Naming may be important, but the elders are too lazy to get involved, even Tang is the sa.
Once the elders left, the atmosphere in the council hall imdiately relaxed, and the light tea on the table was replaced with lon seeds, fruits, and pastries.
"Help think of a na," Zhang Ze said while sipping fruit juice.
As a naming-challenged individual, Zhang Ze was well aware of his shortcomings. He had been thinking about the na for this heart thod for a long ti but had no clue.
The few nas he ca up with always seed too ordinary. Rather than stressing himself out, he’d rather let everyone else have a headache over it.
"Should we vote like last ti?" Lily asked.
"What happened last ti?" Fuji asked.
Lily was naturally referring to the ti they nad the Thousand chanism Pavilion. On that occasion, Fuji and Qiao Lezhi didn’t participate, and this ti Chen Qin and i’Er weren’t present.
Fortunately, this ti Li was there, so at least the voters were an odd number.
Reminded by Lily, Zhang Ze recalled the last experience, so he suddenly felt that the prospect of coming up with a good na for the heart thod was again very dim.
With Lily, Zhang Ze could guess with his toes what kind of na she’d co up with.
Fuji... with Fuji, Zhang Ze couldn’t predict, and Fuji was now chatting with herself at the table, teaching herself the insights of cultivation.
Senior Sister Qiao, although awake, really had questionable cultural literacy levels.
Li, who read books, would forget them after reading.
At that mont, Zhang Ze was about to brush off the matter to discuss another day, but he saw Fuji looking at him.
"Can’t co up with anything, Senior Brother? We’ll help you."
And the little Fuji on the table had already spread out paper, holding a pen, deep in thought.
Zhang Ze’s heart softened, feeling he couldn’t let Fuji’s goodwill go to waste.
But he decided to use so tricks, at least ensuring a normal na as a bottom line.
"Voting is not fair, let’s switch to a fairer thod this ti." Zhang Ze knocked on the table to attract everyone’s attention.
"What thod?" Li asked, also holding a pen in a thinking pose.
"Throw paper airplanes. Whoever’s lands last, we’ll use that na," Zhang Ze said with a straight face.
"What’s a paper airplane?" Qiao Lezhi raised his hand to ask.
Zhang Ze pulled out a piece of white paper and skillfully demonstrated once, then lightly tossed it, and the paper airplane flew around the room for a while before dropping to the ground.
"This is a paper airplane, fair, right?" Zhang Ze picked up the paper airplane and handed it to everyone to see.
"Fair," Qiao Lezhi comnted.
"Interesting," Fuji said.
But Li and Lily imdiately got suspicious, thinking there must be so trick in it.
Half an hour later, on the plaza outside the council hall.
The few of them stood in a row, holding their respective paper airplanes.
Everyone glanced at Qiao Lezhi from ti to ti, even Fuji wasn’t an exception. Finally, Zhang Ze couldn’t help but speak, "What are you holding?"
"A paper airplane," Qiao Lezhi raised it up and waved it, mighty and imposing.
Following the principle of bigger is better, better ans big, Qiao Lezhi’s paper airplane was taller than a person.
Due to stacking and glueing a stack of paper together, the paper airplane looked like it was made from layered cardboard, very sturdy.
Zhang Ze watched for a while, deciding not to say more, thinking it shouldn’t fly far.
"Three, two, one, fly," Zhang Ze threw his paper airplane.
Because Zhang Ze had hidden a Clear Wind Talisman inside the airplane, and he had learned the technique of the Sword Book from the Sect Leader, he was confident his paper airplane could fly until tomorrow.
Just when he was cautiously controlling the talisman, starting to act, Zhang Ze realized he might have miscalculated.
Because Lily and Li also had tricks up their sleeves.
Like Zhang Ze, they had hidden things inside their paper airplanes, and those airplanes were flying steadily, also looking like they could fly until tomorrow.
The three exchanged glances and awkwardly smiled.
Senior Sister Qiao, though not cheating, could single-handedly set a flying ship to flight.
