My Disciples Are All Villains

While Luzhou caressed his beard, he looked at Si Wuya who had just knelt down and said, "If you can answer the old man, the old man will follow you as a teacher."

"..."

Si Wuya's heart shivered and felt his back cold.

According to the previous rhythm and routine, Master and his elderly have already added their fists and feet, and have no time to inscribe these so-called problems. Si Wuya's attitude towards Luzhou was also unpredictable.

Seeing the lively crowd was also frightened by Luzhou's remarks.

Dare to say this, it is also very confident in yourself, but also to endless pressure on the foot.

Si Wuya did not dare to speak, not even raising his head.

Luzhou Fusu thought about it.

As a traversing person, he can come up with some calculus, world-class mathematical problems, various famous guesses and so on. But I think that is meaningless. In addition to IQ crush, it does not seem to have a good educational significance.

Teachers, preaching and deciphering by karma also.

Slightly pondering, Luzhou said: "Yu Qiu also heard that there are state-owned people, without suffering from unevenness ... If the old man has only eight weapons, how can he equalize?

Si Wuya was startled.

I don't know how to answer.

Everyone looked at each other.

How to distribute eight weapons to nine disciples?

How to equalize?

Weapon dismantling, are you still called a weapon?

Kill one, is it evenly divided?

"Answer the old man."

Luzhou's voice sank, overlooking Si Wuya.

This problem seems to be just for embarrassment, but to those around me, it seems that it is not just that.

Seems otherwise.

Dare he answer?

Want to rebel as a master?

"Everything is born, and everything has its origin ... What is the origin of this world?" Luzhou asked.

This question came out.

Si Wuya trembled.

Luzhou's voice fell again: "Answer to the old man."

"..."

Can this be a problem?

Several seniors in the Senior Pavilion kept shaking their heads.

Mo said it was Si Wuya alone, and no one else could answer.

Many years ago, some people in the practice circle had raised such questions, but they explained some ambiguous and universal principles. At the beginning of the existence of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, there had been fierce debates on similar issues. If there was an answer, there would not be such a big difference.

"Can't answer?" Luzhou overlooked Si Wuya.

Si Wuya shook his head.

Does he dare to call himself a university questioner? He has enough arrogance, but not enough courage.

"Void things, others will bully you for your husband ..."

Luzhou thinks while stroking his beard ...

Suddenly he thought about the chopping of the golden lotus. Is the truth everyone believes in right? Galileo did an experiment in which two iron **** landed at the same time to challenge the authority of truth. Similarly, must Jinlian exist? Chicken first or egg first?

At the end of his thoughts, Luzhou said: "The practitioner Ning Jinlian enters the Yuanshen, and then opens the leaves to promote cultivation. The old man asks you, do you have golden lotus first, or first?

Si Wuya was stunned.

Is this problem difficult?

Sounds simple.

Practitioners condense the Baixiandongming, of course, the golden lotus can only open the leaves.

However, he answered in his heart, not daring to say it.

Others are also surprised to see it,

"Why not open leaves without golden lotus? Naturally, golden lotus first." Hua Wudao said.

"The method of severing the golden lotus, if it succeeds ... you can also have the leaf first and then the golden lotus." Pan Litian said.

"The problem is that until now, there has been no success."

Everyone also discussed this issue.

Would it be a mistake from the beginning to return to the practice of "cutting the golden lotus"?

In the past few days, the Devil's Pavilion has also obtained some information from the outside world ... So far, all those who have slashed the golden lotus are dead.

Si Wuya does not need to answer questions ... because the answer is obvious.

Luzhou had already expected that they would think this way. If it were not for the second apprentice Yu Shangrong to cut the golden lotus, he would not ask this question.

He looked at Si Wuya calmly.

He just needs to throw questions.

After a period of time, Yu Shangrong returned, and such an answer was even stronger.

"Think clearly before answering the old man's question."

Luzhou was about to turn around and return to the East Pavilion.

Zhaoyue came with a flying book.

"Master, Jiang Aijian's flying book."

"Read."

Zhaoyue opened the flying book and read: "Old seniors, the method of cutting the golden lotus is introduced into the palace. Someone in the palace called for 100 golden lotus. In the morning, ten people cut the golden lotus, and one person survived. Witness history. Hahaha ... "

This is why Zhaoyue doesn't want to read Fei Shu. Every time I get to the end, I am a little annoyed.

however……

When she finished reading the letter, everyone present looked at her staring blankly.

Zhaoyue's attention was diverted by the words hahaha, and it was strange to see everyone's eyes. She suddenly wanted to take off the contents of the book.

Quickly opened again, it clearly stated: One person survived.

A moment of silence.

Pan Litian asked: "In this way, it is feasible to cut the golden lotus."

"Leave first, then lotus?"

Young practitioners may not be able to understand this issue in depth.

Leng Luo in the Senior Pavilion, Pan Litian, and no flowers at all, have already felt that the problem is with Jinlian.

Si Wuya frowned, revealing an incredible look.

The last second, he still insisted that his answer would not be wrong, and the next second, someone severely shredded his answer in front of him.

It was like a slap in his face.

This is much more uncomfortable than trying to teach him.

Luzhou glanced at Si Wuya, did not express an opinion on Feishu, and turned back to Dongge.

"Congratulations to Master."

"Send to the Patriarch."

Others glanced at Si Wuya and left Houshan one after another.

Only Zhu Honggong was left, and he came to Si Wuya and said, "Seven Brothers, all come back, can't we keep a low profile?"

When Master left, Si Wuya returned to normal.

"How do I keep a low profile?" Si Wuya asked, "These people are outsiders after all. As disciples of Motiange, they must never lose their face."

Zhu Hong scratched his head: "It seems a bit reasonable ... Master's questions, you really can't answer UU reading www.uukanshu.com?"

Si Wuya disagreed and said: "It's just a blank question. It's normal to fail to answer."

"Seven Senior Brothers, you rest early, and Brother Young resigns."

...

Back at Luzhou in the East Pavilion, he came to the table, waved his brush, and painted Jinlian on paper.

After a moment's review, Luzhou nodded.

Chopping golden lotus has proved feasible, and the next step is to increase the survival rate. With the head of the whole world, we should think of a better way.

Teamwork is better than singles.

As he was preparing to enlighten the heavenly book, a voice came from outside the door--

"Tuer meets Master! Master has a long life!"

"Come in."

Listening to the sound, I knew that it was the eight apprentices Zhu Honggong.

Zhu Hong pushed the door in and knelt down and said, "Master ... The disciple felt that Brother Seven seemed dissatisfied!"

"Unacceptable?" Luzhou looked at Zhu Hongtong questioningly.

The question just now, Mo said that it was Si Wuya, and even he could not answer it. What else did he disagree with?

"He said that the questions you asked are very vague, and the answer is not normal." Zhu Hong Gong said carefully.

Luzhou frowned.

This traitor is indeed more difficult to tune than Yu Shangrong.

The old man really did not believe in evil.

He suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by mathematics, and his old face could not help twitching.

It doesn't need the seven major problems in the mathematics world, nor the technical problems in the highly sophisticated fields. After all, these Luzhous could not prove and answer themselves, and he still refused to accept it.

Luzhou waved, and a piece of rice paper flew up.

Speaking of writing brushes, re-use the current language, organized a math problem, rustling ...

Before long, the rice paper was full of words.

"Bring him." Luzhou put down his brush.

"Tuer obey."