When he first traveled to the Ming Dynasty, Wu Jie would return to modern society smoothly every day when he fell asleep. Similarly, when he fell asleep in modern society, he would also come to Ming Dynasty. He just shuttled back and forth between the two worlds every day, without exception.

Just like Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, I don’t know if it was Wu Jie in the Ming Dynasty who dreamed of Wu Jie in modern society or the other way around.

In the end, my nerves were a little broken.

He was also deeply troubled by this, fearing that one day he would make himself a madman.

Fortunately, things are developing towards the better, and gradually, dreams are getting fewer and fewer. At the beginning, it was only two days to dream once, then three days, sometimes even four days. At the same time, things that lost time even happened in modern society.

Wu Jie knew that if he continued to develop like this, one day he would travel to the Ming Dynasty completely and never go back.

It can't be said to be good or bad. He was originally a scattered person. In his opinion, modern social life is dark for him, and even if he can't go back, it's no big deal.

On the contrary, the colorful and hopeful Ming Dynasty was full of passion for him. It would be a good thing if he could travel through time thoroughly.

For this, he also made a lot of preparations. This is true both mentally and in the best.

However, at this moment, such a thing happened. When I was anxious to return to modern society, I had no dreams.

This discovery made Wu Jie a little depressed. Looking back, he had not dreamed for three days. When he returned to modern society next time, he didn't know when he would have to wait.

If you can't go back now.

A thud in my mind and suddenly I became a little panicked.

Wu Jie was dazed in the examination room and was frustrated by the three examiners outside. Bao Yingxia's eyes fell majestic on Wu Jie, and she refused to leave for a moment, and her expression became more and more serious. However, the Xuejian Zheng couldn't help but rub his hands and feet, and only sighed softly.

Because of the discipline in the exam room, it is difficult for the three of them to give a reminder.

After a while, the professor of the Ministry couldn't stand it and coughed heavily.

This sound alarmed Wu Jie who was in confusion.

Wu Jie looked outside and saw three adults standing anxiously, looking at the sunset that was already westward, and was surprised: It was almost evening, why am I still stunned here? No matter what fate is waiting for me, the exam in front of me is related to Mr. Wu's future. Let's deal with this exam first. The college exam will last for two days and two nights, and there is time to travel back to modern society. Then it's time to hurry up. What's the matter? Wait for a while and you'll be the time to hand in the paper. If you don't ask questions, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But, it's time, is it too late?

"Is it still too late?" Outside the examination room, the three examiners saw Wu Jie wake up and thought so while they took a breath.

Wu Jie rubbed his hands and lifted his pen.

After thinking about it again, he shook his head and put the pen down.

"Why are you going to be too late for this Wu Shizhen..." Professor Fuxue finally couldn't help but whisper.

"Silent and quiet." Bao Yingxia reminded him not to speak.

But I thought to myself, yes, two eight-legged essays are simple to say, but they first write down the draft, carefully consider the words and sentences, and then copy them. Time is tight, but care is messy. If I were on the court, I was afraid that it would be difficult to write. Even if everything went well, I would not know when I would finish writing.

Just in a hurry, Wu Jie picked another pen from the exam basket, put the tip of the pen to see it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"So that's it. He wants to choose a familiar pen!" Bao Yingxia nodded, looked at each other with the other two examiners, and laughed at each other.

Everyone is from a professional class, so naturally knows the significance of good pens to candidates. Each brush looks the same, but different materials and different workmanship vary greatly when used. Some brushes are round and full when written, while others are dry and sluggish. Use of brushes with poor quality not only affects the speed of composition, but also damages the mood.

Also, the candidates in the imperial examination field have read the books of sages for their whole lives, although they are proud and sometimes they are a little superstitious. If they use a certain pen to overcome all the difficulties in the previous few games, they think that this brush has brought them good luck.

Wu Jie's move is probably based on the same idea.

This is understandable.

However, after Wu Jie took out the pen, he held up his left hand, then lifted another pen with his right hand, and dipped a full tube of ink into the inkstone.

"What is this guy doing?" The three examiners were puzzled.

The next scene almost made them scream.

I saw that Wu Jie worked together and wrote on two different papers. His hands and feet were quick and his movements were smooth.

"This..." Shen Xuezheng finally got angry and shouted in a low voice: "What is this Wu Jie doing?"

"Don't be anxious." Bao Yingxia reached out and grabbed the auditing and political affairs and whispered: "He is doing two different articles at the same time. It's not bad, good, and he is dedicated to it and does not add any more words. It's true."

"It's impossible to use it with one mind and two things, can it still be like this?" Shen Xuezheng shouted in surprise.

"Why can't it be?" Bao Yingxia touched the beard on her jaw and smiled: "It's just an ordinary skill. Although you and I can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it. As far as I know, Zhang Juzheng and Uncle Zhang can do it. Back then, when he and his official were visiting a banquet in the capital, they once drew and wrote poems. The paintings were made and the poems were passed down as a legend. Zhang Baigui liked to make some dazzling things in his life and scared them."

"Really, how is that possible?"

"In fact, it is not difficult to have such skills. You can practice it even if you come down. You can draw circles with one hand and the other, and you will get used to it."

"That's it." Shen Xuezheng couldn't help but stretch out his index fingers on his left and right hands and tried it on his clothes. It was done at the beginning, but he couldn't draw it a few times, and he felt restless and confused.

At this time, he was shocked. After only a few strokes, he was completely confused. Wu Jie had to write two articles at the same time, from brewing to writing, the beginning, inheritance, and transition of the article. If he went to the exam room, he had to think about it for a long time and think clearly before he could write.

But Wu Jie seemed to be writing without thinking.

"Isn't this Wu Shizhen giving up on his own, right?" He didn't care about the rules of the exam room, so he walked up and looked inside.

When I saw this, I was shocked.

I saw that Wu Jie's two pens were like rafters and purlins, and his pen was like flying.

One paper is the handsome and elegant Wang Xizhi, and the other paper is the dignified and steady Weibei.

His sleeves were rolled up high, and his slender arms were flipped up and down, like a butterfly.

In a moment, the two articles were written into the middle-selling part at the same time, and the words were scattered about three hundred times.

“It’s really…too fast…”

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