In the Wen Palace, Zhou Hao was quietly looking at the books without covers on the desk in front of him.

Looking at it, Zhou Hao's eyes rolled, and an indescribable excitement flashed through his eyes.

"Great, Uncle Xiao said, only the content in the "Yu Sheng Treasure Scroll" can solve the problem of my five rivers not being connected, the content recorded in this book is too mysterious, is it the ...... in the Yu Sheng Treasure Volume?"

Zhou Hao was surprised in his heart, the Yu Sheng Treasure Scroll was the treasure of the Yu Sheng Heavenly Sect, and there were very few people who could see the Yu Sheng Treasure Scroll in the past except for the head of the sect.

There are 95% of the world's martial arts in the library on Yunhai Peak, and there are still 5% left, and the "Yu Shengbao Scroll" is in these five percent.

A stick of incense is placed on each table, and it ends when the incense burns out.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. Haotian Holy Feather, angry and mournful. Reach its strong and peep into the way of the sky, so know that there is more than enough to make up for the deficiency, it is so that there is a false victory, its deficiency is more than enough, its river is not passed, its sea is not seen, turn the yin bridge in the border yang, line Weishui in the bitter river, change the door of life on the other side, three gather yin water, five hearts of the rising sun, through its qi and luck, melt its water and break it, the mountain falls and the river passes, the ground collapses and the sea sees ......"

"All things are negative yin and embrace yang, and they are impulsive and peaceful. Therefore, the Tao is in the world, and then it is done, and the surplus is to make up for the deficiency, and the deficiency is more than the other, yin and yang are blended, the virtual and the real are combined, and all the laws can be used. Therefore, it is the way of heaven and earth, so it is used ......endlessly."

Zhou Hao was completely immersed in the book, forgetting himself and the outside world, and reaching a state of forgetting both things and himself.

Rilong sat at the table, flipped through the books, felt bored, sat silly, looked at Zhao Jingchuan, and then looked at Pei Yuehong.

"Why don't you remember?"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came into Rilong's ears, and he was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and buried his head in the book.

Standing in front of Rilong was a flying feather-robed disciple of the Feather Saint Heavenly Sect, his face was cold, he stared at Rilong, knocked his hand on his head, and said, "I don't want to remember ......"

"Ah...... "Who knows, before the disciple in the flying feather robe finished speaking, the sun dragon stood up viciously and yelled at the young man, disturbing the entire hall.......

Zhao Jingchuan, Pei Yuehong, Yang Ziyan, Bai Yanling and others were all taken aback and turned their heads to look.

Who is so bold as to dare to make a loud noise in the Temple of Literature?

"This fool doesn't mean to go crazy. Zhao Jingchuan blinked.

Pei Yuehong shook his head speechlessly and said, "This kind of person, how can he be admitted to the Feather Saint Heavenly Sect?"

The young man in the flying feather robe was named Han Fuyou, he stared at Rilong, there were spiritual fluctuations in his eyes, to affect Rilong, but he didn't want to backfire, Rilong roared and pounced on Han Fuyou.

Han Fuyou was slightly angry in his heart, no one had ever dared to make a loud noise in the Wendian before, let alone fight.

Immediately, the vitality in his body exploded, and his big hand pressed forward, directly slapping the sun dragon out of the Wen Palace.

Even so, Han Fuyou was shocked back a few steps by Rilong before he stabilized his body.

The elders and disciples of the sect in the distance all saw this scene, which made Han Fuyou's white face slightly red, his face full of disbelief, and his mouth muttered: "Impossible, how is this possible?"

In a world where martial arts are respected, no matter how literal and crepe you are, what you cultivate is strength, and what you compare is still fists.

A young man who had not yet entered the cultivation of the Feather Saint Heavenly Sect had such power, which shocked Han Fuyou.

Not only was he shocked, but the three elders sitting in the main hall in the distance also frowned, feeling incredible.

Han Fuyou's strength among the disciples of the Yusheng Heavenly Sect can be said to be in the top 100, nineteen years old, congenital five realms, not much different from Yuan Jianlong, who was the last on the Qingyun list.

However, Zhou Hao didn't know what was happening here, and he was still immersed in the mystery between the words of the book.

Han Fuyou turned to look at the three elders sitting in the main hall, and his spiritual power said, "Elder, what should I do with this son?"

"Let him stay outside honestly first, don't affect other people's assessments, and wait until the assessment is over. The white-eyed, white-bearded, white-haired old man sitting in the middle said.

Han Fuyou nodded, his spiritual power swept outside the hall, and found that Rilong was sitting honestly under a cedar outside the Wen Palace, so he did not walk out of the Wen Palace.

The time of a stick of incense is very fast, tens of thousands of obscure words, it is not easy to memorize all of them in the time of a stick of incense, not to mention that these words are also injected with spiritual power, many people forget after remembering in front, and some people with weak mental power can't read it at all.

Zhou Hao watched the incense burn out, closed the book, took out a piece of white paper and a pen and inkstone and began to write silently, he had the ability to never forget, this kind of test was too simple for him, and the spiritual power of words could not affect him at all.

If he hadn't understood the mystery of the Chinese character content in the book, he would have written it silently.

In the process of his dictation, many people were handing in papers.

Zhao Jingchuan and Pei Yuehong also handed in the paper and wrote three pieces of paper, but when they came to Zhou Hao's side, they were surprised to find that Zhou Hao had written five pieces of paper silently and had not stopped.

Half an hour later, Zhou Hao got up satisfied, walked to the three elders with thirteen pieces of paper in his hand, and handed over the content of his dictation.

"Huh......"

When the three elders saw Zhou Hao handing over thirteen pieces of paper, they all showed a lot of surprise.

Because if you memorize all the contents of a book and write it down silently, it would take thirteen blank sheets of paper to write it down.

One of the elders quickly skimmed what Zhou Hao had written, and nodded to the other two elders.

"There you go. ”

The white-haired and white-bearded old man sitting in the middle glanced at Zhou Hao and smiled gently.

Zhou Hao nodded, turned around and glanced at it, and found that the Wen Hall was full of people again, and there was no Rilong.

Walking out of the Wen Palace, many teenagers and girls were circling around Rilong, pointing and laughing at him, making Rilong go crazy and beat people.

Zhao Jingchuan, Pei Yuehong, Yang Ziyan, Bai Yanling and others were also there, but they didn't interject.

"This fool, all stupid like this, still came to test the Yu Holy Heavenly Sect?" someone pointed at Rilong and laughed.

The sun dragon was angry, and with a roar of rage, he threw himself at the young man, and the powerful force knocked the latter out of the air.

The young man turned over and stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Rilong angrily: "Little beast, you dare to sneak up on me, see if Ben Shao kills you......"

When Zhou Hao saw this scene, his expression was solemn, and he rushed over quickly, stopped the sun dragon, and then blocked the young man who was rushing angrily, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Zhou Hao knew in his heart that it was impossible for Rilong to pass the second level of the Yusheng Heavenly Sect literary examination, so he must be angry in his heart.

The men came to taunt him again, angering the Sundragon.

It's just that this is the Yusheng Heavenly Sect, and it can't be made.

"Yo, this fool still has a helper, boy, who are you letting get out of the way?" the young man in the yellow python robe glared at Zhou Hao angrily, sneered at first, and then shouted.