MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 723 On that day, Book Air remembered the horror that was dominated by the test.

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The golden essay "Sage Slim" is written in ancient scripts, but the golden text has magical power, just like a translator. Even Song Shuhang, who does not know the ancient scriptures, can automatically understand its meaning when he sees this article, and instinctively translates them into 'simplified characters' in his mind.

According to Bai Zunren's explanation, this "Sage Supreme Fu" is a Confucian method of self-cultivation. It is about the same as meditation, and can also practice calligraphy.

So, Song Shuhang also randomly looked at the golden article in the sky, remembered the first few sentences, and did not pay more attention.

The ‘golden article’ condensed by the statue maintained about ten breaths.

During the period, Bai Zun with a Song Shuhang, slowly landed.

After ten breaths, the golden article condensed by the statue disappeared... ‘The thirteen robes of the sage’s sacred statues’ restored calmness and the visions all converge.

Confucian disciples, sighing with reluctance.

At this moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt a black eye.

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A moment later, when Song Shuhang’s eyes returned to brightness, he found himself on a huge square.

The square is paved with black slate, neat and generous. In the middle of the square, there is a statue standing on the statue of the sage, the sage of the sage.

In addition to Song Shuhang, there are nine Confucian disciples around. Like him, these Confucian disciples also looked blank and looked up.

A Confucian disciple wondered: "Where is this? I was not still in [Baiyun City]?"

Song Shuhang thought about it. He had just been with the ‘White Supreme’, so how many people were forced to bring him into this space? Can you bring him from the hands of Bai Zun?

Or, he is not physically pulled into this space now, just consciousness into this weird space?

During the thought, Song Shuhang saw an acquaintance from the nine Confucian disciples ‘Knife Scholar’ Su Wenqu.

At the end of the Chu family 'Changxiantai', the walking tractor contest is about to start, Song Shuhang met the Confucian disciple who drove the sports car 'a leafless boat' modified with the damaged fairy boat, 'Take the knife student' Su Wenqu, 'Baiyun Academy' Constant fire is the only son of the king.

It is worth mentioning that the true slogan of Su Wenqu should be [Jade Sword Scholar], but the nickname ‘Knife Scholar is too famous, and no one remembers his true Tao.

Su Wenqu orz.

However, Song Shuhang saw Su Wenqu, but Su Wenqu did not know Song Shuhang because at that time, Song Shuhang had already entered the body of the Fengfeng son, and he saw him in the body of the Fengfeng son.

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Even the only son of Hengheng Zhenjun was pulled into this space, and it seems that the sword-study Su Wenqu does not know this space, and his face is blank.

What is going on in this space?

[How does it always feel like being pulled into the infinite space by the 'God Lord', but I didn't press yes or no. 】 Song Shuhang vomited inside the channel.

At this point, Su Wenqu returned to calm, and he came to the statue before the sacrifice. In addition to them in this space, there is only this statue, and the opportunity is definitely on this statue.

As he sacrificed his ancestors, there was a glimmer of light on the ‘Dozi Statue’.

Then, in front of the people in the place, a set of tables and chairs appeared in the air. The table was placed with the four treasures of the study, the pen and ink, and the water and ink tablets.

Then, a serious voice appeared in everyone's mind: [Music of the "Sage of the Sage" full time, five minutes. ]

With this majestic voice, every Confucian disciple and Song Shuhang raised a high wall and separated all the disciples.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Is this preventing cheating?

Did they become ‘candidates’?

After graduating from elementary school, he rarely verbally wrote the entire article, terrible!

[Time begins. The serious voice rang again.

The next moment, Song Shuhang heard the voices of the Confucian disciples around him began to grind, and after a while there was a burst of writing.

For the Confucian disciples, the sage self-cultivation is as important as the meditation and is the foundation of the foundation. They write many times every day.

Most of the disciples were able to write "Sage Slim" in a minute.

Song Shuhang: "..."

He is not a Confucian disciple. When he was standing behind the white sage flying sword, he looked at the golden article roughly, and did not write down the full text at all!

At this time, let him write it in five minutes? This is not difficult for anyone.

In addition, there is one more thing he will not grind.

When he was in elementary school and junior high school, there was a brush-writing course in the school to teach students to practice calligraphy.

But the problem is that the ink they use is not 'grinding', it is directly about the bottle. How to grind the ink, he did not learn, and at most saw a few lenses from the film.

After going out of this weird space this time, go to learn the brush word! Song Shuhang’s heart is dark.

