The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

That year, I put my hands in my pockets and passed by a cemetery...

Okay, I can't compile it anymore. This is actually an old book found in my old house. It contains a lot of information about zombies.

There may be some false and exaggerated parts, but overall there shouldn't be too many mistakes.

Why? Jiang Yongnian's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Because the author of the book introduced himself at the end.

“His job title is ‘Zombie Exorcist’, and the spirit of the contract is ‘Six-clawed Zombie’.

Through my power, I also raised hundreds of red-haired zombies, blue-haired zombies, and green-haired zombies...

As long as the group of zombies he controls is large, his fighting power will become extremely ferocious, so he has been dealing with the zombie clan his whole life.

Ye Hanjun secretly changed the concept and made a former guard into a hermit master, and once again made a theory out of nothing:

The knowledge described in the book is only an insignificant part of the fruits of his lifelong practice.

But for me, it broadens my horizons, and maybe it will be of wonderful value at some point.

No, in this assessment, the senior asked relevant questions, so I can naturally answer them in detail.

Good boy... Jiang Yongnian ignored the shock and was still immersed in the 30,000 to 50,000-word answer sheet.

The eyebrows are sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed, like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing the rain of knowledge.

If I could give her this knowledge as a guide at that time, would it be possible to help her get on the right path...

The right path? Ye Hanjun was surprised, arousing a hint of curiosity.

It's nothing. Jiang Yongnian sighed, shook his head and lamented: It's all from the past, so don't mention it.

Read the questions! Keep reading the questions!

I don't believe it. You can answer more than half of such difficult questions correctly?!

Ye Hanjun snorted, leaving the words Just take a look, left his seat, and found a brand new and clean tea cup in a transparent-looking glass cabinet.

He returned to the table, faced the confused look in the old man's eyes, and took away his teapot openly.

Only half of the first cup is poured to heat the cup and sterilize it.

The second cup I refilled was hot and steamy, just in time to take a sip.

“Not bad, the soup is bright in color, the taste is numb but not spicy, and it leaves a fragrant aroma on the lips and teeth.”

If you drink it regularly, it should be able to stimulate appetite and digestion, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and have some effects on longevity...

Ye Hanjun tasted it carefully, and his body, whose limbs were cold due to the constant vomiting of blood, felt a slight warmth.

He pretended that he couldn't see the old man opposite, who was blowing his beard and staring with distressed expression.

Instead, he murmured in his heart, how many heaven and earth spiritual materials would be needed to nourish this dilapidated body in order to restore it to its previous state.

And the witch.

To deal with this living ancestor, it may not be possible to treat only the symptoms rather than the root cause...

You are back home now. You drink water when you are thirsty and eat when you are hungry. Do you need a nanny to wash, cook and make your bed and quilt for you?

Jiang Yongnian didn't really stop him, but he was ridiculed and tried every means to educate the young people to be polite.

There is no need for a nanny. I have sound limbs and can still take care of myself.

Ye Hanjun blinked: But can you advance the staff meals? I am indeed a little hungry.

Brother, the down-and-out young man, got used to it...

Jiang Yongnian muttered, obviously unhappy.

At Ye Hanjun's age, he was too young to be a mentor, and he would never allow it.

But as far as the soul can see, the densely packed text floating in the spiritual cloth scroll is so dazzling.

Jiang Yongnian's confidence in speaking could only be scattered again and again, and he could not become stronger at all.

Let me ask you, when two barbarian spirits and golden-winged flying tigers are fighting, why do they have to fight to the death before they give up... You tell me, 'No one dares to break up the fight'?

Why do vajra lions and fighting bears compete in pooping to see whose poop is bigger, smellier and more likely to drive away weak spirits... Can you tell me 'lion poop is better than bear poop'?

Jiang Yongnian patted the table and asked seriously.

Ye Hanjun burst into laughter: Senior, are the things you usually study so advanced that you haven't even heard of the folklore 'brain teasers'?

Brain teaser? Jiang Yongnian was stunned.

Yes, for mortals, powerful spirits are fighting each other. If they don't run for their lives, why should they try to break up the fight? Isn't this a sheep entering a tiger's mouth - one can get in but no one can get out?

There is also a second question. Lion poop is a fact, and bears are eloquent. This is a very simple homophonic joke. There is no other reason.

Oh, that's it... Jiang Yongnian swallowed, rarely blushing.

As if to hide his embarrassment, his tone softened a bit, and he immediately grabbed another question and tried to correct it:

The fennel pig has more than 100 ways to die. I don't ask you to write them all. If you can write 30, you will be considered correct.

But your answer is - 'As long as the knife is fast enough, there are tens of thousands of ways for the Fennel Pig to die'...Are you denying the fairness of my question and thinking that my question itself is fallacious?

