Chapter 470

She read it extremely slowly, but it was vivid and forceful, with cadence. And he, who has a god in his pen, pinches it with his hands. The cursive handwriting unfolded on the rice paper, making it look bohemian.

"Okay, let's go to the question." Before Feng Qingge came back to her senses, the initiative of her body was already in her hands.

Looking down at the words written on the rice paper, the hairs on Feng Qingge's body almost stood up, only to see the cursive handwriting, like a ghost drawing a peach talisman, even worse than her steel fork!

"I'm going, uncle, you're killing me!" Staring at the word, Feng Qingge hurriedly tore off the rice paper below, taking advantage of the time to rewrite it. It's a pity that when she was in a hurry, the illusion around her suddenly disappeared, and it was still the table just now. He Lanbo stood aside, still frowning, thinking, the brush in his hand was hesitant, and he didn't dare to write.

Feng Qingge stretched her neck to look at the prayer belt next to Helanbo, but what caught her eye was a blank piece. It seemed that only those who were selected could see the exam questions written on the prayer belt.

Nodding secretly, Feng Qingge took the brush and pointed it on the rice paper, wanting to copy the poem again, but the brush was stuck to the rice paper and couldn't write a single word at all.

Completely fooled by the uncle!

Looking at the wild handwriting on it, Feng Qingge even wanted to die. Well, it seems that he can only start from the first level. Casually sticking the answer on the iron door, Feng Qingge waited for the person opposite to complain about her.

"Good words, good poems, congratulations on entering the next level." The scolding voice just now became gentle, and the moment his voice just fell, the force directly pulled Feng Qingge into it.

Nima, will you be able to clear the customs like this!

Words like that are like being bitten by a dog, and they are still ranked in front of good poems. This person must be blind!

At the same time as Feng Qingge complained, the tutors in the door all looked at the answers on the rice paper, took a deep breath of air, and subconsciously looked towards the tallest building.

"This is... a cursive script left over from tens of thousands of years ago. No one can use it so naturally today."

"Gao, this kid is so strong, I don't know who taught her calligraphy."

"Words are good, poetry is better, look..."

A group of teachers gathered around the rice paper, looking at the verses written on it. How does it feel to turn the cloud over the rain, the person who can turn the cloud over the rain is definitely not an ordinary person. Turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands into rain is the strength that only the strong can have.

It is easy to misunderstand the above meaning by looking at the surface, but if you have a little more brains, you will not write irrelevant things.

"How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu Qing is not finished yet. Good fortune Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang divide the dawn. Swinging through the chest, stratus clouds, and the canthus is a bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be small. Well, a good sentence will be the top of the mountain, All the mountains are small at a glance! We only saw the position of the strong at the peak, but we did not see the process they went through."

"Looking at Zhongshan Xiao... This kid, the poems written are very atmospheric. Well, let's wait and see how she will climb Ling Jue Ding and see Zhongshan Xiao!"

"The tone is too loud, but the verse barely passes the test, and the font... It's almost the same. Let's see her next test and make a decision."

The voices of chattering are constant, some praise and some complain, and their opinions on Feng Qingge are different. In the entire examination team, she was the only one who was far ahead, followed by He Lanbo, and there were others who didn't even pass the first level. It is conceivable how big the difference in strength is. Of course, some were beaten back three or four times, and they still haven't passed the third level.

Feng Qingge also didn't know that Du Fu's poems that he borrowed from him would actually lead to such a frenzy. Before he became an official disciple of Chaoyang Sect, he was already looked down upon by these mentors. Too loud and so arrogant, who would like it?

She was almost thrown away by the force, Feng Qingge rubbed her wrist, and looked at the sunflower tree and the prayer belt in front of her, her heart was cold, this time without Helanbo by her side, she was all alone. I don't know what question to take.

"Om!" The prayer belt in front trembled suddenly, and then, the prayer belt that fell off automatically, like a kite in the sky, flew into the sky one after another, and the handwriting on it appeared.

"The last level, rush to answer, a prayer belt is one point, time, a stick of incense." The mechanical voice resounded in Feng Qingge's ears, and I saw the first prayer belt unfolding in the sky.

"Feng Luo Wutong Wu Luofeng."

"Quxi and Quelong play in the water."

"Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves and green leaves."

"I'm going, do you want to be so fast!" Hundreds of prayer belts unfolded one after another, and Feng Qingge's eyes almost popped out of the grand scene. Thinking that this was a rush to answer, her heart sank. It was also brought up.

Fortunately, these couplets in front of her are all familiar. She remembered that some of them were learned in textbooks. She searched for the couplets she had learned in her mind, and when she saw what was unfolding in front of her, the corner of her mouth tickled upward, like a machine gun. .

"A combination of pearls and a wall is a combination of pearls."

"Longpu Longfeng Longfeng Hairpin Flower."

"The sound of autumn geese is cold."

Her mouth opened and closed, and it didn't stop, her black eyes swept across the prayer belt above, and she answered without thinking too much, as if she was the one who asked the question.

The speed of rushing to answer here is ridiculous, and the tutors over there are even more stunned. Their jaws are about to fall to the ground. Nima, what kind of mouth is this? It is so powerful that it can say so much in one breath The couplet comes without thinking.

In the admissions competition a few years ago, the one who passed the literary test was the best, and only 15 pairs were matched in a stick of incense. But now! It has already been added by 100, in other words, Feng Qingge has answered 100 pairs correctly!

"This animal is simply not a human being!" The disciple who only answered one pair correctly back then burst into tears. He had seen perverted and perverted people, but he had never seen someone as terrifying as Feng Qingge.

What are you doing to hit people like this? Are the couplets from your family? You're right, you're so sloppy, and you don't stop. Isn't it obvious that you're bullying people?

"The sound of wind, water, insects, birds, and chanting, in total, three hundred and sixty days of bells and bells, without sound or silence. Moonlight, mountains, grass, trees, clouds, and 48,600 peaks, all colors are empty. ."

"Beautiful mountains, good waters, good wind and good moon, and a good environment for thousands of years. Infatuation, infatuation, infatuation, infatuation for several generations."

"Green, green, red, and red are from Yingyingyanyan. Flowers and plants come and go every year."

It's not human, it's simply not!

The onlookers were completely petrified, and they didn't even know that the water was poured on their clothes. The whole square was quiet except for the sound of Feng Qingge. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "hum", and the time for a stick of incense had arrived, and the people inside were directly teleported out, and all the customs were cleared.