After Ximen Shunshui knocked Cao Xiong, he started to knock on the Temple of War with his backhand!

Although Murong Laogou's group of veterans, although they are flexible and shameless, they are not Ximen Shunshui's opponents? Ximen Shunshui is gentle and elegant, but holds a few words but holds a gun and a stick, instantly hit Murong Laogou and others and lose their temper.

How do you say this? This is the art of language.

Damn, now I will take Wang Ke away, and that is the God of War Temple as a deserter. This is going to spread. Don’t talk about other people’s reactions. Return to the God of War Temple, and the God of War will not spare you.

Don’t take Wang Ke away, let Wang Ke answer the questions? Answer the questions with yarn! When the results are released, Wang Ke’s article is criticized for being useless. Isn’t that even more embarrassing? Wang Ke, originally only represents him. It was your God of War Temple who stood up to stand for Wang Ke. Now Wang Ke is embarrassed, isn’t it the embarrassment of your God of War Temple?

what to do?

"I just said that the Prime Minister is an old fox. We will definitely be in trouble when we go back this time!" A rough veteran whispered and depressed.

Murong Laogou twitched his face: "Even if the War God Temple is defeated, he will never be a deserter. Even if he knows he is dead, he will still take it! Wang Ke, you continue the exam!"

Wang Ke is so dark that he is taking a yarn exam. I was going to make excuses to leave the exam room. Even if you Cao Xiong slander me, I am not afraid. With my mouth, can I still fight him? I didn’t want to help, but you suddenly came over to support me, and now you are still forcing me to take the exam? Damn, I haven’t taken the exam for many years, do you know?

"Wang Ke, please write whatever you want. Originally, the Temple of War God is not good at writing and cannot lose many people! But if you leave, you are a deserter, and the Temple of War God is really embarrassing!" Zhang Zhengdao advised.

Wang Ke: “…………………!”

Seeing the encouragement of a group of veterans, Wang Ke twitched his face and had to sit down.

There is no way. I still need help from Youyue this time. If I really leave, I will not even have a backstage.

"Okay, irrelevant personnel are not allowed to make noise in the examination room!" Ximen Shunshui said in a deep voice.

A group of veterans shrugged. Then, they walked towards the stands beside each other.

All the candidates showed doubts on their faces. They no longer took Wang Ke seriously at this moment. They thought they were the son of a big man. They turned out to be the reckless man from the Temple of War, which scared us.

The examiners returned to their positions. Although Cao Xiong was beaten by the Prime Minister, he felt secretly happy at this moment. He was also happy to see Wang Ke being defeated in the distance.

It was originally going to assassinate Wang Ke, but unfortunately, Wang Ke contacted the Temple of War God, so this assassination was completely failed. If the assassination failed, there was no need to kill Wang Ke, but the anger in his heart was hard to relieve. Now it was not the third prince's task, but now it was a personal grudge. Seeing Wang Ke unlucky, Cao Xiong was happy.

For a moment, the examination room returned to its previous tranquility, and all candidates continued to answer questions.

Wang Ke looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table in front of him, and felt depressed for a moment.

"The great charity dynasty is the best in the world? This is what I need to use eight-legged essays. How to write? I can write narrative essays, argumentative essays, and prose. I have learned them in school before, but I have never learned eight-legged essays! Damn, do I really want to write them?" Wang Ke said depressedly.

While Wang Ke was thinking, some of the candidates had already thought about it and started writing.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a colorful light appeared above a candidate's head. It looked extremely dazzling from a distance.

"That's literary spirit? Where is the candidate from? After writing a few sentences, the literary spirit gushed out?" An invigilator said in surprise.

"Buzz!"

Another candidate's head was filled with colorful light.

"It's another one. This candidate has more literary talent, good, good!"

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More and more people were writing around, and not long after, dozens of people were already venting their heads.

"Look, that person's literary spirit has condensed into silk? Is this literary spirit a brilliant and beautiful article? Who is he..." An official exclaimed.

Everyone looked at a candidate wearing a half-iron mask. With the writing, his head was full of beautiful style.

"Iron masked candidate? Why can candidates wear masks? The exam is really not rigorous now!" Murong Laogou in the stands said jealously.

"A beautiful article? Another article, read, that candidate with acne-faced face has a beautiful literary style. This kind of article is rare in ten years. It is really a must-see!" A group of invigilators said in surprise.

In the stands, Zhang Zhengdao stared at the candidate with acne-faced face, his eyes full of wonder: "Why is this face a bit like Wang Ke's disguise and poisonous acid effect?"

In the examination room, when candidates keep writing, the real talents will soon be revealed. The gushing literary spirit shows that the talented people in this Entrance Examination are full of talents.

When Murong Laogou, Cao Xiong and others looked at Wang Ke, they saw Wang Ke standing there motionless.

Cao Xiong showed a look of pride. Sure enough, the Temple of War God is full of reckless men. Wang Ke is a heroic man in the 100,000 mountains, and he relies on bragging. He is far inferior to his literary talent.

Murong Laogou was also anxious. Is Wang Ke going to hand in the blank paper? He was so fucked. Wasn’t the War God Temple wisely swept the floor?

"Wang Ke, you are writing! Write it for me even if you write it nonsense!" Murong Laogou shouted angrily.

