The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Ha...good boy...

Jiang Yongnian stared and bared his teeth, which actually hurt.

How many years, how many years have you not seen such a careless student?

Oh, no, this kid didn't want to be disciplined at all. He was always ready to ride on the heads of his peers and act wild.

Suppressing the surging energy and blood, Jiang Yongnian coldly snorted:

Although I don't want to admit it, you found another way to break through the limitations of the test questions from a more cunning angle.

This is not just will, but also courage and wisdom.

I approve of these results, so you can rest assured.

That's good. Ye Hanjun nodded and smiled lightly, and asked calmly:

What's the second test? How about starting next?

Young man. Jiang Yongnian narrowed his eyes slightly, like a falcon flying high in the sky, ready to kill prey on the ground at any time:

The more mature the rice ears are, the more they need to know how to bend down.

Don't get too carried away, the fun is yet to come.

What the seniors said is absolutely true. Ye Hanjun bowed his hands, Appropriate modesty is a virtue, which is beneficial and has no disadvantages.

But excessive modesty is cowardice, hypocrisy, and stupidity.

Lord Yehan's face did not change, he calmly and calmly said:

What's more, I'm a young man below.

“How boring would life be without the arrogance and arrogance of young people, without the high spirits and high spirits of young people?”

Okay, the winner is king, I've said too much.

Jiang Yongnian suddenly opened the drawer, grabbed a large handful of colorful scrolls from it, and slapped it on the table:

Then for this second level, use these test papers to kill your spirit!

I hope you can still have this calmness and calmness when doing these questions!

Oh? Mr. Ye Han did not hide his curiosity and cast his gaze.

The family's collection of books can be described as vast, ranging from hand scrolls of saints to pictures of dragons and phoenixes in the erotic palace, pictures of fox demons emerging from baths... everything.

As a direct descendant of the Ye family and the 1114th blood relative of his father, when he was too young to speak and could only crawl around on the ground, he had various teachers who taught him different skills in the most rigorous way. .

Ye Hanjun really wants to know what level of knowledge and cognition has reached in a barren land, a small and unknown country.

Private messages from students who cannot answer...a summary of ten years?

The ancient research report that was just unearthed...the incomplete version?

Report of sightings of unknown spirits in the wild... original manuscript by a soul painter?

...No, senior, are you sure you can answer these test questions yourself?

Ye Hanjun, who found the scroll label, suddenly felt a bit of toothache.

If an examination question comes up, he will most likely be able to pick it up at his fingertips.

But this bad old man doesn't seem to want to play his 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 Yong didn't raise his head and was confident.

His hands were extremely busy, using his fingers as pens and his soul as ink, he quickly copied the scrolls, and after a few modifications, he created fresh test questions.

Here, there are a hundred questions in total. If you answer half of them, you will pass!

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

Jiang Yongnian raised his chin and put his hands behind his back, as if he was imitating the unfathomable majesty of a worldly master.

Is this the 'upright examiner' that Jia Bangpeng said? Ye Hanjun smiled half-heartedly.

He had nothing to be afraid of. He opened the scroll and placed his entire palm on the scroll.

Human cultivators in the spirit world can communicate through paper text just like mortals.

But what is more common is to leave one's own mark on a scroll made from spiritual cloth as the main material, with the help of the power of the soul.

This is both efficient and safe. As long as your soul is strong enough, you can easily support the reading of ten lines at a glance or a hundred lines at a glance, and basically achieve simultaneous understanding.

What Ye Hanjun holds at this time is this special item that can only be used by the family master.

In fact, mission releases, scientific research, correspondence... the ways in which Spirit Cloth Scrolls are used are quite extensive and can cover all walks of life and various fields.

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

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

Ye Hanjun, whose perception is far more abnormal than that of his peers, browsed through all one hundred questions in almost an instant.

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

Most of the messy content in it, even if it can be taught as a course to students, is a knowledge point that is extremely unpopular and may not be effective in a lifetime...

Ye Hanjun took out a breath and thought deeply in silence.

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

But as a newly promoted family leader, as an orphan who pretended to be a descendant of the old master Shanhan in the spiritual realm.

If Ye Hanjun's answer is too perfect and far beyond Jiang Yongnian's cognitive scope, it will not help him to integrate into the college environment at all.

