Zuo Liangshi was shocked, and he couldn't say a second sentence for a while. "An enemy of the world?"

Jun Changwei let out a hoarse laugh, and suddenly slashed into the surging sea with a violent slash.

"What to fear!"

The huge tide and waves were cut, and a line thousands of feet long was split on the sea surface, and hundreds of millions of tons of seawater stagnated on both sides of the knife mark. The linen-clothed elder Jun stepped out of the window with a knife. He took off the big gourd from his waist, stepped on the rocks and mud on the seabed, sang and drank, and walked away.

Only his hoarse and wild singing could be heard in the wind.

"The sun and the moon do not stand, the sky and the earth are high.

Soaring snakes for soil, divine tortoises rotten flesh!

White deer are hard to herd, and year-old cranes are hard to swim.

When you grow old and die, don't be sad about tall buildings! "

The singing gradually faded away.

Zuo Liangshi stood silently upstairs.

In Taiyi, no city will be bitter for a hundred years... But not all sects in this world are Taiyi.

Immortal gate ten thousand years, Taiyi first.

The golden knife marks on the sea finally collapsed, and the sea crashed down, smashing thousands of white waves.

…………………………

boom!

Lu Jing slammed his head on the table, and his face was covered in ink. He turned his head crunchly, his eyes staring at the wall dully... This innocent is so white, this sun is so big, this cloud is so high... This moon is so red... eh? ? ?

"Is it down?"

Qiu Bodeng stood at the table, picked up a roll of the calendar and flipped through it.

"Can't Lu Shiyi do it? It's less than seven volumes?"

"The sun follows the six orbits, the second degree, and the moon travels to the Palace of Heng." Zuo Yuesheng reported the new angle of the sun orbit and the moon orbit behind his back. At the beginning, his hand on the abacus was like a "shadowless hand". Now it is gradually slowing down.

"Pass."

Qiu Bodeng turned over Lu Jing's calendar of the day and the moon, and took time to check Zuo Yuesheng's calculation results.

"..." Lu Jing was speechless for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table violently, "Okay, you are a hater, you really took the book of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! I announce that you have been expelled from the dude!" He was indignant and spat on the ground, "Bah! You spy who sneaked into the gang!"

Snapped.

Qiu Bodeng smashed a thick roll of the sun and moon diary directly on Lu Jing's head, knocking him down again.

"Student Lu, I'll give you another chance to organize language."

The Taiyi sword was half a foot out of its sheath, and Qiu Bodeng said amiably.

"I mean, Young Master Qiu, you are a dissolute person without concealing your outstanding talents. You are truly a romantic figure of a generation." Lu Jing quickly changed his words.

"Lu Shiyi, what about your backbone?"

Zuo Yuesheng stopped and gulped.

He counted the most, and it looks like there are about twelve volumes of the calendar of the sun and the moon.

"Amitabha, the poor monk thinks..." Monk Budu leaned back, his eyes were dazed, and he was already a little confused, "The poor monk thinks... I still need to combine work and rest... Ah... Buddha, the poor monk saw a lot of Star……"

"A group of brothers."

Qiu Bodeng sneered.

Brother is brother.

Between continuing to count and resting, several people chose the latter without hesitation.

Lou Jiang stopped writing and sorted out the calculated angles of the sun and moon.

In fact, Zhou Ziyan has already completed some of the work of calculating the sky rail.

Zhou Ziyan did not understand "Tianchou". But in the past 100 years, he tried his best to collect all the data of the calendar and the moon that he could collect. According to his knowledge of arithmetic, there was no "Tianchi" formula - the word "formula" is what Mr. Qiu said. ——, he even calculated a small part of it.

Before Lou Jiang did not understand "Tianchou", he also tried to calculate the sky track, and knew the difference between formulas and no formulas clearly.

The workload and difficulty of the two are simply incomparable.

They have Qiu Bodeng to understand the formulas given after "Tianchou" are considered to be dead or alive, so what about Zhou Ziyan who has no formula?

Lou Jiang didn't know what kind of mood Zhou Ziyan was in when he calculated the sky's orbit in the pile of paper for a hundred years... Is there still such a weak first-line wing? Are you still waiting for the day when Licheng's grievances can be resolved?

he does not know.

Qiu Bodeng turned around, took the data calculated by everyone in his hand, and turned it over together. He turned quickly, and suddenly, he stopped at a certain page.

"Eh."

He suddenly let out a small whimper.

"What's wrong?" Lu Jing sat up nervously. The page that Qiu Bodeng looked at happened to be his calculation, "Where is the calculation wrong?"

Qiu Bodeng frowned and thought for a long time.

"Something's wrong..." Qiu Bodeng muttered to himself, raising his hand to draw two parallel lines in the air, "The angle of the sun track and the moon track is a little wrong..."

"Have you figured out the changed trajectories of the sun and the moon in Po City?" Lu Jing was overjoyed, "Don't you need to continue to calculate the rest?"

"Not sure." Qiu Bodeng shook his head, "Zuo Yueban, you can go back and find Elder Tao again, and you will also have a copy of your Shanhaige's calendar of the sun and the moon - all within a hundred years will come here."

"what?"

Lu Jing's scalp was numb.

"Okay." Zuo Yuesheng nodded.

Lu Jing sighed and turned over on the table.

... Okay, okay, only Qiu Bodeng can understand "Tiancho", what he says is what he says.

"Speaking of which," Lu Jing was puzzled. "Young Master Qiu, have you really never learned "Tianchou" before? It's the first time you read it, and you immediately understand it."