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Just when Xu Yang was tracking down the evil cultivators of the three shadow organizations who had entered the Confucian altar before.

These three evil cultivators had already entered another formation space inside the Confucian Altar.

Led by the "Qingyan Monk" under the control of the Thousand-Faced Ghost, the bald man "Flying Insect Venerable" and the "Iron-faced Maniac" are on his side.

The three of them were standing side by side, looking at the scene in front of them, a little worried.

The ground in front of them was crisscrossed with straight grids, like a huge chessboard.

And in the middle of each box is a number written separately. The numbers are jumble, big and small, and there is no pattern in them.

What's even more amazing is that as they walk past the numbers on those grids, the numbers change, sometimes they get bigger, sometimes they get smaller. Although it doesn't show any attack power, it makes it impossible to get out of this huge, numerical space.

"Right Envoy, it seems that the three of us are stuck in a digital labyrinth. The spatial prohibition here makes it impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and we have been around for most of the day, and we have not seen the clues of this maze formation. The bald man said helplessly while touching his bald head with his hand.

And the iron face on the side was tugging at his fingers, counting earnestly in his mouth: "One, two, three......"

After a moment, Iron Face shook his head and started counting again: "One, two, three......"

It's a pity that he can only count to three accurately, and it is easy to mess up above four.

The thousand-faced ghost is still showing the appearance of the ghost slave "Qingyan Monk" at this moment. As a servant, the Thousand-Faced Ghost is very involved in every ghost slave he controls, and his facial expressions are completely in line with the original habits of Qingyan Monk.

He first stretched out a broad palm and gestured at the position of the opposite number formation, estimated the range in his mind, and then tried to calculate the law of these numbers in his mind. After a moment, he shook his head.

Then he said: "Yu Daomen is proficient in the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism, which are etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. It seems that this labyrinth is one of the "numbers" in the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism. "Number" is mathematics, also known as the law of nine numbers, there are nine small categories below, the changes are endless, ordinary people even if they exhaust their life's strength may not be able to fully grasp. It is very suitable for use in the labyrinth formation. ”

After speaking, the "Qingyan Monk" squatted down, gently put the palm of one palm on the ground, and slightly ran the rock Buddha Gong to sense the rock and soil breath here.

Qingyan monk is born with a rock body, coupled with the rock Buddha skills he practiced, as long as there is earth, there will be the power of rock and soil. With the power of rock and soil, he can extract and manipulate an endless stream of power.

He wanted to use the power of the earth's rock and soil to directly destroy the foundation of the digital formation in front of him. Violence is sometimes a solution to problems.

After a while, Qingyan Monk's face was a little embarrassed, and he muttered in his heart: "This labyrinth formation is really a mechanism calculation, not to mention the surrounding rock and soil attribute spiritual power, even the spiritual power of other attributes has been completely suppressed by the prohibition of the formation." If you want to directly destroy the foundation of this formation, I am afraid it will be even more difficult. However, there is no other way for the time being, so let's try it with the power of the ontology first. ”

With a rough judgment in his heart, Qingyan Monk pressed his other hand on the ground, and then suddenly urged the magic trick, and the rock body was running at full speed.

In an instant, the corners of his clothes were reversed, the wind was scattered, and the brown spiritual light swirled on the surface of the Qingyan monk's body, which was the materialization of his rock and soil attribute soul power, and the powerful soul power of the Daoming Realm monk was undoubtedly revealed.

The powerful rock-type mana was injected directly into the ground beneath his feet through his palm.

"Buddhism - Rock and Soil Waterfall!"

The next moment, the ground within a range of dozens of zhang in front of the Qingyan monk, as if the heaven and earth were upside down, and the rock and soil on the ground exploded, flying upside down like a waterfall.

"Rumble, rumble. ”

The thunder of the earth turned the earth upside down.

The mighty waves of rock and soil rolled out in all directions, engulfing everything on the surface like a mudslide.

The power of Qingyan Monk's technique spread for ten miles, and the humming sound of the earth's crust echoed endlessly.

Looking around him again, the surface of the ground within a radius of ten miles has completely changed.

The previous squares that crisscrossed the ground were gone, and the numbers on them were buried in the rocks and soil, and the maze of numbers that trapped the three of them was completely gone, full of upside-down rocks and scattered dirt bags.

High in the air, the sand rain swayed for a long time.

After the "Qingyan Monk" finished casting the spell, he stood up and folded his hands.

"It's worthy of the right envoy, and he solved this annoying maze with one move. The bald man flattered.

And the iron face on the side no longer pulled his own fingers, let out a long breath in his mouth, and said with relief: "Hey, I can't read too many numbers, my math is taught by the physical education teacher." ”

He's still quite an honest guy.

But in the next moment, the whole earth trembled suddenly, and criss-crossing white spiritual lines suddenly appeared on the surface, outlining neat squares.

