In the most lively teahouse in Beijing, it was unusually quiet at this time. Even the storytellers, singers, and musicians all strangely stopped eating, and they all crowded to the door of the teahouse and looked up at the sky.

There was a huge gray and black thing in the sky, as thin as a cicada's wings, but no matter which direction it looked, it was a large square piece of paper.

At this time, it was dark on the paper, there was no sun or light, and only the great river and the city-state could be faintly seen.

The sound of the instrument that I have never heard before is melodious and graceful, flowing calmly with the faint river. The next moment, the pitch changed sharply, and the paper suddenly became bright!

Countless star-like lights outline the outline of the building, one after the other, like a continuous sea of light illuminating the whole world. The river reflected the light on the bank, and the river turned into a star in an instant.

The scholar in the teahouse slammed his mouth, only to feel that a thousand lines of poetry were pouring into his mouth, and he couldn't choose which sentence was the best for a while. After smacking for a long time, he could only squeeze out a dry sentence: "Is this the galaxy above our heads?" ”

An old scholar with a long beard next to him replied, "I'm afraid it's almost inseparable." This kind of spark, the old man has lived half his life, and he has never seen it. If it weren't for gods and Buddhas, who would have such great power? ”

Someone snorted coldly: "If there are gods and Buddhas, how come they have never seen them in that portrait?" ”

"Who are we? Don't think that if you read a few books by yourself, you are not a mortal fetus who eats in the ground. The old scholar shouted, "How can the gods and Buddhas be easily seen? ”

"Didn't Jingli say that the king of Yunzhong County had ascended to become an immortal? If the gods and Buddhas can't be seen, then what is the king of the clouds? The man in the first place laughed, "Are you a sinner who has been caught by the gods and Buddhas and asked about sin?" ”

Speaking of the king of Yunzhong, several people chatting glanced at each other, but they all stopped talking.

For those of them who were born and raised in Beijing, the words are more important, and the king of Yunzhong can be regarded as they grew up. Since he returned to Beijing, he has always met once or twice a year. Look at the face is to look at the familiar person.

Even if you are an acquaintance, you will never think that he is a vicious person.

But looking at his appearance now, except for the day of his ascension, he really doesn't look like an immortal.

Whose immortal has messy short hair?

The storyteller glanced over here several times before he said, "Yes...... That was originally a heavenly fairy child, and if he did something wrong, he was called back by the heavenly elders to be punished. The punishment is to be suffered, but the identity is also real. ”

The long-bearded scholar breathed a sigh of relief and arched his hand at him: "Sir is right. ”

"Take a good look at the Immortal Residence, what are you talking about the King of Yunzhong?" There was a man with a big waist and a round waist who slapped the table, "If you don't look at it, get out of here, don't argue with your grandfather here!" ”

He had a long knife in his hand, and at first glance he looked like a reckless man licking blood and eating food. The crowd didn't dare to speak again, but watched quietly.

This immortal residence, it is estimated that you can only look at it once in your life. It's time to take a closer look.

As the music fades, the picture seems to come to an end.

Their gaze reached the stratus clouds again, and they could clearly see the dazzling sunlight behind the clouds and the buildings standing in the clouds. This time, there was a strangely shaped carriage in the clouds, and it was coming in the clouds.

The music stops, and the picture turns from bright to black.

“…… Will it still be bright? ”

"No, just like the day the king of the clouds ascended, there will be no more pictures when it becomes this transparent gray and black."

As soon as these words came out, a sigh suddenly sounded in the teahouse.

Although I can't go to the immortal mansion in my life, I can't ask for it, but it's good to see more. Although the scene was almost completely different from what was written in those books. But the abode of the gods, where can mortals think of it?

The difference shows that it is a real immortal, not a liar! A few more glances can really add a little more blessing!

Kyori was lively again, but the palace was still silent.

Lin Shu stood in the palace of Qinzheng, wearing a snow-white prison robe, and was looking at people with his mouth closed.

Yang Yiheng retracted his gaze and slowly picked up the tea: "You are in the suppression of the prison, but you are doing well." ”

"Your Majesty Lao bothered, no one tortured the ministers." Lin Yu said.

He invited himself to be imprisoned, and he was the commander of the Pacification Division, and there was no torture order from the Son of Heaven himself, and the Tiqi below was very polite to him.

"I don't know when the Zhenfu Prison was this kind of place to raise people." Yang Yiheng snorted coldly, "One or two went in, and they all came out." ”

"The minister is young and does not dare to slack off all day long, and he can withstand the cold of the underground prison." Lin Shu said calmly, "Others...... Just put it in, and it's already torment. ”

Yang Yiheng's eyes lit up: "Lin Yu!" Don't think I can't hear what you're trying to say! ”

Lin Yu arched his hand and said, "The minister doesn't dare." ”

"I think you dare!"

Yang Yiheng raised his hand indignantly, and the teacup took off his hand and smashed directly to Lin Yu's feet. The hot tea splashed and soaked half of his trouser legs.

