The master died unjustly, but the murderer enjoyed great prosperity, receiving offerings and respect from generations of descendants. How could the Sun-Chasing Arrow not feel resentful!
The Sun-Chasing Arrow, once accompanying its master, Nangong Xian, in the battle to slay foes, had long since become a formidable weapon. After its master's death, the Sun-Chasing Arrow absorbed all of his hatred and resentment. After centuries of immersion, it had become a sinister weapon!
No wonder when Song Ci saw the sword for the first time, he said that a woman was crying and she couldn't control her tears.
Song Ci followed the other candidates upstairs, constantly thinking about the story Mo Fengying had told her. Like Song Fei, she believed the "search for the strange beast" was a deliberate hoax.
She figured out Mo Liansheng's role in the scam, and suddenly got goosebumps all over her body and felt a chill on her back.
People...
Song Ci found a seat and sat down, still distracted until the invigilator began to explain the exam content and rules. Only then did Song Ci put all his thoughts aside and concentrate on listening.
"For this first exam, we will test the candidates' ability to identify Chinese medicinal herbs. Each candidate will be blindfolded during the exam, and can only identify the names of the herbs by smell and touch."
"Candidates are required to accurately name each medicinal herb, and describe its efficacy and growing environment. The more herbs you correctly answer, the greater your chances of winning, and vice versa."
"There are 80 candidates for the first round of the exam. It will be an elimination system, and 30 candidates will be eliminated in the first round. Please seize the opportunity."
"The exam is fair and impartial. There will be no favoritism or cheating. Now, candidates whose names I have called, please step forward and accept the assessment!"
As soon as the test content was announced, many people's expressions changed, especially those students who didn't have a sufficient knowledge of medicinal herbs. They were immediately distressed. We are not blind, and we have to blindfold ourselves to identify medicinal herbs. This Mo family is really perverted!
This type of assessment is extremely unfair to foreign students, as they have had almost no special training in this area. However, the Mo people are different; their elders have all taken the exam before, and even if they can't cheat for their children, they can still share their experience with them.
With their parents' experience behind them, these children must have received special training from a young age. If outsiders competed with the Mo people, they would only be crushed.
Song Ci was also surprised. She hadn't expected the beginning to be so difficult. But she quickly calmed down. At this point, there was no point in being anxious.
Let's take it one step at a time and see what happens.
"Number one, Wang Zhigang."
Wang Zhigang is a foreign student in his forties, and he is also the director of a famous Chinese medicine hospital.
Wang Zhigang walked forward and was blindfolded.
Song Ci noticed Wang Zhigang was nervous, his fingertips trembling. The invigilator randomly pulled out 20 herbs from the vast herb library for Wang Zhigang to identify. You know, there are more than 10,000 known Chinese medicinal herbs in the world. Testing a candidate with just 20 of them at random was truly outrageous!
When this comrade touched the first medicinal herb, he frowned, because he found that he was the blind man touching the elephant. He knew that he was touching the root of some medicinal herb, but he didn't know what kind of medicinal herb it was.
Wang Zhigang carefully identified the smell of the medicine through his sense of smell, and then gave an uncertain answer: "Zhonglou?"
The invigilator did not answer.
Wang Zhigang was unsure, so he explained the medicinal effects and growth environment of Fritillaria cirrhosa, and then went to find the second medicinal ingredient.
This time, Wang Zhigang felt even more confused.
What the hell is this?
Wang Zhigang guessed a few answers, his frown deepening as he went on. By the tenth ingredient, Wang Zhigang had let himself go and started spouting nonsense. "This is star grass. It smells bitter. It improves eyesight and helps you see a few stars in the sky at night."
Song Ci: God damn, how many stars can I see clearly?
The invigilator was also very confused.
After Wang Zhigang finished the exam, both the invigilator and Wang Zhigang himself breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Zhigang had already accepted his elimination. He snatched off his blindfold and looked at the herbs before him, realizing they were all common. His performance was terrible simply because he was blindfolded and nervous.
Noticing the gloomy expressions of the invigilators, Wang Zhigang shook his head, his tone complex and fragile. He said in self-deprecation, "I'm going to study Western medicine when I go back this time."
Traditional Chinese medicine made him increasingly bald and haggard. His faith in traditional Chinese medicine successfully collapsed at this moment.
The invigilator comforted him dryly: "You are very good, really, don't give up on yourself."
After saying that, he picked up the list and called out, "Number 2, Liu Quanneng."
When Song Ci heard this name, she wanted to laugh.
Liu Quanneng is a 30-something Chinese medicine practitioner, a disciple of a traditional Chinese medicine master whose family has run a Chinese medicine clinic for generations. However, this was Liu Quanneng's first time facing such a challenging exam, and he had to rely entirely on guessing. However, with tens of thousands of different medicinal herbs, it wasn't as easy as just guessing the answers on an English test.
He answered randomly and rarely got his answers right.
As ambitious as his name was, the answer was just as disappointing.
As Song Ci watched colleagues being brutally kicked out one after another, she suddenly admired Old Man Long. No wonder Old Man Long had always been proud of achieving a top-three score in the Mohist assessments. He certainly had reason to be proud.
But when Number Twelve took the test, these foreign students finally saw hope. Number Twelve was the fifty-year-old man. He had answered about thirteen of the twenty medicinal herbs correctly, which was relatively good.
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