While stroking his beard, Lu Zhou looked at Si Wuya who had just knelt down and said, "If you can answer me, I will accept you as my teacher."

"..."

Si Wuya's heart trembled and he felt a chill running down his spine.

According to the previous rhythm and routine, the master and the old man have already been fighting each other with fists and kicks. They have no time to deal with these so-called problems. Si Wuya is also confused about Lu Zhou's attitude.

Everyone watching the excitement was also frightened by Lu Zhou's words.

If you dare to say this, you are very confident in yourself, and at the same time, you are putting pressure on Zusi Wuya.

Si Wuya didn't dare to speak or even raise his head.

Luzhou Fusu thought for a while.

As a time traveler, he can definitely come up with some calculus, world-class mathematical problems, various famous conjectures, etc. But he feels that it is meaningless. Apart from crushing IQ, it does not seem to have a very good educational significance.

A teacher is someone who preaches, learns and resolves doubts.

After thinking for a while, Lu Zhou said: "Qiu Ye heard that those who have a country and a family are not worried about being few but about inequality... If I only have eight weapons, how can I divide them equally among you?"

Si Wuya was startled.

Don't know how to answer.

Everyone also looked at each other in shock.

How to distribute eight weapons to nine disciples?

How to equalize?

If the weapon is disassembled, do you still call it a weapon?

If you kill one, can you still call it an equal share?

"Answer me."

Lu Zhou's voice dropped and he looked down at Si Wuya.

This question seemed to be just to embarrass Si Wuya, but in the eyes of the people around him, it seemed that it was more than that.

It seems to have a deeper meaning.

Does he dare to answer?

Want to rebel and become a master?

"Everything is born, and everything has its origin... Then what is the origin of this world?" Lu Zhou asked.

As soon as this question came up.

Si Wuya trembled all over.

Lu Zhou's voice deepened again: "Answer me."

"..."

Can this be called a problem?

Several old men in the Elderly Pavilion kept shaking their heads.

Not to mention Si Wuya alone, no one else can answer the question.

Many years ago, some people did raise such questions in the world of spiritual practice. However, the explanations were all ambiguous and universally applicable. When the theories of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism began to exist, they had long been aimed at similar questions.

The issue has been hotly debated, and if there were an answer, there wouldn't be such a big difference.

"Can't answer?" Lu Zhou looked down at Si Wuya.

Si Wuya shook his head.

How dare he call himself a scholar? He has enough arrogance, but not enough courage.

"For those empty things, others will bully you for me..."

Lu Zhou was stroking his beard and thinking...

He suddenly remembered the matter of chopping the golden lotus. Does the truth that everyone believes in must be correct? Galileo did an experiment in which two iron balls fell to the ground at the same time to challenge the authority of truth. By the same token, the golden lotus must exist? First there was the chicken

Or does the egg come first?

As soon as he thought about this, Lu Zhou said: "Practitioners condense the golden lotus to enter the soul, and then open the leaves to improve their cultivation. I ask you, which comes first, the golden lotus or the leaves?"

Si Wuya was slightly startled.

Is this problem difficult?

It sounds pretty simple.

When a practitioner condenses the Hundred Kalpa Cave, of course, the golden lotus must first bloom before its leaves can bloom.

However, he answered in his mind and did not dare to say it out loud.

Others also found it strange when they saw it.

"How can the golden lotus bloom without the leaves? Of course, the golden lotus comes first." Hua Wudao said.

"If the method of cutting the golden lotus is successful... you can also have leaves first and then the golden lotus." Pan Litian said.

"The problem is, so far, nothing has been successful."

People also discussed this issue.

Returning to the "Golden Lotus Killing" practice itself, will there be a mistake from the beginning?

In the past few days, Motian Pavilion has also obtained some information from the outside world... So far, all those who killed Jinlian are dead.

Si Wuya doesn't need to answer the question...because the answer is obvious.

Lu Zhou had already expected that they would think this way. If his second disciple Yu Shangrong hadn't succeeded in killing Golden Lotus, he would not have asked this question.

He looked at Si Wuya calmly.

He just needs to ask the questions.

After a while, Yu Shangrong returned, and this answer became more powerful.

"Think carefully before answering my question."

Lu Zhou was about to turn around and return to Dongge.

Zhao Yue came over holding Fei Shu.

"Master, Jiang Aijian's flying book."

"read."

Zhaoyue opened the flying book and read: "Old senior, the method of cutting golden lotus was introduced to the palace. Someone in the palace summoned a hundred golden lotus. In the morning, of the ten people who cut golden lotus, one survived. Old senior... I feel that I will

Witnessing history. Hahaha..."

This is why Zhaoyue doesn't want to miss Feishu. Every time until the end, she feels a little annoyed.

However……

When she finished reading the letter, everyone present looked at her blankly.

Zhaoyue's attention was diverted by the words "hahaha" and everyone looked at her strangely. She suddenly remembered the contents of the flying book.

I quickly opened it again, and it read clearly: One person survived.

A moment of silence.

Pan Litian asked: "So, the method of killing the golden lotus is feasible."

"There are leaves first, then lotus?"

Young practitioners may not be able to understand this issue in depth.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian and Hua Wudao from Lao Lao Pavilion have already felt that the problem comes from Golden Lotus.

Si Wuya even frowned, showing an expression of disbelief.

One second, he was still insisting that his answer was correct, and the next second, someone tore his answer into pieces in front of him.

It was like a slap in the face.

This is much more uncomfortable than teaching him a lesson.

Lu Zhou glanced at Si Wuya, did not comment on Feishu, and turned back to Dongge.

"Best regards, Master."

"Farewell to the Pavilion Master."

The others glanced at Si Wuya and left the back mountain one after another.

Only Zhu Honggong was left and came to Si Wuya's side and said: "Seventh Senior Brother, you have returned to the capital, can't you keep a low profile?"

Once the master left, Si Wuya returned to normal.

"How can I keep a low profile?" Si Wuya asked back, "These people are all outsiders after all. As disciples of the Demonic Pavilion, we must not lose the face of the Demonic Pavilion."

Zhu Honggong scratched his head: "It seems to make sense...you really can't answer Master's questions?"
To be continued...