"I'll give you another chance. ”

The man laughed.

Su Wu didn't know how this madman would torture himself, and was thinking about whether to take out the "Zhu Guo" when the man suddenly grabbed his arm, jumped over, and swept onto a cliff.

In the hands of a madman, Su Wu felt like a baby, and he had no power to resist at all.

On top of the cliff, there was a smooth stone wall, like a mirror.

As the sun set, a fiery red glow shone on the stone walls.

Dense characters appeared on the stone wall.

The words on it are written in cursive.

"Woohoo, I have learned all my life, and I am afraid that there will be no successor. ”

Su Wu looked up, and the first sentence was full of emotion, the person who wrote actually said that he had no successor.

The next content made Su Wu even more frightened.

Just as Su Wu was looking at the contents on the stone wall, the madman had already picked up a pen and wrote on the blank rock wall next to him.

He also writes about wild grass.

Su Wu is very familiar with calligraphy in his past life and now, and of course he can see that the madman's calligraphy attainments are very high, and he is already at the level of a master.

The madman is answering the question.

There were three exam questions left on the stone wall.

Only by answering these three questions correctly can the "inheritance" be triggered.

The first exam question is lyrics.

The second question is the assignment.

As for what the third exam question is, Shibi did not mention it, saying that only if the first two questions are answered correctly, the third question will appear.

It is clear that the madman did not complete the exam.

There are requirements for lyrics and assignments, and they must be written according to the requirements.

The lyrics must be based on the theme of "Three Kingdoms".

There are also three kingdoms in this world, and the history is basically the same, but some characters have changed.

The theme of "The Decline of the Tang Dynasty" must be used.

The madman has finished writing the words.

Then I started writing again.

However, after writing, the stone wall did not change in the slightest.

He failed.

He had only three hours to answer, and he had already used half an hour.

Obviously, the poems and fu were both thought of by him in advance.

Seeing that Shibi did not react, the madman held his head and roared wildly, and the hysterical roar startled countless birds in the forest.

"Why?

The madman was furious.

"Sixty years, sixty years!"

The madman was red-eyed and irritable.

Su Wu was shocked.

This madman has been here for sixty years.

What kind of inheritance is this? It made him wait for 60 years.

The ancient inheritance is precious to the current warriors.

In ancient times, the number of spiritual warriors and strength warriors far exceeded that of today.

The madman glared at Su Wu, "I'm so angry with Lao Tzu, do you know how painful Lao Tzu is?"

"I ...... I know. ”

Su Wu stammered.

"You know a!"

The madman spat out thick phlegm, "Since the old man took me as an apprentice, why didn't he give me the inheritance directly? ”

“……”

Su Wu.

"Lao Tzu knows that he wants me to stay here and find a good apprentice for him. ”

The madman scolded, "Don't you want to, but how can there be anyone smarter than me in this world? I can't even pass the assessment, how can others pass?"

Su Wu was speechless, I really want to say that you are too narcissistic, right? Didn't you say just now that you are just an erhu?

"Sixty years. ”

The madman suddenly sat on the ground and said helplessly: "It seems that it's time for Lao Tzu to give up." ”

Su Wu couldn't help but say, "Senior, actually...... In fact, I also know a little about poetry and songs. ”

The madman dismissed, "What are you? and deserve that old fellow's legacy?"

Su Wu went out and said to himself: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

When he got here, Su Wu stopped.

The madman Huo Ran got up, grabbed Su Wu's shoulder and said, "You read it again." ”

Su Wu read what he had just read again.

"Where's Xiaque?"

The madman stared at Su Wu deadly.

Su Wu stretched out his hand, "Give me the pen." ”

The madman struggled.

It took a long time before he handed the pen to Su Wu.

Su Wu took the pen, turned around and wrote Yang Shen and Yang Dacaizi's "Linjiang Immortal" on the stone wall.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

The stone wall shone brightly.

"Passed. ”

The madman stared blankly at the stone wall.

It took him sixty years without success, and now a stinky boy has done it.

Su Wu then began to write the second question.

He wrote Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

The madman wanted to stop it, but in the end he let Su Wu write it.

He had waited sixty years, really wondering what the answer his teacher wanted to see.

After writing a song of long hatred, the stone wall once again bloomed with dazzling light.

Su Wu succeeded.

A third question appeared on the stone wall on one side.

Drinking songs.

The third question is only two words.

The time is almost up.

Su Wu's answer time was very short.

The madman couldn't help but worry about Su Wu.

Su Wu didn't have time to think about it, and immediately wrote down Li Bai's general wine.

But when the last word was written, the stone wall shone brightly, enveloping Su Wu.

In the depths of the light, a sword light flashed.

It was a sword the size of a palm.

The sword sank into Su Wu's eyebrows.

Almost at the same time, a voice echoed in Su Wu's mind: "Hold this sword order in charge, and be the master of my sword sect." ”

Then, the light dissipated, and Su Wu returned to the madman.

The madman looked at the sword-shaped mark on Su Wu's eyebrows, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that I, Song Kuchan, would be this kind of person who has no stomach." ”

With a burst of laughter, his figure flickered and disappeared in place as if teleporting.

Su Wusoft sat on the ground, covered in cold sweat.

The murderous aura that suddenly erupted from the madman's body just now was definitely not fake, and Su Wu even thought that he was going to die.

After a long time, Su Wu came back to his senses.

He focused his attention on the "Head Sword Order" in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a series of sword shadows appeared in his mind.

The shadow of the sword became denser and denser, like a piece of calligraphy.

Sword Sect, Sword Book.

Su Wu muttered.

That was the Sword Sect's spiritual cultivation and spiritual attack method, but it was somewhat similar to the cursive sword book.

As soon as the thought moved, the sword order of the head of the eyebrows sank under the skin and disappeared.

Su Wu climbed off the cliff and left the place.

He didn't dare to stay, in case "Song Kuchan" suddenly came back, it would be a big deal.

"Song Kuzen" is too terrifying.

Even Li Yu didn't put so much pressure on Su Wu.

Su Wufei also left.

After he left, the middle-aged man wearing a black scarf and fighting with the leopard and the wolf actually went to the grass hut where Song Kuchan was, and saluted respectfully: "Old patriarch, I found some outsiders. ”

No one paid attention to him, and Song Kuchan was not there.

……