Fang Lang is very confident in the poem he wrote.

After all, it is the work of the poets of the previous life, this world advocates cultivation, and the wind of practice prevails, but it is also a favorite for poetry.

Despite this, Fang Lang also believes that the works of those poets in the previous life can also bloom in this life.

Just like the one written by Fang Lang now, although there are no flowery rhetoric, ordinary words, gathered together, it gives people a sense of shocking impact.

In order to stand out, Fang Lang really began to work hard to take out the dry goods in his heart.

In the usual college examinations, Fang Lang never took out these dry goods, mainly because Fang Lang only had those poems that he had memorized in his previous life, and he naturally had to take them out at his discretion.

Fang Lang left the examination room of the third book building.

The entire academy is silent.

Poetry is a delicate work, every sentence, and even every word must be revised, revised, and scrutinized.

It is still very rare for a student like Fang Lang to submit the paper in less than a quarter of an hour.

Autumn is getting stronger, and a little chill is coming.

Fang Lang walked to the martial arts arena and looked at the quaint study buildings, his expression was also complicated.

In a short time, it will be time to say goodbye to the academy.

Step out of the comfort zone of the small academy and step towards the bigger Tang world.

However, the memories of the practice in the academy are also unforgettable.

After being sad for a while, Fang Lang found a remote corner, took out the spirit crystal, and began to absorb the spirit crystal to practice.

The aura in his body is overflowing, and he is already approaching the peak of the eighth stage, and he can break through the shackles of the ninth stage at any time.

Fang Lang actually hoped to become a nine-stage sword disciple before stepping into the "Yunling Pagoda".

In that way, in the Yunling Tower, there is hope to impact the sword master and maximize the absorption of spiritual energy!

Of the one hundred and fifty-one cultivation spirit crystals provided by the system, there are still eight left.

Fang Lang switched to the state of three bonds, and took advantage of the time when the other students were writing poems to absorb the remaining eight spirit crystals.

It was like a bucket that was almost overflowing, and a small spoonful of water was poured in.

Fang Lang, who was sitting in the corner of the martial arts arena, suddenly began to have a qi machine bulging all over his body, and above his head, green smoke filled the air, accompanied by a rotating spiritual energy vortex.

Boom Boom!

The meridians in Fang Lang's body made the sound of waves crashing on the shore, like an angry river roaring!

It's time to break through!

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes!

"But...... The system's cultivation spirit crystals have run out! ”

Fang Lang's eyes froze.

The next moment, he took out a medium-grade spirit crystal that Lao Fang had purchased for him.

This spirit crystal is full of the old party's expectations for him, since it is a spirit crystal, it is used for use, at this time, it is just to be used!

However, absorbing this spirit crystal, without adding experience points, is a bit of a small loss.

The aura in the spirit crystal was frantically absorbed by Fang Lang.

Fang Lang followed the description of the basic exercises in the "Tang Sword Sutra", and the aura gathered in the dantian!

Condense the scattered aura into a vortex in the dantian!

And in the state of the three bonds, Fang Lang's cultivation perception level is equivalent to two-thirds of the old ginger, and it is not difficult to condense the vortex!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in the body!

Suddenly, Fang Lang felt a shock all over his body.

It is as if the meridians in the body have been penetrated, and in the dantian, the cyclone is formed!

It was a matter of course to step into the nine-stage swordsman!

Fang Lang's eyes were shining, and the turbid qi in his mouth was like an air sword spewing out, penetrating the air for more than three feet, and Fang is extinguished.

Nine-Rank Swordsman......

It's done!

……

……

"W-"

The bell bell rings the bell for the end of the first poetry exam!

In the study building, it was suddenly noisy, and the students in green shirts put down their pens and walked out of the building under the strict gaze of the teachers.

The students had different expressions on their faces, some excited, some desperate, and a little scratching their heads.

This is the life situation after the exam.

It's as embarrassing as a gamble.

The examination of the poetry subject has just ended, and in the third book building, Wen Jiaoxi turned into a streamer, carrying a stack of candidates' rolling papers, full of excitement and rushing out, and swept his spiritual thoughts, and found Fang Lang who was calming down the qi machine in a corner of the martial arts arena.

Seeing Fang Lang, Wen Jiaoxi was stunned, after all, Fang Lang had just broken through, his breath had not yet stabilized, and the cultivation of the Nine Rank Sword Disciples was exposed, which was obvious.

!

This kid...... What's wrong with nine paragraphs?!

Go back and ask Jian Dabi, what kind of cultivation is this kid?

Even if it's a yellow root bone and stacked with spirit crystals, I'm afraid it won't be able to break through so many sections in such a short period of time, right?

"Could it be that this kid's root bone was wrong before?"

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes flashed with suspicion, but at this moment, ...... None of that matters!

He stared at Fang Lang, his eyes bright: "You kid...... Always hiding it? ”

"This song "Wangyue", such a short period of time...... How did you write it?! ”

Fang Lang saw Wen Jiaoxi's excited look.

stood up, dusted off his green clothes, smiled kindly, and could only answer with a panacea.

"The article is natural, and the magic hand is ......"

Calm words, with the calm face of the waves.

The wind is light and light, as if writing such a popular poem, it is like holding a fallen leaf that is swept by the autumn wind.

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes were stunned, and Fang Lang's words were recalled in his mouth.

For a long time, Wen Jiao Xi Fang glanced at Fang Lang deeply, and he felt the sharp edge bursting out of Fang Lang's body.

