The Path Toward Heaven

Vol 9 Chapter 29: He brought her here

Just as they were thinking about these insidious things, the former immortals such as Tong Yan, Queniang, and Zeng Ju have begun to calculate again.

The cliff below is engraved with countless numbers and extremely complex equations by flying swords.

Everyone stood in the air, constantly thinking and analyzing against the cliff, and from time to time they called out the terminal to perform calculations.

There are many ways to solve the problem, at least in the beginning and the middle, no one knows that they are right before the correct answer comes out. Then the discussion can easily turn into an argument. Everyone's speech speed is getting faster and higher, and their voices are getting higher and higher. They are not limited to each other's camp, it is more like a melee.

The robot was sitting on the edge of the cliff, swinging his legs like a willow in the book, and using swear words to join the debate.

She couldn't bear it, and said, "Can you be quiet?"

Shen Yunbu's voice came from the robot: "Why? Don't you think I'm so innocent and cute?"

The Queen Mother said: "You have kicked off the cliffs and the numbers on them are confused, what should I do?"

Shen Yunmu laughed and said, "It's just those old guys and you country folks who still write numbers on the wall."

Queniang and Tong Yan looked at each other and decided not to ignore him.

The fierce controversy in the sky beyond the cliff disappeared, and everyone began to communicate with God's consciousness, indeed much faster than language communication.

Shen Yunjian shouted: "I reminded you, how can you not take me to play?"

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The solar system sword array may be changing.

Mars may become dead.

The way to think about breaking through is of course not playing, but very stressful work.

As the deduction and calculation move forward and get closer to the answer, the atmosphere becomes more and more tense.

A former immortal kept scratching his head, his hair had been scattered, his hair was disheveled, and his face was unkempt.

He stared at the numbers on the cliff, his eyes a little lost, and he mumbled to himself, like a doctoral student who could not graduate for many years in a university.

"I said Uncle Ni, can you speak to yourself with a lower voice? A bit noisy." Shen Yunbu said to him.

This immortal named Ni was the prefect of Yuehua City before cultivating the Taoism. Because of the common stories in officialdom, he was imprisoned, and his tortured spirit was a little abnormal. No one thought that on the day he was about to be beheaded, he had realized that he had escaped from prison with a laugh in the autumn rain, and worshipped a certain hermit sect.

After more than a hundred years, his realm was achieved, and he heard that the emperor of the year was determined to Zen in Zi, and he himself would be a happy Taishang. He did not hesitate to break through the barrier, ignoring the warnings of the cultivating sect behind the court, rushing straight to the imperial city, and cutting off the emperor's head directly in front of the 30,000 Yulin army.

Thousands of years later, he finally ascended into a fairy and came to this world. Through the later Ascenders, he knew that his hermit sect had long since disappeared in the long river of history, but those memories in the prison seemed to be still tormenting him, and he would fall into this slight abnormal state from time to time.

He looked at Shen Yunbu with a sneer and said, "I admit that your talent and wisdom are above me, but you little kid now has one head left!"

Shen Yunjian sneered and said, "You don't rely on your head to break a question, do you rely on your ass?"

The immortal surnamed Ni was furious when he heard the words, and said: "You proposed to use iterative threading method, what kind of organ did you think about? Do you have an organ! You don't even have an ass!"

How could Shen Yunmai endure others questioning his own wisdom and body, and said with a cold voice: "Only a fool will try to switch from algebraic geometry to number theory."

The immortal surnamed Ni thought about his academic career after he came into this world, his face suddenly pale, and he could not speak for a while.

The other fairy couldn’t help saying, “Yunbuying, you said that the iterative threading method was only made five days ago...Well, not to mention whether there will be problems under the rush, just talk about your method. It's impossible to check the calculations. We simply don't have enough computing cores to run programs."

Shen Yunbu designed a new mathematical tool five days ago, hoping to map and confirm the formation of the solar system sword array through verification. But as the fairy said, this requires a lot of calculations, unless the charter network can be connected to Mars at this moment, and the central computer can calculate the result.

But everyone is in the solar system sword formation, where can they contact the outside world.

Shen Yunbu said with a sneer: "If I change to the past, I can figure it out by myself."

Tong Yan said calmly, "But you can't do it now."

Shen Yun buried that perfect body in the nuclear power furnace explosion, and also destroyed the extremely important dedicated mathematical processing core...

The robot silently raised its robotic arm and raised its middle finger.

"I think we should use pure Yang transformation."

Que Niang's somewhat uncertain voice rang in the sky beyond the cliff.

The immortals in the sky and Shen Yunbu, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff, were quiet for a moment, and they laughed.

Even Jian Xian Ensheng and others on the cliff looked over there.

"Where did you see the pure sun change?" Shen Yunjian asked.

Bird Mother said: "Did you teach us a lesson on the battleship?"

Shen Yunjian said: "I definitely haven't mentioned the Pure Yang Transformation, and definitely not in the data instilled."

Sparrow said: "I saw it when I was studying in the warship database."

Zeng Ju smiled and said: "It is not easy for you to know, but this is really not feasible."

Many years ago, on the blackboard of the large classroom of the Department of Mathematics at Star Gate University, someone suddenly wrote a paper.

The paper talked about function correlation, and the title has been drafted, so it is called: Pure Yang Transformation.

The idea of this paper is very new, and the method is very clever. If it is established, it can solve several unsolved problems in mathematics, which has caused a great shock in the mathematics community. But with the deepening of the research, many mathematicians found that this paper has a great problem, and it cannot be solved at all under the existing conditions.

Several major mathematics journals made a retraction announcement after some discussions, and this paper returned to the library, and no one asked about it.

