At this time, the book pavilion filled with books was already a little more like printing ink. Yan Ruyu, surrounded by literary spirit, was sitting upright in the center of the book pavilion, facing Wei Ze. Beside them, there were printed test papers like hills piled up. They were collected by the official handover two days ago and transported to the designated location. Then they were directly transferred to the book pavilion through the transfer technique that Wei Ze had already drawn.

"The word is like the person, and the heart is observed by the word."

Yan Ruyu recited silently, brushing her fingers across the stacks of test papers in front of her, and the light golden literary spirit on her body flowed through her fingers to the paper, dyeing all the hills of the papers into golden color.

"The so-called calligraphy is the heart painting. The brush and ink are enough to reflect the human atmosphere... The students' sincerity is condensed into the characters, and let me see one or two of them."

As the words came to an end, the vast golden literary atmosphere surged in the book pavilion. Under the waves of the ocean, the hills of the papers trembled, and the stacked papers flew out one by one. Bathed in the waves of this literary atmosphere, the printed fonts on the papers did not change at all, but the handwritten characters were floating as if they were alive, and tiny particles flowed out from the handwriting of the answer sheets.

——This is the so-called "seeing words is like a face, and looking at the heart with handwriting". Handwritten words must contain the writer's mood and emotions at that time, and it is this emotion that forms a tiny literary atmosphere in the handwriting. This dynamic of life cannot be imitated by modern printing anyway.

In front of Yan Ruyu, the literary saint, as long as the literary qi exists, it can be transformed into the spiritual power he can use, and it can be mobilized at will as his hands and feet. Under his guidance, the small and small pieces of literary qi on each test paper were completely withdrawn, floating on the surface of the test paper, emitting a strange color.

This scene is shocking: thousands of test papers are floating in the book pavilion with a shimmering light, centered on Yan Ruyu, flowing with a small literary atmosphere, and the trajectory is orderly and undisturbed. It’s just that unlike Yan Ruyu’s own literary atmosphere, the breath that was extracted is full of anxiety, caution and tension... It is the heart that the answerer writes is the integration of the heart.

Wen Sheng is worthy of being Wen Sheng. Not only can he transform into pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but he can even control the signature pen... Wei Ze exclaimed in his heart, but he stood up and pushed open the side door of the book pavilion - the door faced a wall, and at this time there was a wandering ghost face waiting on the wall.

"Everything is ready."

Wei Ze nodded, closed his fingers and pointed the paper scrolls that were radiant in the book pavilion, led them out of the ocean of literary energy and flew to the wall carving ghosts.

The ghost face on the wall opened its mouth, spit out its gray tongue, and quickly swept over the sheets floating in the air in front of it. The tip of the tongue wrapped a few sheets of sheets that were emitting gray air, and then they directly put the sheets into their mouths. After chewing for a few times, they disappeared, which was more efficient than a paper shredder.

The wall carving ghost can see the human nature and identify evil thoughts, which naturally also includes the unjust heart contained in the writing of the mind.

Although the notice announced the closed-book exam at that time, the answers were actually conducted at the candidates' homes and there was no monitoring method. Under the inertial thinking of determining success or failure of scores, some people inevitably have to make some wrong thoughts.

According to the reference book, several people answered the papers together and even checked them directly with their mobile phones... Wei Ze had expected this scene. It would be better to say that it was because of this situation that he deliberately made the question public, and most of the answers could even be found on Baidu, in order to find out these people who were impure.

Yan Ruyu's "Seeing words and faces" can embody the heart in the handwriting, and any strange thoughts in the heart cannot escape the sense of the wall-carved ghost. This ghost face used to swallow evil thoughts from prisoners. At this time, what he swallowed was the papers for those who were not upright.

I didn't know if I didn't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it. After sifting it, nearly half of the 2,000 answers were cheating test papers swallowed by wall carving ghosts. Then I sifted out those surfaces that were messy and obviously had a hard foundation and answered randomly. There were only a thousand left in the remaining papers.

But Wei Ze still didn't look at the answers to the papers themselves. He just snapped his fingers and called out Wu Xin, pointing to the floating heart qi: "You can also hear the heart sound contained in this heart qi? Tell me the meaning of this central qi."

"Yes, sir." Wu Xin's voice sounded in his ears, "The meaning of this kind of heart is... I must be admitted to Kunlun University! Become a real immortal, take the whole family to prolong their life, and protect their family in the revival of spiritual energy."

"Well, this one can be, stay." Wei Ze nodded and pointed to the second one, "Let's continue listening, what does this kind of heart mean?"

"This is... I want to be admitted to Kunlun University, learn sword control and formation, and set up a brand new logistics industry that uses flight transfer as a transportation method, kill all express companies now, and make a lot of money."

"Uh... this one is quite ambitious, stay here. What about this one?"

"It turns out that I want to study religious studies abroad, but every time I draw cards and shout God for blessing, I have never won the lottery. Instead, I called out a few days ago that Laojun in the sky and was about to appear and shipped. I feel that it is better to believe in God than to believe in local gods... I should just be a cultivator!"

"...Okay, stay."

In the next half day, using Wuxin's ability to listen to the thoughts contained in this small thousand test papers, such as those who want to replenish the kidneys through qi refining, those who want to study spiritual energy hair generation, and even those who want to go to a blessed place to see if they can develop real estate... There are many strange reasons. After reading it, Wei Ze could only sigh that these students know how to cultivate immortals more than themselves.

Among them, another wave of people with weak minds were screened out. For example, those who wanted to go to the university of immortals and did not need to do a graduation thesis, and those who came to practice immortals in order not to move bricks in the laboratory, they felt that female immortals must be very beautiful and wanted to come and have a wife... All candidates with this kind of escaped idea were screened out, and those unrighteous thoughts like "As an immortal, you can do whatever you want" were removed. In the end, only more than 600 copies were left.

Now that the spiritual energy has just been learned by the world, the public still does not know the meaning of the cultivation of immortals. It is already very good to have so many people come with sincerity.

"Is this the one who will be left behind?"

Yan Ruyu turned over the stacks of papers that were finally left in the book cabinet and looked at the names one by one: "In just one year, the students of Kunlun University will grow ten times... It is really unpredictable. In this wave of spiritual energy, people in the world responded to the immortal path..."
Chapter completed!