Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 396: Watching the Tianhe Books in One Night (9)
The old man was silent.

Because, he agrees.

It's not contempt, but respect for the way of martial arts.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain suddenly.

Those rain threads were pulled apart like spider webs, and then densely covered the whole world.

The people next to him have already started to get umbrellas.

People start to make noise, start to back off, start to make noise.

However, there are only two places in the whole world that are silent.

One is Song Wanzhi.

The rain fell on her, but she felt nothing.

One is Su Mengchen.

He stood there, his eyes were only on Song Wanzhi from the beginning to the end, with a smile on his lips.

There is an umbrella next to him.

However, he does not open it.

Just standing in the rain with her.

Time stubbornly and slowly flowed.

Raindrops are accumulated on the flowers and trees, and then crystal clear condenses at one point, half transparent and half dark under the light, hanging idly, and when the wind blows, they "chuck" and slide down the branches.

With a "da", it landed on the page.

Fortunately, this book has not been invaded by wind and rain.

Spring rain is like oil, and spring rain is like needles.

Song Wanzhi's hair was stained with water, her eyelashes were stained with water, and her fingers were stained with water.

Thus, the second half of the night disappeared in the intermittent sound of rain.

Until, the rain stopped, and then, a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds.

Its daybreak.

night passed.

Song Wanzhi's eyes finally scanned the last page, then, she raised her head, looked at everyone in front of her, and said slowly: "Okay."

All right?

That's all right? !
Everyone can no longer describe the astonishment at this moment in words.

However, no one could argue that Song Wanzhi had indeed finished reading the book.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, this young girl has indeed read through all the books under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He Guichen looked at her, and said, "If that's the case, then let's start."

He said, "Miss Wan, please."

Song Wanzhi nodded slightly, then followed behind him.

Everyone followed behind him.

The place we arrived at was a tablet without words in Tianhe Academy.

He Guichen said: "This is the wordless stele of Tianhe Academy. Every seven pieces are in groups, and each wordless stele can be written with one word, and these words are the essence of Chen Guowu's classics. You and Mr. Zhou at the same time Write on it, after writing, the wordless stele will naturally reflect, and at that time, all the results will be obvious to all.”

He smiled.

Countless pairs of eyes here will see how you failed miserably.

An old man walked out next to him, his hair was all white, and everyone knew that this was the master who had comprehended the classics of martial arts for hundreds of years.

Holding a large pen, he walked to a group of inscribed steles.

Someone handed Song Wanzhi a pen.

Song Wanzhi took it and thanked her.

Then, the two wrote on the wordless stele at the same time.

Song Wanzhi writes very slowly, he pauses after writing.

However, the master wrote quickly and with confidence.

The master's brushstrokes passed by, and the golden light on the wordless stele shone a little bit. Everyone knew that from this aspect alone, this master was worthy of being a master.

Song Wanzhi's expression was slightly solemn.

The nib is sticky.

A book I read last night slid across my eyes, and those scriptures flashed before my eyes.

(End of this chapter)