Wasn't this neuropathy approached by the Chinese Academy of Sciences to study the universal proof algorithm of the four-color conjecture, and when was it released?

Hey, wait, no, I'm not taking the elementary school exam, how can this neuropathy be-Meng Siao was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, and realized that he didn't know when he had been promoted to university.

Whether it is this classroom, or the neurotic in front of him whose IQ is so high that he has no friends, and his body at this moment, all show that he is already a fake college student.

"This ...... Could it be a memory regression?" This kind of scene and the inexplicable changes in his body made Meng Siao finally recall that when he saw the first scene, the whole person was a God's perspective floating in the air.

And this should just be his thoughts, his memory, his consciousness, his deity should still be in the Wenqu Pavilion of the Jingshi of the Great Departure Dynasty, but I don't know for what reason, the memories before the crossing began to be traced back one by one.

Thinking of this, Meng Siao was not polite, picked up the white scroll on the table, walked to the podium, and sat down: "Old car, tell you something, you definitely can't think of it." ”

"Anything else I can't think of?" the middle-aged man glanced at him and said with a smile, "Tell me, if you can scare me, please eat a month's rice bowl." ”

"I'm telling you, I'm so crossed!" Meng Siao lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious.

The middle-aged man laughed: "They all say that I am neurotic, I think you are even more neurotic than me - less ghostly, help me do the project." In two months, I'm going to report to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and they asked me to do some kind of universal proof algorithm for the four-color conjecture, you say these people are boring......"

He wasn't able to finish his words, because the scene around him didn't know when it would change again.

Meng Siao looked at the empty air around him, smiled faintly, stretched, jumped off the bed, and walked outside the dormitory.

The dormitory building is still so old, and the two sycamores in front of the building that can only be embraced by three or four people are full of greenery. Time seems to have flickered to summer, and Meng Siao vaguely remembers that this scene seems to be the day he and a group of brothers went to take graduation photos.

The whole campus is full of a kind of love called reluctance and parting, and you can see young figures wearing bachelor's hats and taking photos in various places everywhere.

"Lao Meng, congratulations, we can continue to mix for three years, we don't have this opportunity. He was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

"Lao Meng is a man who wants to become a Saint Seiya, and you underestimate him too much for three years. Meng Siao turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the other five people in the dormitory during his college years.

"Lao Meng, take it easy, don't be like the old car, in the end, his IQ was so high that he had no friends, and he was arrested by the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the name of research. ”

"When will you get an academician, remember to make a phone call with your brother, and we can brag to others when we go out in the future - our brother is an academician, and we used to be a cultural person! Hahahaha!"

Meng Siao smiled toothily and nodded happily: "Definitely, even if I cross over, I won't forget to report to you." ”

Before he could finish his words, the scene in front of him changed again.

In the room, a number of computers, fans constantly make a "buzzing" sound, several young men and women in white coats, are running back and forth, holding a pen in one hand, and a large notebook in the other, which is densely recorded a series of numbers.

"Has the time span jumped here...... Meng Siao looked down at the same white coat on his body, and shook his head with some nostalgia, "It seems that the memory regression is coming to an end." I don't know how this kind of memory can suddenly be traced, does it have anything to do with what Master Cen said, 'Thoughts are clear, and one step is attained'?"

As he was muttering to himself, a burst of cheers suddenly rang out in the room: "Success! The first terminal of the atomic computer, the real yàn, succeeded!"

Then, a middle-aged man's joyful voice also sounded: "Let's clean up, I'll treat you in the evening, and everyone have a good time! This is a great joy, our research has finally found a breakthrough!"

Meng Siao's chest was punched, and when he looked up, the person in his sight was the scientific research maniac brother in his memory who had never had a girlfriend at the age of thirty.

"Old Meng, it's a success! You kid, laugh a little! This is a great joy!" the senior brother laughed and patted him twice on the shoulder.

"Yes, a great event. Meng Siao looked at him and grinned.

He felt his consciousness suddenly withdraw from the body in his memory, returning to his original perspective of God.

The picture in his field of vision was finally frozen.

It was the scene of several of them laughing and leaving the real room, the young man and woman and the middle-aged bald pudgy tutor, the backs of infinite joy.

Then, the picture crumbled.

In the "Righteous Qi Hall", Meng Siao, who was motionless and like a soul wandering in the world, suddenly shook his whole body, and his originally empty eyes gradually reflected a blazing look.

"Sure enough, it's a memory regression......" He looked at his hands and smiled bitterly.

Then, he raised his head, and what he saw was a stunned, shocked, and wooden face, even Master Cen and the two great Confucians of Wenqu Pavilion were all like this.

"Uh......" He thought for a moment, and realized that the expressions of these people should be related to the changes that occurred in his body when his memory was recalled.

Thinking of this, he immersed himself in his body and began to investigate it carefully.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, but it scared him so much that he almost peed his pants.

In his body, where his heart is, there are no blood vessels or meridians to be seen. The place of his heart has become a kingdom, a kingdom that exists in his body!

In this country, his heart has become the **** sun, shining in all directions, in the country, high-rise buildings are lined up, traffic on the ground is endless, planes pass by in the sky from time to time, and on the sea, a giant ship of 10,000 tons is sailing across the ocean.

This country is no different from the world before he crossed over. In other words, this kingdom is a projection of the world before he traveled!

If this is not scary enough, then the things condensed in the Tianlun acupoint at the center of his eyebrows are really even scared to pee on him, the master!

In the Tianlun acupoint at the center of his eyebrows, Meng Siao saw a "classic"!

That's right, that's the Confucian treasure that can only be condensed when the "Haoran Righteousness" is accumulated to the extreme, and it is also the only criterion for a person to be promoted to a "Great Confucian"!

The moment he saw this "classic", Meng Siao finally understood why these people, including the three great Confucians, had that kind of expression-

A person who doesn't even have "Haoran righteousness", because he inadvertently achieved "mastery of thoughts, one step to the Tao", the result is to condense a large amount of "Haoran righteousness", not to mention, but also directly condensed a "classic"!

This matter, even when Meng Siao saw this "classic" for the first time, he had a feeling that his legs were weak and he was about to be scared to pee.

He is like this himself, let alone everyone else!

However, after he carefully studied this "classic" of his eyebrows Tianlun acupoint, Meng Siao finally couldn't hold back, and scolded directly with a sentence of ""-

"Classics" are indeed "classics", and they are also condensed by "Haoran righteousness", which is enough to prove that he was already a great Confucian of Confucianism at this time.

But!

What does the word "edification" mean on the cover of this "classic"? Moreover, although this "classic" is condensed, Meng Siao does not feel any breath of power from it at all.

On the contrary, the milky white "Haoran Righteousness" next to this "classic" still contains a trace of strength.

What the hell is this about?

Play with me?!