Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

At night, Su Baichen moved into his small room of about ten square meters.

This room is located on the side of Changchun Palace near Linyuan. Although the space is narrow, the air is excellent and the lighting is good.

Just a wall away lies a lush forest, but it's a pity there are no windows in the wall, otherwise the view would be quite beautiful.

Even now, he still felt somewhat incredulous, thinking that the entrance exam had been far too easy.

To him, those illusions all seemed somewhat unreal, and he could tell them off at a glance.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. He's only just entered the sect; he still needs to train in the outer sect for a while.

He was simply curious whether Wang Xingyuan and Lin Zhaodi, who had come with him, had passed the test.

After thinking about it for a while, he noticed that there was even a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone left for him in this small room...

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He then ground ink, spread out paper, and picked up a brush to write quickly on the white paper.

His calligraphy wasn't particularly well-practiced, so it was quite average, but the content he wrote was very sophisticated...

The Great Dao gives birth, and Heaven and Earth enjoy eternal spring. Yin and Yang operate in harmony, and the four seasons never decline. The Dao is originally empty, yet it gives birth to One, containing true essence. This One Qi spreads and transforms, and all things prosper...

He didn't know what it was, but he wrote down the scriptures that Feng Linzi had been repeatedly reciting on the road, word for word.

He didn't know some of the rare characters, so he could only use a similar-sounding character to replace them, and then make a mark to ask about them later when he had the chance.

This scripture has a total of 763 characters, which is not long, but every word is precious and full of content.

As for why he was able to remember...

Just kidding. Since we've already decided to perform well to get into Changchun Palace, how can we not keep an eye on Fenglinzi's every move?

How could Feng Linzi not remember an article of less than eight hundred words, which he read aloud repeatedly?

Moreover, having transmigrated here, he retained his memories from his previous life and also experienced growth in this life, making his spiritual strength significantly more abundant than that of ordinary people.

This was also the key to his previous confidence that he could change his own destiny and social class. He believed that he could change his fate through the imperial examination with his excellent memory and thinking ability.

Now, he's simply embarked on a path he prefers.

He felt very comfortable while reciting this scripture from memory. His whole body felt warm, tingling, and numb. A sense of great satisfaction gradually emerged in his originally empty heart.

For no apparent reason, he felt a surge of heat in his eyes and tears welled up in his eyes.

He wiped his face, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up...

Su Baichen's expression was strange at this moment. The little boy was crying and laughing at the same time, yet he was relaxed and full of vitality, like a lost migratory bird that had finally found its way...

He wrote down the entire scripture in one go.

He then picked it up and read it aloud repeatedly.

While reciting, he suddenly had a feeling and began to revise and edit, changing the originally uncertain words into the words in his heart.

I don't know if this is right or wrong, but it doesn't matter, I'll just have to ask someone when the time comes.

He only knew that he was feeling very emotional as he repeatedly recited the text. Gradually, it was as if a hole had opened in his head, and his thoughts began to diverge, constantly interacting with many indescribable things outside.

But he soon felt unwell again.

He was deeply moved, but he didn't know how to express his thoughts, so he was stuck in the middle, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Feeling distressed, he simply put down his pen and paper and went to sleep.

He has an early class tomorrow, so he can't afford to be late on the first day.

……

The next morning, he packed his things and walked out of his room full of anticipation.

He slept very well that night because the room, though small, was very soundproof, which naturally made for a good night's sleep.

Soon, a number of disciples appeared in the courtyard. They were all new disciples from the same batch, but they seemed to have arrived earlier than them.

"Brother Wang, that's great, you're here too."

Su Baichen spotted Wang Xingyuan, who had thick dark circles under his eyes, in the crowd and immediately went over to him.

Wang Xingyuan looked exhausted, and his body was even a little unsteady as he walked, looking like he was utterly worn out.

However, he eventually mastered the basics.

Upon spotting a familiar child among a group of strangers, Wang Xingyuan's expression softened.

"Young Master Su, you've come in too..."

He paused, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "You took the path through the woods; what kind of test was there?"

He felt a little resentful seeing Su Baichen's energetic appearance.

Before Su Baichen could answer, someone beside him replied, "Over there in the woods? That's the extremely dangerous 'Illusory Path of Return,' where almost every step is disturbed by incredibly realistic and mind-altering illusions... Once you're bewitched and immersed in those illusions, it's considered a failure, and you'll go back to where you came from. That's why it's called the 'Illusory Path of Return.'"

Some busybodies said, "Come on, it's not that scary. Actually, as long as you can hold on to your original intention and get through one illusion, you've already reached the entry level."

"Even if you don't know that you've lost yourself in an illusion, as long as you still remember to find the path of cultivation, you're considered qualified."

"It's just an entry test, nothing that mysterious. The real difficulty is the preliminary examination of the outer sect three months later. If you can pass the preliminary examination, you will be on the rise to the top in one step... The elders of Changchun Palace will not let the true disciples waste their time in the outer sect."

Upon hearing this, Su Baichen immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Senior brother, what if we fail the preliminary exam in three months?"

"However? Then we can only wait for the annual big exam. At that time, everything will depend on our accumulated experience and strength. There will be no room for luck."

"What if it still hasn't passed after a year?"

"Then wait another year, or two or three years, it doesn't matter. As long as you can endure it, Changchun Palace won't kick you out."

"Don't waste time, morning class is about to start, we need to grab a good seat near the front."

The person who had just been chatting with Su Baichen and the others had already left in a hurry.

Su Baichen quickly pulled Wang Xingyuan aside and said, "Quick, follow them. We don't know where we'll have our morning class."

Wang Xingyuan then seemed to wake up from a dream, and overtook Su Baichen, pulling him along as they quickly caught up.

The two arrived at a small hall, panting, only to find it already packed with people.

Although there were tables and desks inside the hall, it was clear that they were not enough.

They fell behind and could only stand outside the door at this point...

The teacher in the hall began to lecture, and the young disciples in the hall followed along, reciting the text.

Su Baichen was sweating profusely, afraid of missing crucial information.

But as he listened, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out a roll of manuscript paper from his pocket, exclaiming in surprise, "So the scriptures they're reciting are the ones Brother Fenglinzi has been reading to us all the way here!"

Wang Xingyuan looked over in surprise and asked, "Is this yours?"

Su Baichen nodded: "Yes, I memorized it, but I don't recognize many of the characters, so I don't know if I wrote it correctly."

Wang Xingyuan quickly flipped through the pages, which also awakened the memories in his heart.

He stood up curiously and peered inside, then whispered, "I've got it. The full text is on the wall behind that gentleman... There are a few mistakes, let me tell you."

Su Baichen quickly took out his pen, licked the tip twice to moisten it, and then made rapid revisions following Wang Xingyuan's instructions.

He's small, and when people block his view, he can't see everything.

Fortunately, Wang Xingyuan was already tall and strong at the age of sixteen, and had excellent hearing and eyesight.

Then Wang Xingyuan simply borrowed paper and pen from Su Baichen and copied it himself.

After listening for a long time, they finally understood: So this is the "Changchun Jing"!

They were late, but Feng Linzi had already made up for their missed morning lessons on the way.