The wound on his left shoulder was faintly painful, but Yang Xiu didn't dare to be distracted, he was engrossed in studying the ink and laying the paper, and writing carefully with a pen in his right hand.

First of all, confirm that the name, place of origin and other information are filled in correctly, Yang Xiu only then silently wrote a thousand words on rice paper word by word, almost every word takes dozens of seconds, and the further back, the longer it takes.

It's not that these Chinese characters are complicated, no matter how cumbersome the Chinese characters Yang Xiu has seen.

But when Yang Xiu wrote these words on the paper one by one, there was always a mysterious force in the dark that prevented Yang Xiu from putting down the pen, and every stroke and every stroke was extremely draining, and the small brush in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties. At the end of writing, large beads of sweat began to appear on Yang Xiu's forehead, and his right hand trembled slightly under the soreness, and he felt a sense of detachment.

Cognitive impairment is everywhere, and it is true.

Yang Xiu put down the brush for the time being, rubbed his somewhat sore wrist, and wiped the sweat on his face. It's one thing to memorize words and articles, it's another thing to write them out.

Each immortal text has its own role, such as "fast" and "disease", which can make people move faster and run like the wind, and "healing" and "healing" can speed up the recovery of injuries, etc. According to the different level of immortal cultivation of the writer, the effectiveness of the immortal script is also different.

Immortal cultivators of a higher level can even cast spells just by reciting immortal texts - shouting the word "kill" can slaughter hundreds of people, and reciting the word "freeze" can make the entire lake freeze in summer, and the power is infinite.

These wonderful immortal methods must have spiritual power to cooperate, people absorb spiritual power through immortal exercises, and strengthen the efficacy of immortal texts through spiritual power, the two complement each other and are indispensable.

When writing immortal texts silently, the obstacles that immortal cultivators need to overcome are much more difficult than when simply reciting them.

Yang Xiu combed through the relevant memories and rested for a while before resuming the pen. Horizontal and vertical, stroke by stroke, neat small block letters appear on the rice paper one by one.

Whenever Yang Xiu broke through the barrier of perception and wrote words, he could always feel all kinds of strange illusions appear in front of him.

When I wrote that "the aura is as vast as the sea", the sound of waves immediately burst into my ears, and the waves were terrifying, and the momentum was terrifying!

When I wrote about "climbing the mountain against the wind", the illusion of a cliff and a high mountain flashed in front of my eyes, as if I was on a cliff, and the next moment I was about to fall down and fall into a pulp! The strong wind around me was gusting, and I almost wanted to blow people away, and my hand holding the pen was a little unstable!

When he wrote that "the spiritual power enters the veins, and its feeling is like fire", the flames around him immediately rose, his body was unbearable, and Yang Xiu even vaguely smelled the burnt smell of his hair......

And so on and so forth.

Every time he wrote, Yang Xiu's willpower had to be tested a lot, as long as his mind was slightly unstable, the pen blades dipped in ink would lose control, and all that remained on the rice paper was a pool of thick black ink, where there was a shadow of half of the ancient immortal text.

At the same time that Yang Xiufen was writing the book, there were muffled snorts or painful cries from other candidates around him from time to time, that is, someone forcibly wrote despite the powerful cognitive impairment, and as a result, he was injured by the cognitive impairment.

Yang Xiu concentrated, hugged Yuan Shouyi, got rid of other distracting thoughts, and it took more than an hour to successfully write the thousand-character essay.

The soreness in his arm and the sharp pain of the tearing wound in his shoulder came, stimulating Yang Xiu's nerves. Yang Xiu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment, he was able to write the full text silently for the first time, and this speed must have surpassed many people.

However, after thinking about it, Yang Xiu immediately secretly warned himself: The path of cultivation is full of difficulties, and this is only the first step towards cultivating immortals. You must be down-to-earth and not fluttering.

Dictating a thousand-character essay is only the first item of the exam, followed by "point sentence reading", that is, breaking sentences for the article.

As long as the article can be divided into sentences correctly, it means that the candidate has understood the content of the article, which is undoubtedly a higher level than the level of dictating the full text.

At present, the vast majority of people are just rote memorization, and they have no energy to visualize the content of the article. Yang Xiu is different, the meaning of every word in this article, Yang Xiu is very clear, and the step of "visualization" has been directly skipped by Yang Xiu.

Therefore, compared with the first item of silent writing of thousand-character essays, the second item of sentence reading test is much simpler for Yang Xiu.

In Yang Xiu's memory, in the past biennial entrance examination, there has never been a genius who wrote the full text silently and read all the sentences correctly. After a little consideration, Yang Xiu did not mark the sentence for the full text, but left the final cultivation mantra without a sentence.

One step ahead is a genius, two steps ahead is a monster. The latter part of the cultivation mantra is too difficult, Yang Xiu knows the truth of shooting the first bird with a gun, so it is better to be safe.

At this time, there was silence in the clearing, and the candidates were all thinking about it.

The spiritual mist on the square is flying, quiet and lofty, which makes people feel refreshed, and many scholars have taken the opportunity to break through the cognitive barriers that have plagued them for a long time.

Some of the candidates were exhausted in the middle of writing and were sent out of the examination room by the disciples of the Heavenly Book Pavilion who were guarding; many more gave up their efforts after only writing a dozen words, unable to remember the rest of the content, and there was still a large blank space on the rice paper in front of them, and some even cried anxiously.

