As soon as Xue Zha was pushed into the grass house by Lord Wen, he felt as heavy as lead.

The knife that was as light as a butterfly in his hand was now as light as a butterfly, but now he couldn't hold it, it was as heavy as a mountain, and he immediately let go and fell to the ground.

Xue Zha wanted to lift his foot and step over the knife on the ground, but he felt that his leg wanted to be raised, and he had to use all his strength, so he finally lifted his foot, but before he could put his foot in front of the knife, he felt a strong pull on his foot and fell straight down, pulling his body to stumble, almost not pounced on the blade on the ground.

"Oh my god! What the hell is this, is there ten times gravity installed?"

As soon as he complained about this sentence, he suddenly felt that his brain was empty, he couldn't remember what he just said in a trance, his consciousness seemed to be caught in some chaotic whirlpool, and he couldn't grasp any thought or idea.

"Hmm...... What the hell, so powerful?"

Xue Zhe didn't believe in evil, he rubbed his face fiercely, trying to stimulate his spirit with pain and restore his brain to clarity.

But the pain only calmed him down a little, and the next moment the pain disappeared and his mind fell into an empty state again.

"I'm the sun, the sun...... Aren't you making me demented? How can I play this, even if I can [recite it backwards], I can't write "The Burrow" silently!"

Xue Zha inadvertently said an idiom of "reciting backwards like a stream", and immediately, a force came out of his mouth, and that power swirled around his lips, and after a while, a subdued recitation sound sounded in the grass house.

"There is something ugly: Yunzikong. Tingyunzi Shuxi, Luge Zhuyang South. There is no case of form and labor, and there is no bamboo silk of ear chaos. After the gold reading, the piano can be adjusted. Ding Bai has no contacts, and Ru Hong has a laugh to talk about. The green curtain is colored with grass, and the green steps are marked with moss. Xin De Wu Wei, the room is ugly. The spirit is the dragon, and the depth is not water. The name is immortal, and it is not high in the mountain. ”

Xue Zha recited the entire "Burrow" like a machine without coughing, and then he fell into a state of empty mind, but when there was an occasional moment of clarity, it was not difficult for Xue Zha to come to a conclusion: he could use idioms here.

He understands it: here gravity is used to suppress the physical strength of the reader, and some kind of chaotic magnetic field is used to interfere with the spiritual thinking, if you want to write poems, scriptures, and masterpieces here, you must do a good job in your heart as early as instinct, or you can cheat like him, and be able to use the power of idioms to bless yourself and get rid of the influence of the grass house.

"Old thing, you wait for me to get it here, and I'll kill you!"

Xue Zhe looked out with unkind eyes, Master Wen was long gone, this old bureaucrat actually forgot to tell him such important information!

He wanted to go out and give that grandson a big mouthful, but his loyalty was exposed, and he didn't say anything about it, but he actually pushed me straight into it, what if I couldn't exert the power of idioms? What if I couldn't get rid of the influence of the grass house like everyone else?

"If you want me to be unable to write out the Burrow Inscription silently, what good will it do you?

Xue Zhe stood in the grass hut and pondered, his sometimes dazed eyes and dementia-like expression fell into the eyes of Master Wen who was secretly observing outside, causing him to laugh.

"Xue Gongzi...... I forgot to tell you, as long as you fail, and then I go in to make up for the leak, then this great creation of the White Holy Kiss will fall on my head brother...... Hahaha!"

"It's going to work in the rules, and when the time comes...... I don't need your poem to keep me alive!"

Lord Wen hugged his shoulders and sneered, he said in his heart: The future saint is a hair, maybe as soon as I recover my longevity, my brain will be brighter than before, and your life as a future saint may be snatched by me!

He was dreaming about a better future here, but found that he didn't know when, Xue Zha actually touched a table facing south of the grass house, and he relied on his perseverance to walk there and pull out a chair and sit down.

"No...... No, he can really make qualified poems, right?"

Master Wen looked down at the short poem in his hand, he had waited for countless years in order to wait for such an opportunity, and this poem was also made by him racking his brains, "Xue Zha, even if you are a genius, you can't make any good works!"

Lord Wen sneered and stared at the back of Xue Zha sitting down, he saw Xue Zha touch the pen holder, he saw Xue Zha take off the brush and start to dip the ink, he saw Xue Zha spread the rice paper with his left hand and prepare to write.

"This ...... This, this, this...... It can't be!"

Lord Wen was even more shocked than seeing Bai Sheng being shocked and descending, no one knew the feeling in the grass house better than him, he had entered many times and failed, that kind of gravity, that kind of chaotic magnetic field, he couldn't even find the north when he entered a jinshi, such a kid who didn't even finish the Tongsheng test, how could he?

Lord Wen muttered to himself outside the grass house, and Xue Zha kept saying an idiom [flowing clouds and flowing water] in the grass house.

Master Wen didn't notice that Xue Zhe's body surface was wrapped in an almost transparent stream of water waves, and under the action of this layer of water waves, he was able to cancel out the adverse effects of the gravitational field and the chaotic magnetic field in a short period of time, and his body and brain could get about five breaths of time to breathe.

After many attempts, Xue Zhe found that he used the time of the first four of these five breaths to act, and used the time of the last breath to perform the idiom of "Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water" again, and he could continue those water waves and clouds back and forth, completely getting rid of the influence of the gravitational field and chaotic magnetic field in the grass house. “

Therefore, as if he would not be affected by any influence of the grass house, in the shocked and inexplicable gaze of Lord Wen, he raised his pen and hung his wrist to write "The Burrow".

This time he didn't need to memorize it backwards, he secretly counted the time with his breath while silently writing out the "Burrow".

"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. Si is a burrow, but Wu 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. You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius: What's ugly?"

Xue Zha spent much more time than he imagined to finish writing "The Burrow", and then he felt that his mind fell into an empty state again.

"It's over, it's going to be stupid again. ”

He complained, and then was stunned to find that although he felt empty in his mind, it was not the kind of emptiness that was disturbed by the chaotic magnetic field of the grass house before, it seemed to be like the feeling of being out of the body and wandering among the clouds.

"What the hell? What's going on?"

Xue Zha tried to bow his head, he was afraid to see his corpse.

Fortunately, he looked down and saw himself glowing, as well as the rice paper on the table that had written the entire "Burrow" with endless glory.

Master Wen outside was like a lost soul at the moment, his face was not half bloody, his eyes were blank and straight, the paper marked with special symbols in his hand and the paper ball he clenched into a ball of paper, his arms were shaking, his breathing was very rough, he was like a fire in his chest, which would be released through his slightly trembling lips at any time.

"How could he, how could he, just an hour had passed, only an hour had passed!"

"This can't be, I must be dreaming! How could he be, this has never happened in the entire history of the Wenyu Continent, right...... I must be dreaming!"

"My tempering ceremony...... You robber, you bandit, you return my ritual of tempering my culture!"

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Xue Zha listened to the cry of Lord Wen outside the grass house, turned his head to look at it, and found that at some point, the leader of the An Lu Mansion kept rushing towards the gate of the grass house like crazy.

But at this time, golden light was rising from all over the grass house, and the same was true at the door, and Lord Wen bumped into it like hitting a wall made of pure gold, and his head was bleeding, and he couldn't break in at all.

Xue Zha felt that he was a kind person, and he needed to admonish him.

"Old Wen...... Change directions, climb the window, I see there's less golden light here, maybe you can climb in before you die with a few more bumps!"