Into the Immortal Cultivation

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The practice has no years, and the cold never knows the year. The cultivators have long years and are not very sensitive to time units like "years". However, with the development of Xiandao, the speed of cultivation of the practitioners is also accelerating. For elite disciples, the three realms of the "world of mankind" are only thirty to fifty years old. Therefore, low-level monks still pay great attention to the festival. On this day, Chen Feng and others went away late.

When Wang Qi returned to Wanfamen, it was already late at night. On the way, only the moonlight shines on the alley. But when he returned to Wanfamen station, he was surprised to find that it was brightly lit.

Although Liu Yunxiang is a monk of Jindan, his living habits are no different from those of ordinary people, and the lights should be turned off very early here. Wang Qi felt a little strange, pushed open the door, and found that everyone outside Shenjing's outer gate was staying in the courtyard. They were still talking about something quietly. But after Wang Qi came in, the entire courtyard was quiet.

Wang Qi is not used to this battle. He looked at the center of the courtyard and found that Deacon Liu Yunxiang was standing in the center of the courtyard with a tea cup. He hurried over and asked, "Uncle Liu, what's wrong?"

Wang Qi's "Master Uncle" shook Liu Yunxiang's hand, and the tea almost overflowed. He stared blankly at Wang Qi before taking out an envelope from his arms. The wax seal on the envelope is intact and has not been opened. Wang Qi took over with some doubt and glanced: "Fusang branch altar station ... Qianji Pavilion?"

Qianji Pavilion? Have I bought an institution or calculator recently? The design of the calculator? I exchanged those gadgets directly in Xianmeng?

Oh oh, I cut a random butterfly in the office before. Chen Feng said he would pay for it. But it was n’t me who paid ...

Wang Qiwu wondered, but Liu Yunxiang was impatient. He said in expectation: "Take it apart?"

Upon hearing the word "demolition", a circle of Wan Famen disciples moved their footsteps unconsciously, approaching Wang Qi, and forming a circle.

Wang Qiyun used the sky entropy to heat and melt the wax seal, then shook the envelope a few times and took out a red post.

"Invitation?" Wang Qi looked at the gilded characters on the cover of the invitation and wrote "The Feast of the Instrument". Wang Qi realized this, the awards ceremony of the Fields Award.

In Shenzhou, mathematics is called "the device of seeking Tao", and one of the highest awards of Taoism is also called "the reward of Taoism." It's just that the Taoist reward only rewards young monks in the Jindan period, so the gold content is slightly lower than the Fields Prize.

The weight of Gödel's complete theorem is definitely enough to win the Taoist reward, and the only variable is that even the Grand Master does not approve of this result.

Seeing Wang Qi not expressing anything, Huang Fulian was anxious: "Why are you not surprised?"

Wang Qi couldn't always say that this was planned by the buyer, and a few months ago, Senior Ceng Sheng Feng told him. He said quietly: "It's not settled yet."

Liyue said in shock: "Are you sure you can get the Taoist reward?"

She originally thought it was just to invite Wang Qi to watch the ceremony. For ordinary disciples, even watching the ceremony is a great honor.

"Not sure, half and half?" It's really bad. Suanjun has surpassed his peers on the earth, and the Going School on the side of the Owner has achieved the results that the Göttingen School has not achieved because of his intervention. He could not judge the outcome of this debate.

Wang Qi wanted to put away the invitation, but he found that the invitation was like a magnet, attracting everyone's attention. He then handed the invitation to Fu Xiao, who was closest to him, "Do you want to see?"

Fu Xiao instinctively wanted to reach out to pick it up, but quickly withdrew his hand, as if looking at a hot snack: "This and this ... not good? Brother, you, you keep it for yourself ..."

Wang Qi took the invitation for a contest: "What do you commemorate, if you win the prize, the prize still has the value of commemoration, what does this keep doing?"

Wang Qi's attitude of handing it out without looking at the invitation was completely free, and many people secretly admired it, and of course, let a few people hold him up. However, the invitation was like a gorgeous gemstone, which firmly attracted everyone's attention.

When the invitation circled around in the hands of everyone, Ping Bai had an extra cash register before passing it back to Wang Qi. Wang Qi put away the invitation and went back to the room before carefully watching the content on the invitation.

"Can I bring one or two companions?"

The next day, Wang Qi said this to Chen Feng and Chen Youjia, and asked: "I can take two more people here, can you go?"

Chen Feng first shook his head: "In the field of mathematics, I will not blend in. And that day you will definitely be regarded as a nail in the eyes of about half of your peers. I am not skinny and welcome. I will be beaten most of the time when I stand next to you. "

Chen Youjia was also somewhat moved, but after hearing Chen Feng's words, she shook her head: "Don't go."

Wang Qi is a little strange: "Is your father not the head of Wanfa School? Who dares to hit you?"

"Her dad would do it myself ... Okay, I won't say it." Chen Feng changed the subject under Chen Yujia's hostility: "Seriously, I have similar reasons for not going. When it comes to a little freedom, someone on this occasion will certainly persuade me to go back. You ca n’t help but listen to some people ’s words. It ’s really annoying. ”

Wang Qi seemed to understand, but probably knew the situation of the two people opposite. He said: "It seems that I can only ask Shen Jing's colleagues whether they can go."

In the end, Wang Qi chose the two people he knew best, Huang Fulian and Mo Zhenzhen.

Although the gold content of the Taoist Rewards may not be as great as the Fields Award of Wang Qi ’s previous life, Xianmeng is a scientific research institution, and it strongly supports this attitude of academia. The wealth of Daoqi rewards even far behind the Nobel Prize of the earth-with the invitation, there is also a dedicated spirit boat!

This is equivalent to picking up a nominee with a special plane!

Mo Zhenzhen stood on the deck, looking at the diminishing Shenjing in disbelief. And Huang Fulian stood at the head of the pile, looking into the distance with excitement.

Taoist reward!

The two of them stayed in the most remote place of the Wanfa Gate since they entered the Dao. They did n’t even have the opportunity to go to the gate before going out and building their foundations. Now, have they had the opportunity to participate in such events?

Compared with the two who could not calm down, Wang Qi sat on the top of the boat and began to imagine the scene of Fuso.

The extension of the Divine Continental Shelf, the largest island on the planet, and the holy place of ancient demon civilization, the place where the holy place of the West Sea Dragon exists.

What does it look like?

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