Ascension

Chapter 7
"Oh... good boy..."

Jiang Yongnian stared and grinned, in fact, his teeth hurt.

How many years, how many years have you not seen such a worry-free student?
Oh, no, this kid didn't think about being disciplined at all, and was ready to ride wild on the heads of his peers from the beginning to the end.

Suppressing the surging blood, Jiang Yongnian snorted coldly:
"Although I don't want to admit it, you found another way to break through the restrictions of the exam questions from a more tricky angle."

"It's not just about courage, it's about wisdom."

"This kind of achievement, the old man approves, you can rest assured."

"That's good." Lord Ye Han nodded with a faint smile, and asked calmly:
"What is the second test? How about continuing?"

"Young man." Jiang Yongnian narrowed his eyes slightly, like a falcon flying high above the sky, ready to kill prey on the ground at any time:
"The more mature the ear of rice is, the more you must know how to bend over."

"Don't get too carried away, the good show is yet to come."

"Senior's words are very true." Lord Yehan cupped his hands, "Proper modesty is a virtue, it is beneficial but not harmful."

"Excessive modesty is cowardice, hypocrisy, and stupidity."

Lord Yehan didn't change his expression, he calmly said:
"What's more, the next one is a young man."

"If you don't have the arrogance and arrogance of young people, and the high-spirited and high-spirited spirit of young people, how boring is life?"

"Okay, the winner is king, the old man said too much."

Pulling open the drawer violently, Jiang Yongnian grabbed a bunch of colorful scrolls from inside, and slammed them on the table:
"Then for the second level, use these test papers to kill your spirit!"

"I hope that when you do these questions, you can still have this calmness! This calmness!"

"Oh?" Mr. Yehan cast his eyes without hiding his curiosity.

The collection of books in the family can be described as vast, ranging from hand scrolls of sages, to pictures of dragons and phoenixes in erotic palaces, pictures of foxes coming out of the bath... everything that one expects to find.

And as the direct descendant of the Ye family, as the 1114th son of his father, when he was too young to speak and could only crawl around on the ground, there were various teachers who taught him different skills in the most rigorous way.

Mr. Yehan really wants to know, what level of knowledge and cognition has reached in this barren land, a small country that is not well-known.

"Private messages from students who can't answer...a ten-year summary version?"

"The ancient research report just unearthed... the incomplete version?"

"The field sighting report of the unknown spirit... the original manuscript of the soul painter?"

"...No, senior, are you sure you can answer these exam questions by yourself?"

Mr. Yehan, who saw the scroll label, suddenly had a toothache.

There is a high probability that he will come up with the exam questions in the eight classics.

But this bad old man doesn't seem to want to play cards according to common sense, and wants to call him out in one step, which is really bad.

"Aren't you very confident? What's wrong with making things difficult for you?"

Jiang Yongnian didn't raise his head, he was justified.

His hands were extremely busy, using his fingers as the pen and his soul as the ink, he quickly copied the scroll, and with a little modification, it was a series of freshly released examination questions.

"Here, there are a total of [-] questions, if you answer half of them, you pass the test!"

Within three to five minutes, a slightly steaming scroll was thrown in front of Mr. Ye Han.

Jiang Yongnian raised his chin and put his hands behind his back, as if imitating the unfathomable stalwart image of a master outside the world.

"Is this the 'upright examiner' that Jia Bangbang said? Ah—tui!"

Lord Yehan secretly despised him.

But he had nothing to be afraid of. He opened the scroll and pressed his entire palm against the scroll.

Human cultivators in the spirit world can communicate through paper and text like ordinary people.

But what is more common is to use the power of the soul to leave one's own brand on the scroll made of spirit cloth as the main material.

Doing so is both efficient and safe. As long as one's own soul is strong enough, one can easily support the reading volume of information with ten lines at a glance or a hundred lines at a glance, and basically achieve simultaneous understanding.

What Mr. Yehan holds at this time is a special item that can only be used by the kinsman.

In fact, mission releases, scientific research, correspondence... Lingcloth scrolls are used in a wide range of ways, covering all walks of life and fields.

Exam papers are naturally one of the ways to use them.

With the touch of the palm, the spiritual consciousness penetrated into the scroll.

The perceptual power is far higher than that of Ye Hanjun, who is perverted at the same level, and he can read all the hundred questions in almost an instant.

"This bad old man, he likes to play dirty so much?"

"More than half of the messy content in it, even if it can be taught to students as a course, it is also a knowledge point that is so unpopular that it can't be more unpopular, and it may not be able to play a role in a lifetime..."

Lord Yehan let out a breath, thinking deeply in silence.

These questions can definitely be answered, and the final score must be far more than 50 points.

But as the new head of family, as an "orphan" who forged the descendants of the old man Shanhan in Lingjing.

If Mr. Ye Han's answer is too perfect, which is far beyond Jiang Yongnian's cognition, it will not help him integrate into the college environment at all.

