In the afternoon, Wei Changji and Zhang Mo were both reading in the library. He saw that Zhang Mo was still holding the Jade Pure Scripture, so he reminded him.
"Zhang Mo, the half-year assessment is next month. You'd better not waste time on these profound scriptures. Quick books are the top priority."
There was confidence in his tone, and he seemed to be fully prepared for the upcoming assessment.
"I can now write a sutra stably, and using two writing methods, the effects are different." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, showing a proud smile.
Zhang Mo raised his head and responded softly: "It's just a half-year assessment. Even if you fail, there is no big punishment, so there is nothing to worry about."
Wei Changji frowned: "Why are you bothering? Aren't you afraid of falling behind others and being laughed at?"
Zhang Mo shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Chang Ji, the assessment is important, but for me, laying a good foundation is more important. I am laying the foundation now."
Wei Changji thought for a while and then said, "Then be careful. If you fail the exam, you will definitely be scolded."
Zhang Mo smiled slightly: "I'm very thick-skinned, so I'm not afraid."
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Scripture Courtyard.
The early morning sunshine shines through the layers of clouds and mist on this ancient courtyard. At this moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was in sharp contrast to the tranquil scene - tension and expectation permeated every corner.
The half-year assessment begins.
Tian Wen, a middle-aged master, had a serious face and piercing eyes. His eyes swept over every student, as if he could see into everyone's heart. Today, he is the examiner of this assessment, responsible for testing the students' writing results of scriptures and tactics.
"For this assessment, as long as it is written down and effective, it does not require combat effectiveness."
"Wei Changji! You are the first to come." Tian Wen's voice echoed in the other courtyard, breaking the morning silence.
Wei Changji walked to the center of the vast examination room with great ambition. His steady shoulders were shaking slightly at this moment, revealing the tension and anxiety in his heart.
He took a deep breath of cool air, trying to use this natural freshness to calm his surging emotions. Silently reciting all the key points in the book, he began to gather his energy, pointed out his right index finger, and moved across the void lightly and powerfully, writing 'wind' stroke by stroke.
However, perhaps due to nervousness, the energy that should have been stable trembled in mid-air, causing the word "wind" to become only half-formed before turning into a weak breeze and dissipating.
Wei Changji's face turned pale. He closed his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and secretly adjusted his breathing in his mind to calm down the waves caused by his mistake.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision became firm, and his energy burst out again. This time, he wrote the word "wind" slowly and forcefully.
As soon as the words were completed, a warm breeze came out and blew through every corner, even making some people present unconsciously smile comfortably.
The tense atmosphere in the examination room eased slightly in the breeze. Wei Changji's success not only brought a bit of relief to himself, but also brought a bit of encouragement to the candidates behind him.
The first one was successful, and Wei Changji's second word "rain" became much smoother.
As soon as the words were completed, a faint drizzle fell one after another, and he passed the examination smoothly.
"Next, Qiao Yu."
Qiao Yu stepped forward slowly, her face a little pale, and she was obviously still a little nervous. Her petite figure looks particularly beautiful in the vast examination room, like a newly blossomed lotus, waiting for the baptism of wind and rain.
Looking around, Qiao Yu felt eyes from all directions. She took a deep breath, as if to exclude all the noise around her. Then, she put her left hand on her back, pointed the fingertips of her right hand steadily, and began to write with vitality.
"Light"
She spoke softly in her mouth, but was firm in her heart. The vitality jumps at the fingertips, turning into dots of starlight, gradually connecting into lines.
Every stroke she makes embodies her understanding and belief in the scriptures, and every stroke is fused with her inner light.
As the last stroke fell, the word "light" she wrote shone in the air, dazzling, and the entire examination room was illuminated by this sudden brightness.
"Yes, Qiao Yu, your word 'light' already has its own style." Teacher Tian Wen's voice broke the silence in the venue, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Qiao Yu nodded slightly, with a smile on her lips.
Her mood is like the word "light" she wrote, bright and peaceful. The students around him were also talking a lot, commenting on Qiao Yu's performance in this assessment. Some were envious and some admired.
After Qiao Yu stepped back, a student couldn't help but asked her in a low voice: "How did you do it? The light is so bright..."
She smiled slightly and replied: "If you have light in your heart, your fingertips can naturally draw sunshine."
Immediately afterwards, Miao Zhuang, Song Kan, Tang Ren, and others came to the stage to write one after another. Some were able to write one, and some barely wrote two.
"Next, Zhang Mo."
Situ Shuai sneered and said, "It looks like something is going to happen."
Zhang Mo's steps seemed a bit heavy. He hardly practiced writing scriptures, nor did he specifically understand some words and how to write them. Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and tried several times in succession, but failed. He had no choice but to step down.
Wen Qian and Shui Zishu did not join in the ridicule. Their eyes were complicated, as if they saw something in Zhang Mo that they had ignored.
Tian Wen shook his head and sighed. He could tell at a glance that Zhang Mo's foundation was relatively poor. He was the only one who was at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, while the others were at the ninth level.
Wen Qian, Shui Zishu and Hou Cang also passed the assessment one after another. Their writing of scriptures and tactics was quite stable, showing their strength.
However, today's protagonist is destined to be Situ Shuai.
Situ Shuai walked up to the front desk handsomely. He took a deep breath, his energy exploded, and suddenly his hands came out, and they actually wrote at the same time!
Everyone was shocked!
This is the first student today to write two characters at the same time, and he is a concurrent student!
His left hand steadily sketched the word "fire", and every stroke seemed to contain the heat of lava;
The right hand is drawing 'Thunder' lightly, and every stroke has the effect of thunder and lightning.
Under the control of Situ Shuai, the two forces are both independent and complement each other, which makes people awe-inspiring.
As the words came into being, thunder and fire rolled around him, constantly merging, forming a strange effect of thunder and fire.
Teacher Tian Wen stood aside, with a hint of approval in his eyes, "This young man is indeed a rare talent in recent years."
Among the other students, some had bright eyes and some clenched their hands. Situ Shuai indeed caused quite a stir in everyone.
Miao Zhuang couldn't help but muttered: "Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved."
Song Kan praised softly: "We are both fire and thunder, but his control is infinitely more precise than mine."
Qiao Yu said: "Genius, although he is proud, he does have the capital to be proud."
The atmosphere in the lecture hall was pushed to its peak. For a moment, all the discussions were immersed in admiration for Situ Shuai's ability.
But in the midst of this enthusiasm, Wen Qian's eyes fell on Zhang Mo. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if she had a different view of this silent man.
"It seems you admire him very much?" Shui Zishu approached Wen Qian and asked softly.
Wen Qian smiled slightly and shook her head: "Appreciation is out of the question. What I look forward to more is the unknown. For example, what kind of things Zhang Mo will bring us in the future, whether it will be a surprise, a fright, or an ordinary loneliness."
After all the students had finished the exam, Zhang Mo was stopped.
"Zhang Mo!" His tone was stern, "If you still do this in the end-of-year assessment, you know what kind of hard labor is waiting for you!"
"I know, teacher." Zhang Mo's voice was calm, but revealed an imperceptible firmness.
"The exam at the end of the year is, 6 first-class students, 4 B-class students, and those below B-class are punished with hard labor. Now you have none!" Tian Wen sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his words.
"I will work hard."
