The ink painting was awakened by the bell of Cangyun Sect.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and then he realized that he was participating in the first-grade formation master's fixed-grade assessment, and at this time, he had only one cup of tea before the assessment was over.

Mo Hua checked his answer sheet again, and found that there was no problem, so he lay on the table again, waiting to hand in the paper.

The desktop is smooth and cool, and it is quite comfortable to lie down.

But the examiner always stared at himself, making Mo Hua a little uncomfortable.

But he is an examiner, so it seems that there is no problem with doing this.

After a cup of tea, the bell rang again.

One after another, a formation master sealed the answer sheet and handed it over to the examiner.

Ink painting also copied the rules and mixed in the crowd, and handed over his answers to the examiner.

Mo Hua felt that he was already very low-key, but along the way, there were still many formation masters watching him.

There was also the examiner who looked serious and didn't look at him, but he just stared at him, and even felt a little reluctant to speak.

This made Mo Hua a little confused.

He didn't do anything...

Could it be that I went to bed after taking the exam?

After handing over the paper, Mo Hua left Wenxian Hall and suddenly felt relaxed.

The assessment itself was not tiring, and he finished the answer soon.

Instead, it was a bit tiring to be stared at by others.

The ink painting has strong spiritual consciousness, and he can detect it whenever someone looks at him.

When others see him, his spiritual sense will move with him. Over time, he is still very tired.

After the exam, Mo Hua had to stay in Cangyun Sect for three days.

Within these three days, the examiners from Tianshu Pavilion will review the answer sheet, review the formation, and finally evaluate the quota of the first-grade formation master.

When Mo Hua was free, he practiced the formation by himself, or went to Qingshan City with his father Moshan. When he encountered interesting things, he bought some and thought about going back to give them to his mother.

Two days later, the answer sheet has been reviewed.

In the closed hall, the first-grade answer sheet was temporarily drafted and put together.

There are several examination rooms for the fixed-quality assessment, and each examination room has an examiner. At this time, these examiners gather together and began to discuss the agreed-upon products:

"This Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City is 196 years old and has a masterpiece of writing. According to my opinion, he can be awarded a first-rate..."

"I don't think it's very good to have conservativeness and lack spiritual transformation."

"Qingshan City, Yang Xu, 86 years old, has a profound formation and can be called young and promising."

"The Yang family has a good foundation. They are only 86 years old and are a little younger. Please give them more places to the old formation masters..."

"How many places do we have?"

"There are not many more. Several big families have greeted each other and asked for a few places. There are also some sects, and there are still two places. They donated by Jindan monks with spirit stones for their younger generations..."

"There are only less than five left."

"Oh... it's so difficult." An examiner sighed.

"What else should I do? The superiors say hello, we can't afford to offend, and we can't ignore it..."

...

Several examiners were talking.

A stereotypical examiner here looked at an answer sheet without saying a word, and his face was full of incredible feelings.

"Brother Zhao, what are you looking at?" An examiner asked curiously.

The examiner surnamed Zhao came to his senses, then spread the answer sheet in his hand and said slowly:

"You see this formation..."

Everyone looked over and were all a little surprised:

"Good brushwork!"

"I have a deep foundation!"

"The flowing water is done in one go, and it has a bit of a master's style..."

"It's really good!"

...

After praise, the examiner immediately said:

"We actually missed such a good formation?"

"Such formation attainment is not within the ranks of drafting first-grade?"

A middle-aged examiner smiled bitterly when he heard this:

"I picked it out..."

Others frowned and asked, "Why?"

The examiner pointed to the name column at the edge of the answer sheet, "Guess how old is this formation master?"

The word "ink painting" is written on the rolled eyebrows.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other and speculated:

"How can you be one or two hundred years old with such a profound foundation?"

"I guess more than two hundred..."

"It is not impossible to be within one hundred years old. After all, there are countless geniuses among the formation masters..."

The middle-aged examiner said slowly: "Thirteen years old."

Everyone was stunned.

"How many?"

"Thirteen."

"What a joke."

"At the age of thirteen, how many formations can you draw and how many formation books have you read?"

"One hundred and thirty years old is almost the same..."

The examiner surnamed Zhao sighed, "It's thirteen years old."

The room was quiet for a while.

"Is he really thirteen?"

"Impossible."

"What about the cheating guy?"

"Is this his own painting? Could it be someone who wrote it on his behalf..."

"Someone invigilator, how do you write for the exam?"

"Who is this person invigilator?"

The examiner named Zhao, who had a serious and stereotypical face, said lightly: "It's me."

Everyone couldn't speak now.

Someone asked, "Brother Zhao, did he really draw this formation himself?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao smiled bitterly, "Yes."

He didn't want to believe it, but the formation was in front of him, so he had to believe it.

Before, he just wanted to take out the ink paintings and see what he had painted. If it was really nonsense, he would report to Tianshu Pavilion to hold the local Daotingsi accountable.

But I didn't expect that this formation made him ashamed...

Someone asked the middle-aged examiner, "Since that's the case, this child is so well drawn, why did you remove him alone?"

The middle-aged examiner said helplessly: "He is too young... a formation master under a hundred years old is a first-class rank. We must consider it carefully, not to mention that he is only thirteen..."

"If you really give him a rank, others will definitely say that we have a shady story..."

An examiner nodded, "No need to say anything, I feel that there is a shady situation."

"What a pity... This formation is so well drawn. I feel inferior to myself anyway..."

Everyone felt a little regretful.

The examiner surnamed Zhao said in a deep voice: "Give him a rank."

Several other formation masters were stunned.

The middle-aged examiners frowned and said:

"If you give him a first-rate, you will be questioned and criticized. If Tianshu Pavilion pursues it, we will be in trouble."

"And he is too young, so there are many opportunities in the future, so there is no need to rush this time."
To be continued...