Su Ji was holding a pile of blank animal skins in his arms, and his originally excited emotions suddenly fell to the bottom, and he couldn't imagine that the Taoist scroll that he had worked hard for seven days and seven nights would turn into nothing in an instant!

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It's him!

This black-covered bedbug!

He must have done something to the hides!

Su Ji tried to see through the expressionless cold mask, as if he had heard the malicious ridicule behind the mask.

No way!

He must not be allowed to succeed in his plot!

Su Ji slowly clenched his numb hand, and the joints creaked.

The dark figure did not speak, did not sneer, did not have any sarcasm, but stood still.

What is he doing?

Su Ji was slightly stunned, and the emotions that were carried away by anger were gradually replaced by a trace of doubt. In fact, if you think about it calmly, whether it was this black bug or not, Su Ji was not completely sure. Besides, I don't know what spell he used now, and there is not the slightest evidence that he is the one who made trouble.

But who else but him?

Su Ji glanced at the faces with different expressions around him, and felt that everyone was an object of suspicion.

What should I do now?

After pondering for a moment, Su Ji's eyes suddenly lit up!

He had the complete 2,999 volumes there. The essay exam does not require the order of the papers, if you divide half from him, you can at least pass it smoothly!

Just as Su Ji rekindled his hope, Niu Zhu walked over with a relieved expression.

Su Ji saw that his hands were empty, and his heart suddenly became half cold.

"You're all ...... Handed it in?"

Hearing this question, Niu Zhu suddenly looked dazed, "Yes, didn't you give it to me?"

Su Ji's cool heart sank, and the blank animal skin roll he was holding in his arms crackled and scattered all over the ground. The corners of his mouth flashed with a bitter self-deprecation, he never imagined that he had worked hard for seven days and seven nights, and he would only make wedding dresses for others.

Niu Zhu was just about to possess him to help him pick up the animal skin, when he suddenly heard the loud voice of a white-robed patriarch in his ears:

"Yunyi, thirty-two volumes. ”

Yun Yi walked over to the white-robed elder and took a wooden plaque from his hand with the number of scrolls written by himself. She let out a long sigh of relief, no matter whether the result was good or not, it was enough to give it her all.

The white-robed patriarch then read: "Yin Jiuyou, one hundred and ninety-eight volumes." ”

Yin Jiuyou held his head high, strode forward, and happily took the wooden card with both hands.

"Junior brother, congratulations. Yun Yi came over and congratulated: "I didn't expect you to surpass me so much when you first came, it really makes me ashamed to be a senior sister." ”

Looking at Yun Yi's admiring gaze, the corners of Yin Jiuyou's mouth raised a smug smile, "Senior sister, where are these words, aren't all junior brothers blessed by you, senior sister......

Yun Yi's cheeks flushed, and she slowly lowered her head.

"Next, Jiang Ling!"

Hearing the high-pitched voice of the white-robed patriarch, Jiang Ling walked out slowly, walking very slowly, his pale and haggard face without blood.

Facing this red-clothed leader who had received a high evaluation, the eyes of the crowd were staring at the faltering figure tightly......

"Jiang Ling, two hundred volumes. ”

The white-robed patriarch announced it indifferently.

Jiang Ling took the wooden sign with a pair of white hands tremblingly, and a commotion suddenly sounded around him:

"Only 200 volumes, only two more than the new one just now?"

"It seems that Jiang Lang is finished. ”

"It's an exaggeration, but that's it. ”

"Don't grind! Get out of here!"

In the harsh discussion, Jiang Ling walked back silently, his lonely back was incompatible with the noisy surroundings.

"Next, Yu Han!"

Before the words fell, Yu Han didn't know when, he was already standing in front of the white-robed elder.

Su Ji closed his eyes slightly. I haven't seen the figure of Yu Han in the past seven days, where did he come from?

"Yu Han, nine hundred and eighty volumes!"

Jiang Ling raised his head with difficulty, his eyebrows frowning tightly.

Su Ji was short of breath and the roots of his teeth creaked. In the past seven days, I have not seen him write the paper silently, nor have I seen him hand in the paper, when did he write so much?

There was a sudden stirring of indignation around him.

"Quiet!"

Chai Song's voice was low, and a breathless momentum immediately suppressed the surrounding voices.

Yu Han took the wooden sign with one hand and walked away proudly.

The self-deprecation at the corners of Su Ji's mouth seemed to become more bitter. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I wanted to be a blockbuster, but now I have to face such a brutal blow. This time the loss was simply unsuspecting. The horse stumbled in the literary test, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to get up again.

"Next, Furcy!"

As this unfamiliar name sounded, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and all the disciples began to look for the owner of this name.

Between everyone's eyes, a figure in black armor stood out from the crowd.

The shiny figure of the black ant is conspicuous in the snow-white clothes around him. A disgusting smell made people cover their noses and retreat.

"Black sickle, one thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight volumes!"

The disciples looked at the black sickle in astonishment, and immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the disgust in their eyes instantly turned into awe!

"This monster almost wrote two thousand volumes!"

"After a thousand volumes, all of them are strange oracle bones that he can't read, how did he memorize them?"

"I'm afraid he is the first in this literary exam. ”

In the crowd, a hint of jealousy crossed Han Han's face.

A rare smile appeared on the expressionless face of the white-robed patriarch, and he praised again and again: "The nephew of the black sickle master is worthy of being the descendant of the turtle Daoist. It's a pity that only two volumes are left to break the record of 200 years of Qilin Yun's test. ”

Wu Yao nodded slightly, turned around quietly, walked through the crowd to Su Ji, and slowly stopped.

Looking at the helmet as cold as an iron ghost, Su Ji thought to himself that this guy must have come to laugh at me.

"Congratulations. ”

A thick sound came from the ghost-faced helmet, and it was extremely familiar.

Su Ji was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to hear the first sentence from his mouth, it was actually these three words!

Congratulations?

Is this mocking me?

Why congratulations?

The black sickle silently turned around and walked slowly towards the crowd......

Sickle?

Who the hell is he?

At this time, the voice of the white-robed patriarch sounded again:

"Next, Bai Danxin!"

Su Ji was suddenly stunned, looked down at the animal skin in his hand, and suddenly fell into doubt. Why did you pronounce my name when you didn't pay it?

The white-robed patriarch shouted loudly: "Who is Bai Danxin?"

"It's me. ”

As he spoke, Su Ji's face was like ashes, and he walked out silently.

The people around covered their mouths and waited for the good show to happen.

A light flashed between the fingers of the white-robed patriarch, and he silently wrote a lot of pens on the wooden card, and read it out loud:

"Bai Danxin, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine volumes!"

As soon as he blurted out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The white-robed patriarch paused, and actually took the initiative to hand a wooden plaque to Su Ji himself.

"I didn't expect that someone would finish writing all the papers for the essay exam this year. You're the first person in more than 200 years!"

At this time, there was no discussion in the quiet crowd, but they silently turned all their eyes to Su Ji.

In the silence, Chai Song walked up to Su Ji, closed his eyes for a moment, and asked:

"Is your real surname white?"

Su Ji nodded lightly and turned to leave.

Looking at Su Ji's back, Chai Song's eyebrows were tightly locked, and the suspicion between his eyebrows arose.

"Brother Bai! Congratulations!" Niu Zhu patted Su Ji's shoulder, and immediately showed a trace of doubt, holding up a piece of animal skin picked up from the ground and asking, "I see that you obviously wrote two copies, why have these become blank?"

Su Ji lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Niu, you really don't know why I gave you those animal skins?"

Niu Zhu scratched his head and said, "Don't you think those animal skins are too heavy, let me help you get them?" I forgot to write the names of all the hides you gave, and I wrote them all for you. ”

Su Ji looked at him in surprise, "What did you write on the animal skin I gave you...... It's all my name?"

"Of course it's your name!Otherwise, you still write my name?That kind of thing can't be done......" Niu Zhu asked puzzledly, "What's wrong, Brother Bai?"

At that moment, Su Ji finally understood why the sect leader Wu Ji liked Niu Zhu.

Because he's simple enough.

Looking at Niu Zhu's innocent eyes, Su Ji's heart faintly felt a trace of jealousy, he used to have such simple eyes, but he didn't know why it became like this......

Su Ji let out a sigh and sighed: The name Bai Danxin really fits the situation, and he is really worried in vain.

"That'...... What is written on your hide?" asked Sudji.

Niu Zhu lowered his head, his face was embarrassed, "My ......"

At this moment, the white-robed patriarch was holding a thin animal skin, his frowning brows twisted into a pimple.

Several elders next to him saw that he hadn't read for a long time, so they came over one after another.

Chai Song also walked over and looked at ......

"Niu Zhu! What did you write!"

Chai Song was furious, and threw the animal skin out with a wave of his hand!

Yun Yi curiously picked up the animal skin and read it in a low voice:

"Flower rolls, vegetable rolls, beef rolls, lamb rolls, egg rolls, ......etc.

The surroundings suddenly burst into laughter, and they all covered their stomachs, lest they burst their bellies with laughter.

Jiang Ling slowly turned to Niu Zhu and asked weakly, "The surname is Niu, what are you writing in such a mess?"

Yin Jiuyou took the animal skin in Yun Yi's hand and sneered: "Haha!

Yu Han smashed a mouthful of spit on the animal skin, and said angrily: "The sect master actually promoted such an idiot, he is really old and confused!"

Hearing that someone insulted his master, Niu Zhu suddenly rushed over like a mad cow, glaring at Yu Han with round angry eyes!

"Don't talk about my master!"

Yu Han grabbed Niu Zhu's ears and said contemptuously: "Yo, your Niu ears are quite smart, just because you are also worthy of being the apprentice of the sect master?"

"He's more worthy than you!"

Su Ji instantly grabbed Yu Han's wrist!

The slender wrist immediately felt the heavier force, and Yu Han was so painful that he hurriedly let go of Niu Zhu's ear and glared at Su Ji with hatred.

"My dad is standing there! How dare you do this to me!"

"You still don't change your life, that day really shouldn't have saved you. "With that, Su Ji shook off his hand!

"Nosy, when will it be your turn to save Young Master Ben?" Yu Han rubbed his wrist, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't think that you can write a few broken words to be arrogant!