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No one answered the questions of the two, because Fang Zhengzhi and the other five had walked under a huge tree not far from the open space. ←Baidu Search→【】

This is a dense giant tree with no fruit on it.

A very common tree, there are two black stone tablets standing under the tree.

"This is the second round of pass!" Pingyang pointed to two stone tablets about ten meters apart under the tree in front of him, and said to Fang Zhengzheng.

"How do you know?" Fang Zhengzhen's eyes fixed on the two stone tablets.

Those are two stone tablets of exactly the same size and shape, all of which are black. The difference is that the front one is densely engraved with words, while the back one is smooth as a mirror.

"Of course I know, and you don't want to think about how I came in?" Pingyang's smug expression.

"Oh? How did you come in?"

"I'm letting... uh, this is a secret, I won't tell you!" Pingyang just seemed to think of something suddenly when he was about to say it, and immediately closed his mouth.

"If I guess right, this is the "Linghuai Tree" where the Holy God of War was sitting on the Tao of Heaven. Then the two stone tablets under the tree should be the "Twin Stones" born of Heaven." Yan Xiu is here Time to speak.

"Yan Xiu is right, these two are the twin monuments, but these twin monuments haven't been cracked by anyone for so many years. This is a twin monument, one bright and one dark, there is a word on one monument, one monument There is no word on it, but the inscribed stone will change every quarter of an hour." After hearing Yan Xiu's words, Pingyang rushed to say.

"So, how do you crack it?" Fang Zhengzheng did not want to crack down on Pingyang's enthusiasm.

Of course, the main reason is that he does not understand this.

"In a quarter of an hour, remember all the inscriptions on the stele, and then copy them on the dark stele. If you can write all the words that are good, you can pass the pass and make a mistake. You will be out of the game." Pingyang Yi He proudly explained.

"It's that simple?" Fang Zhengzhi couldn't believe it.

"Simple? I don’t know how many amazing talents have been folded here. The words on the stele represent the Three Thousand Avenues, not the words we are using now. I want to record three thousand without a quarter of an hour. Rule. Do you think the inscriptions that change all the time and don't know at all?" Pingyang said with contempt.

"Isn't it simple?"

Pingyang's little face turned red at once, that was given by Fang Zhengzheng.

"Well, don’t think I can’t guess what you are thinking. Tell you, the method you think has been used by someone, I don’t know how many shameless people like you want to write it down in paper and ink, but the above The inscription is very complicated. It takes a lot of time just to copy it on paper, and then copy it to another dark monument. It is even more impossible! I think we still take those two guys before they win or lose. Is it tied?"

Pingyang snorted coldly, and then looked subconsciously at the two seriously injured candidates not far away. The fire gun in his hand seemed to be about to move.

"I have said that it is very simple, then, naturally, it can be passed!" Fang Zhengzhi ignored Pingyang at all, and directly drew paper and ink from his arms.

"What are you doing with paper and ink? I said to you that copying is useless!" Pingyang saw that Fang Zhengzhi really took out the pen and ink, and the red face that had just swelled red again showed contempt.

"Did I say you want to copy?" Fang Zhengzhi naturally returned a contemptuous look to Pingyang.

"You...you don't copy, what are you doing with pen and ink?" Pingyang was so angry that Xiaofan punched.

"Splash!" Fang Zhengzheng finished talking, and the thick ink in his hand was directly poured out, and it was poured on the inscription in front of him, and then. Obelisks that were already dark enough became darker.

Such an action is absolutely profane.

Desecration of the twins.

Pingyang's eyes were straight, and she didn't expect that Fang Zhengzhi would actually do such a thing that people and gods resented. This is just destroying the monument?

Moreover, the most important thing is that after Fang Zheng straightly splashed the ink, he took out a huge big brush again and wiped it **** the stele.

The fire gun in Pingyang lit up a blazing flame.

When I was about to shout that I was going to fight with you, a shameless man who blasphemed the heavens, Fang Zhengzhi had already drawn out a few pieces of paper from his arms. Then, they spliced ​​them together carefully.

