Wild Dogs

Immediately, Xiao Ling waved her hand and flew with Yang Fan towards another palace in the Nine Chapters Palace.

After a while, the group passed through the barrier in front of them and arrived outside another palace.

However, once outside the palace, Xiao Ling's expression darkened.

There was no other reason than that there was a group of people outside the palace trying to break through its restrictions.

However, judging from their situation, things must be going very badly for them.

Without him.

At this very moment, the people outside the palace were cursing loudly.

"What's with all this 'hook' and 'stock' stuff? A hook is a hook, and what's a stock anyway?"

"What does the hook have to do with the thigh?"

Hearing this, Xiao Baihua's face turned bright red.

"Hey, what a bunch of vulgar people."

Then Ganlu, who was standing to the side, scratched her head in surprise.

"Isn't 'butt' the same as 'buttock'?"

"Why did he say it was a thigh?"

Hearing this, Luo Changhe rubbed his head helplessly.

"You are truly ignorant and incompetent."

"The stock index is the main factor, and the stock is the main factor."

"Hanging one's head from the beam and pricking one's thigh with an awl, the awl doesn't pierce the buttocks, it pierces the thigh."

After saying that, Luo Changhe shook his head repeatedly.

Ganlu, who was standing to the side, was immediately displeased.

Xiao Ling glared at him fiercely.

"You think you're so smart? What, you think Ganlu doesn't know?"

"You've been exposed."

When his wife said that to him, Luo Changhe's face flushed slightly, but the blush disappeared without a trace.

Then he smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I misspoke."

He then bowed to Ganlu with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Please don't be angry, young friend Gan."

Upon hearing this, Ganlu immediately raised her head and looked triumphantly at Xiao Ling beside her.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fan couldn't help but frown.

It seems that this palace is related to the Pythagorean theorem.

He then looked at the plaque above the palace and, sure enough, the words "Gougu" were written on the outside of the plaque.

What is the Pythagorean theorem?

Yang Fan thought for a moment and then walked over to the palace.

At that moment, as the cursing inside grew louder and louder, Yang Fan peered inside and saw the person who had tried to break through the barrier earlier now cursing loudly at the inside.

"You bunch of pedantic scholars from the Heavenly Mystery Palace, all you do is play these fancy tricks. What does this have to do with cultivation?"

"Shouldn't we cultivators strengthen our bodies and harness spiritual energy?"

"What's the point of that 'three-pronged' thing?"

"Get the hell out of my way right now!"

As they spoke, they continued to hurl insults.

Hearing this, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows again. He really didn't know what this Pythagorean theorem was.

Then he looked inside again.

At this very moment, inside the Gougu Palace, several erudite scholars in tall hats and wide belts were angrily cursing the cultivators outside the barrier, their faces red and necks bulging.

Clearly, the cultivators inside the barrier are just phantoms, yet they still retain some intelligence.

After being ridiculed by these people outside, he naturally cursed them out in a fit of anger.

Seeing that the two sides were at loggerheads, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.

Just then, Xiao Baihua came up to her.

"Weren't you quite good at calculations just now?"

"Do you know how this is calculated?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan shrugged.

"What joke are you talking about?"

"I came from a poor family. Although I spent some time among mortals, how many mortals truly understand these things?"

"However, it is said that there are imperial examinations in the mortal world, and the best candidate is called the top scholar. Perhaps those top scholars know what this 'three-legged essay' is."

Yang Fan scratched his head as he spoke.

To be honest, he really had no idea what the top scholar was actually studying.

When he was a mortal, he wandered around trying to make a living.

She was sold to a landlord's family, so how could she possibly know those things?

Later, he followed a heartless master, and he only had a superficial understanding of sword techniques, let alone the books that rich people read.

However, I've heard that top scholars are learned, so I imagine they must be very knowledgeable about these numerological and mathematical arts.

Yang Fan thought to himself.

Seeing the insults escalating between the two sides, Xiao Ling couldn't resist the urge to intervene.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a light shone in the Gougu Palace, and those people were directly thrown away and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Fan was stunned.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling was also surprised. After a while, she chuckled.

It seems that the Heavenly Mystery Palace also has a screening process. If these people are rude and disrespectful, they will be kicked out of the Heavenly Mystery Palace and lose their opportunity.

Then she laughed again.

"If we don't get anything from Tianji Palace, we can go to other palaces. There are other places to study mathematics, so why hang ourselves on this one tree? It's really courting death."

After saying that, Xiao Ling glared at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine and looked at Xiao Ling sheepishly.

"Palace Master, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ling snorted coldly.

"Stop pretending. If anyone here knows anything about math, it's probably you."

"You come in here and tell them everything they ask."

"Calculate it properly, or you'll be in trouble."

Yang Fan then had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Xiao Ling and the others into the Gougu Palace.

Separated by the barrier, the two Confucian disciples who were previously furious had become gentle and refined, sitting there calmly.

At this moment, a large group of disciples suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and these disciples still respectfully bowed to these Confucian scholars.

Then they began to teach.

Seeing this, Yang Fan understood. It was obvious that the Heavenly Mystery Palace wanted to recreate the scene of how these Confucian scholars taught their disciples in order to infer their learning abilities.

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow and continued to look in that direction.

"Do you all know what a hook and a leg are?"

The disciples present immediately shook their heads repeatedly.

"How utterly foolish."

One of the scholars, wearing a tall hat and wide belt, spoke with some dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, a disciple trembled and reached out.

"Gou means hook, and gu means buttocks."

After saying this, he was lectured by the Confucian scholar.

"Fool, the Pythagorean theorem here doesn't refer to this kind of nonsense."

The scholar was clearly furious. He snorted, took out a ruler from the side, stuck it straight into the ground, and then pointed it at the ground.

"Do you see the shadow of the ruler?"

Many disciples looked over.

Yang Fan nodded as he looked at the shadow of the ruler, confirming that he had seen it clearly.

"This ruler also has its shadow. One is the hook, and the other is the shaft. Then, one end of the ruler and the other end of the shadow are connected. That's called the string, do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, this is the string, that's the hook, and this is the bowstring."

Someone was talking nearby.

This infuriated the other scholar, who grabbed another ruler from the side and struck him several times.

"It has nothing to do with your butt."