As they were thinking about these sinister things, Tong Yan, Que Niang, Zeng Ju, and the other immortals of the previous generation had started to calculate again.
Countless numbers and complicated equations were carved on the cliff wall by the flying swords.
They stood in the air, analyzing the cliff wall and taking out their terminals to calculate from time to time.
There were many ways to solve the problem. At least in the beginning and the middle stage, nobody could be sure that they were right before the correct answer was found. Therefore, the discussion could easily turn into an argument. They talked faster and faster, and their voices became louder and louder. It was not limited to their respective camps; it was more like a tangled fight.
The robot sat by the cliff wall, swinging its legs like Liu Ci in the books, and joined the argument with dirty words from time to time.
Que Niang couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "Can't you be quiet?"
Shen Yunmai's voice came from the robot, "Why? Don't you think I'm so naive and adorable? "
Que Niang retorted, "You've knocked off the cliff wall. What if the numbers are mixed up?"
Shen Yunmai said mockingly, "Only those old guys and you country bumpkins would write the numbers on the wall."
Que Niang, Tong Yan, and the others exchanged a glance, and decided to ignore him.
The heated argument in the sky outside the cliff wall disappeared. They started to communicate with the Spiritual Awareness, which was indeed faster than communicating with words.
Shen Yunmai yelled, "I'm the one who reminded you. How can you leave me out of the game?"
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The Sword Formation of the Solar System might be changing.
Mars might become a dead land.
Of course, it was not fun to figure out a way to solve the formation; it was an intense work.
As the calculation went on, they were getting closer to the answer. The atmosphere became more and more intense.
An immortal of the previous generation kept scratching his head. His hair was disheveled, and his face was dirty.
He stared at the numbers on the cliff wall absent-mindedly, mumbling to himself like a doctoral student who couldn't graduate for many years.
"Uncle Ni, can you lower your voice when you talk to yourself? It's a bit noisy, "Shen Yunmai said to him.
This immortal by the surname of Ni was the governor of Yuehua City before he started his cultivation. He was imprisoned because of a common story in the officialdom, and was tortured to the point that he lost his mind. Who would have thought that on the day he was about to be executed, he would actually come to a sudden realization. In the autumn rain, he broke out of prison and joined a secluded sect.
More than a hundred years later, he achieved great success in his state. He heard that the previous emperor had decided to abdicate the throne and become a free and unfettered retired emperor. Without any hesitation, he broke out of the isolation and ignored the warnings of the cultivation sects behind the Imperial court. He barged into the imperial city and cut off the emperor's head in front of 30,000 imperial guards.
After a thousand years, he finally ascended to become an immortal and came to this world. Through the later ascenders, he learned that his family's hidden sect had long disappeared in the long river of history. However, the memories in the imperial prison seemed to be tormenting him, and he would fall into this slightly abnormal state from time to time.
He looked at Shen Yunmai and said with a sneer, "I admit that your talent and wisdom are above mine. But now, you only have a head left!"
Shen Yunmai sneered, "If I don't rely on my brain to solve the problem, do I rely on my buttocks like you do?"
Immortal Ni was enraged. "You suggested using the iterative threading technique, but what organ did you come up with? Do you have organs? You don't even have a buttocks! "
Shen Yunmai couldn't tolerate others questioning his wisdom and body, so he said coldly, "Only an idiot would try to switch from algebraic geometry to number theory."
Thinking of his Cultivation career after coming to this world, the Immortal Ni's face turned pale, and he was speechless for a moment.
The other Immortal couldn't help but say, "Yunmai, you said that you developed the iterative threading technique five days ago … Well, let's not talk about whether there will be any problems if it's done in a hurry. Moreover, it's impossible to verify your method because we don't have a computing core with enough power to run the program."
Shen Yunmai designed a brand-new mathematical tool five days ago, hoping to confirm the core of the Solar System Sword Formation through verification. However, as the Immortal Ni said, it required a great deal of calculation. Unless they could connect to the charter network on Mars and use the central computer, they couldn't calculate the result.