"Huh? What's this for?" Pingyang's movements stiffened, and she wondered clearly in her clear eyes. She didn't understand why she wanted to stitch the paper together.

"Do you know what type printing is?" Founder returned without looking up.

"What printing?"

"Alas... with your IQ, I won't understand it when I explain it to you. I'll get a model first." Fang Zhengzhi ignored Pingyang and continued to work on his own affairs.

But Yan Xiu stood silently and looked aside without saying a word.

As for the two poor worms, they also did not speak, but they did not dare.

Now Pingyang is obviously on the verge of running away. If you dare to pinch the princess Pingyang pampered by the Holy One like this, I am afraid that the entire Yanjing City will only have Fang Zhengzhi alone?

"Dare you dare to insult my IQ? Today, if you don't explain it clearly to me, then what kind of printing and mold will I fight with you!" Pingyang was really angry.

"Yes, but you have to do me a favor first." Fang Zheng replied unhurriedly.

"What's busy?"

"Lend me your fire guns."

"You want to be beautiful!"

"Then do you want to go to the third round quickly? Without Huolin gun, the time will be much delayed."

"Well, you never want to use these words to lie to me, as smart as I am, and I will definitely not be fooled by you." Pingyang snorted again, his small mouth beeping high, without killing his cute expression.

But Fang Zhengzheng said nothing more, picked up the paper that had been stitched in his hand, walked to the front of the monument, and printed it.

After a while, he turned back again.

There are already dense inscriptions on the white paper.

Pingyang's eyes were quickly attracted by those inscriptions, his eyes rolled rapidly, and then, he seemed to think of something, but he was a little unpredictable.

"Do you want to remember all these inscriptions in advance? It's useless. Waiting for a while, the inscriptions on the top will change order." Pingyang looked at the paper with dense inscriptions on Fang Zhengzhi's hands, and felt that this method was not feasible. .

"Less nonsense, Huolin gun, get it!"

"You... hum, if you dare to lie to me. I will fight with you!" Pingyang looked at Fangzheng's straight hand, and reluctantly handed the fire gun into Fangzheng's hand.

Fang Zhengzhi grabbed the Huolin gun and stab it to the ground beside him.

An overwhelming flame rose, and the fierce breath in his hands was obviously more violent than in Pingyang's hands.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

A huge hole was suddenly stabbed on the ground.

"You... what do you want to do?" Pingyang looked at this scene. Subconsciously, I feel a little bad.

"Try the power? Do you have any opinions?" Fang Zhengzhi waved again a few times with satisfaction. Then, he started to do the modeling business.

If it is in the previous life, it takes at least a day or two to build a 3,000-word movable type printing mold.

But in this world it is too simple.

Either you or Yan Xiu and Ping Yang. All have the power to control the change of all things. Five people can change the shape of the soil as they like, a model.

With the joint efforts of five people, the estimated time is less than one quarter of an hour.

Next, Fang Zhengzhi began to assign tasks. The white paper in his hands was torn into five pieces, and each person made a printed mold.

Pingyang was somewhat reluctant, but after Fang Zhengzhi experimented a few times, he became interested.

In a moment. Under the control of five people, a mold as big as a monument was made by Founder.

Then, Fang Zhengzhi also started to teach Pingyang and Yanxiu how to use this model.

At first, Pingyang's small face was still a face of doubt and distrust, but the more he heard behind, the clearer his eyes became brighter.

"Can it be like this? This... is this too shameless?"

"Understand?"

"understood."

"Then I will demonstrate once, and I will leave the model after I pass."

"Go ahead."

"There is one thing I have to declare first. When I leave the Holy World, my movable type printing technology must give me a patent. Someone who wants to use this technology has to give me money. Do you know?"

"What is a patent?" Pingyang didn't quite understand.

When Fang Zheng listened to it, he suddenly drew a drop of sweat. It seems that the world is not yet formal, let's put it first. Let's talk about the twin monuments first.

So, he also officially went to the Mingbei, and then, after the inscription on the Mingbei was changed, he quickly fiddled with the mold in his hand.

Time passes by one minute and one second.

