Doomsday Rise

The second stroke fell, and on the second grid, there was still a horizontal line, and the soldier's eyes widened a bit. Compared with the first stroke, this stroke was already close to normal handwriting.

Some people say that horizontal and vertical strokes are the most commonly used strokes in calligraphy, and they are also the simplest strokes. They can form characters by themselves, but they are also the most difficult strokes to practice. The thickness, size, length, and weight can express different moods and auras. Liu Naturally, Wei An was far from reaching this level. Even with a normal brush, he couldn't write well. At this moment, what he was struggling with was the tip of the brush, which is thin and straight. In theory, it is as thin as a needle The tip of the pen can definitely write beautiful handwriting, but no matter how hard he tries, the strokes he writes are several times thicker than the tip of the pen.

Liu Wei'an is not greedy, he concentrates on practicing "horizontal", stroke by stroke, trying his best to make each stroke go according to his own imagination, but every time he picks up the pen, he finds that what he writes is always consistent with Imagination goes the other way. He didn't realize that every time he wrote, the shock in the eyes of the soldier who was laying out the rice paper grew deeper. As a personal soldier who followed Tang Tianyao, I have seen students who were punished, there are not a hundred but there are eighty, there are very few who can write strokes with a giant brush, few who can persist for an hour, and few who can not curse , and these, Liu Wei'an has done. Normally at this time, he could already pack up the rice paper and go back to Tang Tianyao to report the results, but now, he feels that this work will continue for a long time.

Two hours later, Liu Wei'an has already started to practice strokes "vertically". Each sheet of rice paper has 182 strokes, 13 rows, and each row has 14 grids. He wants to make sure that every grid has exactly the same strokes. , The requirements for the wrist are extremely high, and the world is within a square inch. Not to mention moving the arm, even a slight change in breathing will make the strokes out of shape. Liu Weian tried his best to control his breathing, sweat flowed down his forehead in lines, but he didn't have time to wipe it off.

Pages of rice paper piled up behind him, and the thickness gradually increased. The surprise in the soldier's eyes had turned to numbness. He was able to write strokes smoothly within three hours. This was the first person he had ever seen. I have never heard of it. Even a person who has undergone strict training can hold an object weighing more than 100 kilograms without moving for three hours. On the one hand, he still has to stride.

Liu Wei'an did it.

Four hours later, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Liu Weian wrote the first word, grass! There are a total of nine paintings, all composed of horizontal and vertical strokes, and it took a full five minutes. Each stroke is very eye-catching when viewed individually, but when combined together, it looks extremely distorted and uncoordinated.

In the end, the five or six students who persisted moved their numb legs and moved step by step in front of Liu Wei'an. They saw the words on the rice paper on the ground at a glance, and blurted out without exception.

"Grass!"

Five or six students stared blankly at the ground for about five or six seconds before slowly moving to Liu Wei'an's face.

Unable to conceal the shock in his eyes, Xiao Jie swallowed, and said dryly, "Brother, did you write this?"

Liu Weian opened his mouth, but made no sound, and shook his head as an answer.

"Crap!" Xiao Jie's face twitched, "Are you still human?"

Liu Weian rolled his eyes, not wanting to answer.

"Are you tired?" Xiao Jie asked again.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Liu Weian would definitely say that if he had extra strength, but at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

"You work hard, I'll withdraw first." Xiao Jie patted Liu Weian on the shoulder, although the force was very light, he almost knocked Liu Weian down. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and almost yelled.

"Finish writing early and leave get out of class early." Tang Dingdong was also one of the students who persisted in the end, and left without saying a word. After all, she is a girl, although she was so tired that she wanted to lie on the ground and sleep, but in order not to lose her image in front of others, she just walked back to the dormitory as if nothing had happened. Except for the stiff gait, it is basically impossible to see that she has been in a horse stance for several hours .

"Student, although it's my job to serve you, I still want to say that you should speed up." The soldier said.

"Okay." After Liu Wei'an finished speaking, the speed increased a lot. However, a lot of this was his own feeling. To the soldiers, the speed was still as slow as a snail.

One hour, two hours, three hours passed, it was already 8:30 in the evening, the night had already fallen, and the lights had already been turned on. Liu Wei'an still kept his posture of Zamabu, staring at the ground, with no other distractions, concentrated Writing, in his body, the "Emperor of the Corpse" is running crazily, roaring out like a big river breaking its embankment, and the yellow airflow washes away the sore and numb muscles over and over again, keeping the muscles active all the time, but the speed of replenishment is less than The speed of consumption, Liu Weian has persisted to the limit, at this moment, even if there is any small accident, it will interrupt his state of concentration, once the state breaks, he may immediately pass out.

