Chapter 299: Chapter 183: The Junk Cart Left by the Sequence Six Ancient Immortal (Part 2)

But relying on his terrifying memory, he temporarily memorized these documents and deductions. After reviewing them a few more times, it should be no problem.

After finishing the grilled fish, Bai Mo wiped his mouth, wiped the mouth of his overalls, paid the bill, and the two mentors and apprentices left the shop.

On the street, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, the sky turned azure blue again. A rainbow even hung on the horizon.

Bai Mo grinned, "Let’s go, let’s have braised big bone again."

The overalls perched on his master’s shoulder, furrowed its brow, squinted its fox-like eyes, and pondered for a moment.

Foxes are very cunning!

Thinking of the time, is it about time for dinner at the West State University cafeteria?

Eating at the cafeteria, could it save money for the master?

"Ying ying ying, aow aow aow..."

It gestured animatedly, pointing towards West State University, and shared the idea with its master!

...

The gale swept in fine sand, filling the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo sat behind the bronze table, inspecting a basket of Celestial Fragrance Beans.

The Peach Blossom Eyes’ fluffy head leaned in close to watch with the master.

This is an ingredient for brewing Nasal Soup, arranged a few days ago, and now it’s matured.

Bai Mo picked up one piece, sensing it with his divine sense.

"Hmm, very plump. But not hard enough yet.

"Ripe from chemical fertilizers, its medicinal properties are so strong."

Bai Mo pondered for a moment.

"Send them to the drying workshop, let Black Claw dry them for two more days, and it’ll be enough."

The Peach Blossom Eyes nodded.

"Ying ying ying!"

Then, it picked up the bamboo basket and ran to the drying workshop.

After it left, Bai Mo sat back down, closed his eyes, and saw Zhang Qiren’s view again.

He was still bent over his desk, writing and calculating.

One sheet after another of draft paper filled with formulas was piled up on the writing desk.

On a fresh sheet of draft paper under his pen, more formulas and lines of words appeared swiftly.

"How long has he been writing this?

"Does proving Fermat’s Last Theorem require so much content?

"How come he’s writing this thing as if he’s grinding through a novel?"

Bai Mo had memorized all the content he wrote down.

While monitoring him, Bai Mo also took out his tablet, starting to write, draw, and make some deductions.

"I don’t need to learn so solidly or completely. I just need to ensure the Nasal Soup is made correctly, and that’s enough."

Initially, Bai Mo’s deductions were sluggish, often getting sidetracked, and often doing futile work.

But gradually, he became adept, began mastering the techniques of these things.

"Ah, so that’s how it is."

"Can it be deduced this way too?"

"Zhang Qiren is indeed clever."

"Huh? This step... doesn’t seem to be the only path..."

"This step by Zhang Qiren seems a bit redundant..."

Unwittingly, lunchtime at Fox Mountain passed.

Bai Mo kept writing and calculating, slowly catching up with Zhang Qiren’s steps and ideas.

"Hmm... that Zhang Qiren boy, deducing math, sometimes can be quite adorably naive."

At this moment, Zhang Qiren was referencing the paper on his computer screen, cross-referencing with the original mathematician "Wiles", and deducing step by step.

Bai Mo compared Zhang Qiren’s deductions with Wiles’, gradually sensing that Zhang Qiren was still a bit behind Wiles.

"Then why am I watching him? I might as well just look at the original author’s paper."

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, pouted, continued to look at the paper on Zhang Qiren’s computer screen and continued deducing.

Suddenly...

Clattering...

Amidst the noise, it was Black Star, joyfully pushing a small bronze cart into the Bronze Hall.

This was a two-wheeled cart, a bit too big for a fox. Black Star had to lift its front paws to push it.

The cart was piled with various bronze and stone slab documents.

The cart’s bearings and wheels were rusted beyond recognition.

Black Star brought the small cart in front of the bronze table.

"Ying ying ying!

"Aow aow aow!"

It was very happy because this was the first small cart excavated at Fox Mountain!

Bai Mo also furrowed his brow, surprised.

"This... Haha, quite good."

Bai Mo walked out from behind the table, squatted down, looked at the small cart, and patted Black Star’s head.

