"finish exam!"

Peng Yu suddenly stood up and threw the brush into the air.

This feeling of relaxation and comfort reminded him of the college entrance examination.

A few days passed after the correct performance, and the test papers of the God Emperor were sent to Simu Palace.

What makes some teachers feel lucky is that Shenhuang focuses on cultural classes and doesn't pay much attention to music, chess, calligraphy, painting, swordsmanship, riding and archery.

For this reason, these teachers and Peng Yu complained secretly in private.

"If I had known that His Majesty would not take the exam, why were we so panicked?"

"If I had known today, I wouldn't have given His Highness those homework assignments. His Highness could just relax for a few days."

Faced with these words, Peng Yu smiled calmly.

This is just like the school teachers shouting every day: There is a test tomorrow, there is a test tomorrow, you should review well and listen to the class carefully. However, nothing happens the next day.

Therefore, he quite understands the God Emperor's approach. Even in another world, the behavior of adults is still the same.

In the end, the God-Emperor prepared test papers for ten courses including classics, arithmetic, academic administration, art of war, history, criminal law, geography, astronomy, architecture, and medical skills. Among them, criminal law and history were combined into one volume, astronomy and medical skills were combined into one volume, geography, and architecture.

Combined into one paper, plus the four subjects of economics, arithmetic, politics, and military affairs, there are seven test papers in total.

When the papers were sent to the Heavenly Palace, the lecturers waiting nearby rushed over in a swarm.

"Your Highness, how did you do in the exam? How do you feel?"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, as long as you pass the test."

Look at the expressions of these lecturers, they are no different from the parents in previous lives waiting for the results of the college entrance examination.

Peng Yu yawned and felt a little sleepy. He pointed at the draft on the table and said, "You are right. My answer is on the draft."

Several teachers hurriedly checked the draft, and Peng Yu wandered over to Zhuanyang.

The God Emperor sent several sets of papers. Except for Peng Yu who answered the questions and the teachers took one for themselves, the poor little Zhuanyang naturally did not escape. Even Xiao Mujuan was deliberately pulled over by Peng Yu to experience the charm of the test papers together.

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Zhuanyang's eyes were dull, like a salted fish lying flat, staring blankly at the roof.

Who am I? Where am I? Why do I know them in those questions, but they don’t know me?

Among the seven papers, Zhuan Yang is most confident in the art of war. The second is arithmetic, criminal law/history, and the third is the management of classics. As for astronomy/medical skills, geography/architecture, and academic administration, whether he can pass or not is a question.

But the God Emperor shouldn’t expect me to answer questions well, right?

Thinking of Peng Yu sending his papers to the God Emperor, Zhuan Yang suddenly felt at ease again.

If he were better than Kun Hao in every subject, the Emperor would be unhappy. Forget it, he was just a foil anyway. As long as he didn't take the results back to show his father, or invite his parents to talk, it would be easy.

Zhuan Yang worked hard to build himself up mentally and turned his attention to Xiao Muyu.

Compared to Zhuanyang's situation, Xiao Mujuan's situation was even worse.

If Zhuan Yang is a salty fish who rolls his eyes, then Xiao Mujuan is a dead fish.

She began to wonder whether she had studied well as a girl.

Have you returned all the things you have learned to your teacher?

Why do those questions seem so familiar and familiar to her, but she can’t think of the correct answers at all?

Zhuan Yang got up, ignored Peng Yu's provocative eyes, and ran to Xiao Mujuan to look for confidence.

"How is Sister Muyu's answer?"

Xiao Mujuan's test paper does not need to be reviewed by the God Emperor and is placed on the table.

Zhuan Yang went to get it.

Snapped--

Xiao Muju quickly closed it: "Okay, stop looking. You guys are hungry. I'll get someone to prepare it."

"No." Peng Yu also came over: "Let us take a look. It's nothing anyway. My sister hasn't read in decades, so it's normal that she can't answer the question."

Xiao Mujuan stopped talking when she saw Peng Yu picking up the arithmetic test paper and turned his head silently.

Arithmetic is a nightmare.

Why is there such a discipline in the world? Why do we practitioners still need to study? Isn’t it enough to practice and fight?

"Is my sister good at arithmetic? And these solutions are quite different."

"Stop laughing at me." Xiao Mujuan said helplessly, "I still don't know what my grades are? Arithmetic is my worst one."

"The worst? Your worst arithmetic skills are better than Zhuanyang's best. My sister is too humble."

Zhuan Yang stretched his head and saw the answers on the arithmetic paper, his face darkened.

After a rough calculation, it seems that my grades are higher than mine.

