Chapter 724 Meeting Senior Bai Two Again

And pills, even with his current powerful memory, he can only remember less than one-third of "Sage Cultivation Fu".

Five minutes later, he would have to fail the class again - and he didn't know if the answer sheet of Su Wenqu, the 'scholar with sword' at the next table, was still there?

If the answer to Su Wenqu's test paper is no longer there, what will he do then?

Will it continue to circulate in this space forever?

horrible!

At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: [Write the entire chapter of "The Saint's Self-cultivation and Martial Arts" silently for five minutes. ]

At the same time, there was a piece of white paper on Song Shuhang's desk. The old test paper was folded and moved to the corner of the table, so that it would not prevent him from dictating again.

——If he can't write "The Saint's Self-cultivation" from memory, he will be locked up in a dark room indefinitely.

Song Shuhang had no choice but to pick up the pen again and silently write "The Saint's Self-cultivation Ode". This time he took up the pen, just like painting, and drew down one third of the ancient text of "The Saint's Self-cultivation Ode" in his mind.

After finishing the painting, more than three minutes had passed.

Song Shuhang was even more troubled - these ancient texts were very complicated to draw. At this speed, even if he memorized the entire ancient text, it would take about nine minutes to finish.

This is simply hell mode.

At this time, can we ask for help from foreign aid?

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached into his arms, wanting to take out his cell phone or the magic weapon that transmitted sounds from thousands of miles away. But when he reached into his arms, he found that his 'one-inch shrinking bag' was missing.

There is not an inch of shrinkage bag... So, it is not my physical body that enters this strange space, but my consciousness is pulled into the space? Song Shuhang thought secretly.

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Soon, the five minutes were over again.

The wall on the side rumbled down again.

As soon as the wall disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to look to the side - it was great, the tables, chairs and the "Sage Cultivation Ode" written by Su Wenqumo were still there.

Song Shuhang immediately stared at Su Wenqu's test paper and tried his best to memorize it.

At the same time, the majestic voice sounded in his ears 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." "

Twenty breaths later...

The rumbling wall rises again!

On Song Shuhang's desk, 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 paper, but the original test paper was 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. That way, at least he could copy the content on the original test paper, which would be faster than dictating.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Five minutes later, the wall rumbled down again.

Song Shuhang hurriedly moved his eyes to Su Wenqu's manuscript paper, and once again tried his best to memorize the "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints" written on it - this time, Song Shuhang finally memorized the entire text!

Even though he couldn't understand the meaning of these ancient words, he just relied on his memory ability to memorize the entire "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" like a pattern.

Moreover, since he practiced writing last time, he is now drawing the 'ancient characters' faster and faster.

This time, I absolutely must pass the exam!

Song Shuhang thought to himself.

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Twenty breaths later...

The rumbling walls 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 started drawing on it.

The entire "Ode to the Saint's Self-cultivation" was written or drawn silently by him in such a eloquent way.

Four minutes and forty-two seconds.

Song Shuhang finally finished drawing the last ancient rune.

"It's done! I passed this damn infinite re-examination mode!" Song Shuhang put down his brush and burst into laughter.

Next, just wait for the exam time to end and he can leave this space.

By the way, you can also get a third-grade ‘Ru Bao’ Zen pen.

Congratulations, congratulations!

When the five minutes are up, the wall comes down again.

The majestic voice sounded in his ears 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."

"I want to leave this space!" Song Shuhang quickly replied.

However, something embarrassing happened - he was not sent away from this space.

"I've finished dictating. Send me out quickly." Song Shuhang said again.

However, the majestic voice did not reply.

The entire space was quiet, except for the sound of Song Shuhang's breathing.

Song Shuhang: "..."

What's going on with Tema? Didn't I write it completely from dictation? He quickly glanced at Su Wenqu's 'exam paper' next to him.

Nothing was left out!

He drew every ancient text on it according to the test paper of "Su Wenqu".

Could it be that...when writing the "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints" silently, I still have to recite its meaning silently in my heart? However, the 'exam paper' written by Su Wenqu did not have a built-in translation function. Song Shuhang said that he could not understand it!

what to do?

Do I have to take a new exam and take it until I die?

Twenty breaths later...

The ruthless wall rose cruelly again, isolating Song Shuhang from everything around him.

