Lu Jing understood.

——Also a dummy, he has a wealth of experience in being "out of sight is pure" by the elders of the medicine valley.

Just relying on Zuo Fatty's past virtues, think that these elders should not have much respect for this young pavilion master... If Zuo Yuesheng went directly to the door and said that he wanted to check the sky's track, let them take a shot, think it would not get anything good complexion. Think again, over the past hundred years, Shanhaige's attitude towards Licheng...

Nine times out of ten, he will be treated as a foolish nonsense.

Zuo Yueban has been shameless and shameless for so many years, causing trouble for so long, and he has long been accustomed to this "deserved" treatment.

But this time is different.

This time, it is not only Zuo Yuesheng, but also the young pavilion master who is going to check the sky track.

Zuo Yuesheng can be used as a child to fool around, but the young pavilion master cannot, because he has already carried the trust of a city.

Moreover.

In the past, Zhou Ziyan was still there, and Elder Tao Rong was still his teacher, and Shanhaige didn't take any action. This time, a few scumbags of them - Lu Jing is still self-aware of the reputation of people like himself, and it's a matter of course... It sounds like a joke, and it won't be taken seriously, right?

"If you don't help, you won't help, it's rare," Lu Jing scolded and sat down, "We can count ourselves."

Sit down and open "Tianchou".

moment.

Lu Jing "snapped" and closed the book again, with a ghostly look on his face: "What is this thing? Can people really understand it?"

Do they really count? !

"Are you saying I'm not human?"

The compartment door of the flying boat was pulled open.

Qiu Bodeng held a soft cushion with plain silk and gold embroidery in one hand, and stood at the door with a low pressure just woken up, staring at Lu Jing with dark eyes.

Lu Jing and Lu Jing were even more frightened.

Qiu Bodeng walked in lazily, threw the cushion on the soft side, and then fell down without bones, and threw a note full of arithmetic to Zuo Yuesheng, and then he didn't know where to touch it. He took out the paper fan, opened it with a "swoosh", and put it on his face: "You first calculate the angle of the sun and the moon according to this angle, and report it to me."

Lu Jing turned his head to look at Zuo Yuesheng, and asked with his mouth:

——Young Master Qiu can really understand?

Zuo Yuesheng nodded affirmatively.

Lou Jiang, who came in with Zuo Yuesheng, walked to another table in the room, sat down, and opened the calendar... Lu Jing winked at Zuo Yuesheng and asked him what was going on.

Zuo Yuesheng shrugged and whispered, "I've been hit."

Yes……

Although Lou Jiang is very reluctant to believe it, the fact is that among a group of people, the one who can understand "Tiancho" is not him, nor is it the monk Budu! It's Qiu thin lamp! Now the self-esteem of the first genius of Shanhaige has suffered an unprecedented blow.

"Amitabha, good is good."

The monk Budu followed.

"Why is this bald donkey here?" Lu Jing turned his head to look at Zuo Yuesheng, "Damn, after the battle broke down that day, I didn't know where to go, and my behavior was suspicious, so I had to be locked up and tortured for questioning!"

"Amitabha," Monk Budu folded his hands together, "Master Lu, the poor monk is now hired to help with the calculations. If you count a volume, you will be paid three hundred taels of silver."

Hearing him mention "three hundred taels of silver", Zuo Yuesheng felt a pain in the flesh.

There is no way, although this guy Budu can't understand "Tianchou", but this bald donkey with the famous saying "Three crossings and three crossings", his arithmetic skills are only inferior to him. It's the best helper he can find right now...

"Forget it."

Zuo Yuesheng was helpless and felt that the starting point of his heroic road was full of twists and turns.

A Taiyi who can sit and never stand, who can lie down and never sit down, a flower and hatred thin lamp, a slightly more reliable genius of the court, Lou Jiang, a life-saving medicine valley eleven Lang, a dead bald donkey that I can't overcome poverty and babble on...

Pity the young pavilion master of the dignified Shanhai Pavilion. It was the first time he was going to do something big, but he could only pull up such a "splendid" team.

Oh, there was originally a Yecang.

However, Ye Cang's brain is not very good, and it is not easy to add or subtract.

The crackling sound of the abacus sounded in the narrow room after five people were packed.

"The day follows the second track, the line is one degree, and the month is eleven degrees, nineteen degrees, three..."

"Pass."

"The sun follows three tracks, north to Dongqing... the moon travels twelve degrees..."

"Pass."

"Sunday..."

"The degree is different, write it down."

Qiu Bodeng supported his head with one hand, shook the feather fan lazily with the other, and lay on the soft slump as if he had no bones. He also had a phoenix cloak on his shoulders. " and "write down" commands.

The other four were submerged in the high-rise volume, flipping the pages with one hand, flipping the abacus with the other, and quickly reported the number of tracks, degrees and minutes. At first, they were a little worried that the four of them would calculate together, and Qiu Bodeng couldn't check it. Who knew that Qiu Bodeng was the easiest one to count.

——After he gradually dispelled the sleepiness he had just woken up from, he even pulled out the sunflower seeds and checked them while knocking.

"Every day follows the second and second tracks, and the line is once..."

"Pass."

the next room.

Elder Tao listened silently to the voice from the other side, the pipe in his hand had already been burned out. He closed his eyes and remembered what Zuo Yuesheng said when he came to him alone and asked for "Tianchou":