However, when Song Shuhang turned his head, he saw Senior White Two holding her chin and looking at his writing curiously, "What did you write? Is this the new human language? "
Song Shuhang: "..."
This was really embarrassing. This Senior White Two actually didn't know simplified Chinese characters?
Song Shuhang put down the brush gloomily. If the other party couldn't understand it, then there was no point in writing it.
Moreover, he had tried it before. In this space of consciousness, he couldn't even use the 'secret voice transmission'. It was probably to prevent the 'candidates' from using voice transmission to cheat.
"Hehe, have you given up?" Senior White Two floated in the air and laughed proudly.
Song Shuhang rolled his eyes.
It was better to rely on oneself than on others. He rubbed his eyes and got ready.
Five minutes passed quickly. The wall surrounding Song Shuhang descended again.
The dignified voice in the space repeated the lines it had said before.
Song Shuhang immediately turned his head and stared at Su Wenqu's test paper. He compared the answers on the test paper with the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 in his memory.
Damn it!
Song Shuhang grabbed the table again and wanted to flip it over — but it was useless. He still couldn't flip the table.
There was no mistake, there was no mistake. With his strong memory, he had memorized the entire 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 written by Su Wenqu without missing a single stroke.
Even the strokes of some of the characters were wavy lines. He even copied down the wavy lines without missing a single word.
In other words, the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 he wrote during the test was exactly the same as Su Wenqu's. Why couldn't he pass it?
Did he really have to recite the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 in his mind while writing it down? But he didn't understand the characters at all. How could he write it down from memory?
He faintly sighed.
Twenty breaths of time passed quickly.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble!" The wall rose once again, blocking Song Shuhang's line of sight.
Song Shuhang looked at Senior White Two, who was floating in the air. At this time … Senior White Two was lying on her side, seemingly in dreamland, sleeping soundly.
Song Shuhang poked Senior White Two with his pen.
Senior White Two opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion.
Song Shuhang pointed at his mouth and asked to be released.
"As long as you swear to never say that line again, I'll release you." Senior White Two yawned and said lazily.
Song Shuhang nodded vigorously.
Senior White Two pointed her finger, and Song Shuhang's' mute state 'was removed.
"Senior White Two, let's trade!" Song Shuhang said.
"Hehe." Senior White Two smiled proudly, but she suddenly thought of something. "What's a Senior White Rabbit?"
"…" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. "I just bit my tongue, Senior White Two, please don't mind."
Senior White Two nodded with a faint smile.
"Senior White Two, I can tell you some information about the Modern Realm. Hmm, I can answer two questions. Please help me pass this exam. "Song Shuhang sighed.
He couldn't do anything with his own methods, so he could only ask Senior White Two to help.
"Alright, two questions. Deal." Senior White Two stretched his body and sat up. "In that case, the first question … is the Heavenly City already finished?"
Song Shuhang thought this Senior White Two would directly ask about the 'Venerable White'. He didn't expect Senior White Two to ask about the Heavenly Court.
Luckily, he had some understanding of the Heavenly Court.
"Yes, the Heavenly Court is already finished." Song Shuhang nodded.
"As expected … really, it's finished too quickly." Senior White Two murmured. After a while, he asked again, "The second question. Hmm, your level is a bit low, so I don't know if you know. Is there a problem with the 'Heavenly … Dao'? "
When she mentioned the word 'Heavenly Dao', Senior White Two paused for a moment and used a 'silent' method to add a lot of meaningless words in the middle of the word 'Heavenly Dao'. This was to prevent others from sensing it.
"I don't know." Song Shuhang shook his head. He was just a little cultivator of the Third Stage. How could he know such a profound principle?
"Really, then I'll ask you this next time we trade." Senior White Two sighed and asked again, "Then let's change the question. You've already passed the Heavenly Tribulation of the Second Stage, right? When you passed the tribulation, how many waves did Tianlei have? "
This Senior White Two's train of thought was too jumpy.
"Eleven waves." Song Shuhang answered honestly. This wasn't a big problem.
Senior White Two rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
Then, he said, "Alright, the trade is done. Write down the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 from memory. I'll watch from the side. "
"There's not much time left. How about we wait for the next wave?" Song Shuhang suggested.
Senior White Two said, "No need. Write it down first. I'll see if there are any problems."
Song Shuhang nodded his head and started to quickly write on the paper.
According to his memory, he wrote down the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 that Su Wenqu gave him.
Just as he was writing, Senior White Two, who was standing behind him, suddenly pointed at the '~' character he had drawn, and said, "This character is wrong. This is a 'horizontal' character. Why did you write it as a wavy line?"
"Huh?" Song Shuhang blinked his eyes. Horizontal line?
What the hell, horizontal line? In his memory, this character that Su Wenqu wrote was a curved wavy '~'!
Since Song Shuhang was worried that he would make a mistake, he even copied down the wavy lines and the wavy lines without missing a single stroke.
He didn't expect that the wrong place would be here!
At this moment, Song Shuhang finally understood the sorrow of being illiterate … Not being able to read was too sad.
"This should be the writing habit of the writer of the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 next to you. Or maybe he was practicing some kind of calligraphy, so when he wrote, he couldn't help but bring in some calligraphy habits." Senior White Two guessed, "When he wrote, it was correct. But when you copied his strokes, this horizontal 'wavy' arc was too big and too obvious, so it was wrong. "
Song Shuhang orz
"Besides these wavy horizontal lines, there are a few other similar mistakes." Senior White Two explained.
At this moment, Song Shuhang wanted to die.
Brother Su, you can't cheat people like this!
"Forget it. Give me the brush. I know this 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》. Let me write it down, and then you can memorize it. "Senior White Two stretched out her hand and took the brush from Song Shuhang's hand.
His slender fingers held the brush, and his posture was elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Then, Senior White Two quickly wrote. In just ten seconds, the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 appeared on Song Shuhang's paper.
"Okay, memorize it again." Senior White Two said.
Song Shuhang nodded his head and used the remaining time to memorize the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 again.
Speaking of which, Senior White Two had already written everything on the paper. Would he be able to pass the test after five minutes? Song Shuhang thought.
Another five minutes later …
The wall descended.
In the space, the majestic voice sounded again. It was still the same sentence, 'If you pass, you can leave. If you fail, you will take the test again in twenty breaths' time. '
Song Shuhang tried to call out, "Please send me out!"
But … there was no response.
Obviously, Senior White Two's cheating behavior of writing 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 for him could not be recognized by the space.
"What a rigid space." Song Shuhang gritted his teeth.
Just like this, he waited for another twenty breaths' time.
At this time, Senior White Two had already returned to his sleeping bag and was sleeping soundly.
And Song Shuhang picked up the brush again and started to write a new 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》.
After three minutes, Song Shuhang heaved a sigh of relief and put down the brush in his hand.
This time, it should be fine, right?
The moment he put down the brush, he felt a kind of 'enlightenment'.
The content of the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 that he wrote on the white paper had been integrated into his mind and turned into the 'simplified characters' that he could understand.
Could it be that as long as he wrote it down correctly, it would have a 'translation effect'?
While he was in doubt, Song Shuhang felt his mental energy condense — his huge mental energy seemed to have become easier to control and more condensed.
Is this the effect of the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 on the body? It was the same as a 'meditation technique', but it had an indescribable effect.
After the change in his mental power, the seal on him was lifted.
Song Shuhang had a feeling that he would be able to leave this space with but a thought.
So that's how it was … only after one's mental energy underwent a transformation after going through the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 would one be able to meet the requirements of this mysterious space.
"Senior White, we succeeded!" Song Shuhang said happily.
Senior White Two muttered, "Yes," Senior White Two replied.
"Senior White, in that case, I'll leave this space first. The other Senior White is still waiting for me, "Song Shuhang said happily.
"Yes, goodbye." Senior White Two waved her hand.
Song Shuhang smiled and muttered the word 'leave' in his mind. In the next moment, he finally escaped from this damned 'infinite make-up test space'.
After Song Shuhang's figure disappeared, Senior White Two silently looked at the statue of Daozi in the distance.
"One of the thirteen Tribulation Transcenders of the Sage, Daozi," Senior White Two said in a soft voice.
The statue in the distance flickered, seemingly responding to Senior White Two.
"In other words, the other 'Senior White' that young man Song Shuhang mentioned is in the territory of the scholarly faction?" Senior White Two said in a soft voice.
…
…
Song Shuhang's consciousness returned.
He discovered that he was lying on the bed, and an exquisite writing brush had unknowingly appeared in his hand.
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