That's right. Lord Ye Han didn't laugh this time, but emphasized very seriously:

Although Fennel Pig is a low-level favored spirit, its average rank is the womb of clay sculpture. Only a few chance to ascend to the womb of Xia Zhaozhao.

But it is full of treasures, especially the bones. It can be said to be a universal spice.

“Use it to add flavor to everything from ordinary dishes to heirloom dishes.”

Jiang Yongnian nodded subconsciously.

He didn't know about other places, but in the college cafeteria, the fennel pigs that dedicated themselves to the dining table every year could go around the college ten times in total, which was a quite terrifying number.

“With such delicious ingredients, there are naturally special restrictions.”

Whether the fennel pig is caught in the wild or raised on a farm, as long as it dies in the wrong way, the aroma contained in the body will be lost.

In the most serious cases, it will even become extremely fishy and completely lose its original flavor.

Ye Hanjun closed his eyes and took a breath, as if he could smell the smell of fennel and pork bones boiled for ten hours, with a hint of intoxication on his face:

There is such a fallacy in many places, saying that fennel pigs cannot suffocate to death, cannot die of exhaustion, and cannot be burned to death...

On the contrary, only by dying of life, paralyzing with venom, and quick freezing... can we obtain the fragrant fennel pork bones.

But...this is a fallacy!

In some big cities, countless strong men have long proven that as long as their spirits can kill fennel pigs instantly and do not destroy the integrity of the fennel pig's brain, the fennel pig will not secrete stinking hormones and the bones obtained will , naturally they are all of the highest quality...

Ye Hanjun's explanation was so thorough that Jiang Yongnian couldn't find even one argument that could be questioned, and he listened from beginning to end in stunned silence.

That feeling was like going back more than a hundred years ago, listening to the talk of the instructor on the podium as a teenager who was nothing.

Just...hell!

Is this kid really well-read in the Bible?

But for 20 years, how much can he watch even if he doesn't eat or drink every day?

Or is it that he was reading miscellaneous books that were not related to his professional duties, and he deliberately chose partial subjects to show off his cleverness, but in the end, his cleverness was misled by his cleverness?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yongnian's face turned dark.

He was increasingly uncertain about the potential value of the young man in front of him.

But even if there was a hundred reluctances in his heart, he had to admit that this young man was different from those of his peers.

Senior, can the number of fifty be reached? Lord Ye Han asked.

He calculated that 10 questions were too outrageous, similar to Your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who did you save first? He really couldn't answer this kind of question.

The remaining 10 questions were deliberately left blank and 10 questions were deliberately wrong to show that one's knowledge is not lacking - this is more in line with the current identity.

There are still 10 questions, and the answers are compiled purely by imagination.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yongnian would not have the vision to distinguish between true right and wrong, so these nonsense and bragging can be more or less correct.

As for the last 60 questions, Ye Hanjun may have concealed key information, but overall he ensured the correctness of the answers.

No matter how you look at it, he has a score of over 55 and passed the second level with ease.

At least 60 points...

Although some of the answers cannot be verified on the spot, they are convincing and make my subjective consciousness feel ashamed and confused... but my subconscious mind is actually very excited. I feel that this guy is a piece of rough jade and can be improved with a little polishing. Can shine brightly...

The wrinkles on Jiang Yongnian's face were twisted together, and the tangle and wavering in his eyes were undisguised.

The second level tests knowledge. Facts have proved that you have enough knowledge reserves, far beyond your peers.

Thank you, senior, for your recognition.

Ye Hanjun took out the new tea cup that he had just brought for the bad old man, filled it with chili tea, raised the cup to invite you to drink, and said with a calm smile:

Then what about the last level...?

The last level... Jiang Yongnian's eyes flickered and he paused for at least fifteen seconds before continuing:

I never thought you could pass the first two levels.

In this third level, following the rules and asking questions has little meaning.

But just now, I thought of a plan that has the best of both worlds, which is great!

As soon as these words came out, Ye Hanjun's smile gradually disappeared, and a bad premonition came into his head.

What tricks does this bad old man want to play again? Play through all the light, dark and dirty?

Don't panic. After Jiang Yongnian thought clearly, he suddenly put on a smiling expression:

Young man, although your body is a bit fragile, you don't have absolute physical strength.

But you have a pretty good mind. I'm very interested in the knowledge inside.

What do you mean? Ye Hanjun frowned.

Jiang Yongnian was a little proud: For this third level, why not make an exception first.

This will not only meet your goals and needs, but also help you grow in authority.

You can also be eliminated early when you fail to meet my expectations and lose your competitiveness.

“I named the third level ‘social practice’.”

I will give you the temporary title of teaching assistant and make you the lowest-level trainee instructor.

After one month, if I receive a large number of complaints, or if you are not jointly recognized by at least three official tutors, I will take back this title and expel you from Canghai Pavilion's education system.