Another pill, even with his current strong memory, he only remembered less than one-third of the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Five minutes later, he had to fail the course again - I don't know if the answer volume of the 'knife scholar' Su Wenqu at the next table is still there?

If Su Wenqu's test paper answers are no longer available, what will he do then?

Will it circulate in this space forever?

Terrible!

At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: [Write the whole text of "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" silently, for five minutes. ]

At the same time, there was an extra blank piece of paper on Song Shuhang's table. The old test strips were folded and moved to the corner of the table, so that he could not rewrite them silently.

- If he can't write out the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" silently, he will be locked up in a small black room infinitely.

Song Shuhang had no choice but to pick up the pen again and silently write "The Sage Self-cultivation Fu", this time he raised the pen, just like painting, and drew one-third of the ancient text of "The Sage Self-cultivation Fu" in his mind.

After the painting was finished, more than three minutes had passed.

Song Shuhang was even more distressed - these ancient texts can be complicated to draw, and at this speed, even if he memorizes the entire ancient text, it will take about nine minutes to finish drawing.

It's hell mode.

At this time, can you ask for foreign help?

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached into his arms, wanting to take out his mobile phone or a magic weapon for thousands of miles of sound transmission. But when he reached into his arms, he found that his 'one-inch shrinking bag' was missing.

There is no one-inch shrinking bag...... So, it is not my physical body that has entered this strange space, but my consciousness that has been pulled into the space? Song Shuhang thought secretly.

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……

Soon, five minutes were over again.

The side wall rumbled down again.

As soon as the wall disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to look to the side - it was amazing, the tables and chairs around him and the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" written by Su Wenqu were still there.

Song Shuhang immediately stared at Su Wenqu's test paper and tried his best to memorize it.

At the same time, the majestic voice sounded in his ears 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. ”

After 20 Breaths......

The rumbling walls rise again!

On Song Shuhang's desktop, there was once again a blank piece of paper, and the old white paper was folded and moved again.

Song Shuhang tried to reach out and grab the folded original test strips, but the original test strips were blocked by a layer of force, and Shuhang could not reach them.

"Damn, if only the original test strip wouldn't have been folded. Song Shuhang sighed and said, at least he could copy the content on the original test paper, which was a little faster than silently.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Five minutes later, the wall rumbled down again.

Song Shuhang hurriedly moved his gaze to Su Wenqu's manuscript paper, and once again desperately memorized the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" on it - this time, Song Shuhang finally wrote down the full text!

Even if he couldn't understand the meaning of these ancient words, he stubbornly relied on his memory ability to memorize the entire "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" like a pattern.

Moreover, with the last practice, he is now drawing 'ancient characters' faster and faster.

This time, absolutely, you must pass the exam!

Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

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……

After 20 Breaths......

The rumbling 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.

The whole "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" was written silently by him in this way, or painted silently.

Four minutes and forty-two seconds.

Song Shuhang finally finished drawing the last ancient rune.

"That's it! This damn infinite make-up exam mode, I passed!" Song Shuhang put down the brush and laughed.

Then, just wait for the exam time to end, and he will be able to leave this space.

By the way, you can also get a three-grade 'Confucian treasure' sealed Zen pen. Congratulations, congratulations!

As soon as the five minutes came, the wall landed again.

The majestic voice sounded in his ears again: "Those who have finished writing silently can leave this space and receive a three-grade Confucian treasure 'Feng Zen Pen'." If there is no success in dictation, start dictation again after 20 breaths for five minutes. ”

"I want to leave this space!" Song Shuhang replied quickly.

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

"I've finished writing silently, send me out. Song Shuhang spoke up again.

However, the majestic voice did not reply again.

The whole space was quiet, only the sound of Song Shuhang's breathing.

Song Shuhang: "......"

What's going on with this Tema? Haven't I finished writing it yet?" he quickly glanced at Su Wenqu's 'test paper' next to him.

Nothing was missed!

Every ancient text on it, he drew it according to the test paper of 'Su Wenqu'.

Don't...... When writing this "Sage Self-cultivation Fu", you still have to recite its meaning in your heart? But the 'test paper' written by Su Wenqu does not have its own translation function, and Song Shuhang said that he can't understand it!

What to do?

Do I want to take a new exam again and keep it until I die?

