In the afternoon, Wei Changji and Zhang Mo were both reading in the library pavilion, and he saw that Zhang Mo was still holding the "Jade Qing Halal Sutra", so he reminded him.

"Zhang Mo, next month is the half-year assessment. Don't waste your time on these esoteric books, a quick book is the priority. ”

There was a confidence in his tone, as if he was fully prepared for the upcoming assessment.

"I'm now able to write a scripture consistently, and in both ways, with different results." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose to reveal a smug smile.

Zhang Mo raised his head and responded softly: "It's just a half-year assessment, even if you don't pass, there is no big punishment, what are you worried about." ”

Wei Changji frowned: "Why are you so troubled?" Aren't you afraid of falling behind and being laughed at? ”

Zhang Mo shook his head and smiled: "Brother Changji, the assessment is important, but for me, laying a good foundation is more crucial, and I am now laying the foundation." ”

Wei Changji thought for a while, and then said: "Then you are careful, if you fail the test then, you will definitely be scolded." ”

Zhang Mo smiled slightly: "I'm very thick-skinned, I'm not afraid." ”

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Scripture Annex.

The morning sun shines through the layers of clouds and mist on this ancient courtyard. At the moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard contrasts sharply with the tranquility - tension and anticipation permeate every corner.

The semi-annual assessment begins.

Tian Wen, a middle-aged master, has a serious face and eyes like a torch, and his gaze sweeps over every student, as if he can gain insight into everyone's heart. Today, he is the chief examiner of this examination, responsible for testing the students' scripture and warfare writing.

"In this evaluation, as long as it is written, it can be effective, and it does not seek to have combat power."

"Wei Changji! You're the first to come," Tian Wen's voice echoed in the courtyard, breaking the silence of the morning.

Wei Changji walked to the center of the vast examination room with great ambition, his calm shoulders trembling slightly at the moment, revealing the tension and anxiety in his heart.

He took a deep breath of cool air, trying to calm his churning emotions with the natural freshness. Silently reciting all the points in the book, he began to gather his vitality, pointed out with the index finger of his right hand, and swiped lightly and forcefully across the void, writing 'wind' stroke by stroke.

However, perhaps because of the nervousness, the supposedly stable vitality trembled in mid-air, causing the word "wind" to dissipate into a weak breeze after only half of it.

Wei Changji's face was as earthy as color, he closed his eyes, touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, and secretly adjusted his breathing in his heart, calming the waves caused by his mistakes.

Opening his eyes again, his gaze became firm, and his vitality exploded again, this time, his word "wind" was written slowly and forcefully.

A warm breeze came into effect, gently blowing through every corner, and even made some of the people present unconsciously show a comfortable smile.

The tense atmosphere in the examination room eased slightly in this breeze, and Wei Changji's success not only brought a trace of relief to himself, but also brought a trace of encouragement to the candidates behind him.

The first one was successful, and Wei Changji's second word 'rain' went a lot smoother.

A seemingly insignificant drizzle fell, and he successfully passed the assessment.

"Next, Qiao Yu".

Qiao Yu stepped forward slowly, her face was a little pale, obviously still a little nervous. She is petite, and she looks particularly beautiful in the vast examination room, like a lotus flower that has just bloomed, waiting for the baptism of wind and rain.

Looking around, Qiao Yu felt the gaze from all directions, and she took a deep breath, as if to remove all the hustle and bustle around her. Then, she put her left hand on her back, pointed out the tips of her right fingers steadily, and began to write with vitality.

"Light"

She spoke softly, but in her heart she was firm. The vitality jumps on the fingertips, turning into dots of starlight, and gradually connecting into lines.

Every stroke of her strokes embodies her understanding and belief in the scriptures, and every stroke blends into the light of her heart.

As the last stroke fell, the word "light" written by her shone in the air, dazzling, and the entire examination room was illuminated by this sudden brightness.

"Yes, Qiao Yu, your word 'light' already has its own style." Teacher Tian Wen's voice broke the silence in the room, and his eyes revealed a hint of appreciation.

Qiao Yu nodded slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Her mood is like the word "light" she writes, bright and quiet. The surrounding students were also discussing, evaluating Qiao Yu's performance in this assessment, some envious and some admired.

After Qiao Yu stepped back, a student couldn't help but ask her in a low voice, "How did you do it?" This light is so bright......"

She smiled and replied, "There is light in your heart, and your fingertips can naturally paint the sun." ”

Immediately afterwards, Miao Zhuang, Song Kan, Tang Ren, and others came to the stage to write one after another, some could write one, and some barely wrote two.

"Next, Zhang Mo."

Situ Shuai sneered and said, "It seems that there is going to be a mess." ”

Zhang Mo's pace seemed a little heavy, he basically didn't practice writing scriptures, and he didn't go out of his way to understand some words, how to write them, Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and tried several times in succession, but failed, and had no choice but to step down.

And Wen Qian and Shui Zishu did not join the ranks of ridicule, their eyes were complicated, and they seemed to see something in Zhang Mo that they had ignored.

Tian Wen shook his head and sighed, he could see at a glance that Zhang Mo's foundation was relatively poor, and only he was the eighth foundation of all the people, and the others were all nine of them.

Wen Qian, Shui Zishu and Hou Cang also passed the assessment one after another, and their scripture and warfare writing was quite stable, showing their strength.

However, today's protagonist is destined to be Situ Shuai.

Situ Shuai walked to the front desk handsomely, he took a deep breath, his vitality exploded, and suddenly his hands came out together, and he was actually writing at the same time!

Everyone was amazed!

This is the first student today to write two words at the same time, and it is a student who is studying at the same time!

His left hand sketched 'fire' steadily, and each stroke seemed to contain a lava-like heat;

On the right hand, the 'thunder' is drawn lightly, and each stroke has the effect of thunder and lightning shining.

The two forces are both independent and mutually reinforcing under Situ Shuai's control, which makes people awe-inspired.

The words were formed, and thunder and fire rolled around him, constantly merging, forming a strange effect of thunder and fire.

Teacher Tian Wen stood aside, his eyes unconsciously showing a bit of approval, "This young man is indeed a rare genius in recent years. ”

Among the other students, some of their eyes were shining, and some were clasping their hands, Situ Shuai really made a lot of waves for everyone.

Miao Zhuang couldn't help muttering: "Sure enough, it lives up to its reputation." ”

And Song Kan praised softly: "Both fire and thunder, his control is more accurate than I don't know how high." ”

Qiao Yu said: "Genius, although proud, but there is indeed proud capital."

The atmosphere in the lecture hall was pushed to the top, and for a while, all the discussions were immersed in admiration for Situ Shuai's ability.

But in this craze, Wen Qian's eyes fell on Zhang Mo's body, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she had a different opinion on this unmoving man.

"Looks like you admire him?" Shui Zishu leaned over to Wen Qian's side and asked softly.

Wen Qian smiled slightly and shook her head: "I can't talk about appreciation, what I'm looking forward to more is the unknown, such as what kind of things Zhang Mo will bring us in the future, whether it is surprise, fright or ordinary loneliness." ”

After all the students finished the exam, Zhang Mo was stopped.

"Zhang Mo!" There was sternness in his tone, "If you are still like this in the year-end assessment, you know what kind of hard labor awaits you!" ”

"I know, teacher." Zhang Mo's voice was calm, but it revealed an imperceptible firmness.

"The year-end exam is, 6 First Class, 4 Second Class, and below Second Class, you don't have any of them now!" Tian Wen sighed, with a little helplessness in his words.

"I'll try."