Chapter 30

In a word, the San pan Jing really doesn't look like an ordinary cultivation method. In addition to the normal cultivation, it also contains too many and too miscellaneous contents.

Lu Xing probably calculated. For these contents, not counting the time to understand, but just counting the time to read them, he would have to read them for at least 100 years.

How many hundred years are there in life? The life span of practitioners in the period of blood practice is only more than 200 years; Coagulation deficiency period, more than 300 years old; Break of love, more than 400 years old. In the dream period, it is a threshold to reach a life span of more than 500 years.

Later? Then he really doesn't know. In the whole divine enlightenment continent, there are few practitioners who can exceed the period of God's gift from ancient times to now.

I don't know how long it took. Anyway, it was a long time. Lu Xing probably sorted out the contents of the three classics. From entry to mastery, from low-level to high-level, from practical to surreal, he has planned each by category.

Lu Xing first picked up a book called principles of higher mathematics.

According to his calculation, this book should be the basis of all industrial books. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me.

I don't know how long I've studied. Anyway, it's a long time. Lu Xing feels that he's about to collapse. High number? Is this the enemy of your last life?

After translating every word in the book, Lu Xing knew it. But when the characters are arranged into a strange language, it seems that this is not something that human beings can understand at all.

I really don't know what unimaginable things the person who wrote this book experienced in those years.

Until the end, Lu Xing didn't know how long it was. He only felt a very wonderful smell wandering in his mouth. Originally, his divine sense was trapped in the Dantian. However, under the influence of this smell, Lu Xing's divine sense miraculously broke through the fog blockade outside the Dantian.

"Well, it's a little sour, ugly and salty. This is... Special horse dung!"

Sitting up in his dying illness, Lu Xing was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes. Sure enough, beside him sat several middle-aged men with beards. One of the men was holding a ball of sticky horse dung in his hand.

The big man said, "look, he's awake! This native method really works!"

With that, the big man stretched out his hand and stuffed all the remaining viscous objects into Lu Xing's mouth.

"... Goo Goo."

The stink filled the sky. The wonderful smell finally made Lu Xingxun faint again. After fainting, Lu Xing's divine sense returned to Dan Tian.

Before his eyes floated a huge white paper full of formulas and formulas written by Lu Xing. He is finally going to finish his research on the principles of higher mathematics.

It's not easy.

Lu Xing estimated that he was in the late stage of blood practice and should have been able to live for at least 280 years. After learning the principles of advanced mathematics, I'm afraid his life span is less than 100 years old.

Fortunately, his thick hair, at least quietly lying on his head, did not go away from him. If not, Lu Xing would have collapsed early in the morning.

The principles of advanced mathematics made me stronger and almost bald.

"Young master, after he woke up three days ago, he fainted again. Now more than two months have passed. I'm afraid he's really hopeless."

"It's always fate to meet at the end of the world. Try your best. If you can't save him after all, at least take him back to the capital and bury him well."

"Young master, the purpose of our trip is to take a corpse on the road. I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

"Wait another day... If he hasn't turned back after one day, bury him on the spot."

"Yes, sir. Madam is about to give birth. We should strengthen our vigilance these days."

"Alas, let fate prevail."

……

The next day, a convoy of more than a dozen carriages stopped slowly at the edge of the deep forest. Among them, a young man in gorgeous clothes stood beside Lu Xing. His deep eyes were full of compassion and anger.

"If it were not for King Ning's disorderly administration, why should the poor people in the world starve to death on the road?"

"Young master, you must pay attention to your words when you go out."

"Alas, if King Ning doesn't get rid of it one day, the world won't be peaceful one day. Uncle Wang, bury him."

Lu Xing, who was addicted to the principles of Higher Mathematics in the three classics, immediately woke up. "Uncle Wang? The Uncle Wang of the young master's family is also here?"

Lu Xing's divine sense immediately frightened out of the Dantian, suddenly stared at the people.

"Lying in the trough, pretending to be a corpse! Young master, run!"

"What's the hurry? Check his injury quickly. Maybe he can be saved!"

"This..."

"Come on! If one more person can be saved, the country can have more strength."

"All right." Wang Shumian came forward to check Lu Xing's body because it was difficult.

Just back from swimming in the ocean of high numbers, Lu Xing had only piles of formulas left in his mind. He was very dissatisfied with being woken up by the crowd.

Just now, he was clearly going to finish the last formula! This was his hard work for some time, but it was just interrupted by several people. How could Lu Xing swallow this tone?

Seeing Uncle Wang coming, Lu Xing waved Uncle Wang away and scolded, "go away. No matter what happens, wait until I finish this problem!"

Uncle Wang was pushed to the ground. His legs and feet were numb with fear by Lu Xing. He hardened his head and said, "do questions? What is doing questions? Young master, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this man's brain?"

The young master said, "don't jump to a conclusion. I'm afraid he has something important to do. Let him go. Wait until you bring him back to the capital. Uncle Wang, set out!"

"OK, young master."

The motorcade rolled forward and continued to walk through the mountains and forests for seven or eight days. These days, Uncle Wang goes to Lu Xing with food every day.

But Lu Xing indulged in his study and forgot to eat and sleep. In the face of Uncle Wang's arrival, he always had only one sentence: "go away, don't disturb my study! Wait until I finish this problem."

At night, the young master called Uncle Wang, concerned about Lu Xing's situation, smiled bitterly and said, "is he still unwilling to eat?"

Uncle Wang sighed, "he hasn't eaten since he was rescued two months ago. It's been seven days here. Young master, I'm afraid he won't live long according to his situation."

The young master thought, "Uncle Wang, I'm afraid he is a practitioner."

"Cultivator? Yes, it's said that the cultivator has great metaphysical skills and doesn't need to eat at all. Alas, it's our worry. But young master, if he is really a cultivator..."

"Uncle Wang, do you want him to help us?"

"Young master, the only advantage of King Ning is that he has gathered a large number of practitioners around him. If we can also have the help of practitioners, we can only revive the government and the public day and night!"

"Alas, some things are not so simple." the young master said with a bitter smile, "Uncle Wang, the number of practitioners in the world can't be counted. Even the number of practitioners around King Ning is no less than ten. Even if the young man is really a practitioner, how many can he deal with alone?"