It was not until a long time later that few people knew that this paper was actually written by General Li.

After he left Chaotian Continent, he was arranged by his ancestor to study at Xingmen University. After six months of studying, he wrote such a thesis.

The immortals of the previous generations naturally knew this matter as a joke, but apart from Shen Yunbu, no one dared to mention it in front of General Li.

Queniang actually said that she wanted to use this famous essay point of view as a method to break the problem, which naturally attracted a lot of ridicule.

"But I think... it seems to be usable." Spiniang was even less confident and said softly.

Tong Yan looked at her with encouraging eyes and said, "Any way to prove it?"

Queniang shook her head helplessly, and said, "It's just intuition...just like seeing the battleship with Xiangu...intuition."

"I said that the word intuition is often just used to cover up absurdity and embarrassment."

The old voice of Shenda Xianshi floated from the cliff.

Like the two black-robed demon immortals and others, he did not believe that the Patriarch would change and kill people at all, but he was inevitably curious about the discussion beyond the cliff.

"Intuition is a means of remedy that human beings produce to make up for their own computing power defects. Your computing power is very bad, so intuition is the only tool you should grasp. What the Queen said is not wrong. To solve this problem, You should use pure yang transformation."

A voice floated down from the sky, and it seemed very depressed.

The person who spoke seemed to have not slept for many days, and it seemed that he had slept in a hospital bed for too many days.

Master Shenda sneered and said: "It's really absurd! Who is talking about it?"

A wheelchair fell from the sky.

Jing Jiu was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over him, the blanket slightly arched.

Zhao Layue pushed her wheelchair, her short hair was slightly messy.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and reacted after a while.

The light of several magic weapons soared into the sky, and then was pressed back by the sword intent above the atmosphere, illuminating the cliffs extremely brightly.

The immortals of the previous generation were wary of abnormalities, as if they were facing an enemy.

Jian Xian Ensheng stared at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair, a sword light flashing deep in his eyes, full of fighting spirit.

His injuries were not healed, but suddenly he encountered the recognized swordsman who was the strongest, and he still gave birth to a strong desire to make swords.

Master Shenda slowly stood up from between the cliffs and rocks, holding the broken drum in his hand, and said blankly: "It turns out that it is Real Person Jingyang here."

The two black demon fairies separated like ghosts and landed on both sides of the wheelchair.

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Jing Jiu didn't look at these immortals, because turning his head was very tired.

He looked at the bird girl outside the cliff and continued: "When you played chess back then, you can see that your instinct is stronger than Tong Yan, don't doubt this easily."

After many years, she finally saw the teacher's fairy face again, and she was very excited. She knelt in the air and gave a big gift.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

Liu Shisui and others were surprised and flew to the wheelchair to bow and salute.

The titles of son, teacher, uncle, and real person kept flying around the edge of the cliff, until they were broken by a tired voice.

"Oh, old nine, you really are still alive! This is great."

Jing Jiu almost thought that Zhuo Rusui was also here, and only then did he hear Shen Yun's buried voice, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "You are still alive too, it is indeed very good."

Seeing this scene, Liu Shisui and the others were very surprised, thinking that Shen Yunbui didn't say panic, and the relationship between the two was really good.

The next moment they felt that something was wrong, the meta-curved surface was frosty, as if it had changed back to the green mountain sword rule, and said in a deep voice, "Bold! How dare you be rude to real people!"

"Looking at it? Roaring?" The robot stood up, looked at Yuanqu condescendingly, mockingly said: "Really counted by generation, who of you is taller than me? I discuss friendship with his peers, that is our friendship! Me! Do you want you to kneel? Who is rude?"

This is true. He is the bloodline and heir of Patriarch Qingshan, and he is the real second generation ancestor by generation...

Liu Shisui and the others looked at each other and stopped mentioning this topic very tacitly.

"This is the beginning of renewing the old? Are you too dismissive of us old guys?"

Master Shenda raised the small broken drum tied to his wrist, watching Jing Jiu expressionlessly and said: "The ship is rotten and there are dozens of tons of alloy, and the drum can make a few noises. Can't you listen?"

The two black-clothed demon immortals stretched out their right hands to the wheelchair. They were both pale, but with completely different auras, and they were faintly connected.

Ziqi Donglaijun and Mr. Dong also struggled to support their bodies and stood up, taking out the strongest magic weapon that was too late to use in the canyon battle.

Jian Xian Ensheng's hand fell on the hilt.

During the battle with Peng Lang, he inserted the sword into the cliff without any damage.

Six former immortals surrounded the wheelchair and those people.

Will the brief peace of Mars be broken again?

"Don't listen or listen, Wang Ba reciting the scriptures." Shen Yun's whispered voice rang again, which was an answer to the words of the first master of God.

The first master Shenda was angry, holding the snare drum and preparing to strike.

suddenly.

A round little hand stretched out from under his arm and took the snare drum.

Just like a child who sees toys at a night market, some are unreasonable and some are cute.

God hit the first teacher as if being frozen.

He was in a trance at this moment.

That drum was a magic weapon that he had carried with him for thousands of years. Peng Lang cut it through with a sword, but he couldn't take it away. He still had extremely strong magical powers.

Why was it taken away as soon as someone reached out?

When did the drum rope break?

How did it break?

Jian Xian Ensheng's expression became extremely solemn at this moment.

It was more solemn than when facing Peng Lang and seeing Jing Jiu in the wheelchair. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

With the fearless temperament that is unique to Wu'enmen, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and wanted to draw the sword.

But it failed!

Because of the ice between the sword and scabbard.

A small figure passed by him.

Everyone looked over.

That is a little girl with hair like snow.

The little girl's face is round and white.