"I can't see it, Yiming, you kid is so hidden!"

Duan Yiming didn't speak, he stood there with a smile, gnawing on the flesh of the strange beast while letting Wushan look at it.

After a few turns, Wushan was a little dizzy, but he also remembered an important thing.

"By the way, Yiming, how much have you saved up?"

"Brother Wu, the younger brother has already accumulated eighty percent of his savings, and he will be able to become an official student of the academy next month!"

Duan Yiming was very excited, and his tone of voice was also a little excited.

Wu Shan patted Duan Yiming's shoulder and said loudly.

"Yes, very good! Let's keep eating meat, it's a good day!! ”

After taking out a jar of good wine and taking a sip of Duan Yiming, Wushan's joyful mood calmed down a little.

Tearing off a large piece of fragrant beast meat, Wu Shan devoured it while thinking about what kind of apprenticeship he should prepare for Duan Yiming.

Once Duan Yiming officially becomes a student of the academy, he will apprentice, and Wushan will definitely have to go.

Wu Shan lifted the wine jar, and after taking a big sip, he tore off a large piece of alien beast meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it in a big gulp.

There are some things that it's time to speed things up!

The next morning, when Wushan woke up, Duan Yiming had already gone to the academy to listen to the lectures.

The reason why Wushan didn't get up early was because he had his own arrangements.

After eating something, washing and bathing and changing clothes, after everything was ready, Wushan made a pot of tea, tasted it in his study, and relaxed his nervous and excited emotions.

When people are calm, time seems to pass very slowly, like counting the sand to live.

Wu Shan sat on the chair and took out his treasure from the treasure bag.

The spirit pen sent by the teacher Zhou Langkun is delicate and calm.

The eyes of the ghosts that have been opened are so dark that they seem to be reflecting.

Six pieces of spirit paper, three exchanged by the Literati Palace, and three sent by the teacher Zhou Langkun.

The heirloom spirit treasure [Mohai], the spirit inkstone that Wushan has just obtained, is also the most valuable thing.

Finally, there was a large vial of the blood of the alien beast that had been refined.

The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, are right in front of you.

"I've got it all right!"

After Wu Shan muttered, his spirit quickly retracted, and his state came to the peak.

Taking out a drop of the blood of the beast essence from the jade bottle and pouring it into the [Sea of Ink], Wu Shan picked up the ghost eye bead in his right hand, straightened his arm and sitting posture, and sharpened it in a clockwise direction.

Wushan's ink grinding is very light, and a little slow.

The ghost's eyes are almost perpendicular to the inkstone in a circle, flat and uniform.

Wushan's study was very quiet, only the sound of ghost eyes and [Mohai] rubbing evenly was endless, like the tide of high tide.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Shan took two more drops of the blood of the alien beast essence and put them into the [Sea of Ink], and began to act exactly the same as before.

After another quarter of an hour, Wushan took out four more drops of the essence blood of the beast and entered the [Sea of Ink], and after grinding the essence blood away, Wushan stopped grinding the ink.

Looking at the drop of spiritual ink on the inkstone, which was like a black hole and the size of a water droplet, Wushan's peaceful face showed a trace of smile and joy.

Wu Shan took a sip of tea, staring at the spirit paper as white as winter snow, his mind was spinning rapidly.

"What should I write on this piece of spirit paper?"

Thinking of this, Wushan couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

From Su Hui's awakening, to leaving Qingyang, to joining the academy. During this period, he fled, killed enemies, destroyed ghosts, and fought strange beasts......

"I must always be vigilant to myself, not afraid of hardships and dangers, noble and proud, and be a free man."

Slowly exhaling a breath, Wu Shan reached out and picked up the spirit pen, dipped it in the spirit ink on the [Sea of Ink], and repaired the pen edge.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. ”

Wushan's first choice is "The Burrow", everything has to start from the simple house in Qingyang, which can also be said to start from this house.

After writing the first two sentences, Wu Shan found that he had consumed a small half of his spirit, which made Wu Shan frown.

The feeling of writing this time is completely different from the feeling of writing in the academy in the last monthly exam, the last time there was the blessing of human luck, Wushan did not feel the loss of spirit and spirit at all.

But this time is different, without the blessing of luck, Wushan felt the loss of spirit and spirit in the first two sentences.

Wu Shan didn't think much about it, but continued to write.

"Si is a burrow, but I am Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. ”

Wu Shan wrote three more sentences in one breath, and suddenly felt that his energy was consumed, and his body showed signs of deficiency.

This situation is the first time Wushan has encountered it, and there has never been such a situation in the assessment and the first monthly examination when he first entered the academy, why is this?

Wu Shan took out a few drops of the blood of the beast essence from the jade bottle, and after transporting the [Tapir Transformation Technique] to devour it, the feeling of emptiness disappeared.

After thinking about it, Wu Shan continued to swallow a few drops of the blood of the alien beast before picking up the spirit pen and writing.

"You can tune the piano and read the Bible. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case. ”

However, this time, just after writing two sentences, the spirit in Wushan's body could not support it.

Wu Shan hurriedly stopped his pen, this time not only devouring the blood of the alien beast, but also took out two large pieces of the alien beast meat that he had eaten last night and ate it.

Half an hour later, Wushan, who had absorbed the flesh and blood essence of the alien beast, finally recovered.

Wu Shan walked out of the study, cleaned himself up, and after blowing a fresh breeze for a while, he returned to the study and continued to write.

"The barren hills and mounds of the North Gang, the Autumn Wind Pavilion of the South Mountain. Sage Cloud: What is ugly? ”

This time, Wushan is committed to writing this "Burrow" with the belief of persevering to the end.

However, when Wushan wrote the characters in the 'Sage Cloud', the simple character made Wushan unable to write the last stroke for a long time.

Wu Shan was puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he put down the spirit pen and walked back and forth in the room.

"What went wrong?"

"I have enough physical strength, and I still have a surplus of energy, why can't I write the last stroke?"

"Sage Cloud...... Sage Cloud ......"

"Saint...... Sage...... Could it be ...... What's the problem? ”

Yes! The saints of this world are not just able to speak and write.

Every Wensheng has a name and a surname, who does Wushan mean by "Sage Cloud", or does it refer to all sages?

"What to do? What to do? ”

After Wushan thought about the problem clearly, he didn't know how to solve it.

The previous sentence "Beihu barren mounds, Nanyue Qiufeng Pavilion" was written by Wushan himself, and it was also adapted from the historical literati deeds of this world, and the original sentence was "Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion".

It's a pity that as far as Wushan knows, there is no Zhuge Lu in this world, and there is no Xishu Ziyun Pavilion.

Now, the question arises in the last sentence.

Wu Shan took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood and state, sat back at his desk, and decided to revise it and continue writing.

After contemplating for a while, Wu Shan decided to use his own name, not the name of a saint.

"Zang Yuanyun: What's ugly?"