"Right? Of course."

Cheng Zhiyuan put down the desk in front of him, and there were a lot of "drafts" piled up on the side. Yan Ruyu sat opposite Cheng Zhiyuan and received the exact answer from the former at this time, and then she smiled with satisfaction.

"Lianshan... It's so interesting. By the way, what exactly is your question?"

Cheng Zhiyuan saw Yan Ruyu's obsessive appearance and didn't know what to say. He should say that the book monsters are indeed uniquely crazy about this complex and mysterious knowledge. However, Lianshan's mystery is indeed tall. Cheng Zhiyuan saw the complexity of later generations in it.

In that information age, the tools and programs used by people were actually composed of one and nothing.

Numbers are the most original codes between heaven and earth, and they contain the most rooted mystery in the universe.

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "It's not a profound topic... I won't tell you yet..."

"Okay, the deduction of Lianshan during this period is too much, and I have never reviewed the volume of "The Sword of the Four Firsts". I don't want to continue deduction today. I'm very tired. I want to go out for a walk."

Cheng Zhiyuan stood up, and Yan Ruyu came back to her senses and was very surprised: "You want to go out?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at her, and Yan Ruyu said strangely: "Since we arrived at Taixue, it has been more than two months. During this period, you have been obsessed with the sea of ​​files and books all day long. You have only a few times left. Even if you go out, you will still have

The purpose of testing the sword, but today, you actually said you want to go out for a walk?"

Yan Ruyu seemed to have caught some news, while Cheng Zhiyuan said: "If it is exhausted, it will be the same as your legend. I am still young, and the word "died young" should be far away from me."

He went out after he said that, and Yan Ruyu curled her lips and said, "There are thousands of millets in the book!"

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice came from afar: "Yes, not only food, but also beauty."

"Then the beauty gets fat."

He left the library without looking back, and regardless of Yan Ruyu's reaction, in short, Cheng Zhiyuan headed straight to the Mangmatian at the west end of the Taixue School.

When I arrived at the destination, a refreshing unique to the hills and wilderness suddenly came to my face... although it was a little cold.

Cheng Zhiyuan found a place to sit down, and then looked at the gap in the distance and became stunned.

Sometimes, emptying your mind is a good way to relieve stress. Cheng Zhiyuan doesn’t know if the question he has made can be solved, nor does he know if that question is a bit too simple for all people in the world?

Probably a little simpler?

Cheng Zhiyuan was secretly calculating.

Unfortunately, time does not allow me to deduce more. Until now, Cheng Zhiyuan believes that he has understood less than 10% of the mystery of "Lianshan", and the more he goes back, the harder he is. This is also the normal change of numbers.

Promotion, just like the mathematics class in junior high school only requires you to solve trigonometric functions, high school is a quadratic equation, and when you go to college, you will be indefinite integrals... If you can't learn everything thoroughly, you will be more and more later.

It is getting harder, until you listen to the heavenly books.

The concept of sword principles is the same when studying scriptures. If the foundation is not even solid, the following will not be promoted. Therefore, Xun Cao once told Master Jijiu that there are many people who have obtained the superficiality of the Zhouyi, but those who are proficient in it reach more than 90%.

Yes, there is no one in the poor family among millions of scholars.

Just like the Nobel Prize in Mathematics, it is not something that any elementary school student can get. Even if the primary school student makes up for more Olympic classes, he is still confused when facing the "Lagrangian median theorem", "multivariate functions" and so on.

.

Anyway, Cheng Zhiyuan doesn’t believe in such a great elementary school student.

"Ayan is not here today."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't see the Sang Picking Girl, which was a bit strange. Moreover, after a long time here, Cheng Zhiyuan also discovered the magic here. The mulberry and marijuana field in the west end of the Taixue School seemed to be unaffected by the breath of winter at all, and was still lush and lush.

"There are eight grains in the world, which are the leader of hundreds of grains. All people eat hundreds of grains to fill their stomachs and worship the eight grains as gods. I have seen two of them now, one is Yushanhe and the other is Qingqiuji."

"The hemp here seems to be magical. This cold-resistant nature seems to be not affected by the movement of the four seasons at all. Ramie is a temperate plant. If the temperature is less than six degrees, it will be affected by cold. However, the ramie here is not afraid of...

”

Although Cheng Zhiyuan knew that this world could not be viewed according to past history, he would still feel a burst of surprise whenever he saw such a despicable means, and at the same time he could not stop admiring.

Agriculture is the foundation of people. If you don’t have enough food and clothing, how can people in the world pursue thoughts and changes again?

Like Mencius, his greatest wish in his life was to let everyone in the world eat and wear warmth, and be able to play one or two music in his spare time. This is the paradise of his dreams.

Cheng Zhiyuan sat on the ridge of the field, touching the thick hemp leaves with his palm. This thing was gently shaken by Cheng Zhiyuan. The cold wind around him was blown up, but it could not cause any harm to them.

It is coming in the middle of winter.

He lay down, looked at the sky for a long time, and gradually fell asleep.

Boom!

Suddenly, a long thunder sound came from the clear sky.

But people in the world were unconscious. Cheng Zhiyuan heard it vaguely, but he was not very sober, so he didn't care.

So in a dream.

.........

Cheng Zhiyuan dreamed that he had returned to a deserted place.

He turned his head and there was a pool next to him.

Those eyes stared at me, not sure.

Can people speak in dreams? Yes, but those are the voice of the heart, not the real sounds and sounds of the human beings.

At this time, Cheng Zhiyuan grew a pair of dragon horns.

The clothes on his body were weird, wearing a green robe, but he had no sleeves. There were a cluster of feathers hanging down on his left and right shoulders, like the two wings of a bird.

The black hair also became pale, and the red eyebrows were drawn on his eyebrows and eyes. It made him feel embarrassed. He just looked at his arms again. The flesh and blood were still human-shaped, but his five fingers looked sharp, and he obviously had already turned into a dragon inside.

claw.

Cheng Zhiyuan blinked his eyes and looked around in confusion.

There was a numbness growing on the edge of the pool, lonely, and a faint dragon aura radiated on it.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt something on his butt, so he turned around and then saw a capable dragon tail.

Flash!

"Dingling..."

Cheng Zhiyuan heard the crisp sound of bells, and there were many, but there was a pattern, nice and charming. He found that the place where he was was a hill, with a little desolate hill, with few trees, and Cheng Zhiyuan doubtfully came from the mountain

Pointed his head out of the hill.

A girl looked pale. She was carried by ten equally frowning men, wearing clothes made of ramie, but her appearance was already very luxurious compared to others.

The white dog was led, and there were also people carrying white rice. Two trucks were transported to the mountain. The girl was wearing copper shackles on her hands and feet. When Cheng Zhiyuan poked his head out from the top of the mountain, he looked at it.

After a while, the people at the foot of the mountain also saw him.

Silent look at each other, shock and confusion followed.

What shocked these people, they all knelt down one after another.

The confused one was Cheng Zhiyuan. He heard what they were shouting.
Chapter completed!