Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 819 Explosion

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   And not long after going down, Chang Yansong frowned deeply.

  Then he went back up and down again, this time, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he was about to force the brows on both sides together.

Twenty poems, each of which he cherished and valued as "Dao poems" like Tianbao Lingbi, in the book, actually only served as a prop for a child's assessment, and after passing it, it was pass.

   did not cause any waves.

   There is no follow-up.

  Mr. Teaching never mentioned it again, the parents and even the Ye family never mentioned it, not even the clan school children.

   As if it were something so ordinary, so ordinary, that it was not worth mentioning at all.

   This made Chang Yansong feel a great incongruity.

   or, in the words of a certain world, discord.

   And it's still a very, very, very strong violation, and Chang Yansong can't let go of this section at all!

how can that be!

   Not just every song, but every sentence!

  Each sentence is inherent in nature, or natural, or beautiful, or high, or profound...

   So many wonderful sentences!

   So many wonderful meanings!

   Why are you all turning a blind eye?

   Are you all blind, idiots, idiots, idiots? ! ! !

   And then further down, Chang Yansong saw a description that made him unbelievable and unacceptable:

   "School children have their own opinions on the assessment of these three parts."

   "They called the first part of the text 'Let's resign yourself to the proposition', which means that for these questions, yes, yes, no, no, as long as you sit in front of the exam paper, you can only rely on fate."

"The numbers in the second part are called 'send propositions'. Some of these questions are easy, some are super difficult, and some look simple but are actually very difficult. It's so hard that the gentleman can finish ten glasses of water. They may They are still stuck in the pit of a problem, and they can't get out at all."

   "And there are so many pits like this, it's really an accident, and the life is gone, so it's called a proposition."

   "The Taoist poems in the third part are intended to be written, but they are only 'sending points'."

   "Who doesn't know Taoism? The sky is against the ground, the rain is against the wind, the earth is against the sky. The mountains and flowers are against the sea trees, and the red sun is against the sky. In the Ye family, any child over the age of three is not afraid of this poem."

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

"Whether the text in the first part or the number in the second part, it is often the case that the teacher has finished drinking the water, and some schoolchildren say to the teacher with a sullen face, "Sir, please refill the glass of water, please, let us have another drink." More answers!"

   "Mr., of course, doesn't listen to him. He is known as an iron hand, life-seeking, cold-blooded, and ruthless existence. How can he tolerate these little monkeys extrajudicially."

"The gentleman just kicked all the little monkeys out of the house one by one, who occupied the exam papers and didn't turn in the exam papers. field."

   "This is the number of words."

   "And if the third part of the Taoist poem was to be written, the husband often only drank a small half of a glass of water, and the schoolchildren followed one after another, and then they all handed in the papers."

   "The number of essays is one point per question, and the total is one hundred percent."

   "The Taoist poem is 10 points per question, and the total is 100%, and in this part, the students are either 80% or 91%, and the worst is 70%."

   "If it's only 60 points, standing on the edge of qualifying will be ridiculed by all the friends."

   see here.

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

  Send sub-questions!

   The worst is 70 points!

   No matter how badly you learn, you still pick up the pen and brush it!

  ...In Ye Family School, all children over the age of three...

   call.

  Hoo!

  Hoo! ! !

how can that be.

how can that be?

how can that be!

  Chang Yan's breath was not smooth, and his mind was difficult to calm down. There was even a stagnation in his heart, which made him feel that his body wanted to explode, explode in all directions, and explode into pieces. Only in this way can he reach it.

   Leaf Family Studies!

   What kind of aristocratic family are you!

  Heavy breathing, long breathing and long breathing, after a long time, Chang Yansong was able to restrain the emotions in his heart like a sea of ​​anger, and continued to look down.

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

   "Three parts of the test, as long as each part is above 60 points, it is considered a pass."

"Some children are partial to subjects, or even serious, so don't be afraid. Even if you don't get a single point in one of the essays, math or poetry, as long as you get more than three points out of the three percent of the total score. Two percent, the same pass.”

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

   "If it doesn't work next time, then come for another three years!"

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

   "And this time, all the children passed the test. The worst one, with a total score of 201 points, passed the low altitude without any danger, and then his father slashed two skulls in public."

   "The other children laughed."

   "Smile, isn't I the same? You have the guts, after school, singled out in the woods! This child squinted, looked at other children with disdain, and also grinned."

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

   "This time he only scored 282 points, which is not ideal, so his mood seems a little low."

   Seeing this, Chang Yansong stopped.

   His emotions...

   call.

  Hoo!

  Huh…

   The stars in the sky are shining, 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 of students and reward them."

   "In addition to the general award for the top ten, the top three with the best results will also receive special awards."

   "The top three prizes are also coveted by all children, and even many parents are equally coveted."

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

   "Only those who have performed extremely well in clan studies and occupied the top three among the group of children in the entire family are eligible to receive this reward. Other than that, there is no other way."

   "That's the rule set by the ancestor who opened up the Ye family!"

   "For thousands of years, all laws have been abolished, and this rule is not abolished."

   "This reward is called Condensing Qi San."

   "No matter how bad the root is, no matter how bad the understanding is, no matter how lazy the practice is, as long as you take this condensing qi powder, you will be able to condense the qi within ten years, and then break into the channel."

   "And if the root is good, the understanding is good, and the practice is good, within three years, it is hoped that the veins will be opened."

This is impossible!

This is impossible! ! !

   Chang Yan snorted and stood up.

   The finger holding the script was pinched until it became stiff and white, and it even made people worried that he would directly pinch the finger until it was broken in the opposite direction.

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

   There was only panic and roar in his heart.

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

   From the previous bitterness and repeated repression, to the complete venting of this moment, this loud shout did not resound through the sky, but almost resounded through the entire Juxinglou.

   Dozens of figures shot out from all parts of Juxinglou and gathered here in an instant.

  More figures are still rushing towards this side.

   "Song'er, what's the matter?" The old man who flew directly into the pavilion asked in a deep voice.

   (end of this chapter)