenth questions among the twenty-three questions have been solved. However, the way the person answered did not meet the expectations of the operator. For the counter, this may have disastrous consequences.
The little restlessness of everyone's mind outside the play did not affect the play of Mirage. Soon, the heroine Lei Rui exited. And the fictional Yangshen Pavilion as the heroine "Right Father" and "Maker" came out. He looked at the actor Dai Ke, his eyes were deep, and his smile was meaningful: "Silver Wing Assassin, do you know yourself? Have you penetrated your heart? Have you ever tried to ask yourself?"
"Ask yourself?" Xi Baiche found the key by feeling, and looked at his student He Waier. He Waier nodded at him, indicating that this was the "topic" he had said. The mathematician also has his own ideas about mathematics, and soon understood the key.
"'Ask yourself' ... Oh, it seems that this phantom story is not so new, it's just a routine. The prosecutor known as the Silverwing Assassin is probably also a puppet."
"The puppet examiner's set of questions claims to be able to distinguish all puppets. So, can he distinguish himself?"
After figuring out this trick, the fortuneteller smiled and shook his head: "Wael, this child, is just making a big fuss about love. The distinction between" this is not true "is true, and there are old things that existed in several ancient homes tens of thousands of years ago That's it. What 'interesting' question ... "
The owner's smile also fell into He Waier's eyes. The Xiaoyao monk pressed his anxiety to the bottom of his heart, tried not to show it, and then pondered in his heart: "Is the teacher still not aware of ..."
He did n’t know, but the Lord ’s heart actually crossed a line of doubt:
Ask yourself ... Ask yourself ... Why am I in a panic when I think of this topic?

In the illusion, the silver-wing assassin Dai Ke was encouraged by the magic obstacle in his heart and sat in front of the mirror, preparing to use the set of questions that "can identify all people and puppets" to torture his own soul.
A slender hand flicked through the teapot quickly. Yihong Qingcha was full in the cup, slightly higher than the cup. The curved surface formed by the tea soup is slightly agitated and seems to be still near the boiling point,
"The air pressure here is slightly lower than that of China. Mo Yao will cook tea according to the time of boiling water." Feng Luoyi closed his eyes and reminded.
"I know this common sense naturally." Turing lively used a pair of unusual men's hands to hold a tea cup and smiled: "This green heron is a unique leaf of Fusang, which is newly sautéed this year. You keep this I do n’t think I have a chance to try it. "
"I don't pay much attention to this." Feng Luoyi still held the tea soup with one hand and drank it, still comparing his eyes. This tea soup seems to be around the boiling point, but in fact it is just ordinary hot water, which is not hot.
Real Turing asked, "Brother Moon Han, what are you looking at now?"
"Shenzhou." Feng Luoyi said concisely.
After the second cup of tea was added to the duo's cup, Feng Luoyi opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment: "Master Ximen did not realize that ... He Daoyou had clearly pointed out the problem, but he still ... "
For the rest, Feng Luoyi didn't say it.
Among the methods of the present law, mathematics is the least prone to seeing obstacles and also the most prone to seeing obstacles. As a search process for pure speculation, as long as the detailed process is listed and the logic is reasonable, there is nothing that can't be bypassed. At the same time, as a subject of pure speculation, the study of mathematics is different from empirical determination of right and wrong. Unable to understand. Li Zonglianzong's differences may be difficult to resolve.
Feng Luoyi sighed for a moment before asking: "You are not a real person, who is the wind blowing you?"
"Several problems, a treasure."
"Treasure?" Feng Luoyi asked this first. He discussed the problem with a computer operator at the level of Ji Lao. I don't know how long it will take. It is better to care about what can be solved immediately.
"There is a baby, I want you to see it in person anyway." Old Turing smiled shyly and took a bronze mirror out of his sleeve.
This mirror resembles an ancient treasure Xuanguang treasure mirror, but in fact it is only a few hundred years old. Feng Luoyi was very familiar with this thing, and flicked it lightly: "Bronze Xian'e? Your magic weapon?"
For this treasure. Feng Luoyi is no stranger. This mirror is the original calculator of Shenzhou, the old magic weapon of the old man.
The so-called magic weapon is a special magic weapon combined with the monk's own mana system. It can be regarded as a part of the monk's own, not subject to grade restrictions.
Hundreds of years ago, it was Feng Luoyi and Ji Lao who worked together to create this original calculator.
"Exactly." Turing smiled and handed the slap-sized bronze mirror to Feng Luoyi's hand: "Look, old man. This thing is amazing now."
Feng Luoyi flicked the bronze mirror lightly, and a circle of black and white aura appeared around the mirror. Feng Luoyi frowned gently. The power of this treasure mirror is much weaker than his impression.
But soon, Feng Luoyi showed a horrified look. Although this treasure mirror seems to have lost its spirituality, the black and white yin and yang qi have lost the true meaning of the mysterious and mysterious, and the calculator has a spirituality similar to the human wisdom, but if you taste it carefully, you can find that the mirror is not weak. Is strong.
This mirror is closer to "root"!
The master of martial arts who returned to the original martial arts was particular about being able to win and has no moves. He likes to use the simplest punches and kicks to criticize the virtual at the most appropriate time. Their martial arts have returned to the category of "one punch" and "one foot".
"One punch" and "one foot" are the starting point of all martial arts. Only by practicing "fist" and "foot" can you be considered as a foundation.
"In the beginning, we relied on the soul of the bionic spirit to promote the development of the calculator. Unexpectedly, you have returned it to a pure change of yin and yang." Feng Luoyi exclaimed: "You have reached this step, admire ... "
"This is also thanks to your student." Ji Lao said with a smile: "Since I got your student's theory, I'm thinking, besides incomplete and undecidable, is there any way. In the process of thinking In, I updated the basic definition of the calculator and added restrictions. "
"Regarding incomplete and undecidable thinking?" Feng Luoyi only shook his head and smiled as soon as he mentioned this: "Recently caused by this ... what have you got?"
"I seem to have made another undecidable proof that is different from Wang Qi." Turing real man took out a few pieces of paper and was about to start explaining. Feng Luoyi held him and shouted at an empty space: "Wang Qi! Come!"
Feng Luoyi is the manager of Wanxian Fantasy. His words and deeds have a very high priority.
About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Qi's figure appeared in this secret place: "Teacher."
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