The first battle of the Teaching Division, this kid ...... Are you going to show your sword?

Sure enough, he went to the title of the gold list of the scientific examination!

"It's a pity, the timing is not right...... If this poem had been written in the scientific examination, it would have earned you a high score, however, it appeared early, and it was a bit wasteful in the college examination. ”

Wen Jiaoxi sighed.

Then, he squinted his eyes and patted Fang Lang's shoulder: "In the past three years, are you satisfied with what Jiaoxi has taught you?" ”

Fang Lang was stunned, reacted, stood up straight, bowed, and said seriously: "Thank you for teaching for three years." ”

"You've worked hard."

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly chuckled softly: "Yes, you little guy, you are worthy of teaching you what I taught you." ”

"Work hard for the next few subjects!"

"Yunling Pagoda is a rare opportunity, don't miss it, basically the champion of every scientific expedition has stepped into Yunling Pagoda."

Brush up on the Tao.

Fang Lang bowed solemnly.

Then, Wen Jiaoxi left in a hurry.

Fang Lang didn't know what Wen Jiaoxi was going to do, but he was sincere in his gratitude to Wen Jiaoxi.

After three years of teaching, the teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

……

Teaching Building.

Wen Jiaoxi came with a red light on his face, he took out Fang Lang's paper and handed it to several old teachers who were marking the papers.

A few teachers studied carefully, and the room gradually fell silent.

Suddenly, the old teachers and trainees were shocked one after another, breaking the dead silence.

"Good poetry! What a poem! ”

"With just a few numbers, it describes the majestic atmosphere of Xilu Tianyue Mountain, and it depicts the mentality of the Tang Emperor overlooking the world!"

"Incredible! The detachment of the opening sentence, only this opening sentence, can be small in the world! ”

"As soon as this poem came out, the poems of the academy examination were all gloomy."

An old teacher stroked his beard, and he was also amazed, and the words were amazing!

Is this a poem that a college student can create?

It's ...... Poetry genius!

Wen Jiaoxi's face was full of red light, and he chuckled: "What my respectful student did, okay, okay." ”

Suddenly.

When several old teachers saw the end of the rolling paper, there was a line of small characters that had not been dry:

"In the two hundred and seventy-sixth year of the Tang Dynasty, it coincided with the invigilation of the teacher Wen Ting, who was inspired by his eyes, felt something, and got it with a wonderful hand, so he wrote this poem."

There was silence in the room.

Well?

Several old teachers were stunned, as if something had messed in.

The handwriting is not the same.

What's this?!

Stinky shameless thing!

Is this rubbing?

……

……

After a short rest, the second session of the college examination begins.

Fang Lang took the exam sticker into the study building, and carried out the assessment of the policy department, and took a short break after the assessment, which was the assessment of the demon language.

On the first day, the three subjects of the Chinese language examination ended without any waves.

Fang Lang returned to Fang Mansion, this night, he rarely did not carry out penance, but only consolidated the cultivation of the sword disciple who had just broken through into the ninth rank, maintained the stable rotation of the cyclone, and sorted out the content of the Dao of Techniques and Martial Arts, and prepared for tomorrow's three cultivation career assessments of swords, arts, and martial arts.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, after Fang Lang ate the white porridge and eggs prepared by Lao Fang himself, he went to Luojiang Academy to prepare for the martial arts test.

The martial arts test is divided into two assessments, one is the paper and the other is the actual combat.

If the score of the major course is 100, the paper and the actual combat account for 50 points each, and the same is true for the minor course.

With the ringing of the bell for teaching, students flocked to the examination room of the study building.

The invigilator gave each candidate three test papers.

Each of the three test papers is swordsmanship, arts, and martial arts, and each subject is divided into two major test questions and two minor test questions.

Of course, if you are confident in yourself, you can also do all the major questions, and the rules of the college examination closely follow the rules of the scientific examination.

However, the major exam questions are more difficult, and it is even more difficult to get points.

Because there is a specialization in the art industry, most students will not choose this way of taking the sword sideways.

This is just a scientific research setting for some geniuses.

Inside the Third Book Building.

Fang Lang got the test paper, and his eyes flashed.

Smelling the rich ink fragrance emanating from the rolling paper, Fang Lang took a deep breath, dyed the ink and picked up the pen, and began to do the question.

With his current level of swordsmanship, the paper questions in the kendo assessment are basically nothing, and the written answers are like flowing water.

It was all written in just half an hour.

And Fang Lang's eyes fell on the Dao and Martial Arts exam questions, his fingers tapped on the table, and finally, Fang Lang gritted his teeth and turned to the major exam questions, since he wanted to impact the champion.

Those three subjects have to be tested according to their majors!

This way you can maximize your score!

Time passed bit by bit, and the three subjects chose to be assessed in the main way, which was very difficult.

Fang Lang frowned, immersed in the complicated test answers.

In the end, it was almost a second before the bell rang to teach the practice that the paper was handed in.

The paper-based assessment of the martial arts examination is over.

All the students gathered in the martial arts arena, waiting and preparing for the next actual combat assessment!

Knock knock!

Suddenly, an old teacher carried a gong, and there was a bang, followed by several young teachers.

They walked to the notice wall on the edge of the martial arts arena and pasted ten pieces of red paper, each with 300 names on it, and the ranking of the 3,000 students' literary examinations were all on it!

As soon as it was posted, the excited students flocked to the notice wall.

The results of the college examination are released!