Although the golden article "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" is written in ancient characters, the golden text has magical power, just like a translation machine. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info even Song Shuhang, who doesn't know ancient characters, can automatically understand its meaning in his mind when he sees this article, and instinctively translate them into 'simplified characters' in his mind.

According to Venerable Bai's explanation, this "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" is a Confucian method of self-cultivation, which is about the same as meditation, and by the way, you can also practice calligraphy?

So, Song Shuhang casually glanced at the golden article in the sky, remembered the first few sentences, and didn't pay much attention to it.

The 'golden article' condensed by the statue lasted about ten breaths.

During this period, Venerable Bai took Song Shuhang and landed slowly.

After ten breaths, the golden articles condensed by the statue disappeared...... 'Thirteen Tribulation Immortal Statues under the Saint's Sect' returned to calm, and the visions all converged.

The Confucian disciples sighed reluctantly.

And at this moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him.

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A moment later, when Song Shuhang's eyes regained their brightness, he found himself in a huge square.

The square is paved with black stone slabs, neat and generous. And in the very center of the square, there is a statue, which is the statue of the first disciple of the saint, 'Daozi', who had condensed the golden article "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" before.

In addition to Song Shuhang, there were nine Confucian disciples around. Like him, these Confucian disciples were also at a loss and looked around.

A Confucian disciple wondered, "Where is this? Wasn't I still in [Baiyun City] just now?"

Song Shuhang thought about it, he was with the 'White Venerable' just now—in this way, how high did the person who forcibly brought him into this space have to cultivate, and how high could he be brought from the White Venerable's hands in an instant?

Or is it that he is not being physically pulled into this space now, but only his consciousness is entering this strange space?

While thinking about it, Song Shuhang saw an acquaintance among the nine Confucian disciples - Su Wenqu, a 'scholar with a knife'.

At the end of the Chu family's 'Broken Xiantai' and the hand-held tractor competition was about to start, Song Shuhang met this Confucian disciple who drove a sports car 'Yiye Lonely Boat' modified with a broken fairy boat, Su Wenqu, a 'scholar with a knife', and the only son of Henghuo Zhenjun of 'Baiyun Academy'.

It is worth mentioning that Su Wenqu's real Dao name should be [Jade Sword Scholar], but the nickname 'Knife Scholar' is so famous that no one remembers his real Dao name.

Su Wen Qu Orz.

However, Song Shuhang had seen Su Wenqu, but Su Wenqu didn't know Song Shuhang - because at that time, Song Shuhang had already entered the body of the Emperor of the Destroying Phoenix, and he saw him with the body of the Prince of the Destroying Phoenix.

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Even the only son of Henghuo Zhenjun was pulled to this space, and it seemed that Su Wenqu, a scholar with a knife, didn't know this space, and he was at a loss.

What the hell is going on in this space?

[I always feel like I've been pulled into infinite space by the 'main god', but I didn't press YES or NO.] Song Shuhang complained in his heart.

At this time, Su Wenqu regained his composure, and he stepped forward to the statue and saluted. In addition to them, there is only this statue in this space, and the opportunity must be in this statue.

As he finished worshiping his ancestors, there was a faint flash of light on the 'Daozi statue'.

Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone present, a set of tables and chairs appeared out of thin air, and on the table were placed the four treasures of the study, 'pen, ink, paper, inkstone', as well as water and ink ingots.

Immediately after, a serious voice appeared in everyone's minds: [Write the whole text of "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" silently, for five minutes.] ]

After this majestic voice, a high wall was raised beside each Confucian disciple and Song Shuhang, separating all the disciples.

Song Shuhang: "......"

Is this to prevent cheating?

Do they become 'candidates'?

Since graduating from elementary school, he has rarely 'silently written' the whole article anymore, which is terrible!

[Time begins.] That serious voice sounded again.

The next moment, Song Shuhang heard the sound of the Confucian disciples around him starting to sharpen the ink, and after a while, there were already bursts of writing.

For Confucian disciples, the Sage's Self-cultivation Fu is as important as the meditation method, the foundation of the foundation. They have to write it many times a day.

Most of the disciples were able to finish the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" silently within a minute.

Song Shuhang: "......"

He is not a Confucian disciple, this "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" When he stood behind the flying sword of the White Venerable, he glanced at the golden article roughly, and did not write down the full text at all!

At this time, he was asked to write it silently in five minutes?

In addition to this, there is one more thing - he does not grind ink.

When he was in elementary and junior high school, the school had a calligraphy course to teach students to practice calligraphy.