"Off you go," Qiao Lezhi swung mightily, using Sword Qi to cut through air resistance, sending the dooe-sized paper airplane soaring within monts.
The paper airplane caught the high-altitude currents, flying higher and higher, eventually becoming a small dot hovering over the Thousand chanism Pavilion, with a trend of flying farther and farther.
"As long as it doesn’t hit the ground, it counts as winning, right?" Qiao Lezhi found her answer with her astonishing wisdom.
As for Fuji, she seed to be pondering sothing and was a beat too slow, but she saw everyone showing off their abilities and thought this was the correct way to play.
She then separated a little Fuji, letting her lie on the paper airplane in her hand. Then the little Fuji used divine techniques, flying with the paper airplane, playing aerial stunts in the courtyard of the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
Qiao Lezhi’s paper airplane was already out of sight, and Zhang Ze looked towards the little Fuji who was planning aerial combat, ready to use Sword Qi to knock down other paper airplanes, and sighed.
"Let’s just vote," Zhang Ze said.
As the victor of the paper airplane battle, Fuji didn’t object, "Sure."
Back in the council hall, before the vote, Zhang Ze and Li reached a series of secret deals, securing a vote ahead for himself.
He felt confident about Fuji’s vote being no problem, so Zhang Ze was assured in ensuring the na wouldn’t be skewed.
Everyone wrote down their nas on paper, turned around at the sa ti, and slapped their slips onto the table.
Then, once again, everyone fell silent. Great minds think alike. Good news, no need to vote.
Because all five slips had the sa content.
"Thousand chanism Heart thod"
Lily, though uncharacteristically normal this ti, had wasted her opportunity on this, what a pity.
Li tugged on Zhang Ze’s sleeve and made a finger-counting money gesture, aning Zhang Ze’s promised reward shouldn’t be shorted at all.
Zhang Ze sighed, "Alright, it’s all good."
...
And indeed it was a good thing, because from this day onward, the Thousand chanism Pavilion had its own heart thod and a weapon unique to Thousand chanism Cultivators.
Following the wheelchair competition, under the mascot-like leadership of Fuji, the Thousand chanism Pavilion gave birth to another competitive sporting event.
The Ace Aerial Paper Airplane Competition.
The first Paper Airplane Competition was also exclusively sponsored by Brother Monkey Yin Sanlang, who sold pancake rolls at the Thousand chanism Pavilion’s night market.
Without ntioning the paper airplane, what surprised Zhang Ze more was that the Thousand chanism Sect cultivators were quite enthusiastic about cultivating the "Thousand chanism Heart thod."
Because there were too many applicants, they had to proceed in batches.
The further optimization of the Thousand Machine Cannon was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Elder Tang called in a few experts from Dragon Tiger Mountain, saying to ask freely if they didn’t understand anything.
When these individuals saw the virtually unlimited extensibility of the Thousand chanism Rune Array, they got inspired, feeling that many Taoist arts of Dragon Tiger Mountain seed to have room for improvent.
The Sword Casting Peak of the Seventh Sword Pavilion’s elders, brothers, and sisters were also the sa, answering any needs of the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
These material experts of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, probably tired of working on swords, now using the open-minded ideas of the Thousand chanism Cultivators as a cover, also experinted with those "underworld" ideas buried deep in their hearts.
The result was that there was a growing pile of waste materials at the Sword Tomb lately.
But fortunately, the Thousand chanism Pavilion had money, and the Sword Sect had even deeper resources.
They couldn’t spend it all even if they tried; all research expenses were deed necessary, and Elder Tang even said if they were short of anything, he’d go get it from Dragon Tiger Mountain, all part of the family.
A month later, Lily, who had reached the Foundation Establishnt stage, cheerfully found Zhang Ze and tossed a sandalwood box into his hands.
Zhang Ze caught it and asked, "What’s this?"
"Little walnut, it’s that thing you called a cell phone, the prototype of the first version is ready," Lily said.
Zhang Ze opened the box and was pleased.
"Aweso, it’s even a tri-fold screen."
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