Chapter 723: On that Day, Shuhang Remembered the Horror of Being Dominated by Exams

Although the golden article "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints" is written in ancient characters, the golden characters have magical power, just like a translation machine. Even Song Shuhang, who didn't know ancient characters, could automatically understand its meaning when he read this article, and instinctively translated it into 'simplified Chinese characters' and remembered it in his mind.

According to Venerable Bai's explanation, this "Sage Cultivation Fu" is a Confucian method of self-cultivation, which is similar to meditation. By the way, you can also practice calligraphy?

Therefore, Song Shuhang casually glanced at the golden article in the sky, memorized the first few sentences, and paid no more attention to it.

The 'golden article' condensed by the statue lasted for about ten breaths.

During this period, Venerable White took Song Shuhang and landed slowly.

Ten breaths later, the golden articles condensed from the statue disappeared... The 'Immortal Statue of the Thirteen Tribulations Under the Saint's Sect' returned to calm, and all the strange images subsided.

The Confucian disciples sighed reluctantly.

At this moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that his vision went dark.

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After a while, when Song Shuhang's eyes regained their brightness, he found that he was on top of a huge square.

The square is paved with black stone slabs, neat and elegant. In the center of the square, there stands a statue. It is the statue of the saint's first disciple, 'Daozi', who previously condensed the golden article "The Saint's Self-cultivation Fu".

In addition to Song Shuhang, there were nine Confucian disciples around. Like him, these Confucian disciples also looked confused and looked around.

A Confucian disciple asked in confusion: "Where is this place? Wasn't I still in [Baiyun City] just now?"

Song Shuhang thought about it, he was with 'Venerable White' just now - so, how high is the cultivation level of the person who forcibly brought him into this space? Only then can he be brought away from Venerable White in an instant?

Or maybe, his body is not being pulled into this space now, but his consciousness has entered this weird space?

While thinking about it, Song Shuhang saw an acquaintance among the nine Confucian disciples - the 'sword-carrying scholar' Su Wenqu.

At the end of the Chu family's Duanxiantai and when the hand-held tractor competition was about to start, Song Shuhang met this Confucian disciple, Su Wenqu, the scholar of Baiyun Academy, who drove the sports car 'Yiye Guzhou' that was modified from a damaged fairy boat. The only son of the True Monarch of Eternal Fire.

It is worth mentioning that Su Wenqu’s real Taoist title should be [Jade Sword Scholar], but the nickname ‘Sword-Raising Scholar’ is so famous that no one remembers his real Taoist title.

Su Wen Qu Orz.

However, Song Shuhang had met Su Wenqu, but Su Wenqu didn't know Song Shuhang - because at that time, Song Shuhang had already entered the body of Young Master Phoenix Slayer and saw him using Young Master Phoenix Slayer's body.

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Even the only son of the True Monarch of Eternal Fire was pulled into this dimension, and it seemed that Su Wenqu, the sword-carrying scholar, did not recognize this dimension and looked at a loss.

What is going on in this space?

[Why do I always feel like being pulled into an infinite space by the ‘Lord God’, but I didn’t press or. 】Song Shuhang complained in his heart.

At this time, Su Wenqu regained his composure. He stepped forward to the statue and offered sacrifices. Apart from them, there is only this statue in this space, and the opportunity must lie in this statue.

As he finished offering sacrifices to his ancestors, there was a faint flash of light on the 'statue of Daozi'.

Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone present, a set of tables and chairs appeared out of thin air. On the table were placed the four treasures of the study, "pen, ink, paper and inkstone", as well as water and ink ingots.

Immediately afterwards, a serious voice appeared in everyone's mind: [Write the entire "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" silently for five minutes. ]

Following this majestic voice, a high wall rose up around each Confucian disciple and Song Shuhang, separating all the disciples.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Is this to prevent cheating?

Have they become ‘candidates’?

After graduating from elementary school, he rarely wrote whole articles silently anymore. It was terrible!

[Time starts.

] That serious voice sounded again.

The next moment, Song Shuhang heard the sounds of the Confucian disciples around him starting to grind ink, and a moment later there was already the sound of writing.

"Sage Cultivation Fu" is as important to Confucian disciples as the meditation method, and it is the foundation among foundations. They write it many times every day.

Most of the disciples can write the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" silently in one minute with flying pen.

Song Shuhang: "..."

He was not a Confucian disciple. When he stood behind Venerable White's flying sword, he glanced at the golden article and did not write down the full text at all!

At this time, he was actually asked to write it down in five minutes? This is not difficult.

Besides that, there's one more thing - he doesn't know how to sharpen ink.

When he was in elementary school and junior high school, the school offered calligraphy courses to teach students how to practice calligraphy.

But the problem is that the ink they use is not 'ground', it is bought directly in bottles. He had never learned how to sharpen ink. At most, he had seen a few scenes of sharpening ink in movies.

