She read very slowly, but it was vivid and powerful, and her tone was frustrating. And he, with a god in his pen, is handy. The handwriting of the wild grass is displayed on the rice paper, and it looks uninhibited.

"Okay, let's do it ourselves. Without waiting for Feng Qingge to come back to her senses, the initiative of the body was already in her hands.

Looking down at the words written on the rice paper, the hairs on Feng Qingge's whole body almost stood up, and I saw the handwriting of the wild grass, as if a ghost drew a peach talisman, which was worse than her steel fork characters!

"I'll go, uncle, you've killed me!" Glaring at this word, Feng Qingge hurriedly pulled the rice paper below, and rewrote another one while he had time. It's a pity that just 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 and thinking, the brush in his hand hesitated, and he didn't dare to put down the pen.

Feng Qingge stretched his neck and wanted to look at the prayer belt next to He Lanbo, but what caught his eye was a blank piece, and it seemed that only those who were selected could see the exam questions written on the blessing 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 glued to the rice paper and couldn't write a word at all.

Completely cheated by the uncle!

Looking at the wild handwriting on it, Feng Qingge even wanted to die, and it seemed that he could only start from the first level. casually pasted the answer on the iron door, and Feng Qingge waited for the person opposite to complain about her.

"Good words, good poems, congratulations on making it to the next level. The voice of scolding the street just now has actually become gentle, and the moment his words just fell, that strong force directly pulled Feng Qingge in.

Nima, will you be able to clear the level in this way!

That kind of word, just like a dog gnawing, is still in front of a good poem, this person must be blind!

At the same time as the wind was complaining, the instructors in the door looked at the answers on the rice paper, and one by one they couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, and subconsciously looked towards the tallest building.

"It's ...... The cursive script left over from tens of thousands of years ago is now unabated and untouched by no one in such a chic and natural way. ”

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

"The words are good, the poems are better, look at the ......"

A group of teachers gathered around the rice paper, looking at the poems written on it. What does it feel like to turn over the clouds and rain, the people who can turn the clouds and rain are definitely not ordinary people. Turning over the hands for the clouds and covering the hands for the rain, that is the strength that only the strong can have.

It's easy to misunderstand the meaning on the surface, but if you have a little brain, you won't write anything irrelevant.

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. We only see the position of the strong at the peak, but we do not see the process they have gone through. ”

"A glimpse of the mountains and ...... This kid writes poems that are so atmospheric. Okay, let's wait and see how she will climb to the top of the Lingjue and how she will see the mountains!"

"The tone is too big, but the verses barely pass, and the font is ...... It's pretty much the same, let's see her next level and make a decision. ”

The sound of chirping is constant, some praise and some complain, and the views on the wind and light song are different. In the entire exam team, she was the only one far ahead, followed by He Lanbo, and some people didn't even pass the first level. It is conceivable how big this gap in strength is. Of course, there are also those who have been beaten back three or four times and have not yet passed the third level.

Feng Qingge didn't know that Du Fu's poems that he borrowed would actually cause such a frenzy, and he had not yet become an official disciple of the Chaoyang Sect, and he was already looked down upon by these mentors. The tone is too big and so arrogant, who would like it?

was almost pulled out by that force, Feng Qingge rubbed his wrists, looking at the sunshade tree and prayer belt in front of him, the whole person's heart was cold, this time without He Lanbo by her side, she didn't know what questions to take.

"Hum!" The prayer belt in front of him trembled violently, and then, the prayer belt that fell off automatically flew into the sky like a kite in the sky, and the handwriting on it appeared.

"The last level, rush to answer, a blessing with a point, time, a stick of incense. The sound of the machine rang in the ears of the wind song, and in the sky, the first blessing belt was unfurled.

"The phoenix falls on the Wutong Wuluo Phoenix. ”

"Quxi Ququ Qulong playing in the water. ”

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

"I'll go, do you want to be so fast!" Hundreds of blessing belts were unfolded one after another, and the macro of the scene, Feng Qingge's eyes were about to pop out, thinking that this was a rush to answer and score, her heart also rose.

Fortunately, the couplets in front of her were relatively familiar, she remembered that some of them were still learned in textbooks, and she searched for the learned couplets in her mind, and when she saw the unfolding in front of her, the corners of her mouth hooked upward, as if it were a machine gun.

"Beads are a perfect match. ”

"Longpu Longlong phoenix hairpin. ”

"The sound of autumn geese is cold. ”

As soon as her mouth opened, she never stopped, her dark eyes swept over the blessing belt above, and she answered when she opened her mouth, not thinking so much at all, as if she was the one who asked the question.

The speed of answering here is ridiculously fast, and the tutors over there are even more dumbfounded, and their jaws are about to fall to the ground, Nima, what kind of mouth is this, it is so powerful, it can say so many couplets in one breath, and it doesn't have to think about it.

In the admissions competition a few years ago, the most powerful one in the literary examination was only fifteen pairs in a stick of incense. But now! 100 points have been added, in other words, Feng Qingge has answered a hundred pairs correctly!

"This animal, it's not a human being!" The disciple who only answered one pair correctly back then burst into tears, he had seen metamorphosis and perversion, but he had never seen such a terrifying wind and light song.

What are you doing to hit people like this, are the couplets from your family, right to be so slippery, and don't stop, isn't this a bully?

"The sound of the wind, the sound of the water, the sound of insects, the sound of birds, the sound of burning, a total of three hundred and sixty days of bells, silent and silent. The moonlight, the mountains, the grass, the trees, the clouds, and the 48,000 six peaks and mountains, all colors are empty. ”

"Good mountains, good water, good wind, good moon, beautiful autumn. Infatuated and infatuated, infatuated with dreams, infatuated with several generations. ”

"Green, green, red, red, provenance: warbler, swallow, swallow. Flowers and plants are twilight every year. ”

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

The onlookers were completely petrified, and even the water was poured on their clothes, and the whole square was silent except for the sound of the wind singing. Immediately followed by a "hum", the time for a stick of incense has arrived, and the people in it were directly teleported out, and all of them were cleared.

This book was first published in Reading Rim