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The golden article "The Sage's Fitness", although written in ancient writing, has the magical power of being a translator in gold. Even if you don't know Song Shuhang, when you see this article, you can automatically understand what it means and instinctively translate them into ‘simplified words’ in your mind.

According to the explanation of the White Venerable, this "Saint's Fitness" is a Confucian cultivating method, about the same as meditation technique, can you practice calligraphy as well?

So Song Shuhang took a casual look at the golden article in the sky and remembered the first few sentences and didn't pay much attention.

The ‘golden article’ that the statue congeals up maintains about ten breaths.

During this time, Bai Zhuang took Song Shuhang with him and slowly landed.

Ten breaths later, the golden articles from which the statues had gathered disappeared… ‘Thirteen Immortals under the Saints' restored calm, and the visions all converged.

Confucian disciples, reluctantly sighed.

At this moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt dark in front of him.

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A moment later, when Song Shuhang's eyes returned bright, he found himself on a huge square.

The square is made up of black slabs, neat and generous. And right in the middle of the square, a statue stands, the statue of the saint, the 'Daoist', who gathered the golden article 'The Fitness of Saints'.

In addition to Song Shuhang, there are nine Confucian disciples around. Like him, these Confucian disciples looked at each other blindly.

A Confucian disciple questioned: "Where am I? Didn't I just stay in Baiyun City? ”

Song Shuhang pondered, he was just with the 'white honored' - so how tall was the man who forced him into this space? To bring him from the white honor in an instant?

Or is he not being pulled into this space now, just conscious into this weird space?

During the reflection, Song Shuhang saw an acquaintance from nine Confucian disciples - the Su Wen song "The Knife Writer".

Originally, at the end of the Chujia 'Cutting Sendai', when the handheld tractor competition was about to begin, Song Shuhang met this Confucian disciple driving the ‘One Leaf Lonely Boat’ modified with a damaged fairy boat, Su Wenzhou, ‘Baiyun Academy’ Hengzhenjun only son.

It is worth mentioning that Su Wenzhou's real sermon should be [Jade Swordsman], but the sermon 'Booksman with the Knife’ is so famous that nobody remembers his real sermon.

Souvenir orz.

However, Song Shuhang has seen Su Wen song, but Su Wen song does not know Song Shuhang - because at that time Song Shuhang had entered Prince Feng's body and met him with Prince Feng's body.

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Even Zhenjun Hengfire's only son was pulled into this space, and it appeared that Su Wenzhou, the knife collector, did not recognize the space, his face was blind.

What the hell is going on in this space?

[It's always like being dragged into infinite space by the Lord God, but I didn't press YES or NO.] Song Shuhang inner spit channel.

At this time, Suwen returned to calm, and before he came to the statue, he sacrificed his salute. This is the only statue in the space besides them, and the opportunity is definitely there.

As he finished his sacrifice to his ancestors, there was a glimmer of light on the 'statue of the Taoist Path'.

Immediately afterwards, in front of the people, a set of tables and chairs appeared empty-handed, with the library's Sibao 'pen ink paper yam’ on the table, as well as fresh water and ink ingots.

Immediately afterwards, a serious voice appeared in the minds of all: [silently wrote the entire story of The Sage's Fitness, which lasted five minutes.]

With this majestic voice, every Confucian disciple and Song Shuhang side, raised the wall and separated all disciples.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Is this to prevent cheating?

They became ‘candidates’.

Since elementary school, he rarely writes the whole article again, horrible!

[Time starts.] That serious voice rang again.

The next moment, Song Shuhang heard the Confucian disciples around him start to grind the ink, and a few moments later, a formation of writing sounds had been heard.

For Confucian disciples, "The Sage's Fitness" is as important as meditation and is the foundation of the foundation. They write many times a day.

Most disciples will be able to silently write The Sage's Fitness within a minute.

Song Shuhang: “…”

He is not a Confucian disciple, this "saintly slim talent" he stood behind the White Venerable Flying Sword, a rough glance at the golden article, did not write down the full text!

At this point, he actually wrote it in five minutes? It's not hard to be strong.

Besides that, there's one other thing -- he doesn't grind ink.

When he was in elementary and junior high school, he offered brushstroke classes to teach students how to practice brushstroke.

But the problem is that the ink they use is not ‘milled', it's bought directly from bottles. He didn't learn how to grind ink. At most, he saw a few grinding footage from the movie.

