Chapter 491: Your kid’s luck is so good (three shifts)

"You can see the outside, why do you still ask me?" Liu Lang said in a bad mood. Anyone who is spied on privacy all the time will be upset. The key is that he cannot do without Ao Xun. After all, no matter how important privacy is, it is not as good as the guidance of a heavenly superpower. He will use Ao in the process of training. There are many places to patrol.
"Do you think I will watch what you do every day? The vision and consciousness penetrate the dragon ball, it will consume soul power, quickly say, where did you come from this blood pill?" Ao Xun urged.
"Isn't it the blood pill? What's all the fuss." Liu Lang talked to Ao Xun about the demon saint Gu Jiayi's coming down, and then joked: "Gu Jiayi is the peak of Jinxian at seventy-nine thousand years old. Now, your original record of being promoted to Tianzun at the age of one hundred thousand may soon be broken!"
"Ignorance..." Ao Xun was speechless for a while, "It was a qualitative change when the golden immortal arrived at Tianzun. Back then, Yao Shang, Ji Changsheng and I reached the peak of the golden immortal at less than fifty thousand years old, and spent more than fifty thousand years. At Tianzun, a golden fairy peak that is almost 80,000 years old, what can be said."
"Uh..." Liu Lang was immediately embarrassed.
"But you just took care of a few of the younger generations of the monster race, and she gave you blood pills. This is really a bit unreasonable. The blood pills can be condensed only by the monsters with the cultivation level above the big immortal. It takes a thousand years. Nine blood pills are nine thousand years. The blood pills of the monster race are usually given to their own descendants, but not many have fallen into the hands of humans." Ao Xun said for a moment.
Although Liu Lang knew that blood pills were precious, he didn't expect it to be so precious to him. Gu Jiayi gave him the fruits of nine thousand years of a monster clan's great immortal. It seemed that he sold Pengcheng and the others, and he just arrived. Get these nine blood pills.
"Does he think I am handsome and have ideas about me?" Liu Lang thought with a good sense of himself, but soon he denied this idea. The demon race and the human race cannot be combined, let alone Gujiayi is a demon sage. Female, under one demon, above ten thousand demon, definitely wouldn't make such a mistake.
"I know why she gave you the blood pill?" Just when Liu Lang was puzzled, Ao Xun's voice came again.
"Why?" Liu Lang doubted.
"Because her mind was squeezed by the door." Ao Xun laughed loudly.
"..." Liu Lang was speechless for a while, "Your joke is not funny at all."
"It's just to enliven the atmosphere." Ao Xun replied, and then he changed the subject: "You just said that the demon saint came here to open the Xingyue Secret Realm?"
"It's just a guess, but it is said that the Star-Moon Secret Realm will indeed be opened." Liu Lang replied.
"What year is this year?" Ao Xun asked.
"2016 AD." Liu Lang replied.
"What the is AD?" Ao Xun asked suspiciously.
"It's nine thousand nine hundred and eighty-nine years of Tianyuan." Liu Lang immediately corrected his way. It is the chronological legislation of the West in the mortal age, and it is very normal for Ao Xun not to understand.
"What the is Tianyuan?" Ao Xun asked again.
"Uh..." Liu Lang slapped his head. Ao Xun has been hanging for hundreds of thousands of years, and the Tianyuan calendar has only been counted to less than 10,000 years. It must have appeared after Ao Xun has been hanging up.
"How did you date your years? Besides, what year did you ask?" Liu Lang puzzled.
"At the beginning, we used the Great Desolation Calendar, so you quickly find someone to ask, this is very important, it is related to your future." Ao Xun said to Liu Lang.
"It's about my future? What future?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.
"Let's ask how many years has passed since the Great Desert, and I'll tell you later." Ao Xun said.
"Okay!" Liu Lang nodded, his consciousness sank into the mortal prison and found Zhang Daoling who was broadcasting live. Liu Lang always felt that the astronomy and geography of fortune-telling were all perfect. Zhang Daoling must be right about this calendar.
Zhang Daoling saw Liu Lang walk into the cell and said to the sound transmission stone: "Wait a minute, the leader inspects the work and has instructions. Later on, I will help everyone avoid bad luck and calculate the future."
"What kind of leader am I?" Liu Lang said amusedly.
"Mr. Liu, for a vagrant like me, whoever allows me to make money is the leader." Zhang Daoling said with a smile. The number of active players in his live broadcast room has always been among the top three, and Qiantu is bright. As long as the charging mode of the Heavenly Court chat room is turned on, there must be a lot of Amethyst coins flying into his pocket. He can't wait.
"Leadership!" Liu Lang smiled and went straight to the subject: "Zhang Daoye, let me ask you, if you calculate according to the Great Desert Calendar, what year is it now?"
"The Great Wasteland Calendar? Isn't that the calendar hundreds of thousands of years ago? It was abolished long ago! Now it is the Tianyuan Calendar." Zhang Daoling frowned and said.
"I know this. I just want to know what year it is now based on the Great Desert Calendar," Liu Lang said.
"This may take a while. From the Great Huangli to the Tianyuan calendar, there are more than 20 calendars in the middle. This thing is just like the mortal dynasty changing year. The whole thing has changed." Zhang Daoling explained.
"Then do the math for me quickly!" Liu Lang said anxiously.
"Okay, I'll do it right away!" Zhang Daoling took out a pen and paper. "The Great Hazard Calendar is the longest maintained calendar. It has a total of 335,581 years, followed by the Hongyun calendar, which only lasts for one calendar year. Three thousand seven hundred and fifty-six years, and beyond..."
Zhang Daoling was talking while writing on the paper. Soon, the paper was covered with crooked numbers, how ugly and ugly. This also confirmed from the side that Zhang Daoling was semi-illiterate at the time.
"Well, the following is to add up these numbers!"
It took nearly fifteen minutes for Zhang Daoling to write down the years maintained by the various stages of the calendar, and then he took the pen to write the calculations.
"Three plus five equals seven, no, it equals eight!" After a minute, Zhang Daoling used his fingers.
When Liu Lang heard it, he almost fell to the ground. Zhang Daoling was not only bad in Chinese, but also bad in mathematics. He couldn't understand the addition and subtraction of individual numbers. Even if he calculated the numbers, there was no credibility.
"Zhang Daoye, stop it!" Liu Lang picked up the piece of paper directly, "Is there any problem with these calendar years?"
Zhang Daoling smiled awkwardly, "The year is okay. I have the best memory. I just don't know how to count. Give me half an hour and I will figure it out."
"Farewell, I'll do it myself!"
Liu Lang scanned the string of numbers on the paper. Although the writing was ugly, it was still recognizable. One minute later, he directly threw the paper back to Zhang Daoling, "Zhang Daoling, you continue to broadcast!"
"Finished?" Zhang Daoling's chin fell to the ground.
"It's over." Liu Lang nodded, and walked out of Zhang Daoling's cell. Zhang Daoling wanted to find a crack in the cell to get in. After half an hour, Zhang Daoling returned to the live broadcast room to seek comfort.
After leaving the mortal prison, Liu Lang said to Ao in the Dragon Ball: "Senior Ao, according to the Great Famine calendar, this year is exactly 660,000 years of the Great Famine."
"Sixty-six million years? Boy, your luck is really good!" Hearing the numbers reported by Liu Lang, Ao Xun laughed.