"Have you studied mathematics? How good is your level?"
Chu Yao looked at Qian Yinuo and asked.
One hundred and eight space wormholes form a map of the mystery of space.
This is a question of spiritual practice, but also a mathematical problem, the mastery of space and rules.
So Chu Yao asked first.
While asking the question, an inspiration suddenly popped up in Chu Yao's mind - the Wenxiao lineage.
Although today’s martial arts schools also offer math classes, they are just general education and basic mastery is sufficient; there is no requirement for in-depth study.
However, before the dispute between the civil and military schools, the civil school had many mathematics masters.
Many outstanding scientific and technological achievements that emerged in those years, such as communication technology and psychic cannon orbits, would have been impossible to create without a strong enough level of mathematics.
And I have all the "contact information" of the current literary school.
We can pool our wisdom, but we must keep it confidential.
Thinking of this, Chu Yao was a little distracted, but Qian Yinuo's words brought his attention back.
"I've learned it, so you can give it a try. Please give me some questions."
There was an inexplicable glint in her eyes.
Smart people like IQ games. There are two areas of extreme IQ games: scientific research and politics or war.
Although the two cannot communicate with each other, neither is beyond the reach of fools.
As for Qian Yinuo, she was very interested.
Seeing her like this, Chu Yao smiled. This girl's thinking was still that of a "problem-solver".
However, the question about the spatial mystery diagram only has the title and no problem.
"There are only questions on the surface. The problem hasn't even surfaced yet. You need to figure it out."
Chu Yao said with a smile, and then his spiritual will emerged, outlining a picture of the mystery of space in the void.
It was the one that Tang Wuxin had passed on to him before.
One hundred and eight space wormholes are distributed in space in a certain regular form. The ultimate goal is to find the pattern and prove it.
But the solution is unknown.
Chu Yao had comprehended it several times before, but without any results. He just had some ideas of his own.
There are several possibilities.
The first possibility is that this map of the mystery of space should be similar to some kind of space model, and there is an intrinsic relationship between the 108 wormholes.
As long as you master this spatial model, you will have absolute authority over it.
The second possibility is that this diagram of the mysteries of space uses one hundred and eight space wormholes to evolve a certain technique or mystery.
It's like a secret book. After you comprehend it, you will be able to master the method of utilizing the rules of space.
The third possibility is that the 108 space wormholes all exist independently with no connection between them. The rules of each wormhole are different, or in other words, there are no rules at all.
The fourth possibility is that there are one hundred and eight space wormholes in small world No. 0309. Correspondingly, where each wormhole leads to, there are also another one hundred and eight "exits". A single entrance is only connected to a single exit and has no connection with other "entrances".
…
In short, this is an extremely brain-burning job, and you have to find the right one among many possibilities.
And there are no prompts.
This picture...
Qian Yinuo looked at it very seriously, his brows furrowed subconsciously, and he fell into deep thought.
How to say it?
This picture is very complicated and messy, but in a way, it is also beautiful.
This kind of beauty is a personal feeling and taste for aesthetics. In the three-dimensional world, each point is like the stars in the sky.
In the eyes of ordinary people, they may just be ordinary stars that cannot even be named.
But in the eyes of astronomers, they can form constellations rich in artistic conception and imagery.
"I need time."
After looking for a moment, Qian Yinuo's brows were still furrowed, but he raised his head and said something to Chu Yao.
"Um."
"Shall I help you find a three-dimensional sand table and fix it?"
Chu Yao asked.
The disadvantage of not having practiced is that she couldn't use her mental will to outline the pattern, and she couldn't pass it on to her like Tang Wuxin passed it on to her.
"unnecessary."
"I have a photographic memory."
Qian Yinuo said casually, then sat quietly on the chair, holding his chin with both hands, staring at the table in front of him, but his mind had drifted far away.
She entered a state of "deep thinking".
Chu Yao: ...
Awesome.
Is it okay to have a photographic memory?
After thinking about it, Chu Yao didn't disturb her anymore. He stood up gently without making any sound and walked out of the tent.
…
"Liao Xiaoxiao, come here."
Walking out of the tent, Chu Yao found Liao Xiaoxiao.
She had been staying in Yangcheng before, and only came here after the war in the small world was over.
The ten people he brought from the provincial capital each joined several teams to hunt down the remnants of the alien race and carry out combat missions.
Her task is to register all the personnel of the three teams and do some inventory chores.
"Chu Shuai, what's the matter?"
After experiencing the Fang Siping incident, she has basically recovered her normal mentality from her initial panic to now. She has a sense of vitality. After all, a new journey has begun. She feels at peace in her heart and sees hope.
"I need your help to do something."
"The Wenchuan lineage is currently scattered throughout the Northern Frontier Prefecture. We have a list. I want you to contact each person and see if anyone is willing to come to this small world. If there are, let them come and count them first. Don't worry about the transfer procedures, I will take care of it."
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