Comprehension is against the heavens: the method of condensing the innate divine fetus in the womb

"Martial arts and chivalry?".

"Still writing poetry?".

"The problem is that I'm illiterate. "

Fang Han was a little numb.

Although he could already understand the language after crossing over.

But the text has never been seen before.

No matter how rebellious his understanding is, it is impossible for him to imagine the words of this world out of thin air.

Suddenly.

It's a bit of a dilemma.

I looked left and right.

only to find that these babies are more tightly hidden than the other.

I can't wait to be in front of the table.

It's not visible at all.

And my sister sat behind her.

I can't look back blatantly in front of everyone.

"It's difficult. "

"My sister also said that he was copied from him, and a large group of masters were staring at him in the sky. "

"It's like a thief, how can you copy it. "

He simply didn't rush to write.

The brush in his hand was lost.

Instead, he looked around.

Look at the reactions of the other young children.

After looking at it for a while, he could see the gap.

Lin Miaomiao, Fang Yuan, Relic Seed, Yu Qingming and several others, the talent cultivation among the young sons is the highest.

At this time, the progress is the fastest, and the pen is written hard, and the pen is almost without pause.

Moreover, all of them have extremely confident looks on their faces.

Obviously, I am very confident in my work.

And after them, there were twenty or thirty young sons who were slightly less talented.

Their progress is not slow.

However, it is just a matter of resting and stopping, and after a while of writing, you have to stop and ponder the words.

Other than that, the rest.

Basically, they all sat there scratching their ears and cheeks, with red faces and red ears.

Grab a pen and write and draw on the paper, I don't know what to do.

There are also young sons, gnawing on the pen and thinking hard.

As a result, I was too nervous, but I gnawed back and ate a mouthful of ink.

But I didn't realize it, the ink was mixed with saliva and ticking.

The paper underneath was pasted.

"It seems that these young sons who came this time have the greatest potential in the future, that is, Lin Miaomiao, and they have left a few of them. "

"Others, I'm afraid it won't be long before a huge gap is opened. "

Since then, he has no qualifications to be an equal. "

Fang Han sighed in his heart.

The path of cultivation is so cruel.

The slightest gap will be elongated by time.

Eventually, it became a huge moat.

Don't look at the fact that many young sons are in the samurai realm now, it seems that there is not much difference.

But it won't take ten years.

It is very likely that a gap in the realm has been opened.

If there is no self and my sister, these two variables will be born.

In this Four Arts Conference, they are the most shining stars.

Spectator seats.

Look at the state of the young children below.

The guests also have their own joys and sorrows.

Such as the Golden Yang Holy King, Yu Feifan, the Beast God Mountain Purple Creatures and others.

Naturally, Zhizhu is in hand, and he looks light.

The youngest son of their people began to be able to speak.

He began to practice hard.

Temper the body, read and write, and arrange a full boarding.

This time, the question is a bit difficult.

But they are confident that their young son can write perfect answers.

The candle burned quickly.

After a while.

It's already burned in half.

And at this very moment.

Fang Wan's immature little face showed a very arrogant look.

"It's so simple. "

"Call it a day!".

She put the pen in her hand.

Pulled a beautiful pen flower.

It was the first to be written.

Her movements are dashing.

The residual ink on the pen directly shook Fang Yuan's face on her left.

Fang Yuan also wrote about the subtleties.

I am full of ambition and high spirits.

Suddenly, he was thrown with ink.

Immediately angry, he turned his head and glared at her.

"Damn, you did it on purpose!".

He asked softly.

Fang Wan didn't even look at him.

The brush in his hand was lost.

Almost hit Fang Yuan's head.

Ignoring his fire-spitting gaze.

Then, the probe probe your brain.

looked at Fang Han who was sitting in front of her.

Fang Han didn't deliberately block it.

It was easy for her to see the white paper.

It's so clean that there's not even a drop of ink.

And Fang Han didn't look at him.

Instead, he still looked straight ahead, with a sign of martial arts and chivalry.

"Huh?".

"What's the stupid little brother, why don't you copy me!".

"Didn't you just say it? "

"No, this little guy is scared, is it?"

"Stupid, you're a one-year-old baby, it's okay to turn your head and scratch the itch. "

"Don't you see it, who cares about you? "

She was a little anxious.

I'd love to go up and give him two pestles.

Teach him how to cheat with his own hands.

But he still held back and coughed lightly twice.

Ahem!

I want to remind Fang Han.

But Fang Han acted as if he hadn't heard it, and the old god was at ease.

The angry Fang Wan stomped her feet.

With Fang Wan being the first to finish.

Subsequently, Lin Miaomiao also completed the second one.

She has the posture of a lady.

After putting down the pen, he also blew on the white paper full of Juanxiu's handwriting.

Very attentive.

Then, one after another, there were young children who finished writing the questions and cheered excitedly.

The forces behind it also breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you can finish writing, you have a chance to win the championship.

With the young sons who finished writing, there are more and more.

Those who are not finished, those who have no ideas.

At this time, it is even more anxious.

Many young children were so anxious that they cried.

While wiping his tears, he held a pen and wrote there.

Because I was too nervous and anxious.

The writing is crooked.

Tears and ink mingle.

The paper is all spent.

Very embarrassed.

That scene, not to mention how pitiful it was.

Smack!

With a stick of incense burned to the end.

The ceremonial officer also looked solemn.

With a big wave of his hand.

"It's time!".

"All the young children who participated in the competition, please stop the pen and ink in your hands. "

"Hand in the hand. "

"All the works will be enjoyed by all the guests!"

"The most subtle writing, the most far-reaching ideas, and the most neat format. "

"He is the leader of the book conference!"

Let's talk about it.

Immediately on both sides, the courteous officials entered in a procession.

Rows of folded tables are filled with poems on paper.