However, they were in the Solar System Sword Formation, so they couldn't contact the outside world.
Shen Yunmai said with a sneer, "If it were in the past, I would have figured it out by myself."
Tong Yan said calmly, "But you can't do it now."
Shen Yunmai's perfect body was destroyed in the explosion of the nuclear power furnace, along with the important special mathematical processing core …
The robot raised its mechanical arm and gave the middle finger.
"I think we should use the Pure Yang Transformation."
Que Niang's uncertain voice rang out in the sky outside the cliff.
The Immortals in the sky and Shen Yunmai sitting by the cliff's edge fell silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
Even the Fairy Swordsman En Sheng and the others on the cliff's edge shot a glance in that direction.
"Where did you see the Pure Yang Transformation?" asked Shen Yunmai.
Que Niang said, "Didn't you give us a lesson on the battleship?"
Shen Yunmai said, "I'm sure that I didn't mention the Pure Yang Transformation, and it wasn't in the data instilled."
Que Niang said, "I saw it when I was studying by myself in the database of the battleship."
Ceng Ju said with a faint smile, "It's not easy for you to know it; but it's indeed not feasible."
Many years ago, a paper was suddenly written on the blackboard of the Mathematics Department of the University of Stargate.
The title of the paper was "The Pure Yang Transformation". It was a novel idea, and the method was ingenious.
This paper had a novel idea, and its method was ingenious. If it was proved, it would be able to solve a few unsolved problems in mathematics, causing a great shock in the mathematics circle. However, as the research went deeper, many mathematicians found that this paper had a serious problem, and it was impossible to solve it under the current conditions.
After some discussion, the major mathematics journals announced the withdrawal of the paper. The paper was returned to the library, and nobody paid attention to it anymore.
It wasn't until a long time later that few people knew that this paper was written by General Li.
After he left Chaotian, he was arranged by the Grandmaster to study at the University of Stargate. He had written this paper after studying for half a year.
The Immortals of the previous generations knew about it, but they all regarded it as a joke. Yet, nobody dared mention it in front of General Li, save for Shen Yunmai.
Que Niang said that she would use the viewpoint of this famous paper to solve the problem, which drew a lot of mockery.
"But I think … it might work," Que Niang said softly, feeling even less confident.
Tong Yan asked while looking at her with an encouraging expression, "Do you have a way to prove it?"
Que Niang shook her head helplessly, saying, "It's just my intuition … it's the same as the intuition I had when I found out that the eye of the formation was a battleship."
"As I said, the word intuition is often used to cover up the absurdity and awkwardness."
The aged voice of the Godly Battering Master drifted over from the cliff.
Like the two devil immortals in black and others, he didn't believe that the Grandmaster would change the formation to kill someone, but he was curious about the discussion outside the cliff.
"Intuition is a method created by human beings to compensate for the lack of calculating ability. Your calculating ability is terrible, so intuition is the only tool you should hold on to. What Que Niang said is correct. To solve this problem, we should use the Pure Yang Transformation. "
A voice drifted down from the sky, sounding lethargic.
It seemed that the speaker hadn't slept for many days, or that he had slept on the sickbed for too many days.
The Godly Battering Master sneered, "It's ridiculous! Who's talking nonsense? "
A wheelchair fell down from the sky.
Jing Jiu sat in the wheelchair, covered with a blanket, which was slightly arched.
Zhao Layue pushed the wheelchair, her short hair slightly disheveled.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, and it took them a while to react.
Several magic treasures shot up into the sky, and were then pushed back by the sword will above the atmosphere, illuminating the cliff.
The immortals of the previous generation were extremely vigilant, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Sword Immortal En Sheng stared at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair, sword light flashing in the depths of his eyes, full of fighting intent.
His injuries hadn't healed yet, but suddenly encountering the most powerful swordsman, he still had a strong desire to use his sword.
The Godly Battering Master slowly stood up from the cliff, holding the broken drum in his hand, and said expressionlessly, "So it's Immortal Jingyang."
The two devil immortals in black separated like ghosts, landing on both sides of the wheelchair.
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Jing Jiu didn't take a look at these immortals, because it was tiring to turn his head.
Looking at Que Niang outside the cliff, he continued, "When we played chess back then, I could tell that your intuition is stronger than Tong Yan's. Don't doubt it so easily."
Que Niang was thrilled to see her Master's fairy face again after so many years. She didn't care about the conversion of pure yang anymore, and knelt down in the air to bow to him.
Tong Yan raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
Liu Shisui and the others were pleasantly surprised, flying to the front of the wheelchair and bowing to him.
Addressing him as Young Master, Master, Senior Uncle, Immortal, and so on, flew to the edge of the cliff, until they were interrupted by a lazy voice.
"Oh, Old Nine, you're still alive! That's great! "
Jing Jiu almost thought that Zhuo Rusui was here, but he recognized it was Shen Yunmai's voice. "It's great that you're still alive," he said with a smile.
Seeing this, Liu Shisui and the others were surprised, thinking that Shen Yunmai didn't lie, and the two of them had a good relationship.
In the next moment, they realized something was wrong. Yuan Qu's face was as cold as ice, as if he had returned to the Sword Justice of Aoyama. "How dare you! How dare you be rude to the Immortal! "
"What are you looking at? Why are you shouting? " The robot stood up, looked down at Yuan Qu, and said mockingly, "According to seniority, which one of you is higher than me? He and I are of the same generation, and that's because of our friendship! Did I ask you to kneel down? Who's the rude one? "
What he said was true. He was the descendant and heir of the Grandmaster of Aoyama, so according to seniority, he was the real second-generation ancestor …
Liu Shisui and the others exchanged a look, and stopped talking about this topic as if they had a tacit understanding.
"Are you going to catch up now? Aren't you looking down on us old fellows too much? "
The First Master raised the small broken drum tied to his wrist, looked at Jing Jiu, and said expressionlessly, "Even if the ship is broken, there are still dozens of tons of alloy. The broken drum can make a few sounds. Do you want to hear it?"
The two black-robed Demonic Immortals reached out their right hands to the wheelchair. Their hands were pale, but they had completely different auras, vaguely connected.
East-rising Purple Qi and Mister Dong also stood up with difficulty, and took out the most powerful magic weapons that they didn't have time to use during the battle in the canyon.
The Sword Immortal En Sheng's hand fell on the hilt of his sword.
During the battle with Peng Lang, he stabbed his sword into the cliff wall, so it didn't suffer any damage.
The six Immortals of the previous generation surrounded the wheelchair and those people.
Was the temporary peace on Mars going to be broken again?
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, tortoise chanting scriptures," Shen Yunmai's annoying voice rang out again. This was his reply to the First Master's words.
The First Master looked angry, and he was about to beat the small drum.
Suddenly.
A chubby little hand reached out from under his arm and took the drum away.
It was like a child who saw a toy in the night market, a bit unreasonable, but also a bit adorable.
The First Master seemed to be frozen.
He was in a trance at the moment.
The drum was the First Master's magic treasure that he had carried with him for a thousand years. Peng Lang couldn't take it away even though he had broken it with his sword, and it still possessed a powerful magic power.
How could it be taken away so easily?
When did the rope of the drum break?
And how did it break?
The expression on the Sword Immortal En Sheng's face turned grave.
He looked even more grave than when he was facing Peng Lang and Jing Jiu in the wheelchair.
He was about to strike with the hilt of his sword with the fearless temperament unique to the No-Mercy Sect.
But he didn't get what he wanted!
It was because the space between the sword and the sheath was frozen.
A small figure walked past him.
Everybody looked in the direction of the figure.
It was a little girl with hair as white as snow.
The little girl's face was very round and white.
The pupils of her eyes were very dark and deep.
She walked toward the wheelchair by the cliff with the small drum in her hand.
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