My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 40 Exploration
If you were to ask a student from an ordinary, impoverished family in a small town what his childhood dream was, you would always get one of two answers.

First, I want to make lots and lots of money, buy all sorts of strange and wonderful toys, and eat snacks that I couldn't afford before.

Secondly, they aspire to become scientists. They may not know exactly what a scientist is, but they all consider it a noble profession.

Huang Tian was no exception. He repeatedly scored full marks in math and English in elementary school. His parents, relatives and teachers encouraged him to study hard and become a useful member of society. It was at that time that he made up his mind to become a great scientist.

Later, when he went to junior high and high school, his grades were still among the best. However, his hometown, Poyang, was a poor place with a low level of education. Even though his grades were among the top in his grade, he was still far behind the top students in the city and province. In the end, he was only admitted to the mathematics department of Changda University.

During his undergraduate years, he had thought about studying hard and striving to get into a master's program or doctoral program in the future. However, the pressure of finances made him give up this unrealistic idea. While in school, he was busy taking on various part-time jobs. As soon as he graduated, he plunged into the bizarre and chaotic world of the factory.

Yeah, and then I got laid off after a little over a year.

In the bookstore, Huang Tian put "Modern Algebra" back on the shelf, thinking to himself, 'After all this time, everything has come full circle...'

Spiritual practice seeks freedom and to leave no regrets.

'I just happened to be laid off too, so I guess I'll just have to go down this path. No matter what, top mathematicians and scientists will never lack status, wealth, or anything else...'

Moreover, he also wanted to use the modern scientific research environment to try to study what spiritual energy, cultivation, and magical power really were. In addition, he wondered if, on Earth, besides pursuing the path of spiritual energy cultivation, there were other paths that could be explored, such as genetic modification, implanted mechs, or immortality of consciousness...

He had a great deal of curiosity about these things.

'First, achieve something in the field of mathematics, gain a reputation, and then delve into other fields...'

Huang Tian smiled and was in a good mood. He slowly looked for other math books in the bookstore, but after searching around, he only found one book with a slightly yellowed cover, "Complex Functions".

Huang Tian sat down on the soft sofa on the west side with his book in hand. Soft light shone on the pages, and Huang Tian turned the pages slowly, his brain quickly absorbing the knowledge within.

Less than half an hour later, Huang Tian closed the book, leaned back on the sofa, looked at the simple ceiling, and recalled all the contents of the book he had just read. This knowledge interacted with things he had learned before, making his understanding of mathematics even deeper.

a long time.

hum~
Huang Tian's phone vibrated, and he knew that Zong Wenjun had bought the Kun Tea. He got up, put the book back on the shelf, and then walked out of the bookstore toward the Kun Tea shop.

"Here here!"

Zong Wenjun weaved through the crowd, smiling as she handed over a "can" of Kun tea, saying, "This is your clay pot of Fuliang Snow Mountain!"

Huang Tian took it and discovered that the Kun tea was actually served in an earthenware pot, topped with a layer of creamy snow and sprinkled with finely chopped chili powder, with Fuliang black tea underneath, making it look exquisite and cute.

Of course, since it's an earthenware pot, it's quite heavy to hold, much heavier than a regular plastic cup. And after you've finished drinking the milk tea, you can wash it and use it as a jar at home.

"I remember when I came here in my junior year of college, Kun Tea was still served in bamboo tubes. I didn't expect it to have changed now."

Huang Tian took a couple of bites of the animal cream on top; it wasn't too sweet, and the chili powder had no spiciness at all—it was purely for decoration.

He took another sip of black tea and said seriously, "The taste of black tea hasn't changed. It's thirst-quenching." Zong Wenjun laughed and said, "If the owner of Kun Tea Shop heard you say that, he would definitely be furious and say that you don't know what you're talking about."

Huang Tian sighed, "I am just an ordinary person, I can't appreciate so-called refined things."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the two wooden windows on the second floor of the Kun Tea Shop were suddenly pushed open, revealing the figures of a man and a woman. The man was wearing a white long robe and a mask, holding a wooden flute. The woman was wearing a pink dress and a veil, with a guzheng placed in front of her.

The next second, the melodious sounds of the flute and guzheng filled the air.

"It's 'Love Through Lifetimes'!"

The young men and women downstairs excitedly took out their phones to take photos and videos. Zong Wenjun also took a couple of photos, and then took several more photos of Huang Tianka holding the Kun tea.

One piece of music ended quickly, and then another novel melody began, attracting more and more tourists to stop and watch.

I stood in the corner downstairs for a while, finished my Kun tea, and checked the time on my phone. It was a little past 8:40.

"The lights at Tengwang Pavilion should be on by now, so we can go see them."

"set off!"

The road was short, so Huang Tian and Zong Wenjun grabbed two shared bicycles by the roadside and rode towards the Tengwang Pavilion cruise ship terminal, enjoying the cool night breeze.

They didn't plan to climb the Tengwang Pavilion, because to truly appreciate the night view of the Tengwang Pavilion, one has to look at it from the outside, and one of the best viewpoints is the cruise ship floating on the Gan River.

After riding for a short while, they arrived at the Tengwang Pavilion cruise ship terminal and happened to catch the 9 o'clock cruise ship. The two bought two tickets at the terminal and followed the crowd to board a cruise ship with a rather ancient style, and then went straight to the third deck.

On the deck, many tourists stood with great interest, snapping photos one after another. A female tour guide in her thirties was explaining the history of Tengwang Pavilion, Changshi, and the Gan River to the tourists.

"...The Pavilion of Prince Teng was first built in the fourth year of the Yonghui era of the Tang Dynasty. It was built by Li Yuanying, the Prince of Teng and son of Emperor Gaozu of Tang, when he served as the governor of Hongzhou. It is famous for the 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' written by Wang Bo, a poet of the early Tang Dynasty, and is known as one of the three famous towers in Jiangnan, along with Yueyang Tower and Yellow Crane Tower..."

"...In 202 BC, Guan Ying, a general of the Western Han Dynasty, built a city here, called Guan Ying City. Over the course of more than two thousand years, it has been renamed many times, such as Yuzhang, Hongzhou, Longxing, etc., until it was finally named Changshi in the Ming Dynasty..."

"...Everyone knows that the river we are standing on is called the Gan River, but many people probably don't know how it got its name. Actually, the Gan River was called Yang Han in the pre-Qin period, and Hu Han in the Han Dynasty..."

Woo~
With a long blast of the ship's horn, drowning out the female tour guide's voice, the huge cruise ship slowly began to move, pushing aside layers of water and gradually heading towards the center of the river.

The river flows gently, a breeze blows softly, and on the east bank stand tall buildings, their lights gleaming like a cascading galaxy. On the west bank stands the grand and ancient Tengwang Pavilion, its lights shining brightly, resembling a magnificent palace in the heavens.

"This is probably what Wang Bo described as 'layers of verdant peaks rising into the sky'..."

Zong Wenjun was captivated by the magnificence of the Tengwang Pavilion, but Huang Tian preferred the rippling river.

The moon is reflected in the river, and the moon is parted by the cruise ship. After the cruise ship passes, the water ripples, the broken mirror is restored, and the bright moon shines clearly.

(End of this chapter)