A series of Confucianism's unique, silver seal characters, like countless silverfish jumping on the surface of the earth.

Then, in a square unit, the chaotic surface turned downwards and turned in a different direction, presenting a smooth ground. And the squares are still full of messy numbers.

Buzz, buzz.

The ground flips, it's like a trick. After a stick of incense, the array of digital mazes returned to its original state.

"How can this be?" the bald man scratched his bald head with his hand, looking puzzled. Then he peeked at the "Right Envoy" in front of him.

The face of the "Qingyan Monk" is as cold as a rock, showing that he should have the bearing of being in danger as a right envoy.

At this moment, he blamed himself in his heart: "Teacher's Day is here, it's time to go and see the teacher." I didn't study hard at the beginning, but now this is the end. Hey, my math was taught by my martial arts teacher. ”

......

The Qingyan monk did not speak, folded his hands, and stared blankly at the other side, as motionless as a rock.

The bald man and the iron face next to him didn't dare to disturb. They knew that if this Thousand-Faced Ghost Adult started a temper, it would be a person who would instantly turn into a ghost, which was extremely terrifying. Therefore, the two of them could only stand there motionless.

Three wooden stakes.

I don't know how long it took.

At this time, Iron Face inadvertently lowered his head.

He happened to see the word "one" at his feet, and the one word was connected in turn to the square with the words "two" and "three".

Ironface couldn't count by nature, but he was a very serious student. After thousands of days and nights of hard work, he was finally able to count the three numbers one, two, and three. And continue to work hard to learn the addition and subtraction between one, two, and three. For him, a born "fool", this is already a miracle.

When Iron Face was seven years old, he was like an ordinary child, and he didn't have any iron face to cover his face at all, although his appearance was ordinary, he was a tiger head and a tiger brain.

Finally, one day, after countless efforts by Iron Face, he informed his mother of his successful "counting one, two, three" results.

"Kid, no one will ever say you can't count. In my mother's eyes, you are a hard-working genius. The mother said kindly.

From that day on, the seven-year-old child continued to study hard.

Later, by chance, he entered the cultivation realm. Although he did not achieve anything in mathematics, he was outstanding in the field of ghost path cultivation and puppet making.

Studying hard is a spirit, and there will always be gains from studying hard work.

......

In the space of the Confucian altar.

In front of the digital labyrinth, the three evil cultivators, including the iron face, were at a loss at the beginning.

Iron Face can count one, two, three with unmistakable accuracy. Therefore, when he saw one, two, and three neatly arranged in front of him, he felt an incomparable sense of intimacy in his heart.

"This is what I do best. Iron Face said smugly in his heart.

Finally, Iron Face couldn't help the emotions he loved in his heart, and carried the huge iron coffin behind him, just like a schoolchild carrying a small schoolbag to school, and happily took his steps.

"One, two, three...... One two three...... One, two, three, ......" his mouth happily recited the three numbers he was most familiar with and the most kind, and the steps under his feet stepped out of the same rhythm.

It was like a song, with the sun shining on my head and the flowers smiling at me......

The amazing thing is that every time Iron Face steps on the squares with one, two, and three squares, there will be new one, two, and three squares in the next direction, one after another.

Unconsciously, Iron Face walked out seven or eight feet away, the avenue was straight, and there was no interference from the digital maze.

The Qingyan monk and the bald man behind Iron Face were both dumbfounded when they looked at Iron Face's back.

At this moment, there seems to be a halo behind the iron face, which is enviable.

"I went, such a profound digital maze was solved by a fool who could only count one, two, three. Is this the script of Providence? As a professional servant, I said that I could not understand it and expressed my dissatisfaction. The Thousand-Faced Ghost grumbled in his heart.

In fact, how does the Thousand-Faced Ghost know that the "iron-faced fool" in his heart, the efforts he once made to learn "One, Two, Three" are not as good as the Thousand-Faced Ghost's love for acting, and even more than that.

The bald man on the side looked at it and laughed.

"Hahaha. Or does my iron-faced brother have a way, isn't this the way to break the formation? Learning this thing is enough to graduate from elementary school. The bald man said happily.

Seeing that Iron Face had solved the problem of the Nine Numbers Labyrinth in a one-two-three method, the inferiority complex that the bald man had just exposed was instantly buried in the deepest part of his heart.

Perhaps, if the bald man is given another chance to go to school, he will definitely work hard to learn every day and be a diligent and hard-working schoolboy.

"What are you looking for? Let's just follow him. "Qingyan Monk" said loudly.

"Yes, right envoy. The bald man hurriedly responded.

The two of them followed closely behind Iron Face, like three schoolchildren on their way to school, all the way straight forward.

Study hard and make progress every day.

......

Sure enough, the three of them did not encounter the interference of the digital maze along the way.

That's the power of knowledge!

Happy Teacher's Day!