"The study of the I Ching is not about skin color and nationality, but about which direction of the attack is facing. With the development of modern science, the study of the I Ching, which has been subject to academic disintegration, is struggling, and how to construct new content that conforms to the concept of contemporary society is the key. However, in the age of the Internet, the lack of literature will no longer appear, and whoever contributed to the study of the I Ching can still distort and deny the fact that the Chinese nation is the originator? ”

The reporters looked at each other, this person's temper was quite big, and there were also reporters whispering, there was really no sense of humor at all, these are just theories, who wouldn't talk about it, and there was no actual verification. If the I Ching were so magical, there would be no Industrial Revolution in Britain!

However, the people attending the meeting broke out into deafening applause, all praising Zhou Xuan in their hearts.

Bu Jiazhuo was anxious when he heard this, and beckoned Yu Jiangzhou to come up and translate what he was talking about. Yu Jiangzhou compared the gourd to draw a scoop, said a rough idea, and also made the old man happy.

There are more media in the afternoon, but this is not the scene of the press conference, Zhou Xuan has said in advance, and it can be recorded, but he needs to be agreed before he can ask questions.

Several more I Ching experts took the stage to speak, and also mentioned some new theories, but they were far-fetched and difficult to establish.

Zhou Xuan tried his best to only do translation work, and when the day ended, his voice was hoarse, and he was surrounded by reporters when he went out, and he was disappointed to have bodyguards, so he squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the consulate.

Here, reporters don't dare to break in easily, and they go home disappointed. However, after going back, they were all preparing press releases, and the central figure was naturally Zhou Xuan.

"Miao Miao, unhappy?" Back in the room, Zhou Xuan asked with concern.

"Alas, it's like this again, it's completely out of control." Miao Lin looked worried.

"Nothing is out of control, the person who wants to keep an eye on me, even if he hides in the corner, has a pair of eyes. Miao Miao, tomorrow is free speaking time, let's not go, I'll take you to relax. Zhou Xuan said.

"But ......"

"Anyway, there are bodyguards with us, we can go to the observatory and the British Museum." Zhou Xuan suggested.

"I don't have the heart!"

"The reporters are all waiting at the hotel, and no one is paying attention when we go out."

"Okay."

Miao Lin finally agreed, and Zhou Xuan chatted with her and walked in the courtyard, all in order not to let her be affected by the news on the Internet. In the Internet era, news is always the first to appear in the public eye.

"The Magical Civilization from the East", "The Explanation of Cosmic Algebra", "The Wisdom of Top Thoughts", "The Younger Trend of I Ching Research", etc., are all more serious reports, but without exception, each news item is accompanied by a photo of Zhou Xuan.

The report is rigorous, but the comments are open, Zhou Xuan finally realized what cyber violence is, and everyone knows very little about this set of mysterious theories. There are also people who check on the Internet, saying that they can't stand it, and they don't understand what they're talking about at all. How could such an obscure book still circulate? It is no wonder that the participants are older, most of them are more skeptical, and a few are attacking and ridiculing with a learning attitude.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuan was inevitably upset and simply didn't think about it.

Things didn't go well when he went out to play, and as soon as Zhou Xuan's car stopped near the observatory, he saw staff whispering and someone walking towards him.

"Drive." Miao Lin immediately ordered, and when he was far away, he said dissatisfiedly: "I really don't understand, why the people of the Astronomical Society also know our whereabouts." It's an honor for ordinary people, but it's not necessarily a good thing for you. ”

"Maybe it's just a purely academic discussion. Don't get angry, let's go to the museum, where there are countless collections, enough for us to spend time. Zhou Xuan comforted.

However, when I arrived, for some reason, the museum was closed today! Standing outside, a word flashed in Zhou Xuan's mind, everything is not going well!

"Let's go back." Miao Lin said.

"I heard that sitting on the London Eye is equivalent to walking all over London, why don't you experience it?" Zhou Xuan persuaded again.

Looking at the man who wanted to make himself happy, Miao Lin felt a warm current in his heart, hid all his worries, and changed his smile, "Don't go, it's dangerous, something happened above, and I can't tell whether it's a human or an accident." ”

Seeing that Zhou Xuan was a little disappointed, Miao Lin thought about it, pointed to the front and said, "Why don't we go to the Museum of Modern Art, I heard that there are exhibitions in the three main halls today, so you can feast your eyes." ”

"Great idea!"

Here, well-known artists from all over the world often present their creations. Coming to the front, Zhou Xuan was still very surprised, the people here are shuttling like weaving, and young people account for a large proportion, could it be that the level of appreciation of art by the British has tended to be younger?

If that's the case, it's remarkable.

There were some promotional brochures in the hall, and Zhou Xuan saw a familiar face, Mo Shi!

"Mr. Mo Shi has come to open an exhibition? It's famous enough to be so popular abroad. Being in a foreign land, seeing familiar faces, Zhou Xuan felt very kind.

"Don't be happy yet, these people are not here for Mo Shi." Miao Lin reminded.

Indeed, Mo Shi's exhibition hall is in No. 3, and the direction in which everyone is rushing is No. 2. Out of curiosity, Zhou Xuan still followed the pace of those people and hurried to the second exhibition hall.

From time to time, exclamations were heard, and every voice was full of excitement. Zhou Xuan saw an entrance similar to a space-time tunnel appear in front of him, the brilliance flowed, and after the person entered, he couldn't see a trace, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Teleportation Circle?

Zhou Xuan was the first to think of this, but Miao Lin's words pulled him back to reality, "Oh, it turned out to be a digital exhibition." ”

The so-called digital art is the cooperation between artists and computer technicians, using modern means to express the artist's soul world, and the effect is more direct and very shocking.

Holding hands with Miao Lin also entered the time tunnel, the two wandered in the river of light, the low-hanging fruits within reach, and the small animals running and playing. A little sika deer suddenly ran to a little boy, the little boy was startled at first, and then let out a cheer and ran happily after the little sika deer.

There are also fixed scenes for visitors to take pictures, you can wear a glittering crown with a light dot skirt, and you can also ride a tall horse, so that everyone who takes pictures gets great satisfaction.

Zhou Xuan and Miao Lin also sat on the chairs and left a beautiful group photo in the imitation swing scene.

There are also a lot of people in the first exhibition hall, 3D three-dimensional painting, just enter the hall to see the abyss, some abrupt standing stones in the middle, people really seem to have come to a desperate situation, stepping on the standing stones nervous passage.

The flying colorful birds, the fish jumping out of the water, the shape is realistic, Zhou Xuan watched it with relish, he forgot to step on the standing stone negligently, and "stepped on the air" with one foot, and he exhaled in surprise, which made Miao Lin giggle.

Finally saw Miao Lin smiling happily, Zhou Xuan was also happy in his heart, and the trip was in vain, taking her to visit carefully, and finally the two rushed to the No. 3 exhibition hall to meet old friends.