The thin cloth was drenched in water and clung to the skin and flesh of the calf, and it instantly became red. Lin Shu did not move, only bowed his head obediently.

Yang Yiheng gritted his teeth: "Where did you get him?" ”

Lin Shu bowed his head and did not answer.

"Speak!"

"I don't know."

"I don't know, right?" Yang Yiheng narrowed his eyes, "Lin Shu, you said that if something happened to your group of friends, would he know?" ”

Lin Shu raised his head, looked at the young man with a distorted gaze on the first seat, and still said, "I don't know." ”

"You live and die together in Northern Xinjiang, how can you not know?" Yang Yiheng said softly, "He is always soft-hearted, and he can't see anyone suffering because of him." ”

"Your Majesty knows it, so why should you ask me?" Lin Shu replied lightly, "His Highness Yunzhong lost his father at a young age and his mother at a young age, and only a few friends were willing to send a pot of hot wine when he was sick and difficult. If something happens to his friends, His Highness will blame himself for coming to Yunzhong. He may come back, or he may wish he was dead. ”

Lin Shu paused, and then said: "Your Majesty, when His Highness Yunzhong was in the suppression of the prison, he was bent on death. ”

Yang Yiheng was stunned and blurted out: "I didn't want to kill him!" I just want to...... Scare him. ”

Lin Shu hung his head again.

Yang Yiheng didn't want to see him at all: "Get out!" ”

"Obey." Lin bowed his hand and turned away.

Yang Yiheng stared at his back, watching Lin Shu go all the way to the sky under the bright tile, and gradually disappeared again.

He raised his eyes to look at Mingwa, who had regained his composure, and thought to himself, "Brother Jia, you seem to be sick.

And I thought, "If you lose your father, I will lose it." If you don't have a mother, so will I. But why do you have so many friends who are willing to die for you? We're supposed to be the closest people......

Brother Jia, only we can feel each other's pain in this world. Only we can keep each other warm.

How can you ...... Looking at others?

……

Jing Changjia didn't know anything about what happened in the Hongchao, and his life was really busy.

Waves of energy poured into the system, which in turn used a portion of the energy for his nerve repair. In recent times, his hands have become extremely nimble. So he asked his family to bring him a laptop and got to work on the task at hand.

There were seven or eight books of ghost drawing talismans, and he had to enter them himself. The calculation idea has been stuck for several days, no one can help him, and he can only seek a breakthrough on his own. When I was admitted to university, I didn't study mathematics, so now I have a lot of papers that need to be revised.

On top of that, he wanted to transfer to the math department and was discharged before the start of the semester. These things have to be solved by himself, and he really has no time to think about an old man who has not been seen for a few months, and will not be seen for decades in the future.

Yang Heng was full of interest in what his brother was busy with, with his little brain, he really couldn't make up for his brother who had been in a coma for more than a year, and he had something to do when he woke up. So as soon as he saw Jing Changjia turn on the computer, he ran over like a puppy.

"Brother, what are you going to fight! I'll help you! ”

"You don't understand." Jing Changjia opened a ghost drawing talisman, only glanced at it a few times, and began to type it with his fingers.

"Underestimate me. I've been admitted to your high school too! Yang Heng snorted a few times, and was about to look at his brother's screen.

At this glance, my brain was dizzy: "What are these all about?" High numbers? ”

"Algebraic Geometry." Jing Changjia casually explained, "On nonsingular projective algebraic clusters, any Hodge class is a rational linear combination of the upper cohomology class. ”

Yang Heng: "......"

Yang Heng was sluggish: "Huh? ”

"You don't understand, do you? I haven't figured it out yet. Jing Changjia said, "This dark cloud is not very easy to handle." ”

In the future, he has been exposed to many mathematical problems that have been successfully used and have long been the default formulas in textbooks. In his education in the welfare institution, he was also asked to calculate some weak mathematical conjectures on his own.

He was by no means an ordinary student who had no clue about the solution, nor was he an inexperienced math newcomer. But now in the face of this well-known millennial problem, he feels a sense of powerlessness that he can't write for a long time.

“…… Maybe I'm going in the wrong direction. Jing Changjia muttered, "But this should be correct in the front, and the idea is the same as that of Professor Wilson in the mathematics annual report." ”

Maybe he could try writing an email to talk to the professor about it. Or perhaps...... If he completely abandons this idea, he will not necessarily get a new answer.

Yang Heng saw that his brother was deep in thought, so he honestly stepped aside and stopped arguing.

And a voice in his brother's head asked, "Maybe the host needs a psychotropic potion?" ”

Jing Changjia's eyes lit up: "You took this away?" ”

"Nope. But the system energy can mimic the effectiveness of psychotropic drugs. The system said, "Don't forget that the Universal Interoperability System is a system that helps the host grow and learn." Everything related to this, the system can provide. ”

"And what do I have to give?" Jing Changjia asked.

"Please live stream well and absorb energy to restore system function as soon as possible." The system says.