Chapter 9 Infinite series and a sea of ​​laughter

Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

Chapter 9 Infinite series and a sea of ​​laughter

Sang Sang stood in front of the academy door, watching her young master and Han Ye enter, and suddenly felt a chill.

"Strange, it was quite warm just now."

Sangsang found a place to sit on his own, took out the hot wine he had brought with him from his luggage, drank a swig and started running in circles in front of the academy door.

At the same time, Yan Se, who was restless in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, was also circling.

"Senior brother... I'm feeling dizzy because of you. Don't worry, sit down and let's play a game of chess." Li Qingshan helplessly pulled Yan Se to sit down.

"I told you, if Han Ye fails to pass the exam, I will lobby for him. You are so senior at the south gate of Haotian Dao, are you still worried that he won't be able to get in?"

Li Qingshan was speechless. He was not entering the second floor. It was not difficult to squeeze someone into the academy. He had no idea what Yan Se was worried about.

"I'm not afraid that he won't get in, I'm afraid that if he fails the exam, his self-confidence will be affected."

"That brat is already a great monk in the Dongxuan realm, and he still has the reputation of being invincible below his destiny. What if he comes last in the exam? What will happen?"

Yan Se really has no confidence in Han Ye's entrance into the academy. He can completely trust Han Ye's fighting ability.

But Han Ye's mind would do strange things from time to time, and Yan Se was still at a loss as to what to do, and he couldn't just drag Han Ye to the Imperial Medical Office.

"well!"

Yan Se sighed heavily.

"First game, Mathematics!"

Han Ye sat down and saw everyone else gearing up to get their hair curled.

His mind was on Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai next to him.

"She looks pretty good, and she is the class beauty."

Mathematics test papers were handed out.

The title is written in hairpin and small regular script with fragrant ink, and the smell is refreshing.

But the content is the math problems that Tang people are least good at and dislike the most.

"It turned out to be a comprehensive question!" All the candidates complained inwardly.

"In the spring of that year, the Master went to the country to travel and encountered the fine wines of Taoshan Mountain. He then found a path to climb mountains to enjoy the peaches and taste the wine. He picked flowers and drank wine along the way. At first he cut a pound of peach blossoms and drank a pot of wine. Later, the Master cherished the wine, so he cut another pound of peach blossoms.

, drink only half a pot of wine, then cut a pound of peach blossoms, drink half a pot of wine, and do this..."

"When I reached the top of the mountain, I had all the wine in my bag. I looked around in confusion and asked all the students: How many kilograms of peach blossoms were cut today and how many pots of wine were drank?"

Han Ye remembered Ning Que's answer at that time: Master drank two pots of wine and chopped off all the peach blossoms on the mountain.

But Han Ye felt something was wrong.

"If someone close to you is killed and you reach the territory of the person you are plotting against, you will never chop down flowers."

So he picked up his pen and wrote: Drink, two pots of wine, cut, full of people in the mountain.

As soon as Han Ye finished writing, the white-haired old man far away in the far north smiled.

"This kid has guessed the truth."

"When Xiling set up a bureau, your junior uncle was punished by heaven and died. I went to Taoshan and saw everyone in Xiling smiling like peach blossoms. It was really hateful, so I killed them."

"In order to save face in Xiling, there was a story about me killing peach blossoms, but now someone has seen through it."

Li slowly nodded after hearing the words.

"I quite like this little brother too."

The white-haired old man looked stunned, then laughed.

"It's rare."

When Han Ye saw that Ning Que had handed in the paper, he felt that it was not interesting. He couldn't go home anyway, and he would have liberal arts subjects soon. Besides, he felt very uncomfortable when he saw that there was a large section of the paper blank.

Then he wrote again: "Proof of infinite series"

"······"

Putting away his pen, Han Ye looked at the test paper with satisfaction. There was a conclusion, a process, and it was perfect!

The courtyard of the Imperial Prefecture.

Li Qingshan invited Huang Yang, an eminent monk from Wanyan Pagoda Temple, to be a guest and discuss matters of worldly cultivation with Yan Se.

"How tall is Master?" Huang Yang asked with emotion.

"The second floor of the academy is already very high. Master should be as tall as several floors." Li Qingshan replied.

"That's really high!" Huang Yang looked up at the sky.

Yan Se was silent when he heard this and sighed in his heart.

"If that boy can really become the master's disciple..."

Yan Se looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Han Ye came out of the liberal arts exam in high spirits. In his previous life, he was a street writer, but he was not good at coding. In this life, this exam allowed him to get over his addiction to Chinese argumentative essays for the college entrance examination.

"Please take your voucher and enter the next exam."

Han Ye collected the ticket and came to the Leke exam classroom.

Here are many common musical instruments such as pipa, zither, harp, flute, flute, and harp.

Han Ye saw Ning Que walking in front of the musical instruments with a sad look on his face, and shook his head helplessly.

"I know them, but they don't know me!"

Han Ye recalled the fighting skills of the Eight Friends of Hangu in the deaf-mute sect founded by his senior brother Su Xinghe in the world of Tianlong. They included music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, food, and martial arts, but he didn't have stage fright at all.

Candidates sit down collectively.

"Leke Exam Questions: From the Heart"

When the test questions were announced, Han Ye saw Ning Que plucking the strings twice on the examination table in despair, then gave up resistance and went out.

The candidates around him were all sighing.

The invigilator, Cao Zhifeng, was also a little confused, but the exam continued without any impact.

Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai came on stage one after another. Their piano skills were beautiful and natural, and their playing was remarkable.

As the favorite to win the academy exam, Zhong Dajun naturally showed considerable ability, but his music was just mediocre and not worth mentioning.

"The next candidate is Han Ye." Academy teacher Cao Zhifeng read.

As soon as Han Ye came on stage, he heard a small discussion from the audience.

"This man is probably Ning Que's companion. He is probably a barbarian who doesn't understand anything."

"Yes! Hee hee."

Han Ye's hand stopped just as he was about to play the piano.

He turned around and looked at the two people.

Cao Zhifeng was about to scold him, but he saw Han Ye's fingers gently sliding, and a glowing white line appeared between their lips.

"Woo woo woo..."

Their mouths were actually sealed.

Cao Zhifeng's pupils shrank when he saw this.

"Why am I not aware of this young man's cultivation at all!?"

"This method is the Xiling Divine Art."

Cao Zhifeng's originally angry face suddenly calmed down and he cast a kind look at Han Ye.

"If you two disrupt the order of the examination room again, you will be disqualified from this examination and get out!"

Silence returned to the classroom.

Han Ye walked up to a jade flute and took it off, shaking it away in disgust, as if he was dissatisfied.

So Haotian Shenhui was urged to attach to it and disinfect it.

Cao Zhifeng was speechless when he saw this.

“Although no candidate has used it before, it’s better to be careful.”

Han Ye walked to the window and called out the name of the reference song.

"The sea laughs."

Then he took a deep breath.

Outside the window, there are green trees and eagles singing.
To be continued...