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And pills, even with his present powerful memory, only less than a third of "The Sage's Fitness" was remembered.

Five minutes later, he had to hang up -- I don't know if the answers to Sue Wen's song at the next table were there?

If the answer to Suwen's paper is no longer available, what will he do?

Loop in this space forever?

Horrible!

At this point, that majestic voice rang out again: [implicitly wrote the entire story of The Sage's Fitness, which lasted five minutes.]

At the same time, Song Shuhang had an extra blank sheet of paper on his table. The old dipstick was folded and moved to the corner of the table without preventing him from re-silencing.

- If he can't write The Sage's Fitness, he's going to be shut down indefinitely in the shack.

Song Shuhang had to re-write the pen, silently wrote "Saints Slimming Talent". This time the pen, like the painting, painted a third of the ancient text of "Saints Slimming Talent" in his mind.

More than three minutes have passed since the painting was completed.

Song Shuhang is even more distressed - these ancient texts can be complicated, at this speed, even if he will write down the entire ancient texts, it will take about nine minutes to finish the drawing.

This is a hell of a pattern.

At this time, can you ask for help from outside?

Song Shuhang consciously reached into his arms, trying to take out his phone, or Qianli Pronunciation Fabao. But when he reached into his arms, he found his' one inch shrink bag 'missing.

Not a shrinking bag... so I'm not getting into this strange space, but consciousness being pulled into space? Song Shuhang thought in the dark.

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……

Soon, five minutes ended again.

The wall on the side landed again.

As soon as the walls disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to look up to the side - great, the tables and chairs around him, as well as Su Wen Qumi's "The Fitness of the Saints" are still there.

Song Shuhang immediately stared at Su Wenzhou's paper and desperately remembered it.

At the same time, he sounded that majestic voice again in his ear: “Those who have written silently can leave this space and receive three complimentary Confucian pints of the 'Zen Pen'. There are no acquiescent successful writers, and the acquiescence starts again after twenty cents, for five minutes. ”

After 20 interest…

The rampant walls rose again!

Song Shuhang's desktop once again had an extra piece of white paper, the old white paper was folded and moved.

Song Shuhang tried to reach out and grab this folded original test strip, but the original test strip was blocked by a layer of force, and Shuhang could not reach them.

“Damn, how nice it would be if the original dipstick wasn't folded.” Song Shuhang sighed, so that at least he could copy the contents of the original dipstick, faster than silent writing.

Time goes by.

Five minutes later, the walls plummeted again.

Song Shuhang hastily moved his gaze onto Su Wenzhou's manuscript paper and again desperately remembered the "Saint's Fitness" - this time, Song Shuhang finally wrote down the full text!

Even though he could not understand the significance of these ancient texts, he was born with the ability to remember, as with the pattern, to write down the entire "Saint's Fitness".

Moreover, with the last pen exercise, he is now drawing 'Ancient Text' faster and faster.

This time, definitely, definitely pass the exam!

Song Shuhang's heart secretly said.

……

……

After 20 interest…

The rampant walls rose again.

This time, Song Shuhang grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink. When the white paper came out, Song Shuhang painted it quickly.

The whole "Saint Fitness" was written, or painted, by him in such a shady way.

Four minutes and forty-two seconds.

Song Shuhang finally finished painting the last ancient symbol.

“It's done! This damn infinite patch mode, I passed!” Song Shuhang put down his brush and laughed haha.

Next, when the exam time is over, he can leave the space.

You can also get a three-piece 'Confucius’ Zen pen along the way. Happy birthday, Happy birthday!

Five minutes after arrival, the wall landed again.

He sounded that majestic voice again in his ear: “Those who have written silently can leave this space and receive three complimentary Confucian pints of the 'Zen Pen'. There are no acquiescent successful writers, and the acquiescence starts again after twenty cents, for five minutes. ”

“I'm getting out of this space!” Song Shuhang answered quickly.

But something awkward happened —— he wasn't sent out of the space.

“I'm done. Send me out.” Song Shuhang made another sound.

But that majestic voice never answered again.

The whole space is quiet and quiet, only Song Shuhang breathes.

Song Shuhang: “…”

What's wrong with Thelma? Haven't I written it all yet? He swiftly swept the ‘test papers’ of the next Suwen song.

There's nothing missing!

Each of the ancient texts above, he pressed the "Su Wen Song" paper to draw it.

