He stood behind and looked into the tray. There were stacks of white paper in the tray, but there was only one brush. However, no matter which senior brother took the paper and pen, there was still a brush in the tray. The brush seemed to be there forever, and it seemed to be inexhaustible.

Soon, Huang Jingxuan had already walked to Han Yiming. Han Yiming had not seen this master for a while. He saw that the second master was as good as before. He felt friendly when he came to him. But Huang Jingxuan did not look up and looked at the tray in his hand. Han Yiming reached out to take the pen and paper, and Huang Jingxuan went over to him. Seeing that the senior brothers in front of him were sitting cross-legged on the grass, he also sat down and waited for the master to speak.

Not long after, except for Ding Wu, everyone took paper and pen. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang returned to Qin Wufang. Qin Wuxing said: "As a leader, in the future, in the long journey of cultivation, it is inevitable that he will explain confusion and diligence to his fellow disciples and his junior disciples. Then he requires the new leader to speak and listen to the words and words. I will say a word of Lingshan magic. You will write them down with your own notes. Then you will send them your names here. Who can write them well and have the qualifications to be the leader of Lingshan." After a pause, he said: "You will also ask your junior brothers and sisters to write this magic together. When you can break them apart in the future, you will have no more false words."

All the disciples said, "Okay!" They each started writing and listened carefully to Qin Wufang's next words. Qin Wufang said, "The Dharma gathers all things, and the techniques gather together." After that, they kept silent. Han Yiming was still waiting for the master to continue speaking, so the pen was waiting. However, after waiting for a while, there was no movement. Only then did he realize that the master had finished speaking. Just like these eight words, seeing that the senior brothers were walking around the side, he penned on the white paper in his left hand, and wrote his name on the eight words, put down his pen, blew it on the paper, and blew the ink marks, and then carefully folded it in half.

He held the white paper in his hand and was about to stand up when he saw that the senior brothers around him were still using their pens as if they were flying. Han Yiming couldn't help but wonder, was he really writing like a god? He wrote so quickly? But he obviously had dried the ink traces, and then he folded it up. Even if he had to write very quickly, he had to wait for the ink traces to dry, the time required was much more than when writing. However, the senior brothers had not finished writing yet, and he couldn't help but feel very strange.

He sat for a while and saw a man standing up, holding the white paper in his hands and walking forward. When he looked at his back, he knew that it was Sima Lingyi, the second uncle, the fifth uncle and the sixth uncle had already stopped. Han Yiming had also stood up and handed the white paper on it. As soon as his body moved, he saw Ding Wu standing behind everyone. Ding Wu had a rough face, but his temperament was very harmonious. Han Yiming couldn't see whether he could recite these two sentences as expected. This senior brother was really beyond his expectations. He never thought that the master told Ding Wu privately about the title. Seeing that the master was so solemn, the strength of this school would never be used to play with it. However, this senior brother who was not usually eye-catching and silent was surprising everywhere, and he had to look at him with admiration.

What Han Yiming didn't understand was when Ding Wu saw the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror? Just now, Shen Ruofu stood up beside him and walked forward. It seemed that Shen Ruofu had finished writing. Han Yiming turned around, stood up, took the white paper and walked to the master. There was a tray floating in front of Qin Wu, with the answers written by the senior brothers. Han Yiming walked to the tray, put his answers on it, and walked to Shen Ruofu.

Chen Ruofu was curious and asked Han Yiming in a low voice: "Junior brother, what did you write?" Before Han Yiming answered, Zhao Haoyang's voice said: "You can't talk about this matter. It's not too late to talk again." Chen Ruofu looked at Han Yiming and said: "Yes." Zhao Haoyang turned around and walked away. Han Yiming glanced at Chen Ruofu, but saw Chen Ruofu spitting out his tongue slightly, looking a little sloppy, and couldn't help but smile and turn his head away.

After a while, the senior brothers and sisters of the tenth grade had already come here. The tray was filled with white paper folded in half but was penetrated by ink. There were still several senior brothers writing hard there, and there were Ding Wu, but he was standing quietly. Han Yiming was wondering, suddenly raised what the fourth uncle said to him in the past: "Mortals have their own opinions, their own laws, and these opinions make what they see and hear differently. Especially smart people have more laws, and they are the easiest to be misled by their intelligence." Is it completely different for everyone to hear only eight words?

Yes, the fourth uncle once said that when he paid attention to the magic of each senior brother, the mantras that each person recited were completely different from the master's teachings. Could it be that he really wanted to look at this different today? Han Yiming couldn't help but feel excited. Seeing that the last few senior brothers had already stood up one after another and placed the white paper with the words written on it in the wooden plate. Qin Wufang glanced at the wooden plate and said, "Okay, all the disciples have handed over the answer here. Ding Wu, come forward." Ding Wu walked up as he spoke, and Qin Wufang said, "Now you are the only one who has never written it. You don't write either. How about you tell what you heard and give your brothers a testimony to you?"

Ding Wu said, "Yes." He turned to the disciples here and said, "My brothers, I can't read. I can only say it and write it out. When I hear it, I can't think it's written out. The eight words my master said before are: Dharma gathers all things, and techniques gather all kinds of techniques." Han Yiming was already surprised before he could see what the shapes of the senior brothers around him were. Ding Wu also heard these eight words, and he said it very well!

Suddenly someone around him pulled his sleeve. Han Yiming turned around and Chen Ruofu whispered: "Little Junior Brother, what words did you hear and write?" Han Yiming wanted to say that the eight words on his title were also the ones, but he didn't know how to say it. He just glanced at Chen Ruofu and turned back to look at Ding Wu.
Chapter completed!