"Sister, I thought we were on a united front, but you are also a student saint?"

"Ah?" Xiao Mujue was stunned. She reached out and took the test paper: "Isn't that right? I haven't done a few questions in arithmetic. How can I be better than you? How bad can you be in arithmetic?"

"My arithmetic score is very good." Zhuan Yang: "Except for the art of war, I am most confident in this paper. But your arithmetic score is indeed better than mine. There are only a few questions that you have not answered, and all the other answers written are correct.

The answer, at most, is that some questions only have answers and no solution process."

Xiao Muju took it over and took a look, her face changed: "No, this is not my paper. I can't write these answers at all."

She was confident that even when she was a teenager with the strongest learning ability, she might not be able to achieve the results of the paper in front of her.

"Not you?" Peng Yu's eyes fell on Yun Xian'er, who was lying on the table next to Xiao Mujuan with a smile.

Indeed, judging from the handwriting on the paper, there are two completely different handwritings.

"Xian'er, it wasn't you who wrote it, was it?"

"Yes, I saw that the questions were simple, so I helped my sister write some." Yun Xian'er was generous and pushed a few other papers to him: "Help me correct them."

After a few days of instruction, coupled with Yun Xianer's own intelligence, they were able to communicate normally.

Yun Xian'er will not be as unsophisticated as she was at first, and will not be bored with Peng Yu all day long.

However, in order to breathe out the Qi of Qiankun every day, she still followed Peng Yu every day. She also indirectly read a lot of books in the study with Peng Yu and Zhuan Yang.

"The writings of Dakun come from ancient times, and the writings of Yin Yang and Twelve Heavens also come from ancient times. The communication in writing and language is smooth, so it is normal for her to be able to understand books, but..."

Read the paper that Yun Xianer expressed her gratitude to.

For subjects like astronomy and geography, she only wrote down the fill-in-the-blank parts, which were mostly recorded in books. But to be able to answer so many papers in just a few days, this girl——

Daqing is also a top student?

No, learn from God?

The results of a few days of study were better than Peng Yu's first month.

"Yuan Qi, please turn out my papers and study notes from back then and give them to Xian'er so that she can study hard."

Also, even though there is no memory, the learning instinct is still there. How could a proud daughter of heaven with a mysterious female immortal body have weak learning ability?

Zhuan Yang looked at Yun Xian'er sympathetically: Look, if I let you wander, you won't be able to run away now, right? You will be exhausted from studying every day in the future.

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The God-Emperor received the test paper, reviewed it, and discussed the "Wandering Universe" plan with everyone in the palace.

When King Gu saw the "Zhezi" sent by the God Emperor for review, he secretly lamented the God Emperor's diligent work.

Li Sheng: "Your Majesty, are you too hasty in pushing forward the wandering universe plan? You cannot convince the ministers based on the news from your senior brother alone."

"Sun Zheng has returned from the summons and has indeed found traces of the Twelve Heavens of Yin and Yang. Moreover, in addition to the seal of Yin Yang Immortal Lord, there is also the seal of the descendant of Qian Kun."

Marquis Yunyang: "So, the last three sects have all insisted that another universe ruin will hit us in two hundred years?"

The God Emperor raised a pen to circle one of Zhuan Yang's wrong answers: "Yesterday, Qing went to the ancestral land of the Xiao family and confirmed the matter with the Xuannio family?"

"In ancient times, the original universe of the Black Bird Clan was indeed destroyed. According to the burning simulation of the destruction of the universe, it is normal for it to continue until now."

Several palace masters from Luotian Sixth Palace came out and took out the models that the God Emperor asked them to prepare to simulate the process of the destruction of the universe.

"According to our arithmetic simulation, after the Black Bird Universe is destroyed, it will need to burn for ten thousand years before it is completely destroyed. Before that, it will hit our universe. Therefore, the Wandering Universe Plan must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

The God-Emperor sought verification from many sources and produced various evidences.

Only then did everyone present truly believe it.

Li Sheng: "But there are still two hundred years left. Is it too early to start the Wandering Universe Project now?"

"It's late. This plan requires trial and error. We can't really wait until two hundred years later when the ruins of the universe hit us before we start the first relocation test, right?"

"Fifty years later, I will make the first move, moving the world of Dakun by thirty feet."

The world is so heavy. The God-Emperor himself is not sure about carrying the world on his shoulders. He needs to practice in advance and try again and again.

"The first step now is to order the eight hundred heavens to merge into our world and turn them into a blessed land and cave heaven."

There are several plans for the Wandering Universe Project.
To be continued...