"It's ...... Wild grass. Xuemo's eyes were bright, and she looked at the fonts on the rice paper as if she had found a treasure.

As soon as the word wild grass came out, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, they had also seen wild grass handwriting, but they really didn't have an impression of such a font.

When it came to the word wild grass, He Lanbo's eyes lit up, staring at the cursive script on the rice paper, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and said in surprise: "This, this is the wild grass of 10,000 years ago, Feng Ershui, how can you ......" Even his own name can be written as Feng Ershui, how can he write such a wild grass!

Look at this handwriting, vigorous and powerful, cursive is not in the body, just above the artistic conception, this free and easy handwriting, can show how unruly the owner is, chic and free people. The foundation is profound, and it is not something that can be imitated overnight, this word can really be compared with the wild grass 10,000 years ago!

Remembering that he had seen the true works of wild grass in Helan's library, Helan Bo's heart beat suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he immediately grabbed the rice paper in front of him, and wailed vigorously: "I'll go, Brother Feng Ershui, it's me who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I actually scolded your handwriting for being ugly!" For the sake of my sincere apology, you can give me this pair of wild grass! ”

"It's a wild grass authentic handiwork, a font from 10,000 years ago, and it actually appears here...... Feng Ershui, you ......" Xue Mo also recognized it, and his iceberg-like face also changed color. However, he was not as shameless as He Lanbo, and went directly to the rice paper for answering the question.

The real works of wild grass are rare to see, and many of the wild grass collected now are imitations. Xue Mo had a cold face and said in a low voice: "This wild grass, can you write something for me at will?" Well...... I owe you a favor. ”

"It's really wild grass, hurry up, you can get the real trace of wild grass, at least 10,000 taels of gold to start!"

"Really? But even Prince Helan and Prince Xuemo are confirmed, it must be true, rob it! ”

"Wait, give me a little left, the real work of wild grass!"

Hearing the four big words of the wild grass, the person who questioned it just now immediately turned red-eyed, and he couldn't wait to come up and grab it now. But fortunately, Gu Shen had already prepared, and the enchantment stopped the people around him outside, and he pulled away He Lanbo, who was about to die, and he said coldly: "How can you get your hands on this wild grass authenticity, the first in the literary examination has been repeatedly confirmed by the elders and the sect master." Except for the three hundred questions in the fourth and fifth levels, all of them are answered correctly. ”

"Buzz!" It was like a heavy hammer that smashed into everyone's chest, and they couldn't even breathe for a while.

300 questions, all answered correctly! What kind of concept is that, even Xue Mo only answered thirty-two questions, and only got a few questions right. And the wind sings lightly, one breath is incoherent, and he doesn't even think about it, just like that, all three hundred questions are right!

"Damn, Ergou, you're really plugging in!" slapped Feng Qingge's ass hard, Feng Cheng gave a thumbs up directly, and smiled with satisfaction: "It is worthy of the person I fancy, with a good brain and a good ass." I said why are you so good, you can even answer all these questions correctly, it's just a little perverted! ”

All the couplets in the fifth level are unfolded, and the dazzling content, not to mention the rush to answer, let them look at a question at will, and they all feel a headache, Feng Qingge actually has the ability, in such a short time, all the answers are correct, this is not a metamorphosis, what is a metamorphosis!

The exam questions of the Chaoyang Sect have always been rigorous, and they don't open the back door to anyone, if not, they must think that Feng Qingge has read the answer in advance, otherwise how can they all get full marks!

"The literary examination is over, and the martial arts will be fought in half an hour." Gu Shen didn't care what the people around him thought, put away all these precious answer papers, and hurriedly walked towards the courtyard.

Those countless eyes came towards Feng Qingge, but they were all frightened back by Xue Mo's gaze.

Wiping the sweat on her forehead, Feng Qingge hurriedly pulled out her legs and was about to leave, but the big hand on the side directly wrapped around her thighs.

"What do you do!" Even if it's holding one leg, Helan Bo, this kid hugging the two together, she is not prepared at all, and she can't wait to kick the person behind her directly.

The two eyes were splashing, He Lanbo grabbed Feng Qingge's trouser leg, looked at Feng Qingge pitifully, and choked up: "Ershui, you must help me, you also know that I am a tragedy, although I was born in the family of the son, but my father and mother died early, and I have no other hobbies in my life, so I have a unique love for this wild grass." Since you write such a wild grass, you will slop me fiercely...... No, just hit my dog in the eye with your wild grass, so that I can see the real wild grass more clearly. As a brother, such a small wish, you will definitely not refuse Ershui, right? ”

I'll go...... Feng Qingge almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his hands clasped the dirt on the ground and he was about to crawl outside.

"Ergou!" With a bang, I saw Feng Chao fall directly to the ground, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Feng Qingge's waist, and shouted with a handful of snot and tears: "Are you hungry and panicked, I'll give you food below, just ask you to reward me with a pair of wild grass!" The literary exam just now is that I can't stand you, it's my mouth! As long as there is wild grass, no matter what you want to do to me, even if you have a dragon yang fetish, I will accept it, and my innocent body will be yours! ”

Oh my uncle! Yours are too ...... Hurriedly grabbed Feng Chao's big hand, Feng Qingge's face was even more flushed with anger, He Lanbo's hands pulled her pants, almost even her pants were pulled down, Feng Chao was even more shameless, and those hands slapped her buttocks, this Nima was completely eating her tofu!

Just as she was about to get angry, she heard a "bell", and the sharp sword brushed against Feng Qingge's cheek, and the brush pierced into the dirt, only an inch away from her neck. The cold sweat on his forehead kept coming out, and Feng Qingge looked at the figure standing in front of him, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell straight down.

"My personal sword, for your wild grass." Xue Mo held back for a long time before he spit out such a sentence.

You uncles, it's not like this to go wild! Feng Qingge was almost fainted, grabbed his pants, and threw Feng Chao and He Lanbo out directly with a roll, panting and saying, "I'm in a bad mood today, I can't write!" ”

"It's okay, we can wait, as long as you're willing to write!" A carp straightened up and got up directly, He Lanbo smiled, and asked with a little puzzlement: "I said Ershui, I always felt something wrong when I pulled your pants just now, are you born with poor development, I didn't feel anything after touching it for a long time, I ......"

This book originated from reading a book