Chapter 159: Chapter 158-writing a broken chapter from memory (Part 2) _1

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What is junior sister Yue saying? Yuan chaohui could faintly hear the word token arrow.

Yue Mingzhu quietly cast a glance at Xia qingchen and shook her head lightly. Its nothing,

Xia qingchen was still a disciple who hadnt entered the sect yet. It was better not to publicize the matter of him holding a token arrow.

Heng qianmo was already getting impatient. Junior sister Yue, the myriad cla.s.sics tower token arrow is a rare sight, what are you hesitating for? If we miss this chance, it will be very difficult to see the token arrow again.

However, the moon Pearl was very determined.

I will only be together with big brother qingchen. Yue Mingzhu said.

Yuan chaohuis brows furrowed.

To speak the truth, so what if Xia qingchen joined the gathering?

It was just that he found it hard to swallow this.

Back then, he had worked hard to enter the Nebula sect. What right did Xia qingchen, who had relied on his connections, have to receive his nurturing and guidance?

However, the relations.h.i.+p between the moon Pearl and this person was not shallow.

Alright, since miss Yue has said so, then you Yuan chaohui looked at Xia qingchen, speaking in a charitable tone.

He was allowed to join the party, but he could be ignored.

It was just that Xia qingchen didnt have the slightest interest in this so-called gathering.

The reason they gathered was to discuss the news of the test or to exchange martial arts.

However, Xia qingchen didnt need any information!

As long as one was strong enough, there was no need to pay attention to the test.

He was also unwilling to exchange martial arts.

He was hardly interested in low-level martial arts exchanges.

Miss Yue, you should go. I have my own things to do. Xia qingchen spoke.

Exchanging for the qualifications to enter the WAN Jing tower was undoubtedly more important than the meaningless gathering.

With that said, Yue Mingzhu naturally did not insist and obediently nodded.

Alright, Ill tell you if I get any useful information.

Upon hearing this, Yuan chaohuis brows relaxed and he cast a sidelong glance at Xia qingchen.

It was as if he was saying, at least you know your place.

Xia qingchen turned a blind eye to it and went to the myriad cla.s.sics tower alone.

The ten thousand cla.s.sics tower was the core of Nebula sect.

Thus, there were experts guarding both inside and outside.

Xia qingchen held the token in his hand and only managed to enter the building after going through three tests.

However, it did not seem to be the right time.

Nine disciples of different ages were squatting on the ground.

There was a stone bench in front of each of them, on which a white paper was laid. Each of them was holding a brush and thinking hard.

A red-haired old man anxiously weaved through the crowd with his hands behind his back.

His eyes swept over the white paper in front of them again and again.

No, no, what you wrote is definitely wrong!

Youre wrong too!

Its still not right!

The old man pointed out his mistakes from time to time, his eyebrows raised high.

The disciples were helpless, but they could only worry.

It turned out that there was an extremely precious book in the myriad Scripture tower. It had been damp for a while, and the words were all blurred and unrecognizable.

Those who had borrowed this book before were called over by the myriad cla.s.sic towers tower master.

He wanted them to use their memory to write down this one and only book from memory.

However, it had been at least half a year since they borrowed this book, and at most four to five years.

How could he still remember the contents?

Al! Do you read books like dragonflies skimming the surface of the water? None of them remembered the content! The OPs face was taut as he criticized sternly.

The nine disciples smiled bitterly and could only bury their heads to listen to the criticism.

The old man stomped his feet in anger.

As the pavilion head, he cherished the books in the myriad Scripture Pavilion the most.

The damp heavenly abyss record recorded many secrets of the world and was one of the 100 most precious books in the myriad cla.s.sics tower.

His heart ached for it to be destroyed like this.

All of a sudden, the old man glanced at the pine tree in the distance. Xia qingchen was standing there calmly, waiting.

So it turned out that Xia qingchen saw that they had something to do and was waiting patiently at the side.

Youre also here to write the deep heaven record Usually, no one would come to the WAN Jing house. Those who came now were most likely people who came to write from memory.

Why are you only here now? Hurry up and get over here! The old man waved his hand.

Xia qingchen walked over and said, tower Lord, Im here to

To borrow the myriad cla.s.sics towers books, one must obtain the tower Lords permission.

The old man in front of him should be the tower master.

I know what youre here for, hurry up and write! The manor Lord interrupted Xia qingchen and pulled him to a stone bench, giving him paper, ink, brush, and an inkstone.

Xia qingchen was stunned. no. Im here.

What nonsense are you talking about? quickly write! The tower master interrupted him impatiently.

Xia qingchen had a speechless look on his face.

He had come to borrow books for no reason, so why had he been dragged to write the deep sky record?

However, looking at the tower masters anxious and unhappy expression, if no one finished writing the deep heaven record today, it would probably be difficult to borrow the book from him.

Alright, I can write it, but which one do you want me to write? Xia qingchen sighed.

It wouldnt take more than ten minutes to write one anyway.

The tower master was stunned, the deep heaven record is the deep heaven record, how many more? Dont talk nonsense, quickly write!

The heavenly abyss record was a famous work with a very long history.

It recorded all the secrets of the world.

This record was divided into three volumes: heaven, earth, and man. One volume had 18 pieces, and the other had 49 parts.

In total, there were 2646 of them.

If he didnt say it clearly, how would Xia qingchen know which one to write from memory?

He glanced at the disciple beside him.

The disciple was a calm woman in a light yellow long robe, about 24 years old.

She had an alluring figure, fair skin, and an excellent appearance.

Naturally, Xia qingchen wasnt looking at her. He was looking at the words she was currently writing.

He recognized it at the beginning and murmured, So its the 29th volume of the human chapters Haoran scroll.

Not only had Xia qingchen read the [ heavenly abyss records ], but over 1000 of them had also been personally written by him.

He naturally remembered the contents.

He immediately picked up the pen and started writing.

At the start, the pavilion Lord didnt pay much attention to Xia qingchen.

The stronger a martial artists cultivation was, the more powerful their memory would be.

The senior disciples were so powerful, but they couldnt even remember it.

Xia qingchen was too young, and it would probably be very hard for him to remember.

However, Xia qingchens brush moved as though it was flying. The rustling sounds were like music, unending.

It was hard for the pavilion Lord to not notice Xia qingchen.

The other nine disciples also stopped writing and looked at Xia qingchen with strange expressions on their faces.

This is fake, right? Hes writing it down so quickly?

The white paper in front of Xia qingchen was like snowflakes, fluttering in the air one after another.

Every page was filled with neat and concise bold words.

what? the OP walked over and frowned slightly. dont write nonsense!

Even someone who had just read it couldnt possibly write it down so quickly, right?

Moreover, Xia qingchens writing was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water. He didnt need to think at all, as if he was able to write at will.

Anyone who saw it would think that he was writing nonsense.

Xia qingchen wasnt moved. He concentrated and continued to write in one go.

Seeing that he didnt respond, the floor master snorted and warned, lf you can write it, then write it. If you cant, then forget it. If you write nonsense, this old man will deduct a few stars from you!

Hearing this, the nine disciples clicked their tongues.

The so-called Star was something that all the disciples of Nebula sect were working hard to obtain.

The number of stars determined how much martial arts resources a disciple could get in Nebula sect.

For example, cultivation grounds, elixirs, powerful martial arts techniques, guidance from famous teachers, and so on..