Sighed, Book Air picked up the ink ingots, learned the film, added some water to the platform, and tried to use the ink ingot to grind it in the ring. Regardless of the correct posture, the ink will be ground out beforehand.

While grinding, he thought hard about the "Sage of the Sage" before he looked at it.

But even if the monk has a strong memory, he can only write down the first few sentences of "Sage's Self-cultivation". After all, his eyes are not 'cameras' and he can't remember all the things he has seen.

"Forget it, how much can be written?" Song Shuhang secretly.

Then he grabbed the brush and smudged it in the ring. Fortunately, I learned a lot of brushwork when I was young, at least he still remembers how to use a brush.

Sighing again, Song Shuhang wrote the first few sentences of "Sage Slim" on paper.

After writing the first few sentences, Song Shuhang can only blink, and he can't remember it below.

How to do?

Or, ask the friend on the side for help?

So, Song Shuhang screamed: "The next door friend, you know [the gentleman is self-cultivation, Mo is good at integrity.] What is the next sentence? Can you hear me and hear what you heard!"

After all, the rules only say that the "Sage of the Sage" was written in five minutes, and did not say that it is not allowed to ask the friends on the side.

But unfortunately, the wall separated by each 'candidate' not only isolates the line of sight, but also isolates the voice of communication.

Although the sound of ink and writing can be transmitted, the sound of the speech is filtered. The Confucian disciples around could not hear his voice and could not lend a helping hand to him.

In this way, five minutes passed quickly.

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Rumble

The walls around the 'candidates' have shrunk back.

Among the ten candidates, nine Confucian disciples were confident, and the white paper in front of them was full of words.

After the ink was burned, all the Confucian disciples, all within a minute, wrote the "Sage Supreme Fu".

Song Shuhang looked at his side and sat next to him. It was the only son of Henghuo Zhenjun, who was the singer of the knife.

Book Air subconsciously looks at the "Sage of the Sage" on the white paper of Su Wenqu.

Then, Song Shuhang was forced!

Su Wenqu's paper is full of words and all of them are 'old scripts'.

Song Shuhang looked at his own white paper again, and wrote on his own paper... the translated simplified characters.

Pit!

Even writing in ancient scripts?

This kind of examination is obviously prepared for the 'Confucian disciples'. Is it necessary for Mao, an irrelevant outsider, to be involved in such an examination?

Is it because of the reason of ‘Liu Shusheng’?

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It seems to be the reflection of Song Shuhang, Su Wenqu turned his head and looked at the book. In fact, at the beginning, he noticed that Book Air was among the ten candidates who were present. Only Song Shuhang was not a Confucian disciple.

Then he also looked at the contents of the essays written on Songshang paper, simplified characters, only the first few sentences.

Su Wenqu’s face could not help but twitch: "..."

"Daoyou, what is the problem if you don't pass the question?" Song Shuhang asked some questions, wouldn't there be any punishment?

"I am sorry, Daoyou. I am also entering this strange space for the first time." Su Wenqu is embarrassed to return.

At this moment, the serious voice sounded again: "If you have finished writing, you can leave this space and receive a gift from Sanqu Confucianism. If you don't succeed in dictation, you will start dictation again after the 20th, for five minutes."

Song Shuhang: 0_0

Lying, is this an infinite refill space?

He simply did not know the correct way of writing "Sage's Self-cultivation". Even if he gave him a hundred chances, he could not write this "Sage of the Sage" and write it in the ancient script.

How to break?

"This Taoist friend is taking a step forward. I wish Daoyou to write it down early." Su Wenqu on the side whispered, and at the same time, he spread the "Sage Supreme Fu" he wrote and presented it in front of Song Shuhang.

In the time of more than twenty interest, I hope that this strange friend can try to remember the "Sage of the Sage" and write it successfully.

"Thank you." Song Shuhang desperately stared at the "Sage of the Sage" written by Su Wenqu, and remembered as much as possible.

But the above are ancient scripts, and there is a world of difference between writing and simplifying words. Moreover, Su Wenqu’s "Sage Supreme Fu" does not have the function of automatic translation.

Song Shuhang’s memory is very hard.

Now, he can only remember the pattern of every ancient text by the powerful memory of the monk.

The time of the twenty interest is fleeting.

Rumble, Song Shuhang raised a block of walls again.

The exam begins again.

And Song Shuhang remembered more than one-third of the "Sage's self-cultivation."

Also pills.

At this moment, Song Shuhang finally remembered the horror that was once dominated by the test... (to be continued).