Chapter 726

And pills, even with his powerful memory now, he only remembers less than one-third of the "sage self-cultivation Fu".

Five minutes later, he will have to fail again. I don't know if the answer sheet of Su Wenqu, the "scholar with knives" at the next table, is still there?

If the answer to Su Wenqu's test paper is no longer there, what will he do then?

Will it cycle forever in this space?

Terrible!

At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: "write the whole chapter of the sage's self-cultivation Fu, five minutes.". ]At the same time, there was a piece of white paper on the desk of song Shuhang. The old test paper was folded and moved to the corner of the table, which did not prevent him from writing again.

If he can't write down the ode of sage's self cultivation, he will be shut up in a dark room.

Song Shuhang had no choice but to raise his brush again and write the ode to cultivating one's moral integrity. This time, he drew one-third of the ancient prose in his mind like painting.

More than three minutes have passed since the painting.

Song Shuhang was even more distressed - these ancient writings can be complicated to draw. At such a speed, even if he wrote down the whole ancient prose, it would take about nine minutes to finish painting.

This is hell mode.

At this time, can we ask for foreign help?

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached into his arms, trying to take out a mobile phone, or a magic weapon for transmitting sound. But when he reached into his arms, he found that his "one inch shrink bag" was missing.

No one inch shrink bag So, I am not the body into this strange space, but the consciousness is pulled into the space? Song Shuhang thought secretly.

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Soon, five minutes was over.

The side walls rumbled down again.

As soon as the wall disappeared, song Shuhang couldn't wait to look at the side. It was wonderful. The tables and chairs around him and Su Wenqu's poem "sage cultivation Fu" were still there.

Song Shuhang immediately fixed his eyes on Su Wenqu's test paper and tried to remember it.

At the same time, he heard the majestic voice in his ear again: "those who have finished writing can leave this space and get three grades of Confucian treasure" Fengchan pen. ". Those who did not succeed in dictation would start to write again after 20 minutes for five minutes. "

After twenty

The roaring wall rises again!

Song Shuhang's desktop, again a piece of white paper, the old white paper was folded, moved.

Song Shuhang tried to reach for the folded original test paper, but the original test paper was blocked by a layer of force, and Shuhang could not reach them.

"Damn it, if only the original test paper could not be folded." Song Shuhang sighed, so that at least he could copy the content on the original test paper, which was faster than dictation.

Time goes by.

Five minutes later, the walls rumbled down again.

Song Shuhang quickly moved his eyes to Su Wenqu's manuscript paper, and tried hard to remember the "sage self-cultivation Fu" on it again. This time, song Shuhang finally wrote down the full text!

Even though he could not understand the meaning of these ancient characters, he wrote down the whole Ode to self cultivation of sages by his memory ability, just like the pattern.

Moreover, with his last practice, he is now drawing "ancient characters" faster and faster.

This time, absolutely, must pass the exam!

Song Shuhang has a secret way in his heart.

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After twenty

The roaring walls rose again.

This time, song Shuhang grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink. As soon as the white paper came out, song Shuhang quickly drew on it.

In this way, he wrote or drew the whole poem.

Four minutes and forty-two seconds.

Song Shuhang finally finished painting the last ancient rune.

"It's done! This damned infinite make-up exam mode, I passed it Song Shuhang put down his brush and laughed.

Next, he will be able to leave the space when the exam time is over.

By the way, you can also get a third grade "Confucian treasure" pen. Congratulations, Congratulations!

Five minutes later, the wall falls again.

When the "three treasures" are given to him, the one who gets the "three treasures" will leave his ear. Those who did not succeed in dictation would start to write again after 20 minutes for five minutes. "

"I want to get out of this space!" Song Shuhang replied quickly.

But something embarrassing happened - he wasn't sent out of the space.

"I've finished my dictation. Send me out." Song Shuhang once again spoke.

But the majestic voice did not return.

The whole space is quiet, only song Shuhang breathes.

Song Shuhang

What's wrong with Tema? Haven't I written it all by heart? He quickly scanned Su Wenqu's "test paper" next to him.No omission!

He drew every ancient prose according to the test paper of "Su Wen Qu".

