It was unusually quiet above the square.

Everyone was staring at the book wall, and there were already a lot of words on it.

The article "The Heart Interpretation of the Book of Changes" by Master Mi just now has about 10,000 words, and now the walls of the book are densely packed, almost nearly 1,000 words.

But when he arrived at this position, no one had any more supplements to the middle school sect.

Xie Cong and Liu He were attacked in turn by the corporals of Dongguo's sect, but in the end they could only lose sadly.

At this time, Dong Guoye of the Dong Guo family laughed and walked to the front of the book wall and said, "I originally thought it was a match that was evenly matched, but I didn't expect that the result was still not very suspense... The Grand Secretary's heart is understood. Even though it is profound and mysterious, as scholars, no one can get one of the ten inheritances of it?"

Dong Guoye held the pen in a casual manner, dancing on the wall of the book. He saw him cursing more than a hundred words in one breath, and soon rushed the number of words on the wall of the book to more than a thousand.

He didn't stop, and he was cursing all the way. The boy who was pen and ink on the side held the inkstone and was stunned.

The other middle school scholars stood up together, and everyone stared at Dong Guoye with their eyes wide open, and their eyes were incredible...

How could he be so much better than the two talents from Guizhou Middle School?

Xie Cong and Liu He from Guinan Middle School are already popular candidates for the next high school entrance examination. Could this Dongguo Ye be in the top three again?

In Dongguo, two senior scholars from the younger generation have emerged. Tsk, Tsk, that's really going to be famous.

Dongguoye made a wild cursive journey to 1,500 words before he slowly slowed down his progress. When he approached 1,600 words, he finally finished his pen and looked around and said:

"The talent below can only end here. It's a pity that I can only get one or two of the inheritance of Master Mi..."

Dong Guoye spoke modestly, but his expression did not look humble? It was clearly arrogant and arrogant...

At this time, many high scholars who had already waited for the high platform quietly walked off the high platform.

Without them, they can’t do anything, and with their talent, they can’t do that step in Dongguoye?

In the end, there were only seven or eight middle school sects left on the high platform.

Among these people, Li Bo, Su Yuqiao, Ding Ru and Dong Guo Nan occupied half of the country.

Li Bo smiled coldly and said, "The Dongguo family is indeed amazing. A middle school scholar not only has outstanding classics, but his calligraphy is also very good... Since this is the case, I am also quite happy to throw bricks and attract jade for our high school scholar..."

After Li Bo finished speaking, he grabbed a pen and danced on the wall of the book, but he wrote more than 400 words in one breath.

After writing these more than 400 words, the other four scholars on the platform looked as if they were ashamed, and they shook their heads and walked slowly.

Obviously, Li Bo wiped out their last chance to show their talents, and they were no longer able to achieve the remaining high school ratio...

Li Bo kept writing for 2,500 words, and simply put down the pen in his hand and said, "My talent is the only one. Next, it depends on you and the other three. I hope that Master Mi's inheritance can be inherited among you three..."

Dong Guonan laughed and said, "Mr. Mi's inheritance is profound and profound, and his flying flower inheritance is even more amazing. Who dares to say that he can inherit it completely? It's good to inherit it to seven out of ten, but it's also good..."

Dong Guonan said something, and the audience was in an uproar.

It can inherit seven out of ten, a very big tone.

Mi Yue is a great scholar. His average academic scholars can inherit at most three or four out of ten. Those who can inherit five or six out of ten and seven out of ten are definitely strong people in the Dongxuan realm.

How could Dong Guonan actually inherit seven or eight out of ten?

Even Lord Cao and Lord Meng's faces changed. The two of them stared at Dongguo Nan with their eyes tightly. Lord Cao said, "Young Master Dongguo, if you can inherit seven or eight out of ten, I will be able to help the Wuling academic community in the future. I, the magistrate of Wuling, are willing to be your patriarch..."

Cao Qing's words were obviously in a hurry to be indignant. His dignified academician did not dare to say that he could inherit seven or eight out of ten Master Mi. How could Dong Guo Nan have such ability?

Dong Guonan frowned, beat him up, and said, "Brother Ding, you are a disciple of Master Mi, and I and the Prophet will naturally not compare to you. In the end, let's compete, and you should take action. If the prophet and I have not added it, today's leader will naturally be Brother Ding..."

Ding Ru smiled faintly and said, "Dongguo Ziyi, since you said that, I'll give it a try?"

Ding Ru walked forward and started writing down the road.

He did not use his pen in cursive script, but his speed was very fast. He continued to write until 3,500 words and stopped his pen.

He looked at Dong Guonan and Su Yuqiao with a smile and said, "Young Master Dong Guo, Prophet, my hands are a little sore, why don't you guys take a look for me?"

Su Yuqiao walked up and said, "I'll do it for you..."

Su Yuqiao wrote the pen from 3,500 to 4,000 words.

"The prophet is tired, I'll do it!"

Dong Guonan laughed loudly, took a large piece of wolf's pen, dipped it in thick ink, and used the pen like a knife, and put it in cursive behind Su Yuqiao.

From four thousand to five thousand, it was almost a one-time rush.

Su Yuqiao's face turned pale in an instant, and Ding Ru shouted: "Young Master Dongguo, you should take a break, I'll still take your time..."

Ding Ru held the pen in his hand, starting from five thousand and writing until five thousand and five thousand, turned his head and said, "Dongguo Ziyi, are you here?"

Dong Guo Ziyi held the pen in his hand, but he did not have the ease he had before. His eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and he slowly walked to the wall of the book. After pondering for a long time, he wrote more than a dozen words, but changed one word.

Ding Ru's expression became more and more serious. He took the pen and changed the numbers again. He added two words to the back, but he also began to ponder.

Su Yuqiao was still thinking. After a while, she leaned over and added another sentence to Ding Ru after writing, which contained about seven or eight words.

As a result, the situation on the field became tense instantly.

All of the three great scholars were famous talents. At this time, they reached the most serious situation, but there was a similar situation.

In the last provincial examination, these three people were the third place in Jie Yuan, and Ding Ru was the first to be the second-class, equivalent to the fourth place. He also ridiculed himself as Ding Si, and Su Yuqiao was the fifth place in the area.

The talent of the three is really hard to tell the difference. Dong Guonan’s advantage lies in his profound family heritage.

Ding Ru's advantage lies in his learning from the Grand Secretary of Mi Yue and his extensive knowledge. It is not his first experience of "Flying Flower Inheritance".

Compared with the two, Su Yuqiao had neither a profound family background nor a teacher from a Grand Secretary. He relied entirely on his own genius, and his talent was obviously superior.

The square was silent, and everyone stared at the three people beside the book wall. The air seemed to have solidified, filled with tension, and even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe through.

And at this moment, a noise suddenly came from outside the square.

Several old men in black robe and cloak separated the crowd and came proudly.
Chapter completed!