And pills, even with his current strong memory, he only remembered less than one-third of the "Saint Self-cultivation Fu".
Five minutes later, he will have to fail the exam again—I don't know if the answer sheet of Su Wenqu, the 'scholar with a knife' at the next table is still there
If Su Wenqu's answer to the test paper is no longer available, what will he do then
Is it going to circulate in this space forever
horrible!
At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: [Write the entire chapter of "Saint Self-cultivation and Martial Arts" silently for five minutes. ]
At the same time, there was a blank sheet of paper on Song Shuhang's desk. The old test paper was folded and moved to the corner of the table, which did not prevent him from writing again.
- If he can't write "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" by dictation, he will be locked in a small dark room infinitely.
Song Shuhang had no choice but to pick up the pen again and write "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" by dictation. This time, when he picked up the pen, he drew a third of the ancient text of "Saint's Self-cultivation Fu" in his mind.
After painting, more than three minutes have passed.
Song Shuhang was even more distressed—these ancient texts were complicated to draw. At this speed, even if he wrote down the entire ancient text, it would take about nine minutes to complete the painting.
It's just hell mode.
At this time, can we ask foreign aid for help
Song Shuhang subconsciously stretched out his hand into his arms, wanting to take out his mobile phone or the magic weapon of sound transmission for thousands of miles. But when he reached into his arms, he found that his 'one-inch shrink bag' was gone.
There is no one-inch shrinking bag... So, I did not enter this strange space physically, but was my consciousness pulled into the space? Song Shuhang thought secretly.
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Soon, five minutes were over again.
The wall next to it rumbled down again.
As soon as the wall disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to look to the side - it was great, the surrounding tables, chairs, and the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" written by Su Wenqumo were still there.
Song Shuhang immediately stared at Su Wenqu's test paper, desperately trying to remember it.
At the same time, the majestic voice sounded again in his ears: "Those who have finished dictation can leave this space and receive a third-grade Rubao 'Fengchan Pen' as a gift. Those who have not succeeded in dictation, restart dictation after twenty breaths for five minutes. "
After twenty breaths...
The rumbling wall rises again!
On Song Shuhang's desktop, there was another piece of white paper, and the old white paper was folded and moved again.
Song Shuhang tried to reach out and grab the folded original test strips, but the original test strips were blocked by a layer of force, and Shuhang could not touch them.
"Damn it, it would be great if the original test paper wouldn't be folded." Song Shuhang sighed, so at least he could copy the content of the original test paper, which was faster than writing it by default.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Five minutes later, the wall rumbled down again.
Song Shuhang hurriedly shifted his gaze to Su Wenqu's manuscript paper, and tried his best to memorize the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" - this time, Song Shuhang finally wrote down the full text!
Even if he couldn't understand the meaning of these ancient words, he relied on his memory ability to memorize the entire "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" like a pattern.
Moreover, with the last brush strokes, he is now drawing 'ancient characters' faster and faster.
This time, I will definitely, definitely pass the exam!
Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart.
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After twenty breaths...
The rumbling wall rose again.
This time, Song Shuhang grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink. As soon as the white paper came out, Song Shuhang quickly drew on it.
The entire "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" was written or painted silently by him.
Four minutes and forty-two seconds.
Song Shuhang finally finished painting the last ancient rune.
"You're done! I passed this damn infinite make-up test mode!" Song Shuhang put down his brush and laughed.
Next, just waiting for the exam time to end, he can leave this space.
Incidentally, you can also get a third-grade 'Rubao' Fengchan pen. Congrats, congratulations!
When five minutes came, the wall came down again.
The majestic voice resounded in his ears again: "Those who have completed the dictation can leave this space and receive a third-grade Confucian treasure 'Fengchan Pen'. Those who have not succeeded in dictation will resume dictation after twenty breaths for five minutes."
"I want to leave this space!" Song Shuhang quickly replied.
However, the embarrassing thing happened - he was not sent out of this space.
"I've finished the dictation, send me out soon." Song Shuhang said again.
However, the majestic voice did not reply.
The entire space was quiet, only Song Shuhang's breathing sounded.
Song Shuhang: "..."
What's the matter with this Tema? Am I not dictating it completely yet? He quickly glanced at Su Wenqu's 'examination paper' next to him.
There is no omission!
For each of the above ancient texts, he drew them according to the test paper of 'Su Wenqu'.
Could it be that... when writing this "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu", you still need to recite its meaning in your heart? However, the 'examination paper' written by Su Wenqu did not have its own translation function, Song Shuhang said that he could not understand it!
How to do
Do I have to take a new exam until I die
After twenty breaths...
The ruthless wall rose again cruelly, isolating Song Shuhang from everything around him.
In front of Song Shuhang, a new test paper appeared again. The old test strip was folded again and moved to the corner of the table.
"I don't want to take the test anymore, let me out!" Song Shuhang stood up, grabbed the table, and lifted it vigorously—he wanted to try it out, if he lifted the table, how would the space react
But when Song Shuhang lifted it hard... but found that the table was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.
This is embarrassing.
What should we do now
At this time, he could not get in touch with the outside world. Even after 'dictating' the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu", he could not successfully escape from this space.
Does he really want to be trapped in this space forever
"Or, when I was writing, did I write something wrong?" Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought.
Wait, five minutes later, he carefully looked at Su Wenqu's 'examination paper' again, and carefully checked with the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" pattern in his mind to see if he remembered any strokes wrong.
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When Song Shuhang thought about what he might have misremembered, right above his desk, a black flying sword broke through the void and squeezed right above him.
But this time, the black flying sword did not release black energy to devour the entire 'space'.
The black flying sword just hung quietly in front of Song Shuhang.
"Senior White!" Song Shuhang exclaimed in surprise - this is another 'Senior White' who is equally charming and often appears in his dreams.
Although I don't know the origin of this person, I can be sure that he is a very powerful being. For convenience, we can call him.
In addition, from the time this Senior White came out, Song Shuhang once again confirmed that he was not physically entering this infinite examination space, but his consciousness was pulled in.
The black flying sword spun around and turned into a white senior in black.
The black clothes he wore today were pajamas, wrapping his entire body, revealing only his handsome face. Are you sleeping
The black white senior opened his eyes and looked at Song Shuhang: "..."
"Hey, Senior White, we meet again." Song Shuhang waved his hand.
Senior White Two raised his brows: "What strange dream have you been involved in again?"
"This time it wasn't a dream, but I was involved in this strange test space." Song Shuhang replied, "This test space requires me to silently write the ancient version of "Sage Cultivation Fu" within five minutes. Don't let me out. I've cycled through it several times."
Senior White Two laughed: "Interesting space."
"It's not interesting at all, Senior White. In this space, you can't even lift the table. What's more terrifying is that I have already finished writing "Sage Self-cultivation Fu", but this space still won't let me out. I doubt whether he has a bug!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth.
Senior White Two's eyes looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to pass through the wall, and directly saw the statue of Daozi of 'The Thirteen Tribulations under the Saint's Gate'.
When they saw the statue of Daozi, the white predecessors sighed faintly.
At this time, Song Shuhang begged: "Senior Bai, can you help me and help me see what is wrong with the "Sage Cultivation Fu" I wrote?"
Senior White Two laughed and said, "Why should I help you?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
This Senior White Two is definitely still holding revenge—because last time, he didn't reveal the information about the 'Vonourable White' to him, so Senior White Two is holding revenge!
At this time, it is necessary to sacrifice a big killer.
The corner of Song Shuhang's mouth rose. There are many ways to get out of this space. Apart from completing the 'Complete the correct "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" within five minutes', it is also possible to be thrown out of the space by other powerful forces.
And the way to annoy this 'white senior two' couldn't be easier!
Whether it is Senior White in reality or the Senior White Two in the dream, as long as he utters that classic quote, it is enough.
So, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to shout: "Xiao Bai, wait for your long hair..."
"Shut up." Senior White Two said softly.
The next moment, Song Shuhang found that his mouth could not be opened - he was banned from speaking.
As expected, it doesn't matter. He had already thought about the possibility of being banned.
He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing on it—'Xiaobai, wait for your long hair to reach your waist...'
When writing this, Song Shuhang cautiously looked up at the white predecessor two. Because if you continue to write, when you write the words "marry me," you will be dead.
It's better to stop writing here, and Senior White Two couldn't help throwing him out of this weird space. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.