The trial of the night...you can only rely on yourself!

If you don't have the strength to protect yourself, it's easy to lose your life if you make too much publicity...
"Senior, your topic is too biased, and some questions are unreasonable."

Lord Yehan pretended not to be happy, and began to argue with reason:

"Either, I will make one, and you will do one too."

"Otherwise, you can't even do it yourself. There is no real criterion for judging. What's the point of my answer? Are you deliberately making me unable to pass the test?"

"Now you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick?"

Jiang Yongnian felt that he was sure of winning again, and said with a smile:

"You are a new family leader, you are only 20 years old, and you will be my mentor in Canghai Pavilion."

"If you really want to make you successful, you have to break the rules of the Canghai Pavilion since the establishment of the academy for nearly 200 years. Such personal achievements, even if you look at the giant frog pond, are quite explosive."

"I'm just an ordinary old man. I got to where I am today thanks to my hard work and a little bit of luck in my early years."

"What you want to do is an extraordinary event. If you don't make a sound, you will be done, and you will be a blockbuster."

"Matching such high-quality test questions is naturally more appropriate. If you have to compare and compare with mortals like me, and argue for right or wrong...wouldn't it be inferior?"

Jiang Yongnian was leisurely, a few words blocked Ye Hanjun from complaining.

In the words and in the words, it is hoped that young people will give up as soon as possible and stop struggling in vain.

"Then I'll start." Mr. Yehan let out a groan, dropped a light sentence, and used his fingertips as a pen to convey his soul thoughts.

For about an hour, he coughed and vomited blood, and pushed the scroll to the other side of the table. His brows and eyes were gloomy, as if he was not only physically uncomfortable, but also mentally hit.

"Let this old man see how capable the young man who is known as 'reading thousands of books' is."

Jiang Yongnian laughed loudly, took a sip of chili tea, and held the scroll to flip through it casually.

"Clap!"

When the teacup fell to the ground, it not only shattered into dozens of petals, but also made a hole in the wooden floor.

Jiang Yongnian also grabbed the scroll with his other hand, his face changed from light and calm to red and white, like a neon light.

"The wild sighting report of the unknown spirit..."

"This manuscript is from the "soul painter", and this authority is famous for the abstract, artistic, and neurological schools... But if it is replaced by an ordinary "sketch artist", it will not be possible to draw a creature so grotesque! "

"However, based on this fuzzy silhouette intertwined with black, gray and white, you actually judged that this is a species called 'double-valve sea crab'. Why?!"

"There is also this question. This is a student of mine a long time ago. Because he was too fond of zombie-like spirits, he voluntarily gave up his spacious and bright single-family house. He ran to the wilderness alone and set up a tent next to the grave of the dead. It is called a 'companion'."

"She's just waiting, waiting for the moment when the corpses of the dead turn into zombies, and study their body structures for the first time..."

"She asked me a lot of questions, and the one that bothered and impressed me the most was about 'excavation and maintenance of zombies'."

"You actually spit out thirty to fifty thousand words, listing more than a dozen common low-level zombies, from the possibility of corpse transformation, the range of transformation, the intensity of mutation... to the temperature of the corpse, corpse spots, corpse blood, corpse flesh... Provide detailed and in-depth feasible suggestions?!"

……

Jiang Yongnian muttered to himself, sometimes hurling cannonballs, sometimes hesitating and stumbling, like a demon of madness.

Mr. Ye Han laughed in his heart, but on the surface he responded calmly:
"This is a double-valve sea crab. I have seen this kind of spirit more than once in places other than the giant frog pond."

"Look here, this is its outer shell... and here, it is a piece of its exposed pliers..."

"The real key evidence is the tentacles. The tentacles of the double-valve sea crab are two long and two short. This soul painter didn't tamper with it randomly, so I think this is the truth and the truth!"

……

Mr. Yehan exhausted his description for a long time, Jiang Yongnian was stunned at first, then half-believed, and stared at him vigilantly:
"You don't want to frame me, do you? Just because I haven't heard of double-valve sea crabs, I just found a name and put it on the painting?"

"How could it be, the face of deceiving people will turn red, I can't do this."

Mr. Ye Han waved his hands repeatedly, pointing at his own face, which was as white as Xueshuang, without a trace of rosiness, and he looked like a lie.

But he whispered in his heart: "The bad old man is not easy to cheat", "This damn soul painter, he drew something, let's close the pen and go home to farm as soon as possible"...

Of course, the most important thing is "only magic can defeat magic".

No matter who told the old man not to do personnel affairs, he couldn't solve the questions he chose, and he would be sorry for his hard work if he didn't make up random questions.

"And what about this 'zombie excavation and maintenance'?"

"You have described so much, it's like picking out my eyes and showing me the scene."

"You didn't really crawl out of the grave, did you? A special zombie that turned into a corpse? Have you ever become friends with a group of zombies?"

"Otherwise, why should you answer me in such a detailed and detailed manner?!"

(End of this chapter)