The third and final item of the exam is the most difficult: the test paper gives questions and requires candidates to compose poems according to the questions.

The ancient immortal texts are wonderful, and the talented immortal cultivators have the opportunity to comprehend the immortal texts on their own, learn Chinese characters that they have never seen before, which is also one of the differences between geniuses and ordinary people.

Speaking of which, although Yang Shaotian is not arrogant in his eyes, Yang Shaotian is indeed talented, and it is said that he has learned a lot of Chinese characters without a teacher a few months ago, and he is a genius that is rare in a century.

Of course, literacy is one thing, and being able to create articles with Chinese characters is another difficulty, but fortunately, now Yang Xiu only needs to write an ordinary poem.

The question given in the test paper is "Four Seasons", choose one of them.

“...... Isn't this a half-proposition essay?" Yang Xiu subconsciously reached out and scratched the corners of his eyebrows, muttering.

The level of poetry directly shows a person's proficiency in mastering Chinese, so poetry and writing will be popular among immortal cultivators for a while, and being able to write poetry and articles well in immortal writing at least proves that this person's talent in immortal writing surpasses others, and he has a reputation for being a talented and beautiful woman.

But Yang Xiu still doesn't know if there are ancient Chinese poems handed down here, so even though there are countless poems of Wing Chun in his mind, many of which have been recited for thousands of years, Yang Xiu is not sure in his heart and does not dare to write it.

What if those old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years have also read these ancient poems?

Yang Xiu frowned and thought about it for a while, but decided to make up a group by himself temporarily. Anyway, his current identity is an ordinary scholar, as long as he rhymes and is smooth, he will definitely be qualified.

Calm, Yang Xiu recalled that when he first came to this world, he looked at the natural scenery of the surrounding mountains from the city, and his pen swam, leaving ink marks on the rice paper that exuded a faint fragrance.

Spring Hunting

Winter snow covers the mountains and forests

Sunrise distant peak stromatostratus

Low eyebrows twisted feather strings frightened

Suddenly, I saw a little green rabbit in spring

This poem is different from the thousand-character immortal text, because the poem only writes the scene, does not involve the content of cultivating immortals, and only needs to overcome the simple obstacle of recognition, which is much easier than writing a thousand-character text silently. After confirming again that there were no typos, Yang Xiu relieved himself and gently blew the ink on the test paper.

While checking the test papers, Yang Xiu thought that Chinese characters have become immortal characters here, what happened to those poems that can be called the treasures and pearls of Chinese culture? Are Chinese characters just a simple tool for recording exercises here, and are there any other uses that have not been discovered?

Intermittently, Yang Xiu thought about it a lot, and thinking that there was still time to spare, Yang Xiu simply calmed down and began to cultivate the way of breathing.

However, this time Yang Xiu knew that the aura in the examination room was so strong that it was terrifying! Yang Xiu couldn't meditate on a cup of tea, and there was a tingling sensation from the wound, and soon he couldn't even feel the slightest pain, and the discomfort when moving his shoulders was also very slight.

This method of cultivating immortals is truly magical! It is more powerful than many elixirs in the world.

Yang Xiu was very excited, knowing that the opportunity was rare, so he seized the time to concentrate on cultivation. I don't know how long it took, but the crisp sound of gongs suddenly sounded in my ears, and the exam time had arrived!

With a sigh of relief, Yang Xiu opened his eyes and got out of the state of breathing, and the previous fatigue and pain had already been swept away.

The rice paper in front of the candidates automatically floated up, like a sky full of snow into the mist, the scene was spectacular. Many candidates have not finished writing the exam papers, and they have screamed in surprise, opening their hands to grab the flying paper but in vain.

The flying test papers quickly disappeared, leaving everyone to look at the white mist sky in amazement. It wasn't long before the young scholar reappeared, his voice clear to every corner of the square.

"At the end of the preliminary examination, the top 400 in the examination can become a temporary disciple of Tianshu Pavilion, and the top 100 can become an inner disciple. The list of 400 people will be announced later, and the specific ranking will wait for the announcement of the local government. ”

The young scholar's voice gradually fell, and his figure disappeared with it, leaving a group of dazed or excited scholars sitting in place, their hearts in trepidation.

At the same time, in a building not far from the open space of the examination room.

The old man Zhuji was full of red light, holding a test paper covered with handwriting, and smiled at the young scholar next to him: "Good words! Good poems! Good understanding! Hahaha~ The old man has been cultivating immortals for more than 300 years, and his writing is not as good as a hairy doll." The thousand-word text is upside down, Wen Zhong, look at this poem, it is close to the topic but it is not smart, it is rare that this son is still so young, not bad, not bad~"

"That's true, but ......"

Liu Wenzhong nodded with a smile on his face, but after hesitating, he continued: "Since ancient times, the qualification for cultivating immortals has been divided into two parts: the qualification for comprehending immortal texts and the qualification for cultivating exercises. This young man named Yang Xiu has excellent talent in Xianwen, but unfortunately the meridians in his body are naturally narrow, if he does not have advanced exercises and perseverance, he may not be able to become an atmosphere. ”

The old man Zhuji listened to Wen Zhong's words, the old man's fingers lightly swiped the exam paper with the fragrance of ink, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and sighed slightly with a restrained smile: "Yes...... It's a pity, it's a pity......"