Fox Mountain had always relied on apprentices carrying things on their shoulders. Small carts were never promoted... mainly because Fox Mountain had many mountain roads, making carts inconvenient and labor-intensive.

But this bronze small cart had some interesting potential!

Because, in the Ancient Immortal hierarchy, below Sequence Six, you are not qualified to ride a cart!

Even for this small cart, you need to be Sequence Six to qualify to ride.

"Could it be... it’s the Sequence Six wife of the Ancient Immortal, and her cart has been unearthed by you?"

Considering the excavation progress, it’s quite possible!

Bai Mo looked at the small cart, observing the sequence script engraved on it... He didn’t recognize it, this was Sequence Six script.

Besides, the cart was terribly rusted, its bearings nearly rusted shut. Using this cart to move goods was worse than dragging them on a copper plate.

Bai Mo used his Divine Sense to meticulously inspect it again and again. He used his hand to rub, even knocked and listened.

"Sigh, there’s no substance.

"It’s just an ordinary small cart.

"The cart used by water delivery workers for large water bottles is smoother than this.

"Sequence Six in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, so low in status? Using the same ride as modern bottled water carriers?"

Bai Mo chuckled a few times, then instructed his apprentice to take the small cart to the warehouse.

"Tell Bai Liandan’Er that this belongs to non-essential supplies, if anyone likes it, they can use it for fun."

...

Gagaga lala...

Amidst great noise, the Black Star took the small cart to the warehouse.

Taking it all the way to the newly opened Bronze section in the warehouse.

There, it was already piled with various Bronze Vessels, pots, pans, dishes, Great Tripod, Small Tripod, wine cups, chime bells, and the Bronze Lamp Tree. Now there was another Bronze small cart added. The Black Star pushed the small cart into the bronze pile.

"Awoo awoo awoo..."

It drooped its ears, slightly disappointed.

Initially thought this was something valuable, thought it had found a treasure.

"Yingyingying?"

From not far in the bronze pile, a furry head popped out, followed by a fellow apprentice.

On its shoulder, was an overall pattern, holding a small hammer with one paw, a small satchel slung across the shoulder, it was the professional repair master from Fox Mountain, Overalls!

At this moment, Overalls frowned, eyes fixed on the Bronze small cart, seeing the two round wheels! It approached step by step.

Dang!

Its small hammer gently tapped on the small cart, emitting a crisp sound.

"Yingyingying!

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

It immediately beamed with joy, rushing forward to embrace Black Star, hopping and jumping!

...

In the villa, it was already late at night.

Everyone else was asleep.

Under the bright light, Zhang Qiren straightened up from the table, stretched his back, and moved his stiff joints.

He smiled.

"Solved it."

"Hahaha, my power hasn’t diminished since back then."

Looking at the drafts filled with formulas piled on the table, he felt delighted and relieved. It seemed that the frustrations accumulated in recent days were washed away by the joy of success, temporarily leaving him.

Just then, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Upon waking up, he found himself under a gloomy sky, in the howling gale, on a gigantic square, kneeling beneath a high Bronze platform.

Here came the dream again!

Zhang Qiren’s face immediately froze.

Kneeling beneath the Bronze platform, he saw the uneven stone slab ground around him, with countless pairs of pits densely packed... Believed to be imprints left by other slaves or Ancient Immortals kneeling beneath this Bronze high platform millions of years ago.

Millions of years ago, who knows how many people, day after day, year after year, knelt beneath this Bronze high platform, densely packed, kneeling here.

Now, the only one kneeling here was Zhang Qiren.

From above the Bronze high platform, the voice of the Ancient Immortal echoed.

Yet it sounded like an old man.

"If you don’t hurry and come to the dream to cultivate, writing those ghostly talismans in the real world, what are you trying to do?"

Zhang Qiren, kneeling at the platform, dared not raise his head.

Then, the voice of the Ancient Immortal sounded again.

"Still want to unlock the Dream Origin?

"Hahahaha!

"Stop daydreaming. Even with my sequence, I can’t. What are you, a Sequence Eight waste, dreaming about every day?

"What exactly are those things you write in the real world?"

The Ancient Immortal asked once more!

But Zhang Qiren instinctively didn’t want to say.

He hesitated for a long time...

"Uh...

"It’s..."

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

"It’s poetry!"

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