The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 18

Unexpectedly, in the mirror image, Yue Kunlun threw an abacus to the daughter of the Xia family, and said: "Add one to two, add three, add four, and add up to one hundred. I will give you a moment, and you can call Yue Yue three times after you calculate it." Immortal Master."

The old guys onlookers heard about this test, and there was another silence, only Master Yu sighed softly: "More than 100 years have passed, and Kunlun still misses my junior brother. Damn fate!"

Xia Qi was shocked!Does Dahua also have Mathematical Olympiad?Do you know Gauss too?Does cultivating immortals also have to learn mathematics well?Do you have to learn abacus part-time to practice swords?
"Immortal Master, stay away, five thousand and fifty. Is that right?" Xia Qi was very good at this question, so he hurriedly answered it.

"Calculate again." Yue Kunlun was not good at math, so he thought Xia Xiaoyuer was talking nonsense.

1+100=101，一共50组，的确是5050。

"Five thousand and fifty, that's right." Xia Xiaoyu'er firmly insisted that if she doesn't change it, she won't change it.

In the main hall, the master teacher summoned the pen fairy and the abacus master, and said: "You guys do the math."

The pen fairy is the essence of a quill pen. It looks like a normal writing brush. It has two hands, holding paper in it, and two small white feather wings. There are [-] of them in the sect. Criminal Law Hall, used for treasury records.

Abacus Jing, as the name suggests, is an abacus. It looks like an abacus. It has wings, eyes and mouth, and is eloquent. It is specially used for accounting in the warehouse.

Crackling, the abacus beads made a noise.

"It's impossible! This girl can calculate faster than me! Just tear me apart!" The abacus flapped its wings and screamed in alarm. If it had hands and feet, it would beat its chest and feet.

Bixian murmured to himself: "This girl is really a good planner."

Ignoring the distress of the abacus and the entanglement of the pen fairy, Yu Zhangjiao sent a message to him.Over there, Yue Kunlun ended his staring interaction with Xia Xiaoyuer.

"Count you through."

"How many years have you practiced sword for six levels of Qi?"

"More than five years."

The black-clothed swordsman stopped talking, and stood quietly on the stone steps, looking down at Xia Qi.Xia Xiaoyu'er didn't feel anything at first, she raised her head and chest, and looked at Yue Kunlun who was two ends taller than her.

The head-on momentum was getting stronger and stronger, Xia Qi was sweating on his back, and his face was pale, like a flat boat in the center of a storm on the sea, which was in danger of being destroyed at any time.

The pressure was so great that he couldn't breathe, his legs were shaking non-stop, Xia Xiaoyu'er felt that he had to kneel soon.But this is a test, right? If you pass the first two tests, if you don't pass the third test, wouldn't all your previous efforts be wasted?
Miss Xia didn't usually have a stubborn temper, but when she did, she was more stubborn than a donkey, and couldn't drag a hundred cows back.

She is not reconciled!

After five years of sharpening a sword, she fell down before someone brought out the sword?

He hacked five thousand times a day, drew his sword tens of thousands of times, and if someone gave him a look, would he be a bear?
No matter how weak you are, you must have the will to fight and the courage to shine your sword!
If the sword loses its vigor, it is not as good as scrap iron.

If a person loses his will to fight, he loses himself.People are like swords, be brave!

If the legs are not good, use the sword to borrow strength, never fall down, never kneel down, never get down on the ground!

At this moment, Xia Xiaoyu'er's eyes were frighteningly bright, and the black wooden sword behind her had been regarded by her as her third leg, and she was holding on to it!
The stubborn girl's feet sank into the stone steps. There were ferocious cracks on the stone steps. She creaked all over her body, her bones were trembling. Blood was bleeding from her lips, but she remained stubborn.

Through time and space, Yue Kunlun seemed to see his former self.

The black-clothed sword cultivator when he was young, no, he was not a sword cultivator at that time, but a stubborn young man who was in awe of the sword, standing in the rain, biting his lip, and refused to bow his head to death.

Then, the master smiled at him and said, "From now on, you will be a member of my Lingxiao sect, and my apprentice of Jian Mo."

Therefore, Yue Kunlun smiled, and repeated similar words to Xia Qi: "From now on, you will be a member of my Lingxiao sect, and my apprentice of Yue Kunlun."

(End of this chapter)