It's like the third year of high school, fighting with the test papers every day, the unfinished test questions, the blanks that are not satisfied, and the test papers piled up on the table can bury people in it. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info However, as I wrote, I became obsessed with it. As I write, I feel like I can't stop.

Luo Xiaotian was already addicted to solving problems and couldn't extricate himself.

Ask the lines of the first section of the bridge, say not much, say less and not a lot, I haven't counted them carefully, and connect them one by one, only to know that there were originally a total of sixty-four lines. All of them are connected to form eight lines that run through the first section of the Wendao Bridge.

And these lines seem to be arranged according to a certain law, if you can explore the law, you probably don't need to think too much, you can directly connect them all in one go.

But Luo Xiaotian has not been able to explore the law until the end. I had to explore them one by one, and it was easy to reach the last one, but I couldn't solve it no matter how I thought about it. No matter what he thought, there was no solution. It's like when solving a math problem, the mind has reached a dead end, and I can't think of anything I can't think of.

If you encounter such a situation in the third year of high school, there are no more than two ways, or do something else to make your mind clear, or ask others to figure out the idea of solving the problem.

But here, neither approach will work. He didn't have time to waste, but he just connected the lines of the first section of the Dao Bridge, and it was already at the right time (23:00), and according to the increase in difficulty, even if it was dawn, he couldn't get out.

He was the only one here, and those who went on the bridge before didn't know where they were, and they couldn't see anyone, and they couldn't ask.

Luo Xiaotian has already solved the problem in a daze.

The lines on these bridges, in his eyes, are not ordinary two lines. The lines from the previous connections were all mixed in his mind, and the lines seemed to come alive, scurrying around like a snake, messing up the picture in his mind, and even the two lines in front of his eyes that gave him a headache were blurred, and everything was messed up.

Luo Xiaotian didn't have the time to correct those messy divergent thoughts, when the brain was used excessively, the direction of thinking would always be uncontrollable, divergent thinking was like a wild horse, you never knew what direction you would go in the next moment. In such a situation, it is really not suitable to think about the problem anymore, and if you think forcefully, it will only become more and more chaotic, and in the end, you will even be confused, who knows what you will do.

Unconsciously, Luo Xiaotian's hands were shaking, partly because he was too tired to carve a mark on this bridge, and partly because his brain was too confused, and he didn't know what he was doing.

In the confusion, he seemed to see a curve, I can't say what kind of curve it is, it is completely irregular, the place that should be bent is straight, and the place that should be straight is bent, how awkward it looks.

So, his hands shifted, slowly, holding the short knife, and moved on the stone bridge.

When the mind is confused, people will always be unable to control the force in their hands, this knife is carved, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but the mark engraved on the stone bridge is sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, completely irregular.

As Luo Xiaotian's hand moved slowly, the lines carved by him also reached the end, and the two lines had to be connected.

But just when he was just about to get to the last point, Luo Xiaotian's mind was in chaos, and countless lines appeared on the awkward curve, covering it up, and it was not real. Luo Xiaotian's hand also stopped, and the whole person squatted on the ground in a daze, his head was still messy, and he didn't come back to his senses.

As Luo Xiaotian's hand stopped, the lines carved by him began to fade, as if they were about to dissipate. Even, the lines he carved before began to fade away, and it seemed that it was because of this last line.

Luo Xiaotian's consciousness still hasn't recovered, his consciousness actually entered the sea of consciousness at some point, and a completely different picture appeared in his sea of consciousness.

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Jing Xianling appeared behind the old man, saluted respectfully, and said, "Uncle Cang." ”

The old man didn't look back, but only waved his hand to the Jing Xianling behind him.

Yun Shan brought a cup of tea, leaned in, and said, "Uncle Cang, tea." ”

The old man snorted coldly, glanced back, and said, "This little thing takes so long, and you are still a sect master." ”

Yun Shan could only smile bitterly in his heart, this is already very fast, it takes time to make tea. Moreover, it is the tea of the tea ceremony and the human sub-way, which has always been very time-consuming.

But he only dared to say it in his heart, if he really said it, he didn't know what kind of fame his Uncle Cang should make.

As soon as the old man took the sword leaf tea, as soon as he turned his head, his face changed, and he said cordially (as he thinks): "Nini, come and drink tea, so that you have the spirit to wait." ”

The little girl's eyes were about to open, so it was easy to take the tea from the old man's hand, and took a sip gently, feeling a little bit of mental strength. Then he turned his head to look at the Wendao Bridge, waiting for her Xiaotian brother to come out.

Seeing this, the old man had already scolded Luo Xiaotian in his heart, but he really didn't dare to say that her brother Xiaotian was not good in front of the little girl. It's not good, one sentence makes this good disciple of his own family unwilling to worship himself as a teacher, and until now, Wang Ni has not admitted that she is the apprentice of the old man.

Jing Xianling's eyes fell on the little girl's body in surprise, it was the first time she had seen her own Uncle Cang like this. Uncle Cang has always been a hooligan who is not afraid of heaven and earth, even in front of people with good relationships, he has a nostrils facing the sky, and he has never given anyone a good look. But in front of this little girl, she has such a flattering appearance. What is it about this little girl that makes Uncle Cang treat her like this? Even those who are not born in the sect have probably never seen Uncle Cang like this.

Jing Xianling's gaze fell on Yun Shan, and that look was asking, what the hell is going on?

Yun Shan could only smile bitterly, glancing at Wang Ni slightly.

Jing Xianling was reminded like this, and suddenly thought of something, her eyes flashed, and she looked at the little girl again.

She's ...... A sword-wielding disciple of the Death Sword lineage?

Without waiting for Jing Xianling to be surprised for too long, the old man suddenly sighed lightly and looked up at the Wendao Bridge.

Jing Xianling and Yun Shan also noticed the strange movement of the Dao Bridge, and they both cast their eyes on it.

Wang Ni didn't see any changes, but when she saw that these people all looked solemn, she also knew that there was something wrong with the Daoqiao Bridge. She didn't care how the bridge changed, but her brother Xiaotian was still on the bridge.

The little girl gently tugged at the old man's sleeve.

The old man didn't need to ask much, he knew what the little girl meant, and said: "Ask the Dao Bridge, you can be the same as the heavens." Asking the sky, the Dao pattern is revealed. How many times has it been, and can anyone finally solve the mystery of the Dao Bridge in it?"