… Do you still have to remember the meaning of Saint Fitness in your heart when you write it? However, the ‘exam papers' written by Su Wen song do not have its own translation function. Song Shuhang said he can't understand it!

What should we do?

Do I have to take another exam till I die?

After 20 interest…

The ruthless wall rose again brutally, isolating Song Shuhang and everything around him.

In front of Song Shuhang, a new test strip appeared again. The old test strip was folded up and moved to the corner of the table.

“I don't want to take any more exams. Let me out!” Song Shuhang stood up, grabbed the table and lifted it forcefully - he wanted to try, if he lifted the table, how would this space react?

But when Song Shuhang lifted... he found the table to be old and he couldn't lift it at all.

That's embarrassing.

What do we do now?

At this time, he was unable to contact the outside world. It is obvious that the "Sage's Fitness" has been written and cannot be successfully escaped from this space.

Is he really going to be stuck in this space forever?

“Or was there something wrong when I wrote it?” Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought.

Wait, five minutes later, he takes a closer look at the "Test Paper" of the Suwen song, carefully checks with the "Saints' Fitness" pattern in his mind, and sees if he remembers something wrong with the stroke.

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……

When Song Shuhang pondered what he might have misremembered, there was a black flying sword just above his desk that broke the void and squeezed right above him.

This time, however, the black sword did not release any more black energy to devour the entire 'space’.

Black flying sword just hangs quietly in front of Song Shuhang.

“Senior White!” Song Shuhang's surprise shouted - this is another ‘white senior’, equally charming and often in his dreams.

Although I don't know the origin of this [White Senior], I'm sure he's a very powerful man. For ease of distinction, you can call him "Senior White Two".

In addition, when he came out of Bai Senior, Song Shuhang confirmed once again that he was not fleshly entering this infinite exam space, but consciousness was drawn into it.

The black flying sword spins around and turns into the white senior in black.

The black coat he is wearing today is a pajama structure that wraps his whole person around and reveals only a handsome face. [Senior White Two] Are you sleeping?

Black white senior opened his eyes and looked to Song Shuhang: “...”

“Hi, Senior White, we meet again.” Song Shuhang waved.

Senior White Two picked an eyebrow: “What strange dream are you in again? ”

“This is not a dream, but a strange exam space.” Song Shuhang replied: “This exam space requires me to silently write the ancient edition of The Saints' Fitness Talent within five minutes. If you can't write it, you won't let me out. I've written silently several times in a loop. ”

Senior White Two laughed: “Interesting space. ”

“It's not funny, Senior White. In this space, you can't even lift the table. Even worse, I've finished writing The Saint's Fitness in its entirety, but this space still won't let me out. I wonder if he has a BUG!” Song Shuhang bit his teeth.

Senior White Two's gaze looked far away, and his gaze seemed to pass through that blocked wall, directly seeing the statue of the Path of the Thirteen Thirteen Robberies of Immortals under the Saints' Gate.

When I saw the statue of the Taoist, the two white seniors sighed in awe.

At this time, Song Shuhang pleaded: "Senior Bai, can you help me to see what is wrong with my" Saint's Fitness "? ”

Senior White Two laughed, “Why should I help you? ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White Two must still be taking revenge - because last time, he didn't give him the information about the White Honored Two, so Senior White Two is taking revenge!

It's time to sacrifice the Holocaust.

Song Shuhangzuo's corner rose, there are many ways to get out of this space, in addition to completing the 'Five Minutes to Write the Right Fitness of Saints', you can also be thrown out of the space by other powerful forces.

And the way to piss off this‘ Senior White Two ’is simple!

Whether it's the white seniors in reality or the white seniors in dreams, it's enough to sacrifice that classic quote.

So Song Shuhang couldn't wait to scream: “Bai, wait for your long hair..."

“Shut up.” Senior White Two Light Way.

The next moment, Song Shuhang discovered that his mouth could not be opened - he was forbidden to speak.

The unexpected, it's okay. He had long thought about the possibility of being banned from speaking.

He grabbed the paper and pen and started writing on it —— ‘White, wait for your long hair and waist...’

In writing here, Song Shuhang looked up carefully at the white senior two. Because if you write again, when you write the words "marry me well", you die.

It's best to stop writing here, Senior White Two can't help throwing him out of this weird space, it's better.