Is When writing this ode to self cultivation of saints, should we recite its significance in mind? Su's "song wenhang" does not have the function of reading and writing!

What to do?

Do I have to take a new exam again until I die?

After twenty

The merciless wall rises again cruelly, isolating song Shuhang from everything around him.

In front of song Shuhang, a new test paper appeared again. The old test paper was folded and moved to the corner of the table.

"I don't want to take the exam again. Let me out!" Song Shu gets up in the terminal, grabs the table and lifts it hard. He wants to try. If he lifts the table, what will the space do?

But when song Shuhang lifted it hard But he found that the table was too heavy for him to lift.

This is embarrassing.

What to do now?

At this time, he couldn't get in touch with the outside world. It is also impossible to get out of this space after the "sage self-cultivation Fu" was finished.

Does he really want to be trapped in this space forever?

"Or, when I write, is there anything wrong?" Song Shuhang clenched his chin and thought.

Wait a minute. After five minutes, he looked at Su Wenqu's "test paper" again. He carefully checked with his mind's "sage self cultivation Fu" pattern to see if he had any wrong strokes.

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When song Shuhang thought about what he might have remembered wrong, there was a black flying sword just above his desk, which broke through the void and squeezed right above him.

However, this time, the black flying sword did not release black energy to devour the whole "space".

The black flying sword is just hanging in front of song Shuhang.

"Master Bai!" Song Shuhang exclaimed in surprise: This is another "master Bai", equally charming and often appears in his dreams.

Although we don't know the origin of this [Master Bai], we can be sure that he is a very powerful existence. In order to facilitate the distinction, we can call him "master Bai two".

In addition, when he came out from the master Bai, song Shuhang confirmed once again that he was not physically entering the infinite examination space, but his consciousness was pulled in.

The black flying sword whirled around and turned into a white elder in black.

The black dress he is wearing today is of Pajama structure, which envelops his whole person, showing only his beautiful face. Are you sleeping?

The black white elder opened his eyes and looked at Song Shuhang

"Hi, master Bai, we've met again." Song Shuhang waved.

Bai's two raised eyebrows: "are you involved in any strange dream again?"

"This is not a dream, but involved in this strange examination space." Song Shuhang replied: "in this examination space, I am required to write the ancient version of the sage's self-cultivation Fu in five minutes. If you can't write it out, don't let me out. I've been repeating it several times

"Interesting space," he said with a smile

"It's not interesting at all, master Bai. In this space, you can't even lift the table. What's more terrible is that I have finished writing the sage's self-cultivation Fu completely, but this space still won't let me out. I wonder if he has a bug Song Shuhang gnawed his teeth.

Master Bai's two eyes look into the distance. His eyes seem to penetrate the wall and directly see the statue of the Taoist priest of the thirteen robbers under the saint's gate.

When he saw the statue of Daozi, master Bai sighed faintly.

At this time, song Shuhang pleaded: "master Bai, can you give me a hand and help me to see what's wrong with the sage's self-cultivation fu I wrote?"

"Why should I help you?" he said with a smile

Song Shuhang

Master Bai's two must still be holding grudges. Last time, he didn't disclose the information of Bai Zun to him, so master Bai's two are holding grudges!

At this time, we have to sacrifice a big killing device.

There are many ways to get out of this space. In addition to completing "the correct sage cultivation Fu in five minutes", it is also possible to be thrown out of the space by other powerful forces.

And the way to annoy this "white master two" can't be simpler!

Whether it's master Bai in reality or in his dream, it's enough to offer a classic quote.

So, song Shuhang can't wait to cry: "Xiaobai, wait for your long hair..."

"Shut up." Master Bai said softly.

The next moment, song Shuhang found that his mouth could not be opened - he was forbidden.It doesn't matter what you expect. He had thought about the possibility of being forbidden.

He grabbed the paper and pen and began to write on them - "Xiaobai, wait for your long hair and waist..."

When writing here, song Shuhang carefully looked up at the white master two. Because if you go on writing, when you write the words "how nice to marry me," you will be dead.

It's better to stop writing here. Master Bai can't help but throw him out of this strange space. It's better.

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