When you get out of this weird space, go learn brush strokes! Song Shuhang's heart is hidden.

Sighed, Book Sail picked up the ink ingot, learned from the movie, added some water to the Yantai, and tried to grind it up with the ink ingot in the Yantai. Whether the pose is correct or not, grind the ink out first.

As he grinded, he thought bitterly in his head before glancing at The Sage's Fitness.

But even if a monk had a powerful memory, he could only write down the first few words of The Sage's Fitness. After all, his eyes were not ‘cameras’ and he could not remember everything he had seen.

“Forget it, write as much as you can.” Song Shuhang's secret passage.

Then he grabbed the brush and dipped the ink in Yantai. At least he remembers how to use a brush when he was a kid.

Sighing again, Song Shuhang wrote the first few sentences of "Saints' Fitness" on paper.

After the first few sentences, Song Shuhang could only stare, he can't remember next.

What should we do?

Why don't you ask your friends on the side for help?

So Song Shuhang shouted: “Next door Taoist friend, you know [Gentlemen are not good at honesty. What's the next sentence? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? ”

After all, the rule simply says to silently write "The Sage's Fitness" within five minutes, and doesn't say not to ask for help from the Daoist friends on the side.

But unfortunately, the wall between each ‘candidate' will not only isolate the line of sight, but also the sound of communication.

Though the sound of grinding ink and writing can be transmitted, the sound of speech is filtered. The Confucian disciples around him could not hear him or reach out to him.

That's it, five minutes will soon pass.

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Boom-room ~ ~

The wall around the 'candidates' shrunk back.

Of the ten candidates, nine Confucian disciples looked confident and the blank paper in front of them was full of text.

After grinding the ink, all Confucian disciples, within a minute, silently wrote "The Sage's Fitness".

Song Shuhang gazed at the position beside him - sitting beside him was Su Wenzhou, the only son of Hengfire Zhenjun.

The vision of consciousness under the Book Sailing is "The Sage's Fitness" on the white paper of the Suwen song.

Then, Song Shuhang was forced!

Su Wen's paper is full of text - and it's all 'ancient text’.

Song Shuhang looked back at his blank paper, which he wrote on… the simplified text after translation.

Pit!

Writing in ancient script?

This kind of exam is obviously for Confucian disciples, for Mao, an irrelevant foreigner, to be involved in this kind of exam?

… is it because of the 'Glass Book Student’?

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Seems to sense Song Shuhang's gaze, Su Wenzhou turned his head and looked to Book Hang. In fact, he noticed Book Navigation from the beginning —— of the 10 candidates present, only Song Shuhang was not a Confucian disciple.

Then he similarly looked at what Song Shuhang wrote in silence, the simplified text, with only the first few sentences.

Suwen's face twitched: “…"

“Daoist, ask the question - what happens if you fail to write?” Song Shuhang was somewhat worried, "he asked," won't there be any punishment?

“I'm sorry, Daoist. I'm also new to this strange space.” Su Wen replied with embarrassment.

At this moment, that serious voice sounded again: “Those who have written silently can leave this space and receive three complimentary Confucian pints of the 'Zen Pen'. No acquiescence, start again after twenty cents for five minutes. ”

Song Shuhang: 0_0

Shit, is this an infinite test space?

He had no idea how to write the "Saint Fitness" correctly. Even if he was given a hundred more chances, he would not be able to write the "Saint Fitness" in full with the ancient text.

How?

“This Daoist, take the next step. Good morning, Taoist friend.” On one side, Su Wen said softly, and at the same time, he spread the book he wrote, "The Fitness of Saints", which appeared in front of Song Shuhang.

For more than twenty breaths, I hope this strange Taoist will try to remember "The Fitness of the Saint" and write it down for success.

“Thank you.” Song Shuhang stared desperately at Su Wen Qummer's "Saint's Fitness" and tried to remember it.

But it's all ancient text, and there's a big difference between writing and simplifying words. Moreover, Su Wen Trammer wrote "The Fitness of the Saints" and did not have the ability to translate automatically.

Song Shuhangjie's hard work.

Now, he can only rely on the powerful memory of a monk to memorize every pattern of ancient texts.

Twenty interest hours pass by.

Boom Lung Lung, Song Shuhang's side raised a wall again.

The exam begins again.

Song Shuhang only remembered less than one-third of the "Saints' Fitness."

Another pill.

At this moment, Song Shuhang finally recalls the horror that was once ruled by the exam...