Liu Wei'an didn't know that the original soldier stood back and stood straight, and the person who changed the rice paper became Tang Tianyao. Tang Tianyao's eyes like a knife's edge showed a little surprise at this moment. He has seen many talented students. It's gone, but it's the first time he's seen such a talent as Liu Weian. For ordinary geniuses to write like this, the limit is three hours to get down. Liu Weian has persisted for seven hours, which aroused his strong interest.

How long can this student last? Many teachers or students who wanted to pass by here were all driven away by him, so as not to affect Liu Wei'an's state.

Muscles inevitably trembled again. This time, it was stronger than the previous few times. Liu Weian woke up from the ethereal state, and faintly felt that his body had reached its limit. If he persisted, it would cause great harm to his body. When the injury was about to stop, a black air flow overflowed from the dantian along with the yellow air flow. The amount of the black air flow was very small, but as soon as it appeared, Liu Wei'an felt an extremely strong vitality pouring into his body, and he was dry. His body was moistened all of a sudden, the shrunken cells began to plump up, and he let out a joyful cheer.

With a movement of the wrist, the writing speed suddenly increased. The previous word took about five minutes, but now it takes about 30 seconds to write a word. The strokes are clear and the size is appropriate. This is the most regular one written among all the characters. Tang Tianyao's pupils shrank, and he let out a soft 'eh', and slowly lowered his raised hand. He intends to knock Liu Wei'an unconscious. Human potential is unlimited, but the process of digging out potential is staged. No one can accomplish it overnight. Liu Wei'an's physical overdraft has reached its limit. Apart from damage, there is no benefit. He didn't want to see a good seedling ruined in his hands, but Liu Wei'an suddenly regained his energy, which surprised him very much.

After being surprised, the curiosity in his eyes became stronger.

For so long before, I only wrote one-third of a page. After the speed increased, I finished writing a page in less than half an hour. Children who learn to write still have to be three points stronger.

When the last stroke was made, Tang Tianyao changed a piece of paper with a flick of his wrist. The speed was so fast that the soldier felt a blur in front of his eyes.

When the black air flow overflowed from the dantian, a starry sky pattern emerged in the back of his mind, some lines were dim, some lines were glowing, most of the lines were blurry, hidden in the darkness, but Liu Wei'an I am very happy, because every time I see this pattern, there are more parts lit up.

"Dark Emperor's Sutra", a scripture that caused endless turmoil, helped him overcome difficulties every time it appeared, and it was tried and tested repeatedly. It's just a little disobedient, and I can't summon it when I want it.

The black air flow is small, but plays a leading role. The yellow air flow obediently follows behind as a younger brother, extremely docile. As the air flow flows through the meridians of the whole body, the lost strength recovers at an astonishing speed. The arms are full of strength, exaggerated The huge pen suddenly became much lighter.

Herbs: licorice, sealwort, long pine, weed, anemarrhena, cistanche, liedang, gastrodia elata, atractylodes, goji, morinda officinalis, polygala, curculigo, scrophulariaceae, salvia, comfrey, pulsatilla, notoginseng, coptis , Hu Huanglian, Duhuo... From jerky to smooth, Liu Wei'an's writing speed increased again, and the second page was completed around 8:10.

When the last three characters were written on the third page, Liu Weian's body trembled, his strength faded like a tide, his arms sank, and the brush almost hit the ground, before it touched the rice paper. In an instant, he grasped the brush tightly and lifted it up inch by inch.

Every inch I lifted, I exhausted my whole body's strength, my body was like a well that had been hollowed out, no more water could seep out, "The Emperor's Corpse Sutra" and "The Emperor's Darkness Sutra" disappeared at the same time, and I refused to provide any more help .

"……Mutually……"

"……think……"

Liu Wei'an only felt blackness in front of his eyes, and a strong sense of weakness as if a meteorite had hit his head. He wished he could throw away the brush and just lie down and sleep like this, but he couldn't. He still remembered one thing in his heart. Not a single word was written.

"……son!"

Exhausting his last effort to write the last stroke, he couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened, he fell limply, and before he landed, he was caught by Tang Tianyao, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said to the soldier: "Clean up here."

"Yes." The soldier straightened his body and said loudly.

Tang Tianyao didn't say anything else, and left with Liu Weian in his arms like a chicken.

: