Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 9 Infinite Series and a Laugh in the Sea
Sangsang stood in front of the academy gate, watching her young master and Han Ye go in, and suddenly felt a chill.

"Strange, it was quite warm just now."

Sangsang found a place to sit down on her own, took out the hot wine she was carrying with her from her bag, and started running around in circles in front of the academy after drinking.

At the same time, Yan Se, who was restless in the National Teacher's Mansion, was circling around.

"Brother... I'm dizzy from you, don't worry, sit down and play chess." Li Qingshan helplessly pulled Yan Se to sit down.

"I've already told you that if Han Ye doesn't pass the exam, I'll lobby him. You've always been so senior at the South Gate of Haotian Road, are you afraid that he won't be able to get in?"

Li Qingshan was speechless, since he didn't enter the second floor, it was not difficult to force someone into the academy, and he couldn't understand what Yan Se was worried about.

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

"That brat is already a great cultivator in the Mysterious Cave Realm, and he still bears the reputation of being invincible below Zhiming. If he is ranked last in the exam, what will go wrong?"

Yan Se really had no confidence in Han Yekao Academy, he could 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 what to do, and it was not easy to drag Han Ye to the Imperial Medical Office.

"Ugh!"

Yan Se sighed heavily.

"First round, mathematics!"

Han Ye took his seat and saw that everyone else was gearing up and waiting for the roll.

But his mind was on Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai beside him.

"Looks okay, class flower level."

The math test papers were handed out.

The title is written in the fragrant ink of Zanhua Xiaokai, and it smells refreshing.

But the content is the math problem that Tang people are least good at and least like.

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

"In the spring of that year, my master went on a trip to the country, and met Taoshan wine, so I found a way to climb the mountain to enjoy peaches and taste wine. I picked flowers and drank wine along the way. I first cut a catty of peach blossoms and drank a pot of wine. Later, my master cherished the wine, so I cut another catty of peach blossoms. , only drink half a pot of wine, then cut a catty of peach blossoms, drink half and a half pot of wine, and do it like this..."

"At the top of the mountain, the master's bag was empty of wine, he looked around in a daze, and asked all the students: How many catties of peach blossoms were cut today, and how many jugs of wine were drunk?"

Han Ye remembered that Ning Que's answer at that time was: the master drank two pots of wine and cut off all the peach blossoms in the mountain.

But Han Ye felt something was wrong.

"If a person close to me is killed and enters the territory of the person I murdered, I will never cut flowers."

So he took up a pen and wrote: drink, two pots of wine, cut, full of people.

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

"This kid guessed the truth."

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

"To save face in Xiling, there was a story about me beheading peach blossoms, but now someone has seen through it."

Li slowly heard the words and nodded.

"I also like this little brother."

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Rare and rare."

Seeing that Ning Que had handed in the paper, Han Ye felt that it was meaningless. He couldn't go home anyway, and there was still a liberal arts class soon, and it was very uncomfortable to see that there was a big part of the paper.

Then he wrote again: "Proof of Infinite Series"

"..."

After finishing the pen, Han Ye looked at the test paper with satisfaction. There was a conclusion, a process, perfect!
The courtyard of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Li Qingshan invited Huang Yang, an eminent monk from the Wanyan Pagoda Temple, to be a guest, and discuss with Yan Se about spiritual practice in the world.

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

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

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

Yan Se was silent when she heard the words, and sighed in her heart.

"If that kid can really worship under the master's door..."

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

Han Ye came out full of energy after finishing the liberal arts exam. In his previous life, he was a street writer, and he was not good at coding. In this life, the exam made him addicted to Chinese argumentative essays for the college entrance examination.

"Please take your ticket and go to the next exam."

Han Ye will collect the ticket and come to the Music Examination Room.

There are many common musical instruments such as pipa, zither, qin, flute, xiao, and konghou.

Seeing Ning Que walking past the musical instruments with a sad face, Han Ye shook his head helplessly.

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

Han Ye thought of the fighting skills of the Eight Friends of Hangu in the deaf-mute school created by his senior brother Su Xinghe in Tianlong World. They were playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, food and martial arts, and he was not stage fright at all.

Candidates sit together.

"Music Exam Questions: From the Heart"

After the test questions were announced, Han Ye saw that Ning Que had plucked the strings twice on the examination table in despair, then gave up resisting and went out.

Candidates around sighed.

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

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

Zhong Dajun, as the most popular person to win the academy exam this time, naturally also showed a considerable level, but the melody is mediocre, which is not worth mentioning.

"The next candidate, Han Ye." Cao Zhifeng, the academy professor read.

As soon as Han Ye came to the stage, he heard the murmurs of discussion from the audience.

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

"Yes! Hee hee."

Han Ye just stopped playing the piano.

He turned around and looked at the two of them.

Cao Zhifeng was about to reprimand, but Han Ye's finger slid gently, and a white line of light appeared between their lips.

"Woooooooo..."

The mouths of the two were sealed.

Seeing this, Cao Zhifeng's pupils shrank.

"Why didn't I perceive this boy's cultivation at all!?"

"This method is the magic of Xiling."

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

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

The classroom returned to silence.

Han Ye walked up to a jade flute and took it off, shaking it in disgust, as if he didn't like it.

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

Seeing this, Cao Zhifeng was speechless.

"Although no candidate has used it before, it's better to be careful."

Han Ye walked to the window and announced the title of the reference song.

"Canghai laughed."

Then he took a deep breath.

Outside the window, there are lush green trees and hawks chirping.

The jade flute was placed between Han Ye's mouth, and a short breath came out suddenly.

The flock of birds in the forest seemed to be startled, and they flew together, and the restless movement seemed to be part of the song played by Han Ye.

Then there was another trembling sound.

All the people present felt that there seemed to be a thick fog rising in the deep forest outside the window, with swords, lights and swords intertwined in it, and a murderous aura surged.

Cao Zhifeng was immediately aroused by the prelude that contained the meaning of swords and goosebumps.

Brief silence.

Han Ye poured his thoughts into it.

A high-pitched and passionate tune sounded immediately!

The magnificent rivers and lakes have officially arrived!

　Thank you for your support!
　　Here I would like to mention that Ning Que of the Night World is set as the person who was born in the TV series version, not the original traveler, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for fellow villagers to meet fellow villagers...

　　
　
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