"Please be quiet, disturb the candidates' questions again, please leave the examination room!" An invigilator immediately came to scold Murong Laogou.

"Hmph!" Murong Old Gou snorted coldly.

However, Murong Laogou's words still reached Wang Ke's ears in the distance.

Wang Ke looked depressed: "I want to write it. The key is that the eight-legged essays, I don't know how to write the eight-legged essay. If I had known that I would write it, I would have to memorize one. I haven't read a single one. How can I write it..., uh, no, I seem to have read one!"

Wang Ke was suddenly stunned. Not long ago, Wang Youli, the Minister of Rites, wrote an article for him to pay off his debt of 5 million kilograms of spirit stones? I have read one.

But that article was flattered by my father-in-law. Can I write it?

"Write, go ahead and have a bad idea. If the text is not right, the text is not right. It is better than not writing anything!" Wang Ke took a deep breath.

Close your eyes, Wang Ke recalled every word in the article "Song of Emperor Shan".

Seeing Wang Ke closed his eyes, Cao Xiong almost laughed. Are you giving up on yourself and completely giving up on yourself and going to sleep? Murong Laogou and others also showed a look of despair. Several veterans twitched their faces and were about to leave the examination room. It was too embarrassing to be here.

At this moment, Wang Ke suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes were bright. He reached out and picked up the brush beside him and started writing.

"When the Holy Emperor comes out for eternity, one word comes out of the world in the morning!"

When Wang Ke wrote the first stroke, Wang Ke felt the pen tremble, as if the paper in front of him was locked by something, as if an invisible energy surged from the Confucian Temple not far away, and was straight towards his own writing.

"boom!"

In an instant, a large amount of colorful light rushed out from the pen, instantly rushing to Wang Ke’s head. This colorful light illuminated Wang Ke’s sky in one go.

The dazzling light at this moment made all the examinees in the exam move.

"Who is it? Whose literary spirit? So dazzling?" the examiner said in surprise.

Everyone saw the candidate clearly, yes, is it Wang Ke? Is it Wang Ke recommended by the Temple of War?

"How is it possible? He just wrote the first sentence, and he had so much literary spirit? This is just the first sentence. If he continues to write, is that literary spirit great?" An examiner exclaimed.

Cao Xiong stared at the literary air above Wang Ke's head: "This is impossible, this is impossible, it must be an illusion, it must be an illusion! I have checked all Wang Ke's information, but he has never written an article at all. How could so much literary air be emitted?"

In the stands, the veterans and gangsters who felt embarrassed to leave were all stopped when they started.

"Grandpa, what's the matter? Old Dog, can this Wang write an article? He just wrote the first sentence, and he was so literary?" A group of veterans stared at Murong Old Dog.

But when I saw Murong Old Dog, I saw Murong Old Dog sucking his mouth!

"Ba!Ba!"

"What are you doing?" a veteran plead said in amazement.

"I'll beat myself to see if I'm dreaming!" Murong Old Gou also stared at me and screamed.

"Bang!"

The veteran slapped the old man Murong on the face.

"What are you doing to hit me?" Murong Old Dog said angrily.

"How can you make sure if you suck yourself so lightly? Let me make sure it is for you. Now, are you awake? Are you not dreaming?" asked the veteran.

Old Murong glared at the veteran pussy with vicious eyes: "Damn, I don't want you to confirm! Who asked you to suck me?"

"You haven't told us that Wang Ke is so good to write an article!"

"That's it! We were all leaving just now. The people from our Temple of War have written such a good article. If I leave, wouldn't it be embarrassing to see these civil servants?"

"That's right, Murong Old Dog, you are not authentic!"

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A group of veterans criticized Murong Old Dog.

"I don't know, I don't know! Ask Zhang Zhengdao! He and Wang Ke are the most familiar!" Murong Old Gou glared.

A group of people looked at Zhang Zhengdao. Zhang Zhengdao's face also had a stiffness: "I, I don't know, I have never seen Wang Ke write articles before! In my impression, Wang Ke can besides bragging, he can make money! I haven't read any articles he has written!"

"Then this is...!" Everyone asked in confusion.

I saw that Wang Ke continued to write that Wang Ke’s article was not a flash in the pan, not just the first sentence was wonderful, but the more you wrote it, the more exciting it became, the more literary it became.

"Bang!"

I saw that as Wang Ke continued to write, the literary atmosphere above Wang Ke's head gushed and condensed, and soon the beautiful appearance of thin silk was condensed. Moreover, this beautiful article continued to enlarge and became clearer and clearer!

"The literary spirit of the beautiful article level? How is this true or false? Wang Ke is going to fly!" Zhang Zhengdao glared.

"Who said that our Temple of War is illiterate? Damn, can illiterate write such a beautiful article?" A veteran punk suddenly said excitedly.

"That's right, this is the representative of our God of War Temple, which represents the knowledge and cultural level of our God of War Temple! Damn, my God of War Temple is going to be proud!"

"Go quickly, call some old guys over and say that our War God Temple is going to slap their civil servants in the face!"

"That's right, Wang Ke represents our God of War Temple. Don't be framed and slandered by these civil servants later. Go and call people and call more people!"

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A group of veterans from the Temple of War became excited in an instant.
Chapter completed!