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From the immortal mountain of the Three Pavilions, three Taoists came down in a hurry, led by the old man in the yellow robe who was invigilating, and behind him was a young man dressed in white, and a woman who looked full of Taoist rhyme, about thirty years old.

"Elder Yuanqing, do you know this young man named Su Yang?" It was the woman who had put her bun on the back of her neck.

"I checked the roster twice, but I didn't find the name Su Yang, and I don't know if it was missing when I filled in the roster or what." The yellow-robed old man called Yuan Qing said suspiciously.

"Suyi doesn't need to be anxious, I'll see it later, but I'm more curious about it, the poem of the young man's master, is it so good?" The white-robed young man's face was a little indifferent, which made his tone sound a little disdainful.

"There may be some gaps compared to the elders in the pavilion, but I think it is neat and natural, and it is more comfortable to read than the poems continued by the elders, not like it was written by a teenager." The woman is the plain clothes of the white-robed young man.

"After all, the master is widely known to everyone in the world, and this poem is untitled, and it is not necessary that those private school gentlemen in the world have taught them, maybe this person is just copying the teacher's achievements." The white-robed old man was still indifferent, and compared with the seriousness of the old man Yuanqing, he looked very arrogant.

"Cultivation still depends on talent, this kind of opportunistic cleverness is of little use to our three pavilions, whether it is because you can't answer the exam questions, and copy the continuation of Mr. Private School, you will know later." Old man Yuan Qing said solemnly.

"Myoya, Myoya." The corners of the white-robed young man's mouth lifted lightly and he stopped talking.

"Anyway, I just like the sentence 'I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together'." Suyi muttered, but didn't say it.

At the foot of the fairy mountain, all the candidates gathered on the huge bluestone early, one by one, full of energy, with fiery faces, without the slightest fatigue that had just woken up.

However, there was one seat vacant, and it was Su Yang's seat.

At this time, the three Taoists who came down from the mountain had already appeared in everyone's sight, but when they saw Su Yang, who had not yet come to gather, the audience suddenly burst into laughter.

"Did that piece of waste sneak away last night?"

"Wasn't it hard yesterday? Hmph, it's kind of acquaintance. ”

"I saw him steaming salted fish last night, maybe he overslept, but as a cultivator, he will oversleep, and there is really no one but this waste."

"That salted fish is for that kid, and he is a salted fish himself, haha." Liu Qingcheng, who had been silent on the side, laughed.

"Forget it, the elders are here, don't care about the shit."

The three Taoists stood still, all of them showed awe-inspiring eyes on their faces, glanced at the old man in yellow robes, looked at the woman next to him, and finally looked at the young man in white, all of them lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at the person.

"When I read the name, I get up." Yuan Qing yelled, then conjured a piece of paper out of thin air, looked at the paper, and read it.

On the other side, in Su Yang's room.

At this time, Su Yang was sleeping soundly, and in his dream he used the Shenzhou Haotu app to draw a beautiful woman, and Harazi was almost on his neck.

And at this moment, "Boom click, boom click." A familiar piece of music rang out, from Su Yang's arms, from Su Yang's mobile phone.

Hearing the voice, Su Yang sat up violently, closed his eyes and skillfully turned off the alarm on his mobile phone, and muttered something in his mouth: "Go to work, go to work, Su Yang, you are the most handsome in the world, wake up handsome." ”

Get dressed, open the door, and get out of the bedroom ready to brush your teeth.

However, Su Yang found that someone was calling him, "Su Yang, who is Su Yang!" ”

Su Yang woke up violently, saw the huge bluestone, and saw the thirty or so teenagers sitting on the plate, and scolded in his heart, "Grass, except for the beauties who were drawn, it turned out that all TM was real." ”

Su Yang wiped off the saliva mark on his face, and his face was not washed, so he ran over, causing everyone to look sideways for a while, some ridicule, some disdain, but more doubts, they didn't hear it wrong just now, right? Elder Yuanqing actually pronounced the name of this waste?

"With such a difficult exam question, how could he pass the assessment?" The prickly young man beside Liu Qingcheng exclaimed.

"Can a person who failed the first twelve examinations pass the question about the Master? How is this possible? Surprise was written on everyone's faces.

However, Su Yang didn't pay attention to others, and stood outside the crowd, pouting, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and said lightly: "Well, it's me." ”

After Su Yang spoke, the three Taoists stared at Su Yang at the same time, and looked at Su Yang.

"Your name is not Su Erniu?" Yuan Qingdao's face was a little ugly, and he pretended to be calm and said impatiently.

"Yes, my name is Su Erniu, but my name is Su Yang now, is there anything wrong with this? Is it illegal? Su Yang spread his hands and said seriously.

Yuan Qing was speechless, but the young man in white next to him was interested, this person is not a legend, but he has been assessed twelve times, and he still doesn't know how to give up the waste, and now he still knows how to change his name to escape the initial impression, but it is somewhat interesting.

The middle-aged woman behind Yuan Qing didn't think much about it, just smiled at this oily and smooth boy.

"Hehe, I am true that you can pass the preliminary examination, maybe the reason is in the topic of the assessment, as we all know, the master's untitled praise is very extensive, and there are countless folk continuations, so could it be that you copied it from which private school gentleman? How do we know? Therefore, we reserve your assessment results for the time being. ”

After listening to the words of the old man in the yellow robe, Su Yang scolded in his heart, who the hell is the master, what the hell is Untitled, Lao Tzu silently wrote Su Shi's big words to express his thoughts, and also violated the rights and interests of Mr. Private School?

Su Yang was a little angry, but he didn't show it, after all, this Three Pavilion Immortal Sect was an important springboard for him to understand this world, and he didn't want to lose it easily.

So after being silent for a moment, Su Yang asked unwillingly, "Then what should I do." ”

Yuan Qing said coldly: "Since you are so unrelenting, then make another exam question on the spot, if you can satisfy any of the three of me, you will pass." ”

Liu Qingcheng sneered, feeling that this waste took the master's untitled article, and actually copied the continuation made by a private school gentleman, it is really shameless, now do another exam question on the spot, see how you cheat this waste!

"What's the question?" Early in the morning, Su Yang's head had completely sobered up.

"Since your poetry is so powerful, then as long as you can make a poem on the spot to prove that you have the strength to write yesterday's continuation yesterday, we will naturally count you through." The old man in the yellow robe said, and with a fan of his robe, the clouds in the sky dodged again, revealing the attic in the mountain, "Well, let's make a poem with our fairy pavilion." ”

Su Yang was no longer surprised by this Taoist method, but stared at the glorious attic on the hill and groaned, then shook his head, took out his mobile phone in front of everyone, and opened Du Niang.

Well, that's it.