There is also a pill, even with his current strong memory, he only remembers less than one-third of the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Fu".

Five minutes later, he will have to fail the exam again - I don’t know if the answer sheet of Su Wenqu, the “Scholar with Sword” on the next table is still there?

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

Will you always circulate in this space?

horrible!

At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: [Recalling the entire article of "The Saint's Cultivation of Self-Study" is five minutes.]

At the same time, there was a piece of white paper on Song Shuhang's table. The old test paper was folded and moved to the corner of the table, which did not prevent him from writing again.

——If you cannot write down the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Fu", you will be imprisoned in a small dark room.

Song Shuhang had to pick up his pen again and write the "Fuan of the Saint's Self-Cultivation". This time, he picked up his pen, just like painting, and drew one-third of the ancient text "Fuan of the Saint's Self-Cultivation" in his mind.

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

Song Shuhang was even more distressed - these ancient texts are so complicated to draw. At this speed, even if he recorded the entire ancient text, it would take about nine minutes to finish the painting.

This is simply hell mode.

At this time, can you ask for help from foreign players?

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached into his arms, wanting to take out his cell phone or send a message to thousands of miles away. But when he reached into his arms, he found that his "inch-shrinkable bag" was gone.

There was no one inch of the shrinking bag... So, was it not that my body entered this strange space, but that my consciousness was pulled into the space? Song Shuhang thought secretly.

...

...

Soon, the five minutes ended again.

The wall next to it rumbled down again.

As soon as the wall disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn't wait to look to the side - it was great, the tables and chairs around him, and the "Saint Cultivation Fu" written by Su Wenqu Mo were still there.

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

At the same time, the majestic voice sounded in his ear again: "Those who have finished dictation can leave this space and receive the third-grade Confucian treasure "Fengshan Pen". Those who have not succeeded in dictation will start dictation again after twenty breaths, for five minutes."

After twenty breaths...

The rumbling walls rose again!

There was another piece of white paper on Song Shuhang's desktop, and the old white paper was folded and moved.

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

"Damn it, it would be great if the original test paper would not be folded." Song Shuhang sighed, at least he could copy the contents on the original test paper, which was a little faster than dictation.

Time passes minute by minute.

Five minutes later, the wall rumbled down again.

Song Shuhang hurriedly moved his gaze to Su Wenqu's manuscript, and once again desperately remembered the "Sage's Self-cultivation Fu" on it - this time, Song Shuhang finally wrote down the full text!

Even though he could not understand the meaning of these ancient characters, he wrote down the entire "Sage's Self-Cultivation Fu" with his memory ability, just like a pattern.

Moreover, with the last time he practiced writing, he is now getting faster and faster when he draws "ancient characters".

This time, absolutely, you must pass the exam!

Song Shuhang thought to himself.

...

...

After twenty breaths...

The rumbling walls rose again.

This time, Song Shuhang grabbed the brush and dipped it ink. As soon as the white paper came out, Song Shuhang quickly started painting it on it.

The whole article "The Story of the Saint's Self-cultivation" was written down or drawn silently by him in a silence.

Four minutes and forty-two seconds.

Song Shuhang finally finished painting the last ancient rune.

"It's done! I've passed this damn infinite make-up test mode!" Song Shuhang put down his brush and laughed out loud.

Next, he will be able to leave this space when the exam time is over.

By the way, you can also get a third-grade "Religious Treasure" Fengshan pen. It is gratifying, and gratifying!

Once five minutes arrive, the wall lands again.

The majestic voice sounded again in his ear: "Those who have finished silhouette can leave this space and receive the third-grade Confucian treasure "Fengshan Pen". Those who have not succeeded in silhouette will start silence again after twenty breaths, and it will take five minutes."

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

But, something embarrassing happened - he was not sent out of the space.

"I have finished writing dictation, send me out quickly." Song Shuhang said again.

However, the majestic voice did not reply.

The whole space was quiet, with only the sound of Song Shuhang's breathing.

Song Shuhang: "..."

What's going on with Tema? Haven't I finished writing it in full? He quickly glanced at Su Wenqu's "test paper" next to him.

No omissions!

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

Could it be... when writing this "Sage's Fu Cultivation of Self-Cultivation", you still have to recite its meaning in your heart? However, the "test paper" written by Su Wenqu does not have its own translation function, and Song Shuhang said that he can't understand it!

what to do?

Do I need a new exam and continue to die?

After twenty breaths...

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

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

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

But when Song Shuhang lifted it hard... he found that the table was already heavy and he couldn't lift it.

This is embarrassing.

What to do now?

At this time, he was unable to contact the outside world. He had clearly finished "Sage's Self-Cultivation Fu", but he could not successfully escape from this space.

Could he really be trapped in this space forever?

"Or, was there something wrong when I was writing?" Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought.

Wait, after five minutes, he carefully looked at Su Wenqu’s ‘test paper’ again, carefully checked with the pattern of “Sage’s Self-cultivation” in his mind, and saw if he remembered any wrong strokes.

...

...

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

However, 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 Bai!" Song Shuhang shouted in surprise - this is another 'Senior Bai', who is also extremely charming and often appears in his dreams.

Although I don’t know the origin of this [Senior Bai], I can be sure that he is a very powerful existence. For the sake of convenience, I can call him [Senior Bai two].

In addition, when Senior Bai came out, Song Shuhang was sure again that he was not entering this infinite examination space with his body, but his consciousness was pulled in.

The black flying sword rotated around and turned into a white senior in black.

The black clothes he wore today were pajamas, which wrapped him in, revealing only his handsome face. [Senior Bai two] was sleeping?

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

"Hi, Senior Bai, we're meeting again." Song Shuhang waved.

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

"This time it's not a dream, but was involved in this strange examination space." Song Shuhang replied: "This examination space requires me to verbally write the ancient version of "The Story of the Sage's Self-cultivation" within five minutes. If I can't write it out, I won't let me go out. I have verbally written it several times."

Senior Bai two smiled: "Interesting space."

"It's not interesting at all, Senior Bai. In this space, you can't even lift the table. What's even more terrifying is that I have finished writing "The Story of the Self-cultivation of Saints", but I still don't let me out in this space. I wonder if he has appeared BUG!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth.

Senior Bai looked into the distance with two eyes. His eyes seemed to see through the blocked walls and directly saw the statue of Daozi, the 'Thirteen Tribulation Immortals under the Saint's Sect.

When seeing the statue of Daozi, Senior Bai sighed faintly.
To be continued...