Chapter 491 Your Kid Is Really Lucky

"You can see outside, why do you ask me?" Liu Lang said angrily. Anyone who is spying on his body all the time will feel unhappy. The key point is that he cannot do without Ao Xun. There are many places to watch Ao Xun.

"Do you think I will watch what you do every day? It takes soul power to penetrate the dragon ball with vision and consciousness. Tell me quickly, where did you get your blood pill?" Ao Xun urged.

"Isn't it just blood pills? There's nothing to make a fuss about." Liu Lang told Ao Xun about the fact that Gu Jiayi, the saint of the demon clan, came down just now, and then joked: "Gu Jiayi is 79,000 years old and is the peak of the golden fairy." Now, your record of being promoted to Tianzun at 100,000 years old may soon be broken!"

"Ignorance..." Ao Xun was speechless for a while, "It's a qualitative change from the Golden Immortal to Tianzun. Back then, Yaoshang, Ji Changsheng and I reached the peak of the Golden Immortal before we were 50,000 years old. When it comes to Tianzun, a Jinxian peak who is almost 80,000 years old, there is nothing to brag about."

"Uh..." Liu Lang was suddenly embarrassed.

"But you just took care of a few demon clan's juniors, and she gave you the blood pill. It takes a thousand years, and nine blood pills are nine thousand years. The blood pills of the monster race are generally given to their own descendants, and not many fall into the hands of humans." Ao Xun said after a moment of pondering.

Although Liu Lang knew that blood pills were precious, he did not expect them to be so precious. Gu Jiayi gave him the achievements of a great fairy of the monster clan for nine thousand years. Take these nine blood pills.

"Could it be that he thinks I'm handsome and thinks about me?" Liu Lang thought with a good feeling about himself, but soon, he denied this idea. The monster race and the human race cannot be combined, let alone Gu Jiayi is the saint of the monster race. Female, under one demon, above ten thousand demons, she would definitely not make such a mistake.

"I know why she gave you the blood pill?" Just when Liu Lang was puzzled, Ao Xun's voice came again.

"Why?" Liu Lang doubted.

"Because her brain was squeezed by the door." Ao Xun laughed loudly.

"..." Liu Lang was speechless for a while, "Your joke is not funny at all."

"It's just to liven up the atmosphere." Ao Xun said awkwardly, and then he changed the subject: "You just said that the maiden of the monster clan came to open the Xingyue Secret Realm?"

"It's just a guess, but it is said that the Xingyue Secret Realm will indeed be opened." Liu Lang replied.

"What year is it?" Ao Xun asked.

"2016 AD." Liu Lang replied.

"What the hell is the Yuan Dynasty?" Ao Xun asked suspiciously.

"It's the nine thousand nine hundred and eighty-nine year of Tianyuan." Liu Lang corrected immediately. It is very normal for Ao Xun to not understand the chronological legislation of the mortal West.

"What the hell is Tianyuan?" Ao Xun asked again.

"Uh..." Liu Lang slapped his head. Ao Xun has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and the Tianyuan calendar has only counted to less than 10,000 years. It must have appeared after Ao Xun died.

"How did you record the year? Besides, what year did you ask?" Liu Lang asked puzzled.

"We used the Great Desolation Calendar to record the year. You should ask someone quickly. This is very important, and it is related to your future." Ao Xun said to Liu Lang.

"It's related to my future? What future?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.

"Ask how many years have passed since the Great Desolation, and I'll tell you later." Ao Xun said.

"Okay!" Liu Lang nodded, his consciousness sank into the mortal fairy prison, and he found Zhang Daoling who was broadcasting live. Liu Lang always felt that fortune-telling was all about astronomy and geography, so he must be right to ask Zhang Daoling about the calendar.

Seeing Liu Lang walk into the cell, Zhang Daoling said to the sound transmission stone: "Everyone wait a moment, the leader inspects the work and has instructions. Later, I will help you avoid bad luck and predict the future."

"What kind of leader am I?" Liu Lang asked with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, for a jobless person like me, whoever makes me earn money is the leader." Zhang Daoling said with a chuckle. The number of active people in his live broadcast room has always been among the top three, and the future of money is bright. As long as the charging mode of the Tianting chat room is turned on, there will definitely be a lot of amethyst coins flying into his pocket, and he can't wait.

"Leaders should be leaders!" Liu Lang chuckled, and went straight to the topic: "Master Zhang, let me ask you, if calculated according to the Great Wilderness Calendar, what year is it now?"

"The Great Desolation Calendar? Isn't that the calendar hundreds of thousands of years ago? It has been abolished long ago! Now it is the Tianyuan Calendar." Zhang Daoling said with a frown.

"I know that. I just want to know what year it is based on the Great Wilderness calendar." Liu Lang said.

"This will take a while. From the Great Wilderness Calendar to the Tianyuan Calendar, there are more than 20 calendars in the middle. This thing is like changing the name of a dynasty in the mortal world. It changes all the time." Zhang Daoling explained.

"Then quickly do the math for me!" Liu Lang said anxiously.

"Okay, I'll do the math right away!" Zhang Daoling took out a pen and paper, "The Great Desolation Calendar is the longest-lasting calendar, with a total of 337,588 years, followed by the Hong Yun Calendar, which only lasted for one year. Thirteen thousand seven hundred and fifty-six years, and after that..."

Zhang Daoling chanted while writing on the paper, and soon, the paper was covered with crooked numbers, which were as ugly as they could be. This also confirmed from the side that the rumor that Zhang Daoling was semi-literate back then was true.

"Okay, the next step is to add up these numbers!"

It took nearly fifteen minutes for Zhang Daoling to write down the years maintained by each stage of the calendar, and then he took a pen to write and calculate.

"Three plus five equals seven, no, it equals eight!" After a minute of calculation, Zhang Daoling used his fingers.

When Liu Lang heard it, he almost fell to the ground. Zhang Daoling was not only bad at Chinese, but also bad at mathematics. He couldn't understand the addition and subtraction of numbers.

"Zhang Daoye, stop!" Liu Lang directly picked up the piece of paper, "Is there any problem with these calendar years?"

Zhang Daoling smiled awkwardly, "The year is fine. I have the best memory, but I don't know how to count. If you give me half an hour, I will definitely figure it out."

"Farewell, I'll do it myself!"

Liu Lang glanced at the strings of numbers on the paper. Although the handwriting was ugly, it was still recognizable. After a minute, he threw the paper back to Zhang Daoling, "Zhang Daoye, continue the live broadcast!"

"Forget it?" Zhang Daoling's jaw dropped to the ground.

"It's over." Liu Lang nodded, and quickly walked out of Zhang Daoling's cell, and inside the cell Zhang Daoling wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. After half an hour's delay, Zhang Daoling returned to the voice broadcast room to seek comfort.

After exiting the mortal fairy prison, Liu Lang said to Ao Xun in Dragon Ball: "Senior Ao, according to the Great Desolation calendar, this year happens to be 660,000 years of the Great Desolation."

"Six hundred and sixty thousand years? Kid, your luck is really good!" Hearing the number reported by Liu Lang, Ao Xun burst out laughing.