Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 52: ?Young poetry is like a bright sword

Ten breaths passed quickly.

Inside the room, there was a dead silence.

After a long time, Fang Lang, who was curled up on the bed, slowly got up, dripping sweat all over his body.

He leaned against the bed board, stretched out his hand, and clenched it slightly, the sound of blood rushing faintly echoed.

A body training card is equivalent to a year of body training for a warrior. The pain of a year of body training is all compressed into ten breaths. Fang Lang still has lingering fears about that feeling.

However, the harvest is wonderful, the physical body becomes stronger, the meridians, blood and strength are all getting stronger.

This kind of strengthening will also be fed back to practice.

There was a smile on Fang Lang's face. After exercising, he had a lot of exercising insights.

This kind of perception is of great help to the results of martial arts subjects.

Among the three subjects of the martial arts test, kendo is Fang Lang's main subject, so it goes without saying that Fang Lang's current level of swordsmanship is a stable one.

Shu Dao has the previous twin-turbo reversing flying sword supercharging talisman, coupled with the deep or shallow practice communication with Xiao Wenzi, it has also improved his knowledge of Shu Dao a lot.

Only martial arts subjects are Fang Lang's shortcoming, but now, with the help of the body forging card, this shortcoming is gradually made up for!

The body training card squeezed from Liu Bubai's body is quite good.

Turning his head to look at the sky with fish belly white outside the window.

Fang Lang did not continue to practice, and lay down on the bed to take a nap to relieve the pressure of spiritual thoughts.

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For the next three days, Fang Lang was completely immersed in his practice.

Absorb spirit crystals at night, study strategy questions, demon language and so on during the day.

And under Fang Lang's diligent practice every day, only a few spirit crystals in the system's practice funds were absorbed by him.

After the main body training, Fang Lang's physical body has strengthened, and his tolerance to aura has become much higher, so the absorption time of aura is also longer.

In the past, he switched to the state of **** to absorb spiritual energy every day, and he might be close to the limit in two hours, and his physical body was overloaded to the limit.

However, now, he can persist for three hours or more.

The benefits of body training are revealed in this way.

Therefore, Fang Lang has become more and more obsessed with the exercise card. Although the exercise card is painful to use, the harvest is sweet and beautiful.

Therefore, Fang Lang followed Liu Bubai every day after class, and took him to the swordsmanship guidance bureau to squeeze out the exercise card.

It's a pity that Liu Bubai didn't come to the academy on the third day. He was preparing to hit the sword master realm at home. In three days, Fang Lang finally squeezed out only two body forging cards.

Fang Lang didn't plan to use the fragments of these two rushing cards immediately. He planned to use them in the "Yun Ling Pagoda" to maximize the absorption of aura.

However, Fang Lang did not forget Ni Wen. Under the rain and dew, he had a shallow exchange with Xiao Wenzi, and squeezed out three more fragments of the punch card.

As for the fragments of the rushing card, Fang Lang is not too little. After all, the fragments of the rushing card can offset the binding time, and the effect is excellent!

The three days passed slowly like sand between fingers.

The last entrance exam for this year's students of Luojiang Academy has begun.

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Luojiang City has gradually become tinged with autumn, and after one after another autumn rains, the autumn is getting stronger, and the temperature begins to drop like a landslide.

The sky is as blue as washing, not stained with dust.

Lazy sunlight shines on the lintel of the academy. Students in blue shirts are full of enthusiasm, stepping over the threshold of the ancient academy, stepping into the courtyard, and gathering towards the martial arts field.

The green shirt is like a leaf, and the spirit is flying.

There are three thousand students in the academy, and everyone is full of energy and has expectations for practice.

In the martial arts arena, the students are distributed in a square formation between the study building and the floors.

Fang Lang stood still in the phalanx of the seventh book building, chatting and laughing with Ni Wen, which caused many students around him to look sideways. Fang Lang nodded and responded to Fang Lang's words from time to time.

On the high platform of the main seat, Dean Cui hunched his back, a strand of frost-stained white beard blowing in the wind.

With a kind face on his face, he looked at the bustling students in the martial arts arena with a smile.

Three years and three years later, the faces of the students have changed one after another.

For Dean Cui, three years is like a reincarnation.

After these students leave, there will be a new group of immature students who will set foot in the academy and walk on the road of practice.

But isn't this the original intention of their academy to teach and educate people?

Dean Cui coughed lightly, and the students immediately fell silent.

The old man's speech was very simple, but it was full of encouragement to the students. He also didn't say too much, and didn't want to waste the students' time too much.

The simplest and most effective way to motivate and mobilize is to display the "Yun Ling Pagoda".

Dean Cui lightly tapped his finger like a withered old yellow root, and there was a faint spiritual flow between the sky and the earth. Under the shocked and excited eyes of many students, the sky above the academy seemed to be wiped of dust and opened. At the corner of the screen, a radiant nine-story pagoda suspended in it was revealed!