But the problem is that the ink they use is not 'grinding', it is directly bought from bottles. He hasn't learned how to grind ink, and at most he has seen a few scenes of grinding ink from movies.

After getting out of this strange space this time, I will go to learn calligraphy! Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

Sighing, Shuhang picked up the ink ingot, learned from the movie, added some water to the inkstone, and then tried to grind it in the inkstone with the ink ingot. Regardless of whether the posture is right or not, anyway, the ink will be sharpened out first.

While grinding, he thought hard about the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" that he had glanced at before.

But even with the monk's strong memory ability, he could only memorize the first few sentences of the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu". After all, his eyes are not 'cameras', and he can't remember everything he has seen at a glance.

"Forget it, write as much as you can. Song Shuhang said secretly.

Then, he grabbed a brush and dipped it in inkstone. Fortunately, when he was a child, he learned a little calligraphy, at least he still remembers how to use a brush.

Sighing again, Song Shuhang picked up the pen and wrote "The Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" on the paper...... The first few sentences.

After writing the first few sentences, Song Shuhang could only stare dryly, and he couldn't remember it.

What to do?

Why don't you ask for help from a fellow Taoist on the side?

So, Song Shuhang shouted: "Fellow Daoist next door, you know that [a gentleman cultivates himself, and he is not good at integrity. Can you hear me, and if you hear me, you should hear it!"

After all, the rules only said that the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" would be written out silently within five minutes, and it didn't say that they might ask for help from the Taoist friends on the side.

Unfortunately, the wall between each 'candidate' will not only isolate the sight, but also the sound of communication.

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

And just like that, five minutes passed quickly.

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Thundered~~

The walls around the 'candidates' shrank back.

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

After grinding the ink, all the Confucian disciples completed the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" silently within one minute.

Song Shuhang looked at the place beside him - sitting next to him was none other than Henghuo Zhenjun's only son, 'Knife Scholar' Su Wenqu.

Shuhang subconsciously looked at the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" on Su Wenqu's white paper.

Then, Song Shuhang was stunned!

Su Wenqu's paper was full of words - and all of them were 'ancient characters'.

Song Shuhang looked at his white paper again, and what he wrote on his paper was...... Simplified Chinese characters as translated.

Pit!

It is still written in ancient scripts?

This kind of exam is obviously for 'Confucian disciples', right, for Mao He, an irrelevant outsider, to be involved in this kind of exam?

Don't...... Is it because of the 'glass scholar'?

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As if sensing Song Shuhang's gaze, Su Wenqu turned his head and looked at Shuhang. In fact, he noticed Shuhang from the beginning - among the ten candidates present, only Song Shuhang was not a Confucian disciple.

Then he also glanced at the content of Song Shuhang's silent writing on the paper, simplified Chinese, and only the first few sentences.

Su Wenqu's face couldn't help twitching: "......"

"Fellow Daoist, ask a question - what will happen if I fail to write silently?" Song Shuhang asked with some worry, there will be no punishment, right?

"I'm sorry, Michigo. It was also the first time I had entered this strange space. Su Wenqu replied embarrassedly.

At this moment, the serious voice sounded again: "Those who have completed the silent writing can leave this space and receive the three-grade Confucian treasure 'Feng Zen pen'." If there is no success in dictation, start dictation again after 20 breaths for five minutes. ”

Song Shuhang: 0_0

, is this an infinite space to retake the exam?

He didn't know the correct way to write the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" at all, and even if he was given a hundred more chances, he wouldn't be able to write the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" completely in ancient characters.

How to break?

"This fellow Daoist, take the next step ahead. I wish Daoyou to finish writing silently as soon as possible. Su Wenqu on the side said softly, and at the same time, he spread out the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" he wrote and displayed it in front of Song Shuhang.

For more than 20 breaths, I hope that this strange Taoist friend can try his best to remember "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" and write it silently.

"Thank you. Song Shuhang desperately stared at the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" written by Su Wenqu silently, and tried his best to memorize it.

But the above are all ancient characters, and there is a world of difference between the way they are written and the simplified characters. Moreover, the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" written by Su Wenqu Mo does not have the function of automatic translation.

Song Shuhang's memory is very hard.

Now, he can only rely on the monk's powerful memory, memorizing every pattern of ancient characters.

Twenty breaths of time is fleeting.

Boom, a wall rose again beside Song Shuhang.

The exam starts again.

And Song Shuhang only remembered less than one-third of the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu".

Another pill.

At this moment, Song Shuhang finally recalled the horror of being once dominated by the exam...... (To be continued.) )