Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 147 Don’t let her pass
Tang Qing also rushed over, looking at Zorridge with a somewhat embarrassed expression. He kept apologizing to her, "I'm sorry, little nephew, I really forgot about this matter. I have indeed found out in the past few years." It’s getting stricter.”

Qi Zhou waved his hand, not paying much attention, but still confirmed: "As long as I pass this Taoist certificate, I can participate in the Xuanmen Conference. Nothing will happen to me, right?"

"No, no." Tang Qing shook his head repeatedly and said seriously, "I promise you, as long as you pass the Taoist certificate exam, there won't be any problems in the future."

That's it.

Congee hugged the basin, filled his mouth again, held his cheek in his hand, and sighed heavily.

Being a grandpa is so hard.

But no matter how difficult it is, she doesn't want to be the grandson of a fool!
Thinking of this, she clenched her fist and turned to look at them, "Uncle Tang, Senior Brother, how do I take the test for this certificate?"

"Nothing, it's a good test." Mu Xuan recalled it and said, "There are three rounds in total. The first round is a theory test, just those Taoist classics, the second and third rounds are practical exercises, one is a test on drawing talismans, and finally One is to give random questions, basically just to eliminate the evil spirits, catch the spirits and the like, it’s not a big problem.”

Porridge listened and nodded, "I can do it."

Not to mention the actual practice, she has already memorized the books on the mountain.

But there is a problem. Congee said: "Sir, I can't write."

She only recognizes it, but hasn’t written it yet.

But the first round of the exam is a written test.

I really forgot about this Mu Xuan.

She will definitely not be allowed to memorize it in the written test. It will also depend on whether she writes correctly.

"It's okay, there are still two days left, senior brother will teach you."

Porridge has a good memory and knows how to write, but he hasn't practiced it, so it's not a big problem.

However, Mu Xuan forgot that no matter how smart Congee was, he was only a child over four years old.

A few hours later, Mu Xuan fell silent as he looked at the stupid figure on the paper.

Congee was as if she had found a new toy. She was a little addicted. The little chubby hand grabbed the pen and wrote the word "dragon" on it. It was even more difficult to read in cursive. She even showed it to him happily, "Elder brother" , what do you think of my writing?"

Facing her expectant gaze, Mu Xuan couldn't say "not very good" at all.

He had a headache, and finally knew what was wrong with the almighty little junior sister. She couldn't write.

I don’t blame her, she is still too young, and if she can write it, she is much better than ordinary children.

Moreover, although the characters written by Congee Congee were large and the strokes were incorrect, every word was correct and there were no typos.

After calculating the time, it was too late to ask her to write down the rules. After thinking about it, Mu Xuan said: "Well, Congee, when the time comes, you can tell the examiner how many more answer sheets he wants."

Congee looked up at him, nodded obediently, and asked, "Senior Brother, how many do I want?"

"How many words you write will be enough for you."

Otherwise I won’t be able to write.

Fortunately, they have unlimited answer sheets.

Porridge nodded ignorantly and continued to lower his head and continued her silly and bold words. It was quite good.

Two days passed quickly. On the day of the exam, Qi Zhou changed into a Taoist robe. He held a compass in his left hand and a mahogany sword in his right hand. Qin Lie combed his hair in the middle and tied it up.

There was also a small dragon cuff painted black hanging around her waist. This was her idea.

If your wealth is not exposed, then hide the gold and paint it black so that thieves will not miss it.

Looking at his own style, Congee stretched out his chubby little hands to brush the ends of his hair and nodded with satisfaction.

When Grandma Qin saw it, she said "Ouch", "Why is your hair tied like this? Come on, Grandma will do it again for you."

Porridge's hair is not long yet, but it will definitely look better if it is tied with a few more little knots. There is no way to tie it directly in the middle. It is unremarkable. The rubber band is also black, and there is not even a small clip. It looks silly.

Grandma Qin was unhappy when she thought of her drawer of useless hairpins.

She wants to dress up Porridge as the cutest cub!
However, Chuanzhou was unwilling to do so. He protected his hair with his little fat paws and took a few steps back, "No, no, no, this looks good, cool!"

