Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he looked at the kneeling Si Wuya and said, "If you can answer me, I'll acknowledge you as my master."
"…"
Si Wuya's heart shuddered. He felt a chill run down his spine.
'Based on the way things are going, my master would have started throwing punches and kicks at me. I wouldn't have the time to answer your questions.' Si Wuya was puzzled by Lu Zhou's attitude.
The others who were watching the show were shocked by Lu Zhou's words as well.
Lu Zhou was confident in himself to say such words. At the same time, he was trying to pressure Si Wuya.
Si Wuya did not dare to speak. He did not even dare to look up.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and thought about it.
As a transmigrator, he could solve calculus, world-class mathematical problems, and various famous conjectures. However, he felt that it would be meaningless to do so. Apart from being superior in intelligence, it did not seem to serve as a good educational purpose.
A teacher's job was to teach and answer questions.
After muttering to himself for a moment, Lu Zhou said, "I've also heard that a country's people don't worry about scarcity, but they worry about inequality … If I only have eight weapons, how am I supposed to divide them among all of you?"
Si Wuya was stunned.
He did not know how to answer.
The others exchanged a look as well.
How were they supposed to divide the eight weapons among his nine disciples?
How were they supposed to divide them?
Would they still call them weapons if they disassembled them?
Was it still fair to divide them after killing one?
"Answer me."
Lu Zhou's voice deepened as he looked down at Si Wuya.
Although the question seemed to be meant to make things difficult for Si Wuya, the others did not think that was the case.
There seemed to be a deeper meaning behind it.
Would he dare to answer?
Would he rebel and become his master?
"Everything in the world has an origin … What's the origin of this world?" Lu Zhou asked.
Si Wuya shuddered.
Lu Zhou's voice deepened again.
Lu Zhou's voice deepened again. "Answer me."
"…"
'Is this a question?'
The old men of the Old Age Pavilion shook their heads.
Si Wuya was not the only one who could not answer the question.
Many years ago, in the cultivation world, there were indeed people who raised such a question. However, their explanations were all ambiguous and universal principles. Since the beginning of the Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist cultivation theories, there had been heated debates over such questions. If there was an answer, there would not be such a huge difference.
"Can't answer?" Lu Zhou looked down at Si Wuya.
Si Wuya shook his head.
How could he dare to call himself a great scholar? He had enough pride, but not enough courage.
"Empty thing, others will bully you for this old man …"
Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he pondered.
He suddenly thought of the matter of severing his Golden Lotus. Was the truth that everyone believed to be true? Galileo experimented with two iron balls falling to the ground at the same time in order to challenge the authority of truth. Did the Golden Lotus have to exist for the same reason? What came first, the chicken or the egg?
With this thought in mind, Lu Zhou said, "Cultivators form Golden Lotuses to enter the Nascent Divinity realm and sprout leaves to raise their cultivation bases. Let me ask you, which came first, the Golden Lotus or the Leaf? "
Si Wuya was slightly stunned.
Is this a difficult question?
It sounded quite simple.
When a cultivator condensed a Hundred Tribulations Insight, it was only natural that a golden lotus could sprout leaves.
However, he only answered in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud.
The others also felt that it was strange.
"How can you sprout leaves without a Golden Lotus? Of course, the Golden Lotus comes first, "Hua Wudao said.
"If one succeeds in severing the Golden Lotus … one would be able to form leaves before forming a Golden Lotus," Pan Litian said.
"The problem is, up until now, no one has succeeded."
The others began to discuss this question as well.
Could he have made a mistake from the very beginning when he returned to the cultivation method of severing the Golden Lotus?
Over the past few days, the Evil Sky Pavilion had also obtained some information from the outside world. Up until now, those who had severed their Golden Lotuses were all dead.
There was no need for Si Wuya to answer this question since the answer was obvious.
Lu Zhou had expected this. If his second disciple, Yu Shangrong, did not succeed in severing his Golden Lotus, he would not have asked this question.
He looked at Si Wuya calmly.
