Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 819 Explosion
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Not long after going down, Chang Yansong frowned deeply.

Then he fell back and down again, this time, his brows frowned even deeper, and he was about to forcibly splice the two eyebrows together.

The twenty poems, each of which he treasured and valued as if they were heavenly treasures and spiritual jades, were actually only used as props for a young child's assessment in the storybook, and after passing, they were pass.

Did not cause any little waves.

There is no follow up.

The teaching teacher never mentioned it again, the parents and the Ye family never mentioned it, and even the ethnographic children never mentioned it.

It seemed that it was so common, so common, that it was not worth mentioning at all.

This made Chang Yansong feel a great disharmony.

Or in the words of a certain world, violation.

And it's still a very, very, very strong discord, so discordant that Chang Yansong can't let go of this section at all!
how can that be!

Not just every song, but every sentence!
Every sentence is natural, or natural, or fluent, or superb, or profound...

So many wonderful sentences!
So many wonderful meanings!
Why are you all turning a blind eye?
Are you all blind, fools, fools, fools? ! ! !

Then, Chang Yansong saw a description that made him unbelievable and unacceptable:

"Schoolchildren have their own views on the three parts of the assessment."

"They called the first part of the text 'by God's proposition', which means that these questions, if you can, you can, if you don't, you can't. As long as you sit in front of the exam paper, you can only resign yourself to fate."

"The numbers in the second part are called 'Proposition Questions'. Some of these questions are simple, some are super difficult, and some look simple but are actually very difficult. It is so difficult that the husband can drink ten glasses of water. They may They are still stuck in the pit of a question, and they can’t get out at all.”

"And such pitfalls abound. If it's really a carelessness, your life will be lost, so it's called sending a proposition."

"The Taoist poems in the third part are drafted, but they are just 'send sub-questions'."

"Who knows Taoism? The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind, the earth is against the sky. Mountain flowers are against sea trees, and the red sun is against the sky. In the Ye Family School, no child over three years old is afraid of this poem."

"There are only ten Taoist poems in total. Even the poorest children will pick up a brush and brush."

"Whether it's the text in the first part or the numbers in the second part, it's often because the husband has finished drinking the water, and some schoolchildren say to the teacher with a dead face, "Sir, please refill the glass of water, please, let's do it again." More answers!"

"Sir, of course, he doesn't listen. He is known as an iron hand, life-seeking, cold-blooded, and ruthless existence. How could he tolerate these little monkeys outside the law?"

"Mr. just kicked all these little monkeys out of the exam papers one by one, and then he calmly packed up the exam papers, and finally, holding a lot of exam papers, he left indifferently." field."

"This is the number of words."

"And if the third part of the Taoist poems is written, the teacher often only drinks a small half of a glass of water, and the schoolchildren will write one after another, and then they all hand in the papers."

"The number of essays is one point for each question, and the total is [-] points."

"Tao poetry is 91 points for each question, and the total is [-] points. For this part, the schoolchildren either get [-] points, or [-] percent, and the worst is [-] points."

"If it's only [-] points, if you stand on the edge of qualification, you will be ridiculed by all your friends."

See here.

Chang Yansong breathed heavily, gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and his expression was ferocious.

Send sub-questions!
The worst is seventy!

No matter how poorly you learn, you still have to pick up a pen and brush!

... In the Ye family school, all children over the age of three...

call.

call!
call! ! !
how can that be.

How can this be?

how can that be!

Chang Yansong's breath is not going well, his mind is hard to calm down, and even a stagnation is suffocating in his heart, which makes him feel that his body wants to explode, blowing into pieces in all directions, only in this way can he get through.

Ye Family Studies!

What kind of aristocratic family do you have!

Exhaling heavily, taking long breaths, it took a long time for Chang Yansong to forcefully suppress the emotions in his heart that seemed to be churning like a raging sea, and continued to look down.

"The assessment is over, and the next day, the results of the assessment will come out."

"For the three parts of the exam, as long as each part scores more than [-] points, it will be considered a pass."

"Some children are partial to subjects, even very serious, so don't be afraid. Even if you don't get a single point in a certain item in literature, mathematics, or Taoism, as long as you get more than three points in the total score of [-] Two hundred points, same pass."

"It's very tragic if you can't pass the test, because it means you have to study for another three years in ethnology. It's useless for anyone to intervene, not even the patriarch!"

"If you fail next time, then come for another three years!"

"Of course, such a situation has never happened before."

"And this time, all the children passed the assessment. The worst one passed the low-altitude flight with a total score of [-] points, and then his father severely shaved two heads in public."

"The other children all giggled."

"Smile, didn't I pass it the same way? Be brave. After school, you'll be singled out in the woods! This kid squinted, looked at the other kids with disdain, and was also grinning."

"Leng Qingyun lowered his eyebrows and sat quietly among the schoolchildren."

"He only scored 280 points in the test this time, which is not very satisfactory, so his mood seems a bit depressed."

Seeing this, Chang Yansong stopped.

his mood...

call.

call!
call……

The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and the geniuses on the ground have red eyes.

"No matter how many students there are in each batch, the Ye family will select the top ten students from this batch and reward them."

"In addition to the general prizes for the top ten, the top three with the best results will also have special rewards."

"The rewards for the top three places are also coveted by all the children, and even many parents are also coveted."

"But there is no way, this reward can only be obtained from ethnology."

"Only those who have performed extremely well in ethnology and rank among the top three children in the entire family are eligible to receive this award. There is no other way other than that."

"That's the rule that the ancestor who opened up the Ye family personally set down!"

"For thousands of years, all laws have been abolished, but this regulation will not be abolished."

"This reward is called Ning Qi San."

"No matter how bad the root is, no matter how poor the comprehension is, no matter how lazy the practice is, as long as you take this condensing qi powder, within ten years, you will be able to condense qi to a great extent, and then break through to open the meridians."

"And if the root bone is good, the comprehension is good, and the practice is good, within three years, it is hoped that the meridians will be unblocked."

This is impossible!

This is impossible! ! !

Chang Yansong stood up with a smack.

The fingers holding the story book were pinched by him until they became stiff and white, and it even made people worry that he would directly pinch them until they broke in reverse.

But at this moment, Chang Yansong didn't have any intention to pay attention to this.

There was nothing but panic and roar in his heart.

"This is impossible!" The next moment, the roar in Chang Yansong's heart burst out from his mouth.

From the previous bitterness and repression to the complete venting at this moment, this loud shout did not resound through the sky, but it almost resounded throughout the entire Juxing Tower.

Dozens of figures shot out from various places in Juxing Building, and gathered here in an instant.

More figures are still rushing towards this side.

"Song'er, what's the matter?" The old man who entered the pavilion like a flying shot asked in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)