A new test paper appeared in front of Song Shuhang again. The old test paper was folded again and moved to the corner of the table.

"I don't want to take the exam anymore, let me out!" Song Shuhang stood up, grabbed the table, and lifted it hard - he wanted to try it, what would happen to this space if he lifted the table?

But when Song Shuhang lifted it with force... he 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 was unable to contact the outside world. Even though I have finished 'dictating' the "Ode to Self-cultivation of Saints", I still cannot successfully escape from this space.

Does he really want to be trapped in this space forever?

"Or maybe, when I was writing, did I make a mistake somewhere?" Song Shuhang held his chin and thought.

Wait, after five minutes, he carefully looked at Su Wenqu's 'test paper' again, and carefully checked it with the pattern of "Sage Cultivation Fu" in his mind to see if he had remembered any strokes wrongly.

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When Song Shuhang was thinking about where he might have remembered wrongly, a black flying sword broke through the void directly above his desk and squeezed in right above him.

But this time, the black flying sword did not release black energy to swallow the entire 'space'.

The black flying sword just hung quietly in front of Song Shuhang.

"Senior White!" Song Shuhang shouted in surprise - this is another 'Senior White', who is equally charming and can often appear in his dreams.

Although I don’t know the origin of [Senior White], I can be sure that he is a very powerful existence. For the convenience of distinction, you can call him [Senior White Two].

In addition, when Senior White came out, Song Shuhang once again confirmed that he was not entering this infinite examination space physically, but was being pulled in by his consciousness.

The black flying sword spun in a circle and transformed into the white senior in black.

The black clothes he wore today were made of pajamas, covering his entire body, leaving only his handsome face exposed. [Senior White Two] Are you sleeping?

The black senior Bai opened his eyes and looked at Song Shuhang: "..."

"Hi, Senior Bai, we meet again." Song Shuhang waved.

Senior Bai Two raised his eyebrows: "What kind of strange dream have you been involved in again?"

"It's not a dream this time, but I am involved in this strange examination space." Song Shuhang replied: "This examination space requires me to silently write out the ancient Chinese version of "Sage Self-cultivation Fu" within five minutes. If I can't write it, I will Don’t let me out. I’ve already repeated it several times.”

Senior Bai Two chuckled: "Interesting space."

"It's not interesting at all, Senior Bai. In this space, you can't even lift the table. What's even more frightening is that I have completely finished writing "Sage Self-cultivation Fu", but this space still won't let me out. .I even doubted whether he appeared!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth.

Senior Bai Two's eyes looked into the distance. His eyes seemed to have penetrated the walls and directly saw the statue of Daozi, the 'Thirteen Tribulations Immortal under the Sage'.

When seeing the statue of Daozi, Senior Bai sighed quietly.

At this time, Song Shuhang begged: "Senior Bai, can you give me a helping hand and help me see what's wrong with the "Ode to Cultivation of the Saint" I wrote?"

Senior Bai Two chuckled and said, "Why should I help you?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

This Senior White Two must still be holding a grudge - because last time, he did not reveal the information about 'Venerable White' to him, so Senior White Two is holding a grudge!

At this time, you have to use a big killer weapon.

Song Shuhang raised the corner of his mouth. There are many ways to get out of this space. In addition to completing "Writing the correct "Sage Cultivation Fu" within five minutes," he could also be thrown out of the space by other powerful forces.

And the way to annoy this ‘Senior White Two’ couldn’t be easier!

Whether it’s Senior White in reality or Senior White Two in the dream, just saying that classic quote is enough.

So, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to shout: "Xiao Bai, when your hair grows..."

"Shut up." Senior Bai Two said softly.

The next moment, Song Shuhang found that he couldn't open his mouth - he was banned from speaking.

It’s expected, and that’s okay. He had already thought about the possibility of being banned.

He grabbed the paper and pen and began to write on it - 'Xiao Bai, when your hair grows to your waist...'

When writing this, Song Shuhang cautiously raised his head and looked at Senior White Two. Because if you continue writing it down to the words "How about marrying me", you will be considered dead.

It would be best to stop writing at this point, and Senior Bai Two can't help but throw him out of this weird space. (To be continued.) Haoru Book Bar, the home of book friends! Unique URL: