When he first traveled to the Ming Dynasty, Wu Jie would smoothly return to modern society every day when he fell asleep. In the same way, falling asleep in modern society will also come to the Ming Dynasty. Just shuttled back and forth between the two worlds every day, without exception.

It's like Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, I don't know if it was Wu Jie in the Ming Dynasty who dreamed of Wu Jie in modern society, or the other way around.

In the end, my nerves broke down a bit.

He was also deeply distressed by this, afraid that one day he would turn himself into a madman.

Fortunately, things are developing for the better, and gradually, dreams are becoming less and less. At first, it was only one dream in two days, then three days, sometimes even four days. At the same time, in modern society there is even a thing of losing time.

Wu Jie knew that if he continued to develop like this, one day he would completely travel to the Ming Dynasty and never go back.

I can't say whether it's good or bad, he's a loose person. In his opinion, modern social life is bleak for him, and even if he can't go back, it's not a big deal.

On the contrary, the colorful and hopeful Ming Dynasty was full of passion for him, and it would be a good thing if he could cross it completely.

To this end, he also made many preparations. This is true both mentally and spiritually.

However, at this time, such a thing happened. When I was in a hurry to return to modern society, I didn't have a dream.

This discovery made Wu Jie a little depressed, looking back, he hadn't dreamed for three days, and he didn't know when he would return to modern society next time.

If you can't go back.

There was a thump in my head, and I suddenly became a little flustered.

Wu Jie was in a daze in the examination room, and he was anxious about the three examiners outside. Bao Yingxia's gaze fell majestically on Wu Jie, refusing to leave for a moment, and her expression became more and more serious. And Shen Xuezheng couldn't stop rubbing his hands and feet, and he just sighed lowly.

Because of the discipline in the examination room, the three of them are not easy to remind.

After another moment, Professor Fuxue couldn't stand it anymore and coughed heavily.

This sound alarmed Wu Jie, who was in a daze.

Wu Jie looked outside, and saw the three adults standing there anxiously, and then looked at the sunset that was already in the west, and was taken aback: It's almost evening, why am I still stunned here? No matter what fate awaits me at Jin Yiwei, the exam in front of me is related to the future of someone Wu. Let's deal with this exam first, there are two days and two nights in the college exam, and some of them have time to travel back to modern society. This is just the beginning, what is the hurry. Wait a little longer and it's time to hand in the papers, and if you don't do the questions, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But, it's all this time, is it too late?

"Is it still too late?" Outside the examination room, the three examiners saw Wu Jie wake up, and while letting out a sigh of relief, they all thought the same.

Wu Jie rubbed his hands and lifted the pen.

I thought about it again, but I shook my head and put the pen down.

"This Wu Shizhen, what are you rubbing......" The professor finally couldn't help but whisper.

"Silence." Bao Yingxia reminded him not to speak.

But I thought in my heart, yes, the two eight-strand essays are easy to say, but there is a draft first, consider the words and sentences, and then transcribe, the time is urgent, and the concern is chaotic. Even if everything goes well, I don't know when I will finish writing it now.

In a hurry, Wu Jie picked out another pen from the examination basket, put the tip of the pen to his eyes and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"I see, he's going to choose a familiar pen!" Bao Yingxia nodded, glanced at each other with the other two examiners, and laughed at each other.

Everyone is from a professional background, so they naturally know the meaning of being a good pen for candidates. Each brush looks the same, but different materials and different workmanship are very different from each other. Some pens are round and full, while others are dry and frustrated. Poor quality brushes not only affect the speed of writing, but also spoil the mood.

Also, the candidates on the imperial examination field have read the sage books all their lives, although they have a heroic spirit. But sometimes there is some superstition, if the first few games with a certain pen all the way through, think that this brush has brought good luck to yourself.

Wu Jie's move is probably based on the same thoughts.

This is understandable.

However, after Wu Jie took out the pen, he raised his left hand, and then lifted another pen with his right hand, and at the same time dipped a full tube of ink in the inkstone.

"What is this guy doing?" The three examiners were puzzled.

The next scene made them almost scream.

I saw that Wu Jie took a two-pronged approach and wrote on two different volumes. The hands and feet are nimble and the movements are smooth.

"This ......" Shen Xuezheng finally became angry, and shouted in a low voice: "What is this Wu Jie doing?" ”

"Don't worry." Bao Yingxia stretched out her hand to hold Shen Xuezheng and whispered: "He is doing two different articles at the same time, not bad, not bad, he is dedicated to two things, and he doesn't add any points, and it is really good." ”

"Dual-minded, wouldn't it, can it still be like this?" Shen Xuezheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Why not." Bao Yingxia touched the beard on her chin and smiled: "It's just an ordinary ability, although you and I can't, it doesn't mean that others can't do it." As far as I know, Zhang Juzheng and Uncle Zhang can grow up. Back then, when he and his official were at a banquet in the capital, he used to paint and inscribe poems at the same time. When the painting is completed, the poem is written, and it is a good story for a while. This Zhang Baigui likes to make some dazzling things out to scare people all his life. ”

"Really, how is it possible?"

"Actually, it's not difficult to have such a skill, and you can also practice when you come down. You can draw a circle with one hand and a square with the other, and slowly you will get used to it. ”

"That's right." Shen Xuezheng couldn't help but stretch out his left and right index fingers and try it on his clothes, and it was okay at first, but he couldn't draw a few times, and he just felt impetuous, and he was messed up.

It was only then that he was taken aback. I only drew it a few times, and it was a complete mess. Wu Jie, on the other hand, has to write two articles at the same time, from the brewing to the writing, and the beginning and end of the articles, they are very particular. When I went to the examination room, I had to scrutinize for a long time, and I thought about it clearly before I dared to put pen to paper.

But the Wu Festival in front of him seems to be written without thinking at all.

"This Wu Shizhen won't be self-defeating and scribbling, right?" Ignoring the rules of the examination room, Shen Xuezheng stepped forward and looked inside.

When I saw this, I was suddenly shocked in my heart.

I saw that the two pens of the Wu Festival were like rafters and purlins, and the pens were like flying.

One scroll is the handsome and elegant Wang Xizhi, and the other scroll is the dignified and steady Wei Monument.

His sleeves were rolled up high, and his slender arms were flipped up and down like a butterfly in flowers.

In a short time, the two articles were written at the same time, and more than 300 words were sprinkled.

"It's ...... It's so fast......"

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