After I get out of this weird space this time, I'll go learn calligraphy! Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Sighing, Shuhang picked up the ink ingot, added some water to the inkstone like in the movie, and then tried to use the ink ingot to grind it in the inkstone. Regardless of whether the posture is correct or not, grind out the ink first.

While grinding, he was thinking hard about the "Sage Cultivation Fu" that he had glanced at before.

But even with the monk's powerful memory ability, he could only memorize the first few sentences of "Sage Cultivation Fu". After all, his eyes are not 'cameras' and he cannot remember everything he has seen at a glance.

"Forget it, just write as much as you can." Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Then he grabbed the brush and dipped it in the inkstone. Fortunately, he had learned some calligraphy with a brush when he was a child, so at least he still remembered how to use a brush.

Sighing again, Song Shuhang took up the pen and wrote the first few sentences of "The Ode to Cultivation of the Saint"... on the paper.

After writing the first few sentences, Song Shuhang could only stare. He couldn't remember the rest.

what to do?

Otherwise, ask the Taoist friends nearby for help?

So, Song Shuhang shouted: "Fellow Taoist next door, do you know what the next sentence of [A gentleman cultivates his moral integrity is not good at integrity.]? Can you hear me and answer what I hear?"

After all, the rules only said that the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" should be written down within five minutes, and it did not say that he was not allowed to ask the Taoist friends nearby for help.

But unfortunately, the wall between each 'candidate' will not only cut off the sight, but also cut off the sound of communication.

Although the sounds of grinding ink and writing can be transmitted, the sounds of speaking are filtered. The Confucian disciples around him could not hear his voice, nor could they lend a helping hand to him.

Just like that, five minutes passed quickly.

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Rumble~~

The walls around the ‘candidates’ shrank back.

Among the ten candidates, nine Confucian disciples looked confident. The white paper in front of them was filled with words.

After polishing the ink, all the Confucian disciples finished dictating the "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" within one minute.

Song Shuhang looked at the seat next to him - the person sitting next to him was Su Wenqu, the only son of True Monarch Eternal Fire, the "Sword-carrying Scholar".

Shuhang subconsciously looked at the "Ode to the Saint's Self-cultivation" written on Su Wenqu's white paper.

Then, Song Shuhang was stunned!

Su Wenqu's paper was filled with words - and they were all 'ancient words'.

Song Shuhang looked at his white paper again. What was written on his paper was... translated simplified Chinese characters.

What a pit!

Even writing in ancient characters?

This kind of exam is obviously prepared for 'Confucian disciples', right? Why should Mao, an unrelated outsider, be involved in this kind of exam?

Could it be... is it because of the 'Liu Li Scholar'?

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As if sensing Song Shuhang's gaze, Su Wenqu turned his head and looked at Shuhang. In fact, he noticed Shuhang from the beginning—among the ten candidates present, only Song Shuhang was not a Confucian disciple.

Then he also looked at the content written silently on Song Shuhang's paper. In simplified Chinese characters, there were only the first few sentences.

Su Wenqu's face couldn't help but twitch: "..."

"Fellow Taoist, let me ask a question - what will happen if you fail to pass the silent writing test?" Song Shuhang asked with some worry, there won't be any punishment, right?

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist. This is also my first time entering this strange space." Su Wenqu replied sheepishly.

At this moment, the serious voice sounded again: "Those who have completed silent writing can leave this space and receive the third-grade Confucian treasure 'Fengzen Pen'. Those who have not succeeded in silent writing will restart silent writing after twenty breaths for five minutes."

Song Shuhang:_

Damn it, is this unlimited re-examination space?

He simply doesn't know the correct way to write the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu". Even if he is given a hundred more chances, he will not be able to write the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" completely in ancient characters.

How to break it?

"This fellow Taoist, please take the first step. I wish you will finish writing silently as soon as possible." Su Wenqu said softly. At the same time, he spread out the "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints" he had written and displayed it in front of Song Shuhang.

In more than 20 breaths, I hope this strange fellow Taoist can try his best to remember "The Saint's Self-cultivation Fu" and successfully write it from memory.

"Thank you." Song Shuhang stared desperately at the "Ode to Cultivation of the Saint" written by Su Wenqumo, and tried his best to remember it.

But the above are all ancient characters, and there is a huge difference between the writing method and the simplified characters. Moreover, Su Wenqu's "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" written silently does not have an automatic translation function.

Song Shuhang had a hard time remembering.

Now, he can only rely on the monk's powerful memory to memorize every pattern of ancient characters.

Twenty breaths of time go by in an instant.

With a rumble, walls rose up around Song Shuhang again.

The exam starts again.

However, Song Shuhang only memorized less than one-third of the "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints".

And pills.

At this moment, Song Shuhang finally recalled the horror of being dominated by exams... (To be continued.) Haoru Book Bar, the home of book friends! Unique URL: