After amnesia, I fell in love with my old enemy

The fireworks flew out of the flat ground that was assessed in the winter test.

If you want to say what happened here, I'm afraid even the examiners don't know.

In the beginning, they finished the ancient lectures where the elders looked like old women bound their feet, and finally they were about to start the first assessment, because everyone knew that the exam questions for this year’s winter exam had been leaked, and the teaching elders changed the questions, many of them were based on the previous winter exam questions. Those who have practiced for two years are uneasy.

Min Ji maintained his mentality very well. On the one hand, this upright boy never crams his feet temporarily, and never relaxes in his practice; on the other hand...his martial arts roots are indeed very poor.

If He Hezhen hadn't added a written test in addition to touching the bones when selecting candidates, Min Ji's roots would never have earned the qualification to participate in the winter test.

Min Ji's foundation was so poor that no matter what assessment questions the elders of Qingcheng gave, it was useless. Therefore, among a group of frizzy teenagers and girls, he actually attracted the attention of many elders with his indifferent attitude.

"Hey," an elder sighed, "This year's winter exams seem to be much worse than those two years ago."

"That's right," another elder responded, "It's not required that they are all geniuses like the head of the sect, but even few of them are good at demeanor and appearance, and it's not good to keep quiet and listen to others, it's really... "

In the crowd, Gong Rou's ears twitched, and she said to her third senior brother: "I returned to Hongjing's enshrining house in a daze, why no matter where, the elders speak like one person."

Min Ji stood with them consciously and strangely, and was surprised when he heard this: "Are you two people from Hongjing?"

"Not counting." Gong Rou likes this steamed bun-like seventh junior brother very much, and always answers every question, "I'm from Taofu, but I'm just studying in Hongjing, but your third senior brother is a native of Hongjing."

"..." Min Ji decided to ignore the girl's incomprehensible words and asked, "Since you are studying in Hongjing, why did you come to Qingcheng again?"

"Because there are many scary big monsters in Hongjing," Gong Rou made a face, "in order not to be eaten by monsters, we can only come to Qingcheng."

"Shut up," Li Lecheng said, "The assessment has begun."

On the boulder, the elder who practiced the lion's roar has already spoken out the topic of the first exam.

Danqing.

It turned out to be Danqing.

Quite a number of examinees who had been lucky in secret, recited moves silently in their hearts, and were about to stumble and almost fell down when they were ready for the competition, and more people looked around in a daze, or anxiously exchanged opinions with their companions.

They have never learned the art of painting.

Only rich and noble families with money and time will let their younger generations learn Danqing. Of course, ordinary people's families will not learn this.

Most of the people in Dayan know how to read and write in order to practice martial arts, but it is useless to learn Danqing. Better paint is more expensive than ink, and it wastes paper. Those who are good at Danqing can draw paintings handed down from generation to generation. That talent can only be reduced to painting erotic pictures in unknown bookstores, and even food and clothing cannot be guaranteed.

For a while, wailing was everywhere on the flat ground, and many examinees directly asked if they could change the exam question.But the disciples from the outer sect of Qingcheng had already led them to the table prepared. The futons were laid out, the rice paper was laid out, and the brushes, inkstones and inkstones were placed aside, waiting for the examiners to write.

Anyway, the elders re-asked the question really well, no one really could cheat this time.

Min Ji had never studied Danqing either. He sat down on the futon and began to grind ink stiffly. Gong Rou and Li Lecheng sat with him. Seeing how nervous he was, she quickly comforted him: "Relax, it doesn't matter if we haven't passed the exam. .”

Hearing this, Min Ji gave them a hard look.

Who and you are us!

Gong Rou was baffled, didn't they come to the winter test to pretend to find their master?How can you really worship under the gate of Qingcheng?Master became angry, breaking a human leg is not enough, but kneeling and breaking a human leg is certain.

Gong Rou turned her head silently, and said to her third senior brother, "Did we make a mistake?"

Li Lecheng: "Fourth brother, you just found out?"

"What?!" Gong Rou was shocked. She asked casually, but she didn't expect to hear such an answer. Just when she was about to ask, the disciple from the Qingcheng Outer Sect who was in charge of the examination rang a bell, which was thick and long The sound of the bell drowned out the whispers between the examiners and restored silence on the flat ground.

After seeing all the examiners sitting at the table, the elder practicing the lion's roar opened his mouth again.

"After a stick of incense, Elder Ma Caiyi will perform a set of Qingcheng's true swordsmanship on stage. From the beginning of Elder Ma's performance until the end of his performance, you can choose any move of Elder Ma and draw it on paper. How detailed is the request, like this——” The elder held up a piece of paper, on which was a human figure composed of circles and strips, “—this appearance is also possible.”

Then what else do you take Danqing for?Many examinees express their opinions with their eyes.

"Today's assessment is said to be Danqing, not Danqing," said the elder, "Do you know that masters of swordsmanship are lucky to write, and there will be sword intent staying in the handwriting with the brush? The same is true for painting. Don't ask about knowledge, don't compare martial arts, but to see how your comprehension is, and whether you can capture the true meaning of Elder Ma's swordsmanship with your pen!"

The examinees who heard what he said turned pale, feeling that the difficulty of the seemingly simple exam soared countless times in an instant.

When the elder raised his head to judge the sky, he stood with the armrests and said, "It's time to start."

The disciples of Qingcheng rang the big bell again, and the deafening "哐——" sound spread all over the peak. Elder Ma Caiyi jumped onto the stage. Elder Huayi instantly made an old urchin greasy.

When he came up, he cupped his hands with a smile. The examinees thought that he would talk nonsense like the elder before, and all yawned.

Ma Caiyi smiled and said nothing, and suddenly drew his sword backhand.

Clang——

With a flash of silver light, Elder Ma swam around like a live snake, and his sword was as fast as lightning. The examinees below who were only beginners widened their eyes, but still couldn't keep up with his sword shadow.I just felt a silver light flashing in front of my eyes, as if someone had punched me hard on the head, I was dizzy, and there were a string of gold stars in my eyes.

How can this be called a pen?

But the examiners had to stop writing, because the elder said before that they had to stop writing after Elder Ma Caiyi performed a set of sword skills.And how long does it take to practice a set of swordsmanship?Those who practice the soft sword may be able to fight for half an hour, and if they are faster, the practice will be over in an instant.

Unable to think about it at all, many examinees wrote in a hurry.

Min Ji was also in a hurry. His seat was a little far from the front desk, and he could only see the sword light flashing randomly. He didn't know what to draw while holding the pen. Very dazed.

what to do?He was distracted thinking, if he didn't get into Qingcheng, he wouldn't even have a place to go back.

A new teacher Zhu has probably arrived in Hehe Town. His former master has died of old age, otherwise he would not be allowed to be a teacher with poor academic skills, or he will follow his husband and become a teacher Zhu on Qingcheng Mountain?

This seemed to be an easy way out, Min Ji felt a little more at ease, and a word suddenly rang in his ears.

"You don't want to win, what kind of sword do you use!"

Min Ji gripped the pen tightly.

...He didn't come to Qingcheng to be a teacher, he obviously wanted to come to Qingcheng to learn swordsmanship!

The continuous silver sword light on the stage seemed to form a familiar pattern in Min Ji's eyes.

There was a force that drove him to write, and he walked around like he had painted thousands of times, drawing the patterns he saw without thinking.

When the pen was lifted from the paper, he escaped from some kind of mysterious and mysterious realm, and the sweat dripped down his chin on the paper, fainting a light gray color.

Min-ji looks down at what the hell he's drawn, then falls silent.

It is indeed the pen walking youlong who has drawn thousands of times, damn it...he drew a syllable on the paper!

Min Ji subconsciously wanted to destroy the paper, planning to redraw it.

A familiar hand pulled the paper away from his desk.

Min Ji looked up and was horrified to find his husband standing beside him.

Che Shanxue has been here for a while, after all, as a patient, he has nothing to do in the temple, so he has to go out and use himself as bait to fish.He concluded that the winter exam examination room must be where everyone's eyes are, so he wandered around again, looking for his breath, and touched Min Ji's side, wanting to see how he was doing in the exam.

Che Shanxue couldn't see the pattern on the paper, but when his fingertips touched the wet ink, he could feel a faint sword intent struggling towards him.

"Not bad." Che Shanxue said happily.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he woke up the fourth apprentice who was reading next to him and the third apprentice who was in a daze.

Before, I just glanced across the crowd, but when I turned my head, Che Shanxue disappeared. When I looked up now, I found that Master was standing beside me. Tears welled up in the eyes of both troublemakers and nerds. They reached out and grabbed Che Shanxue's sleeve. They said in unison: "Master!"

"Hey—hey?" Che Shanxue was at a loss, "Who are you?"

Li Lecheng: ...

Gong Rou: ……………

"Huh--?!!"

***

"What's the fuss over there?" Some elders heard the screams of Li Lecheng and Gong Rou, and looked for their voices dissatisfied.

His line of sight happened to ignore the blank examination paper beside him.

If you look carefully, the elders may find that this examiner has a mature face, not like the thirteen to seventeen age stipulated by Qingcheng.

Among the candidates who came to take part in the winter exam today, there are quite a few people with such mature faces.

When Qingcheng was registering a few days ago, he had already checked the bone age of this year's batch of candidates, and none of them were over-aged.The appearance of every examinee who went up the mountain today is the same as when he was registered, and the appearance description in the recommendation written by the official of the place of household registration is also the same.Qingcheng's outer disciples didn't find anything wrong, they just felt that there were quite a few older examinees this year, so they didn't notice anything unusual.

The elder turned around and walked in the direction of Che Shanxue and the others. After taking a few steps, he suddenly heard a strange clicking sound.

He turned around, and saw nearly a hundred examiners standing up from their positions, and a wooden dummy-like mechanism was standing with them.

Kacha Kacha Kacha Kacha, the machine spring rotated, the bowstring was tightened, and hundreds of faint blue arrows emerged from each wooden dummy, aiming at all directions.

"Wooden man cannon from Wuyi Tower?" The elder who knows the goods turned pale with shock, "How did you bring it up?!"

"Hehehehe..." A Kaozi who stood up sneered. Instead of answering the elder's startled question, he put his hand on the switch of the dummy cannon.

The next moment these people roared in unison.

"Revenge for the Great Master! Go to hell!!!"