It's just that the air mechanism leaked from the pagoda is full of aura.

The Yunling Pagoda has really been applied for!

The students were extremely excited and their fighting spirit was high.

Even Fang Lang's eyes were bright and he looked forward to it.

After mobilization.

The next step is for the college teachers to randomly distribute test stickers to the students on the floors they teach.

The examination post records the examination room information of which building, which floor and where the students are located.

Fang Lang took the exam sticker from Professor Wen.

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang with a half-smile, but didn't say anything encouraging.

In fact, he was looking forward to Fang Lang's performance. After all, Fang Lang's actions, whether he was in the sword competition or killing Lin Yun in the Jiaofang Division, would shock him.

I don't know if this last college exam will make it into the top ten of the college's gold list.

That's right, the top ten on the gold list... is Wen Ting's biggest expectation for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang smiled warmly at Professor Wen, and glanced at the examination room information in his examination post.

The third book building, the second floor, eighteen people.

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"When——"

On the bell tower of the academy, the teacher who kept the bell rang the bell.

The students on the martial arts arena immediately scattered, like fish being scattered by the current, and each went towards the position marked in the test post.

Fang Lang came to the third book building, at the entrance of the book building, Wen Jiaoxi was standing there, checking the test stickers. Coincidentally, Wen Jiaoxi was in charge of Fang Lang's examination room.

Fang Lang handed over the exam stickers, Wen Jiaoxi's spiritual thoughts fluctuated, glanced at it, and said lightly: "Go in, find your own seat and sit down, don't make noise, don't look left and right, and wait for the college exam to start."

"Here."

Fang Lang nodded, put away the exam stickers, and stepped into the study building.

A college student was sitting in danger. Although this time was a college exam, not a real scientific exam, the atmosphere was equally grim.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Professor Wen scanned all the students and said, "The college entrance examination lasts for two days. Today is the literary examination. There are three subjects: Poetry and Fu, Policy Questions, and Demon Language."

"Today's first session, Poetry and Fu, write a poem or a fu, and the time is one hour."

Warm education and practice.

Then, roll paper distribution began.

During the process of distributing the paper rolls, some candidates closed their eyes and breathed out, some frowned and rubbed their ink, with different expressions.

In the past three years, the students of the academy have gone through more than ten exams, big and small, but they are about to face an exam that will change the trajectory of their lives, and they still can't calm down.

Fang Lang was also a little excited, and he closed his eyes and let out a breath slowly.

As the fragrance of paper wafted, Wen Jiaoxi placed the rolled paper in front of him.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, looked directly at the paper, and began to grade the paper.

Fang Lang has always been good at the literary test. After all, as a time traveler, he is not good enough, so he still has a bit of background in the literary test.

And next, since he decided to make his mark, Fang Lang no longer hides.

His eyes fell on the rolled paper, scanning the exam questions.

"One hundred and ninety-eighth year of the Tang Dynasty ~IndoMTL.com~ The Tang Emperor led his army to march, climbed to the Tianyue Mountain of Xilu, stepped on the Xilu Demon Tower, killed countless demons, overlooked the two worlds, and swallowed the world with pride; please Take this as the title and write a poem."

After Fang Lang finished reading the topic, he closed his eyes slightly and meditated, gently grinding the ink, and the fragrance of ink lingered in his mouth and nose.

East Lu, Tianyue Mountain... Tang Huang looks at Tianyue?

After a while, the corner of Fang Lang's mouth twitched.

Langmo absorbs the ink, then rolls up his sleeves and writes on the rolled paper.

Starting sentence:

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young..."

Fang Lang deliberately chose a chic and elegant font, and splashed thick ink on the roll paper.

Count crosses eloquently.

Finally, the strokes of the pen paused, and the sentence was finished gracefully.

"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."

After Fang Lang finished writing, he put down his pen and looked around. The students were still thinking about how to write poems.

And Fang Lang had already stood up and handed in the roll of paper.

As soon as he sat down, Professor Wen raised his eyebrows while the futon under him was still warm, so fast? Is this kid writing poetry?

Wen Jiaoxi took a sip of wolfberry tea, dusted Fang Lang's roll, and glanced at the verses on the roll.

The next moment, he made a "poof" and couldn't help spouting tea.

Fuck!

Have you hidden your poetry level before?

How much is this kid hiding? !

Finished reading a poem silently.

Poetry is like a bright sword, swallowing mountains and rivers with vigor!

Professor Wen raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

I suddenly saw that young man in green shirt, like a three-inch sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

This day.

The young man shines his sword.

The hem of the clothes is flying, bohemian.

PS: There are not many plots for writing poems, and practice is the main thing. In addition, today's three provinces: Vote, collect, and reward~