All he had to do was ask the question.
When Yu Shangrong returned after some time, his answer would be even more convincing.
"Think carefully before you answer my question."
Lu Zhou was about to turn around and return to the eastern pavilion.
Zhao Yue walked over with a letter in her hand.
"Master, it's a letter from Jiang Aijian."
"Read it."
Zhao Yue opened the letter and read aloud, "Old senior, the method of severing the Golden Lotus has reached the palace. Someone in the palace is gathering 100 Golden Lotus cultivators. In the morning, ten cultivators severed their Golden Lotuses, and only one survived. Old senior … I feel like I'm about to witness history. Hahaha … "
This was the reason why Zhao Yue did not miss the letter. She would always laugh at the end of it.
However …
When she finished reading the letter, everyone looked at her in a daze.
Zhao Yue's attention was diverted by the words "Hahaha". She saw the strange looks on everyone's faces. She suddenly remembered the contents of the letter.
He hurriedly opened it again. It was clearly written on it: One survivor.
There was a brief moment of silence.
Pan Litian asked, "If that's the case, the method of severing the Golden Lotus is feasible."
"First the leaf, then the lotus?"
The young cultivators might not be able to understand this question.
The Old Age Pavilion's Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao had already sensed that the problem stemmed from the Golden Lotus.
Si Wuya frowned. An incredulous expression could be seen on his face.
Just a second ago, he was adamant that his answer could not be wrong. In the next second, someone had viciously torn his answer apart.
It was as though he had been slapped in the face.
This was much worse than being taught a lesson.
Lu Zhou glanced at Si Wuya. He did not comment on the letter. He turned around and returned to the eastern pavilion.
"Safe journey, master."
"Safe journey, Pavilion Master."
The others glanced at Si Wuya before they left the back of the mountain.
Zhu Honggong was the only one left. He walked up to Si Wuya and said, "Seventh Senior Brother, since you're back, can't you keep a low profile?"
After his master left, Si Wuya regained his composure.
"How can I keep a low profile?" Si Wuya asked. "These people are outsiders, after all. As disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion, I can't bring shame to the Evil Sky Pavilion."
Zhu Honggong scratched his head. "You have a point … Are you sure you can't answer master's questions?"
Si Wuya said disapprovingly, "They're just vague questions. It's only natural that I can't answer them."
"Seventh Senior Brother, rest early. I'll take my leave."
…
After returning to the eastern pavilion, Lu Zhou walked up to the table. He waved his brush and drew the Golden Lotus on a piece of paper.
After studying it for a moment, he stroked his beard and nodded.
Severing the Golden Lotus was proven to be feasible. The next step was to increase the survival rate. With the brains of the people, they should be able to come up with a better idea.
In the end, working together was better than fighting alone.
Just when he was about to meditate on the Heavenly Writing scrolls, a voice rang from outside.
"Greetings, master! May you live a long life, master! "
"Come in."
Lu Zhou knew it was his eighth disciple, Zhu Honggong.
Zhu Honggong pushed the door open and entered. He kneeled on the ground and said, "Master … I think Seventh Senior Brother isn't convinced!"
"Not convinced?" Lu Zhou regarded Zhu Honggong in confusion.
Even he could not answer the questions, let alone Si Wuya. What was there for him to be unconvinced about?
"He said that your questions were vague. It's only natural that you can't answer them," Zhu Honggong said tentatively.
Lu Zhou frowned.
'As expected, this rascal is much more difficult to teach than Yu Shangrong.
I don't believe it. '
He suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by mathematics. His wizened face twitched.
He did not have to solve the seven great problems of mathematics nor did he have to solve the technical problems of advanced fields. After all, Lu Zhou could not prove or answer those questions. He would still be unconvinced.
Lu Zhou waved his hand. A piece of rice paper flew up.
He picked up his brush and rearranged a mathematical question in the current language. Rustle! Rustle!
Shortly after, the rice paper was filled with words.
"Give it to him." Lu Zhou put his brush down.
"Yes, master."
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