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At this time, the book pavilion filled with the fragrance of books now smells of printing ink a little bit more. Yan Ruyu, surrounded by literary spirit, is sitting in the center of the book pavilion, facing Wei Ze. Beside them, there are piles of printed test papers like a small hill, which were collected by the official transfer staff two days ago and transported to the designated location. , And then passed directly into the book pavilion through the transfer technique that Wei Ze had already drawn.

"The word is like the person, and the heart is viewed by the word."

Yan Ruyu muttered silently, his fingers flicked across the stacks of test papers in front of him, and the light golden vigour of his body flowed onto the papers through his fingers, dyeing all the hills of the papers golden.

"The so-called book writers have a heart to draw. Between the brush and ink, the atmosphere of the person is enough... the sincerity of the student is concentrated in the words, and the old man can watch one or two."

The voice fell, and the mighty golden literary spirit surged in the book pavilion. Under the ocean-like fluctuations, the hills of the papers trembled, and the stacked papers flew out one by one. Bathed in this literary atmosphere and waves, there is no change in the printed fonts on the paper, but the handwritten writing floats as if alive, and tiny particles flow out of the handwriting on the answer paper.

——This is the so-called "seeing words as faces and handwriting to observe the heart". The handwriting written by hand must contain the mood and emotions of the writer at the time, and it is this emotion that constitutes the subtle atmosphere and blends in the handwriting. This dynamic of life cannot be imitated by modern printing anyway.

In front of Yan Ruyu, the literary sage, as long as the literary spirit exists, it can be transformed into spiritual power that he can use, and can be mobilized at will like his hands and feet. Under his guidance, the dots of writing on each test paper were completely pulled out, floating on the surface of the test paper, emitting a strange color.

This scene is not unbelievably shocking: Thousands of test papers just float in the book pavilion with a gleam, centered on Yan Ruyu, flowing with a small literary atmosphere, and the trajectory is orderly and without any chaos. It's just that it's different from Yan Ruyu's own profusion of style. The breath that was drawn out was full of anxiety, caution, and tension...that's the mood that the respondent was into when he wrote.

Wen Sheng is worthy of being Wen Sheng. Not only can he use pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but he can even handle signature pens...Wei Ze exclaimed in his heart, but he stood up and pushed open the side door of Shuge-that door is right. Facing a wall, and at this time, there is already a ghost face waiting on the wall.

"It's all ready."

Wei Ze nodded, folded his **** together and pointed at the scroll of heart exuding in the book pavilion, leading them one by one from the ocean of literary spirit, and flew in front of the wall carving ghost.

The ghost face on the wall opened his mouth, spit out his gray tongue, and quickly swept across the papers floating in the air. It is nowhere to be seen underneath, and it is more efficient than a paper shredder.

The wall-carved ghosts can observe human nature and identify evil thoughts. This naturally also includes the unrighteous heart contained in this written mood.

Although it was announced at the time that it was a closed-book exam, in fact, the answer sheet was all conducted in the candidates' homes without any monitoring methods. Under the inertial thinking of determining success or failure by score, it is inevitable that some people will have to think about it.

Copying according to the bibliography, several people answering the papers and checking each other's answers together, or even checking them directly with their mobile phones...Wei Ze had already anticipated this situation. Rather, it is precisely because of this situation that he deliberately made the question a popular one. Most of the answers can even be found on Baidu, in order to catch these impure people.

Yan Ruyu’s "Seeing words as faces" can manifest the mood in the handwriting, and as long as there is a little bit of strangeness in his mind, he can't escape the smell of the wall carving ghost-this ghost face used to swallow the evil thoughts of criminals, and at this moment, What is swallowed is the papers of those who are not right in their minds.

I don't know this, but I was shocked at first glance. After screening, nearly half of the 2000 answer sheets were cheating papers swallowed by the wall carving ghost. After sifting out those with a messy surface and an apparently weak foundation, the remaining papers are only in their early thousandths.

But Wei Ze still didn't look at the answers on the papers themselves. He just snapped his fingers and called out Wuxin, pointing at the heart floating above: "You can hear the heart sounds contained in this heart, right? The meaning of this central spirit tells me."

"Yes, sir." Wuxin's voice rang in his ears, "The meaning of this heartfelt is...I must be admitted to Kunlun University! Become a real fairy, bring the whole family together to prolong life, and protect in the aura recovery family."

"Well, this is okay, stay." Weize nodded and pointed to the second copy, "Let's listen, what is the meaning of this mood?"

"This is...I want to go to Kunlun University, learn how to use swords and formations, and set up a brand-new logistics industry that uses flight transfer as a transportation method. It will kill all the express companies now and make a lot of money."

"Uh... this one is also very ambitious, stay. What about this one?"

"It turns out I wanted to go abroad to study religion, but every time I drew a card and called God bless, I never won. On the contrary, a few days ago, I yelled an old man from the sky and he will soon manifest his soul. I feel that believing in God is better than believing in local gods. ...It's better to be a cultivator!"

"...Alright, stay."

In the next half day, using Wuxin’s ability to listen to heart sounds, Wei Ze listened to the thoughts contained in this small one thousand test papers, such as those who want to strengthen the kidneys through refining qi, and those who want to study Reiki hair growth agents. , There are even people who want to go to the blessed place to see if they can develop real estate... There are so many reasons. After looking at it, Wei Ze can only feel that these students know more about cultivating immortals than himself.

Among them, another wave of unsatisfied people were screened out. For example, those who thought about entering a fairy university without doing a final thesis, those who came to cultivate immortals in order not to move bricks in the laboratory, and felt that female immortals must be They are all beautiful and want to beg a wife...The candidates with this kind of evasive thoughts are all screened out, and those unrighteous thoughts like "being a cultivator can do whatever they want", in the end, only left More than 600 copies.

Now that the spiritual energy recovery has just been learned by the world, the public is still not clear about the meaning of Xiuxian, it is quite good to have so many people come with sincere hearts.

"Is this the one who stayed in the end?"

Yan Ruyu turned over the stacks of papers that eventually remained in the Book Pavilion, and read the names one by one: "In just one year, the number of students at Kunlun University will increase tenfold... It is really unpredictable. In this spiritual wave. Among them, the world has such a reaction to Immortal Dao..."

"This is just the beginning. Now that the rejuvenation of spiritual energy has just appeared, the society still needs an adaptation period. In this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is our responsibility to popularize Xiandao. This time, resources and time are limited. The scope must be further expanded to include more people in the enrollment scope."

Wei Ze smiled, and wrote down the names on the papers one by one and integrated them into a list. Only then did he walk out of the book pavilion and prepare to put it out.

The final result is still determined, this wave of enrollment is over, and then only the list is announced, and then the admission notice and other procedures.

This time, there were hundreds of sheep...hundreds of students. Looking at the names on the list, Wei Ze was full of surprises in his heart. The development of Shangguan Station and other blessed land areas requires a lot of spiritual power, but with this amount of base, blessed land will be fully developed in no time.

What he didn't see was that behind him, Yan Ruyu was still stuck in the book pavilion, looking at the test paper that still had the faint light of Dao Xin, as if he was reading something silently. It was a long time before he raised his head and looked to the horizon through the window of the book pavilion, with strange vicissitudes in his eyes.

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