After 20 Breaths......

The merciless wall rose again brutally, cutting Song Shuhang off from everything around him.

In front of Song Shuhang, a new test strip appeared again. And the old test strip was folded up again and moved to the corner of the table.

"I don't want to take the exam again, let me out!" Song Shuhang stood up, grabbed the table, and lifted it hard - he wanted to try it, if he lifted the table, how would this space react?

But Song Shuhang lifted it hard...... only to find that the table was old and heavy, and he couldn't lift it at all.

That's embarrassing.

Now what?

At this time, he was unable to get in touch with the outside world. Obviously, after 'silently' writing "Sage Self-cultivation Fu", he couldn't successfully get out of this space.

Is he really going to be trapped in this space forever?

"Or, when I was writing, did I write something wrong?" Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought.

Wait, wait five minutes, he carefully looked at Su Wenqu's 'test paper' again, and carefully checked it with the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" pattern in his mind to see if he remembered any strokes wrong.

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……

When Song Shuhang thought about what he might have remembered wrongly, directly above his desk, a black flying sword broke through the void and squeezed directly above him.

However, this time, the black flying sword did not release any more black energy to devour the entire 'space'.

The black flying sword just hung silently in front of Song Shuhang.

"Bai senior!" Song Shuhang exclaimed in surprise - this is another 'Bai senior', who is also infinitely charming, and can often appear in his dreams.

Although I don't know the origin of this [Bai Senpai], it is certain that he is a very powerful existence. For the convenience of the difference, you can call him [Bai Senior Two].

In addition, from the time this Bai senior came out, Song Shuhang was once again sure that he was not physically entering this infinite examination space now, but his consciousness was pulled in.

The black flying sword spun in a circle and turned into a white-clothed senior.

The black clothes he wore today were pajama structures, which enveloped his whole person, revealing only his handsome face. Is Shiro-senpai two-year-old sleeping?

The black white senior opened his eyes and looked at Song Shuhang: "......"

"Hi Bai-senpai, we're meeting again. Song Shuhang waved his hand.

Senior Bai raised his eyebrows: "What strange dream have you been involved in again?"

"This time it wasn't a dream, but I was involved in this strange exam space. Song Shuhang replied: "This exam space requires me to silently write the ancient text version of "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" within five minutes. If you can't write it, you won't let me out. I've been writing in a loop several times. ”

Bai senior two smiled: "Interesting space." ”

"It's not interesting at all, Bai-senpai. In this space, you can't even lift the table. What's even more terrifying is that I have finished writing "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" completely, but this space still won't let me out. I wonder if he has a bug!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and said.

Senior Bai's eyes looked into the distance, and his gaze seemed to pass through the wall, and he directly saw the statue of the Daozi of the 'Thirteen Tribulation Immortals under the Saint Gate'.

When he saw the statue of Daozi, the two seniors sighed faintly.

At this time, Song Shuhang pleaded: "Senior Bai, can you help me and help me see what is wrong with the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" I wrote?"

Senior Bai smiled and said, "Why should I help you?"

Song Shuhang: "......"

This Bai Senior Two must still be holding a grudge - because last time, he didn't reveal the information of the 'White Venerable' to him, so the White Senior Two is holding a grudge!

At this time, it is necessary to sacrifice the weapon of great destruction.

The corners of Song Shuhang's mouth rose, there are many ways to get out of this space, in addition to completing the 'Write the correct 'Sage Self-cultivation Fu' within five minutes', it is also possible to be thrown out of the space by other powerful forces.

And the way to annoy this 'white senior two' couldn't be easier!

Whether it is the white senior in reality or the white senior two in the dream, as long as that classic quote is sacrificed, it is enough.

So, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to shout: "Xiaobai, wait for your long hair......"

"Shut up. Senior Bai said softly.

The next moment, Song Shuhang found that his mouth couldn't open - he was banned.

It's expected, and that's okay. He had already thought about the possibility of being banned.

He grabbed a pen and paper and began to write on it, 'Xiaobai, wait for your long hair to reach your waist......

When writing this, Song Shuhang cautiously looked up at this white senior. Because if you continue to write down, when you write the words 'marry me', you will be dead.

It's best to stop writing here, and the white seniors can't help but throw him out of this weird space, and it couldn't be better. (To be continued.) )