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

Before you have the strength to protect yourself, if you show off too much... you will easily lose your life!

Senior, your question is too biased, and some questions are still unclear.

Ye Hanjun pretended to be unhappy and began to argue:

Either I make one, and you make one too.

Otherwise you can't even do it yourself, and there is no real criterion for judging, so what's the point of my answer? Are you deliberately trying to make me fail?

Do you know how high the sky is now?

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

You are the new Familiar Master. At only 20 years old, you will be my mentor in Canghai Pavilion.

If I really want you to succeed, you have to break the rules of Canghai Pavilion that have been established for nearly 200 years. Such personal achievements are quite explosive even if you look at the Giant Frog Pond.

I am just an ordinary old man. I got to where I am today by relying on hard work and a little luck in my early years.

What you are going to do is something extraordinary. If you don't do it, it will be a blockbuster.

It is only appropriate to match such high-quality test questions. If you have to weigh and compare and argue about right and wrong for ordinary people like me... wouldn't you be inferior?

Jiang Yongnian was leisurely and leisurely, and stopped Ye Hanjun from complaining with a few words.

What they say is that they all hope that young people will give up soon and stop struggling in vain.

Then I'll start. Ye Hanjun said with a sigh, and dropped a fleeting sentence, using his fingertips as a pen to convey his thoughts.

For about an hour, he coughed and vomited blood while pushing the scroll to the other side of the table. His brows and eyes looked sluggish. It seemed that in addition to physical discomfort, he was also mentally hit.

Let me see what real ability this young man who claims to have 'read thousands of books' has.

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

Crack!

When the tea cup fell to the ground, it not only broke into dozens of pieces, 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 pale to red and white, changing back and forth like a neon light.

Report of sightings of unknown spirits in the wild...

This manuscript is from the soul painter, and this authority is famous for the abstract, artistic, and neurotic schools... But if it were replaced by an ordinary sketcher, it would not be able to draw a creature. So weird!

However, just based on this blurry outline of black and 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 from a long time ago. Because he was too fond of zombie-type spirits, he voluntarily gave up his spacious and bright single-family house and ran to the wilderness alone to set up a tent next to the graves of the dead. , the nickname is 'companion'.

She waited for the moment when the dead bodies turned into zombies, and studied the structure of their bodies as soon as possible...

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

You actually listed 30 to 50,000 words eloquently, listing more than a dozen common low-level zombies, from the possibility of corpse transformation, the amplitude of change, the intensity of mutation... to corpse temperature, corpse spots, corpse blood, corpse flesh... Provide detailed and in-depth actionable suggestions?!”

…

Jiang Yongnian murmured to himself, sometimes in rapid succession, sometimes hesitating and stumbling, as if he was a demon of madness.

Ye Hanjun laughed in his heart, but responded calmly on the outside:

This is a double-valve sea crab. I have seen this kind of spirit more than once in places other than Giant Frog Pond.

Look here, this is its shell...and here is a section of its exposed pliers...

The real key evidence is the tentacles. The two-shell crab's tentacles are two long and two short. This soul painter did not tamper with it randomly, so I think this is the fact and the truth!

…

Ye Hanjun spent a long time describing it. Jiang Yongnian was stunned at first, then half-believing, and stared at him alertly:

You can't frame me, right? Just because I haven't heard of double-shell sea crabs, just find a name to put on the painting?

How could it be? If you lie to someone, your face will turn red. I can't do it.

Ye Hanjun waved his hand repeatedly and pointed at his face, which was as white as snow and frost, with no trace of redness visible, and he looked like he was lying.

But I muttered quietly in my heart: It's hard to fool this old man, What the hell did this soul painter paint? He should close his pen as soon as possible and go home to farm...

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

Who told the old man to stop doing human work? He couldn't solve the questions he chose. If he didn't make up random questions, he would be sorry for his hard work.

What about this 'Zombie Excavation and Maintenance'?

You've described so much, it's as if you were plucking out my eyes and taking me on a live tour.

Have you ever really climbed out of a grave? Are you a special kind of zombie? Have you ever been friends with a group of zombies?

Why else would you give me such detailed answers in such detail?!