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"Of course, this is only one possibility, and the point where there is no substance is not necessarily one, but it may be two, three, or even more."

"I don't know how you do math, but in mathematics, there is a concept called algebra, using a symbol instead of a complex whole, so as to reduce the difficulty of calculation, this method, used in this, there is no problem."

Tell me eloquently.

Although he has lived in the Holy Tower for a long time, he has never stopped receiving information from the outside world, and he has read all kinds of humanities and the most cutting-edge intellectual achievements.

When boxing reached his realm, it was no longer a simple boxing technique, but had risen to a realm of heavenly and human changes.

"The difficulty of the matter is also here, I have studied for a long time, and I have determined thirty-three of those points that do not have substance, but this is not enough, there should be a better solution above."

"Theoretically speaking, since the fine hole is a whole, then because there is a point that can take into account the overall situation, as long as the change law of that point is summarized, the position of all the fine holes can be locked with one point."

Zhao Cheng said, and then he told the scene how he determined the method of 33 points.

And this is not so much a martial art as a solution to a mathematical problem.

There is a way that thousands of avenues lead to the same end, if you really think that the cognition of martial arts is in lifting stones and practicing strength, it is a misunderstanding.

Martial arts, in a sense, is similar to the history of the development of human civilization, the lowest is grinding stones, but in the back, it is a nuclear bomb, a space-based weapon, and even a two-way foil super fantasy technology.

But if we look back at the essence of these things, we can trace them back to the earliest times, grinding stones to make tools.

Ground stones are tools, as are two-way foils.

The same is true for the development of martial arts, or the development of the transcendent path, and the method that can truly evolve to the apex of life will definitely take into account all aspects.

Time, in the discussion between the two, passed slowly.

And the people waiting below, from the shock at the beginning, gradually turned into a big star, how come after a blow, there is no movement, the plot doesn't seem right.

According to their understanding, the next plot should be that Zhao Cheng's body was thrown down. But Zhao Cheng and Cang, regardless of what others think, the two discuss the way forward and exchange wisdom, the more they discuss, the more they have a feeling of hating each other.

In this, Zhao Cheng's strength lies in the depth of the background, the breadth, and the wisdom of a hundred kings, in terms of the substantive understanding of the essence hole, Cang is also inferior to him, plus he opened the wisdom lock, in terms of Huiguang inspiration, Cang is not as good as him.

But Cang's advantage lies in standing tall, and he has already stood in a field that is more than the king of the century, and when he looks down from a high place, the perspective of looking at things is naturally completely different.

At the same time, the accumulation of nearly 60 years, and continuous learning, wisdom is also deep in the ocean, and the two of them communicate with each other, which can be said to complement each other to a certain extent.

And this discussion is four days and four nights, and the people below are staring at each other with big eyes, thinking about leaving, but they are afraid of missing something, so they still wait in the end.

As for Zhao Cheng and Cang, they talked about how to destroy the fine hole from the sixty-seven algorithms of the fine hole, so as to achieve the ultimate use of the fine hole, and then even talked about the quantum theory, the possibility of the fine hole, not only that, the ancient yin and yang philosophy, the five elements theory, the heavenly and terrestrial branches, the twenty-four solar terms, all kinds of philosophies, it seems that they can all go to the essence hole, and it seems that they can justify themselves to a certain extent.

Both of them, both of them are truly knowledgeable people, one relies on the spark to come, the other relies on the accumulation of time, and both have allowed their wisdom to reach an extraordinary realm, and with this exchange, it is naturally out of control.

Especially the thirteen heavenly generals who are not far away, at the beginning, they can still understand what the two people say, but after that, they don't understand it more and more.

Let them beat and kill people, and even calm down turmoil, then they are better at each other, but this aspect belongs to their knowledge blind spot.

There is no inevitable connection between the level of boxing and cultural level, and the erudite person may not be a master, and the illiterate can also have peerless martial arts.

And this exchange of theirs, too

One of the truths is revealed, and that is how important it is for spiritual practice to have a person who can be compared.

The reason why one's wisdom is limited is because of limited change.

And the communication between two people with very bright wisdom is like the change of the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi, the whole thing is moving, and when it moves, the possibilities are naturally infinite.

Until four days and four nights later, Zhao Cheng's hundred hours were about to end, and the time of his arrival was noon, and at this time, it had already entered the evening.

When the glimmer of the setting sun shone on the holy tower and on Zhao Cheng's body, Zhao Cheng's voice suddenly stopped.

He sat cross-legged, stood upright, and came to the edge of the Holy Tower, looking down on the world.

In the twilight of the setting sun, the whole world seems to be dyed with a sad tone, and the city in the distance, the twilight clouds, carry a sense of dreamy bubbles.

"Are you leaving?"

Cang said.

Four days and four nights of communication, with his realm, his wisdom, naturally glimpsed something, but he never mentioned it.

For him, it doesn't matter what Zhao Cheng's origin is or what his identity is, he can feel that Zhao Cheng's heart is sincere, a sincere heart to seek the truth.

And that's enough.

After four days of talking, in his heart, Zhao Cheng has become a friend, or a friend. As a friend, why is it necessary to pursue the past of a friend?

As for Zhao Cheng, he didn't say where he came from, also because there was no need, after a hundred hours, everything would dissipate like a dream, what difference did he make between him and not saying it?

For Cang, he also recognized that this is a real sense, extremely attractive person, and a real strong person.

Not because of the power, but because of the heart.

"The time has come, but I'll be back, and we'll continue this unfinished discussion then."

"Maybe one day, we can really see each other!"

Zhao Cheng said, but he inexplicably thought of the new opening sentence that appeared after setting the extradimensional contract, and then simulating the summary again:

The nuclear wars of the twentieth century destroyed civilization, and the savior ordained by the Emperor of Heaven did not bring peace until the real savior appeared.

As a slave, he stole the Nantian Holy Boxing, and synthesized all kinds of boxing techniques to create the strongest Cangtian Tyrant Boxing.

With the peerless force of the king of the century, he ended the troubled times and unified the world, divided into 17 districts, and the civilization has prospered since then.

It is even more than breaking the human life limit, and it will not die at the age of 200.

Until the end comes, the sun is extinguished, and the speed of the passage of life and vitality of all life has increased greatly, at first ordinary people, and then there are martial arts powerhouses.

In the end, even the invincible Cang came to the end.

The end of the world, the last human in the world, sat alone on the throne, looking down on the dead world, looking down at his own dead empire, and let out an unwilling roar.

He punched the sky, the sky collapsed, condensed into a fist seal, immortal for thousands of years!

......

In Zhao Cheng's thoughts, in the glow of the setting sun, the world in front of him dissipated like a cloud of smoke.