Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

"Of course, this is only one possibility. There may not be one point where there is no substance. There may be two, three, or even more."

"I don't know how your math is. In mathematics, there is a concept called algebra. It uses a symbol to replace a complex whole to reduce the difficulty of calculation. There is no problem with this method."

Cang eloquently said.

Although he has lived in the holy tower for a long time, he has never stopped receiving information from the outside. He has read all kinds of humanities and the most cutting-edge wisdom achievements.

When boxing has reached his level, it is no longer pure boxing, but has risen to a realm where heaven and man change.

"This is also the difficulty of the matter. I have studied for a long time, and I have identified thirty-three of the points that do not have any substance, but this is not enough. There should be better solutions above."

"Theoretically speaking, since the fine pores are a whole, because there is a point that can take into account the overall situation, as long as the change law of that point is summed up, the positions of all the fine pores can be locked with one point."

Zhao Cheng said, and then he even told the secret of how he determined the thirty-three points on the spot.

Rather than saying that this is a martial art, it is better to say that this is a solution to a math problem.

There is a saying that thousands of roads lead to the same goal. It is a misunderstanding if the cognition of martial arts is really regarded as lifting stones and practicing strength.

In a sense, martial arts is similar to the development history of human civilization. The lowest level is grinding stones, but after that, it is rubbing nuclear bombs, space-based weapons, and even the super-fantasy technology of two-way foil.

But if we look into the essence of these things, they can all be traced back to the earliest, grinding stones to make tools.

A ground stone is a tool, as is a two-way foil.

The same is true for the development of martial arts, or the development of the extraordinary path. The method that can truly evolve to the apex of life must take into account all aspects.

Time, in the discussion between the two, slowly passed.

And those people waiting below, from the shock at the beginning, gradually turned into wide-eyed and small-eyed, why after one blow, there was no movement, and the plot seemed not right.

According to their understanding, the next plot should be that Zhao Cheng's body was thrown down.

But Zhao Cheng and Cang, regardless of other people's thoughts, they discussed the way forward and exchanged wisdom. The more they discussed, the more they felt like they had met each other.

Here, Zhao Cheng's strength lies in his profound and extensive background, and the wisdom of a hundred kings in one body. In terms of the substantive understanding of Jingkong, Cang is not as good as him. In addition, he has opened the wisdom lock. In terms of Huiguang inspiration, Cang Not as good as him.

But Cang's advantage lies in the fact that he stands tall, and he is already standing in a realm higher than the king of the century. Looking down from a height, the perspective of seeing things is naturally completely different.

In addition, after nearly sixty years of accumulation and continuous learning, wisdom is as deep as the ocean. Once the two communicate, it can be said that they have achieved a certain degree of complementarity.

And this discussion lasted for four days and four nights. The people below were staring and thinking about leaving, but they were afraid of missing something, so they waited in the end.

As for Zhao Cheng and Cang, they talked about the sixty-seven algorithms of the fine hole, how to destroy the fine hole, so as to make the ultimate use of the fine hole, and then even talked about the possibility of quantum theory in the fine hole Not only that, but the ancient philosophies of yin and yang, the theory of the five elements, the heavenly stems and the earthly branches, the twenty-four solar terms, and all kinds of philosophies seem to be able to be passed on to Confucianism, and they seem to be able to justify themselves to a certain extent.

Both of them are truly knowledgeable people. One came from a spark, and the other relied on the accumulation of time. Both of them made their own wisdom reach an extraordinary realm. Therefore, this communication was naturally out of control.

Especially the Thirteen Heavenly General who was not far away, at the beginning, I could understand a little bit what the two of them were saying, but after that, I couldn't understand it more and more.

Let them beat people and kill people, or even quell turmoil, each of them is better than the other, but this aspect belongs to their blind spot of knowledge.

As far as the level of boxing and the level of education are concerned, there is no necessary relationship. A knowledgeable person may not be a master, and an illiterate can also have peerless martial arts.

And their exchange also showed a truth, that is, how important it is for practice to have a comparable person.

The reason why a person's wisdom is limited is because of the limited change.

And the communication between two people with very bright wisdom is like the change of yin and yang fish in Tai Chi, the whole thing is moving, and once it moves, the possibilities are naturally infinite.

After four days and four nights, Zhao Cheng's one hundred hours were about to end, and the time of his arrival was at noon, and at this time, it was already evening.

When the twilight of the setting sun shone on the holy pagoda and on Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng's voice suddenly stopped.

He sat cross-legged, stood upright, and came to the edge of the holy tower, overlooking the world.

Under the twilight of the setting sun, the whole world seems to be stained with a sad tone. The city in the distance and the clouds in the twilight have a sense of dream bubbles.

"Are you leaving?"

Cang said.

Four days and four nights of communication, with his realm and his wisdom, he naturally got a glimpse of something, but he never mentioned it.

To him, Zhao Cheng's origin and identity are not important, he can feel that Zhao Cheng's heart is sincere, sincere heart of seeking Tao.

And this is enough.

Four days of long talk, in his heart, Zhao Cheng has become a friend, or friends.

As a friend, how can it be necessary to pursue a friend's past?

As for Zhao Cheng, he didn't talk about his origin because it was unnecessary. After a hundred hours, everything would dissipate like a dream. What difference does it make if he says it or not?

For Cang, he also recognized that this is an extremely attractive person in the true sense, and a real strong man.

Not because of strength, but because of its heart.

"The time has come, but I will come back, and we will continue this unfinished discussion at that time."

"Maybe one day, we can really meet each other!"

Zhao Cheng said, but inexplicably thought of the new opening remarks that appeared in the simulation summary after the super-dimensional contract was set:

The nuclear wars of the twentieth century destroyed civilization, and the savior appointed by the emperor of heaven did not bring peace until the real savior appeared.

As a slave, he secretly learned Nantian Shengquan, and combined various boxing techniques to create the most powerful Cangtian Baquan.

With the peerless force of the king who surpassed the century, he ended the troubled times and unified the world, divided into seventeen districts, and civilization has prospered since then.

He even broke the human lifespan, not dying at two hundred years old.

Until the doomsday comes, the sun goes out, and all life, the speed of life force loss is greatly increased. At first, it was ordinary people, and then it was martial arts experts.

In the end, even the invincible Cang came to the end.

The end of the world, the last human being in the world, sitting alone on the throne, looking down at the dead world, looking down at his dead empire, roaring unwillingly.

He punched the sky, the sky collapsed, and he made a fist seal, immortal for thousands of years!

...

In Zhao Cheng's thoughts, in the glow of the setting sun, the world in front of him dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

I couldn’t write anymore yesterday, so I will make up today and finish writing a plot.