After walking out of this big tent, An Lingsu raised his eyes and saw Zhou Zechen's figure again.

It's not that she deliberately wants to follow him, but where he is, there are fewer people in line.

An Lingsu raised his heel.

Zhou Zechen saw that the woman who had been pestering him followed up again, and his eyes became more and more indifferent.

Since this woman is so ignorant, don't blame yourself for doing something in her exam.

Soon, Zhou Zechen walked into the tent in front of him for the exam, An Lingsu smiled and closed his eyes again.

This time, she "saw" the pitching tent in front of her filled with unknown materials and countless parchment rolls. And the old professor in charge of the exam asked Zhou Zechen to pair them one by one.

The content of this exam seems to be difficult. Zhou Zechen thought about it for a long time, and then he matched the six teams.

The old professor divided the four teams aside, smiled and nodded, obviously these four teams were the correct combination, and then, in front of Zhou Zechen, he corrected the wrong two groups, and then patted Zhou Zechen on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Obviously, this professor and Zhou Zechen knew each other before, and they are still very familiar with each other. Otherwise, he wouldn't have corrected the two groups he got wrong in person and told him the correct answer.

An Lingsu opened his eyes and smiled confidently again.

Although, at the end, she "saw" the indifferent teenager whispering something to the old professor again.

She knew that this was the teenager trying to embarrass herself again, right?

It's a pity...... She's not afraid.

Next, she also stood in this somewhat messy tent.

The old professor in charge of the exam was a fat old man, and he looked very kind.

"Here are some materials for building spirit soldiers and various spirit runes, you see, put them together intuitively. The old professor smiled and said, "Give you half an hour." ”

An Lingsu smiled again.

She finally knew what the indifferent teenager had whispered to the professor. ---- other people's exam time, that's a quarter of an hour.

Want to embarrass yourself about the exam time? hehe......

This time, without a trace of hesitation, she directly placed the correct combination of the six teams that she had just "seen" in front of the old professor, and it took less than five breaths in total.

The smile on the old professor's face had long since been replaced by shock.

This kid ...... How did she do it?

The next moment, An Lingsu gave him an impeccable answer.

"Professor, my instincts tell me that's the way it is. She said with a smile, with an innocent and coquettish face.

"There's still a lot of time," the old professor asked, looking at the hourglass beside him, "why don't you choose more?"

An Lingsu shook her head, and once again gave him an impeccable answer.

"Because," she said calmly, "my instincts have only told me so much. ”

Intuition again!

This kid is such a powerful talent!

The old professor waved his hand to let her go, but there was an indescribable look of shock in his eyes.

An Lingsu bowed and smiled slyly again.

Then she stepped out of the tent and looked around again.

It's still so unfortunate that she once again fell in love with the position behind Zhou Zechen.

This time, however, she couldn't cheat.

Because the content of this exam is very simple, as simple as ...... She doesn't even know how to cheat?

Because, after she "saw" Zhou Zechen walk into this big tent, the professor inside just asked him to choose a weapon.

The whole process of the exam is simple, fast and straightforward.

An Lingsu opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

This time, what is the content of the test?

However, before she could think of a result for herself, she was already standing in this large tent full of eighteen weapons.

The teacher in charge of the examination was younger than the previous two, about thirty or forty years old, and he was a middle-aged man who looked very dignified.

"An Lingsu, with your intuition, pick a weapon here. The middle-aged professor said with a serious face.

An Lingsu raised his head and carefully glanced at the weapons around him.

There were about a hundred weapons here, some of which she knew the names of, and many more, which she had never seen before.

Her gaze slowly swept from the tent, but the next moment, her eyeholes shrank suddenly.

Under the shocked gaze of the middle-aged professor, she walked straight to the corner of the wall, bent down and picked up two weapons.

A broken knife, and a large bow without a bowstring!

"Why did you choose them?" asked the middle-aged professor with a look of disbelief.

This kid, how could she choose these two weapons that didn't seem to have any spiritual power.

These two things have always belonged to only one person......

An Lingsu smiled.

Of course, she wouldn't tell the professor that she had chosen these two things because they had runes on them that people in the world thought they would never understand, but they were simplified characters that she recognized at a glance.

This is the first time that An Lingsu has seen the breath of another world in this world.

Dragon Slayer Knife, Cloud Piercing Bow!

This is the simplified Chinese character engraved on these two weapons.

Very familiar font, very familiar name.

An Lingsu's eyes had excitement that no one in this world could understand.

These two weapons may be just weapons for the people here, but for her, they are the breath of another whole world.

"Professor," she said, putting down the broken knife and weapon in her hand, and when she looked up, her eyes were already smiling and her face was calm.

"About ...... It's a gut feeling. I felt a familiar smell in them. She said half-truthfully.

Familiar......

The middle-aged professor seemed to have a serious face, but what no one knew was that at this moment, the shock in his heart could no longer be described in words.

This girl, she actually felt a hint of familiarity from the dragon slaying knife and the cloud-piercing bow!

What does this mean?

Only the old people in the academy will know that this dragon slaying knife and cloud piercing bow have always belonged to only one person, a person who makes the whole world tremble and admire.

The middle-aged professor waved his hand with a serious face.

An Lingsu bowed and left through the back door again.

A quarter of an hour later, An Lingsu was standing in another large tent.

This time, it should be an exam for liberal arts.

Because, standing in front of her was an old professor wearing a cyan scholarly robe and looking very elegant.

The old professor took out a scroll and, in front of her, opened it.

This is a simple sketch with charcoal.

On the painting, there is wind, rain, and apricot blossoms.

An Lingsu smiled again. From her point of view, in fact, the painting is not good, but it is better than the artistic conception.

"Looking at this painting, do you think of any poems?" said the elegant old professor, looking up at her, very gently.

"Yes," An Lingsu looked up and smiled.

"Apricot blossoms, spring rain ......"

Hearing only these two words, the elegant old professor's eyes were already full of shock.

Then, at last, he heard the word he thought he would never hear in his life.

"Gangnam. An Lingsu gently spat out the last two words.

Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The old professor muttered, but the scroll in his hand had quietly slipped to the ground.

However, he didn't know anything, just silently recited this poem, recalling that yearning time.

An Ling glanced at him thoughtfully, then bent down to pick up the scroll on the ground, and bowed his head.

The old professor took the scroll a little dazed, and suddenly asked loudly, "How did you come up with the word Jiangnan?"

In their Yunzhou Empire, or even the entire Middle-earth Continent, there has never been a place name like Jiangnan!

An Lingsu smiled and gave that impeccable answer again.

"Intuition. She said calmly, "Professor, I don't know why, but when I saw this painting, I instinctively chanted this sentence." ”

In fact, she also saw another artistic conception from this painting.

That is, loneliness!