Pingyang and Yanxiu looked at Fang Zhengzhen with a nervous expression.

Finally, about ten minutes later. Fang Zhengzhi's three-thousand-word model finally fiddled with it.

Then, Fang Zhengzhi walked slowly past the dark monument.

While he was walking, he also applied some ink marks to the mold on his hand.

"I printed it!" When it came to the edge of the dark monument, Founder directly printed the mold on his hand directly on the dark monument.

When Fang Zhengzheng picked up the mold, there were dense inscriptions on the dark monument one by one, and the rules were naturally the same as those on the Ming monument.

"Buzz!" A golden light rose into the sky.

...

Inside the Imperial College.

Duan Wanglin Xinjue's complexion was obviously not very good, the flash of light in his eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

Han Changfeng closed his eyes slightly and said nothing. He just sat quietly in a chair, and there was no comment for the third round of competition.

Nine prince Lin Yun is now watching the third round of the competition.

Then, he saw a figure appear in the picture, that is a figure that should not appear in the picture, just appeared out of nowhere in the crowd who were fighting fiercely together.

A blue gown, dancing gently with the breeze.

"Fang... Fang Zhengzheng?!" Even Ninth Prince Lin Yun, after seeing this man appearing out of thin air in the third round, couldn't help but shouted in surprise.

"What did Nine Brothers yell... Hey? Then, that's Founder?! He... How did he get into the third round of the world?" Duan Wang Lin Xinjue's thoughts were disturbed. When he was about to say the last two sentences, his eyes were also I was attracted by a figure in the picture in front of me.

Because, not only is he attracted.

Everyone in the picture is now in place like petrified.

All eyes are on the young man wearing a blue gown, just upright.

But at this time, the imperial envoy who came to report before appeared in the room of the imperial academy. He walked anxiously, and he even forgot some respectful etiquette.

"His Highness Duan...Nine Prince, Master Han, Fang... Founder passed the twin monuments! Already... have entered the third round of the world!"

"Huh?!" Han Changfeng's eyes opened violently, a knife-like light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes instantly fixed on Fang Zhengzhi in the picture.

He wanted to calm down, but he really couldn't calm down.

How long did it take to cross the broken bridge, and actually passed the twin monument? !

If this is luck, how bad is it?

"Twin Stones... He actually passed the Twin Stones! This... what the **** is going on?" Duan Wang Lin Xinjue couldn't sit still at this moment even if his mood was better.

If the broken bridge can still pass by luck.

Then, it is impossible for the Twin Monuments to take any luck.

and……

Over the years, no matter how amazing the genius, no one has ever cracked this twin monument, it is too difficult, it is impossible to crack.

"How did he break?"

At this moment, Duan Wang Lin Xinjue and Han Changfeng raised strong doubts at the same time.

Even the nineth prince Lin Yun couldn't figure it out.

The emissaries heard Duan Wang Lin Xinjue's question, and he wanted to answer it, but he couldn't understand how Fang Zhengzheng's method should be told.

"He... seems to have got a stone block like the Twin Monuments... there is the same inscription on the Twin Monuments, and then... it was printed on the dark monument, just... it was over!" Some brains are not enough.

"Crap, the inscriptions of the Twin Monuments have changed. How can he make the same stone blocks in a quarter of an hour?" Han Changfeng's tone became extremely cold.

"I... I don't understand it, but he did just that, and Yan Xiu and they..." The emperor's words were not finished yet, and the shadow in front of him appeared again in white. .

It is Yan Xiu.

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In a little while, two other people in Pingyang also appeared in the third round of the world.

"Five...five?! All...all passed the twin monuments?! This... what the **** is going on? How could all five people remember the three thousand inscriptions?!" Han Changfeng finally lost control.

Because the things in front of me are beyond common sense.

Fang Zhengzhi can be a genius, he can be extremely clever, but how can he pass on his cleverness to the other four people?

If it was Fang Zhengzhi who passed the twin monument alone, it could be explained that Fang Zhengzhi had talent and memory that surpassed everyone.

but……

Have all five passed?

This cannot be explained at all.

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