Enter the Immortal Cultivation

In the dark corridor, a skinny boy leaned against the wall, and a few empty syringes were thrown casually on the ground. The boy was extremely depressed at this time, with his left hand covering his stomach, but his right hand was still holding a syringe to pierce his neck.

If this scene was placed in an urban theme, it would be an ethical masterpiece reflecting the anxiety and depression of modern urban people; if it was placed in a science fiction movie, it would be a classic punk-style still, the leader of dystopian science fiction. However, Shenzhou is a world with a fairy background, and Wang Qi was not taking drugs, but the resurrection just now consumed all the nutrients in his body. Spiritual energy is an index of energy, so a cultivator's intake of one joule of heat is equivalent to an ordinary person's intake of twenty joules. However, it is still a bit difficult to generate matter out of thin air - at least for a Qi training disciple like Wang Qi.

When Wang Qi injected the drug into his body, Zhen Chanzi relayed to Wang Qi what Feng Luoyi had said, "The fairy weapon automatically protected the master and brought Wang Qi to the interior of the ruins." Wang Qi nodded after hearing this: "So that's how it is... Is that the way it is said?"

"In my opinion, this is possible." Zhen Chanzi has used his thousands of years of experience and the tens of thousands of years of accumulation of Luofu Xuanqing Palace to weave a perfect statement. He is confident that even experts who study ancient methods cannot find any flaws. Perhaps influenced by Wang Qi, this poor old man actually wants Wang Qi to ask "why" so that he can be satisfied and give an inexplicable explanation**.

Unexpectedly, Wang Qi laughed: "I am indeed the protagonist of this book! "Luck" is really strong!"

"If you are really lucky, you won't run into someone else's Jindan period, okay..." Zhen Chanzi punched in the air. He had a lot of things to say but couldn't vent them. There was also a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "If I were to say it, you should find a place to retreat until you build your foundation. This is more reliable than any luck."

However, he really hopes that Wang Qi can stop. After all, it doesn't matter if you are courting death, but don't let me fall into the hands of my enemies.

Wang Qi asked back: "Old man. What do you think luck is?"

"Luck? Do you really believe in luck?" Zhen Chanzi sneered: "My fate is in my hands, not in the hands of God."

Wang Qi shook his head: "'Destiny' is a concept, a metaphor for the trend of change. Since it is a trend, then we can always calculate it, right?"

Zhen Chanzi was a little curious: "How did you calculate it?"

"The so-called 'luck' is just a steady-state distribution reflected by many random events experienced by an individual. As long as you count your past experiences, you can get 'luck'."

Zhen Chanzi muttered: "But your luck..."

"Since there is a saying of 'good luck', then 'luck' should also be a short-term state." Wang Qi continued to explain: "How should this short-term be defined? I first tried it with the standard of half a year."

"What is the object you observe?" Zhen Chanzi has followed Wang Qi for two or three years. He knows a little about the thinking of the current method.

Wang Qi smiled and said, "'When I look for the free monk, the probability of finding him immediately'."

"Ah?"

"Because this event has only two results, if there is no observation sample, then it is completely reasonable to assume that the probability of 'seeing' and 'not seeing' is 1/2. Considering that the work and rest time of a certain free monk and I are uncertain, it is reasonable to think so."

"Then, I have been looking for Teacher Feng two to three times on average in the past six months. On average, I have not been able to see him once a day..."

Zhen Chanzi couldn't help but refute: "Doesn't this mean that you have bad luck?"

"In this sense, maybe I am unlucky? But what if we combine the following data?" Wang Qi habitually tapped the ground with his fingers: "As long as I encounter a problem that I don't understand when doing calculations in Chen Feng's study in advance, then I will definitely be able to see Teacher Feng. At that time, Teacher Feng 's online rate is 100%. If I wear the Tao-seeking jade and encounter problems during cultivation, then my chance of seeing Teacher Feng at this time is 93.76%. On the contrary, if I encounter problems in cultivation without wearing the Tao-seeking jade, then when I go to ask Teacher Feng questions, his online rate is only 47%. If I have met Teacher Feng on a certain day, then the chance of seeing him again is very low, only less than 20%, but if I encounter problems in calculations in the study and then ask him, then I can see him as many times as I want in a day - that's how the 20% is derived. "

Wang Qi used the dream-building technique to project a picture in front of his eyes and then reflected it into Zhen Chanzi's consciousness: "See, old man, based on these data, I can make a distribution chart, and then through this and this process, I can get a mathematical expectation..."

Wang Qi performed a series of calculations and changes on the chart. Then he tapped his chest with his thumb: "Conclusion: I do have 'strong luck', or 'protagonist fate'. This special fate only works when I encounter force majeure. For example, those tentacles, I can get through with my own strength, so it will not trigger the protagonist's halo protection. But when I encounter the ancient golden elixir, my 'strong luck' will definitely be activated to help me escape danger."

Zhen Chanzi was confused and couldn't tell whether Wang Qi was crazy about learning mathematics or really knew it. Then. Wang Qi's next sentence made him calm down: "Old man, if you can calculate, calculate for me when my 'strong luck' will send reinforcements."

Luofu Xuanqing Palace has no calculation method, Wang Qi knows it.

Zhen Chanzi was impressed: "In half a month, there should be an exploration team coming to this area."

"My 'good luck' doesn't always go my way. Half a month... This ruins can't be that safe..." Wang Qi curled his lips: "Based on my understanding of 'luck', I am very likely to have entered the middle of this ruins, an area without prohibitions and guards. Or this is the inside of the prohibition. I'm already trapped but won't be hurt."

"Boy, now everyone knows it, you don't have to pretend to be confused, right?"

Wang Qi said strangely: "Yeah, what nonsense are you talking about? Is it easy for me to be a protagonist? I finally got a strong luck plug-in that can't be killed no matter what I do. Can I not show it off?"

Pretending to be confused is the right way, okay? I helped the Ge Ting faction so much, but they gave me some hidden benefits, the reason is "for my growth." If this matter is exposed, they will change the protection method to a more secretive one. Who can I talk to?

In the next half hour, Wang Qi injected eight more needles into his neck. Each needle contained the highest concentration of nutrients. When the drug entered the body, it was absorbed crazily by the cells. With the intervention of magic power, the bioenergy activity was raised to the highest level, and the cells divided at a high speed. This process made Wang Qi feel like countless ants were drilling in his muscles. As the strange itch occurred, the lost strength gradually returned.

When Wang Qi's abdominal cavity emitted a roar like a wild bull, Wang Qi knew that his internal organs had been completely revived, and he didn't have to worry about damaging his fragile digestive system when swallowing a lot of food.

While chewing dry food, Wang Qi stood up and said, "Now it's time for me to fight back." (To be continued ~^~)