Just looking at it makes me tug.

She looked up at Grandma Qin and asked, "Grandma, can you help me wrap this hair up so that it points to the sky?"

Otherwise, your hair will be limp and hanging all around, and it’s still not cool enough.

Following her description and imagining it, Grandma Qin was a little messy, and she really couldn't compliment her granddaughter's aesthetics.

Choking on her words for a long time, Grandma Qin wiped her face, shook her head and said "no".Suddenly, I felt that her hair now looked quite pleasing to the eye.

It already looks great.

It looks much better than having an antenna on your head.

Hearing this, Porridge sighed with regret, "Okay, so be it."

Grandma Qin also nodded, that's it, don't change it.

No matter how good you look, you can't withstand such disasters.

She wisely did not continue the topic, led Congee to the dining table, and stuffed a lot of snacks into her little bag.

I have three exams today, so I will definitely be tired. What will I do if I’m hungry by then?

Thinking about it, she quickly took two more apples and stuffed them inside.

After putting it away, she suddenly realized something. She hesitantly touched the small bag. Why was it not bulging at all?
She remembered that a lot of things had been stuffed in just now.

She could pull it out even if she took it out, and she didn't miss anything.

Glancing at her soft little granddaughter, she asked her doubts.

Porridge trotted over, put his fat paws into it and dug it out for a long time, took out a talisman, spread his palms and said, "Because of this, this is the Qiankun Talisman. With it, I can hold any number of things. I researched it myself." It comes out, so you can hold a lot of delicious food."

As she spoke, she couldn't help swallowing.

Glancing at the pile of snacks around her, she waved her hand and said, "Grandma, load them all for me!"

It is the adults who make the choice, but of course the children want them all.

Hearing this, Grandma Qin suddenly realized. It was a bit funny to see her like this, and she said dotingly: "Okay, okay."

Now there was no need to worry about whether she could carry it. Grandma Qin boldly put a lot of food in it.

After filling her enough for two days, she stopped.

The small bag doesn’t look much different from before.

It's kind of amazing.

Just after eating, Mu Xuan came. Qin Lie picked up the car keys and walked out, "I'll take you there."

He was worried about letting them go on their own.

Next door, Ye Lingfeng also moved back to his home. When he learned that Congee was going to take the exam today, he told Chen Tuo, "Let Wen Jing go there too."

Hearing this name, Chen Tuo was so frightened that he almost dropped the cup in his hand. His facial features were distorted and his voice was shaking, "Why did you call that poisonous girl back?"

Ye Lingfeng glanced at him and said, "Wen Jing is also a member of the Xuanmen, and with her here, Congee can be safer.

Cen Zhiyuan and the others would not let Porridge pass the exam easily at first glance, and there might be something wrong going on.

He was indeed right.

At this time, Cen Zhiyuan was sitting at the examination place for the Taoist certificate. He looked at the person in charge and said, "That little girl won't be allowed to pass in a while."

"This..." The person in charge was also a little embarrassed, "Mr. Cen, this is not good. If she meets the standards, then we can't stop her."

"Tsk, it's just a little girl's film, do you think she can really pass it?" Cen Zhiyuan was disdainful, but just in case, he had to make more preparations.

"If she can get to the third round by luck, then let her know the hidden questions."

Hearing this, the person in charge looked horrified, "Mr. Cen, are you talking about the thousand-year-old evil spirit that has been sealed away?"

"No, this is absolutely not possible." The person in charge shook his head, "If the evil spirit escapes, none of us can bear the consequences."

Mr. Cen was too foolhardy this time.

Cen Zhiyuan glanced at him and said calmly: "If you can't let it out, then you won't throw the little girl in? Anyway, the evil spirit just likes to eat souls, and it won't really kill her. Let her Death, as long as she begs for mercy, just take her out."

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Cen Zhiyuan put his tea cup on the ground and his face darkened, "Do you not want your son to enter the ninth round?"

Hearing this, the person in charge looked troubled, and finally bowed and said: "Yes, then let's do what Mr. Cen wants."

"Yes." Cen Zhiyuan glanced at him lightly, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

Dare you lie to him?Then he wants her life!
(End of this chapter)