"Brother Lu?"

Eager shouts came from my ears.

Lu Wu slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on the ground.

"What's wrong with me?" he slowly got up, and found that his spirit was a little sluggish.

"I don't know. Wang Zhi'an showed a puzzled and worried expression on his face, "The moment Brother Lu put down the pen, he fainted. ”

Lu Wu slowly got up from the ground and frowned.

His gaze drifted to the rice paper beside him.

I saw a small ink spot on it, and the brush in my hand fell to the side, and a puddle of ink was blurred under the pen.

He remembered.

Fang Cai himself learned from Wang Zhi'an's example, and he planned to leave that stroke.

But the moment I put pen to paper, I suddenly felt a sharp pain from the depths of my body!

This pain struck suddenly, and Lu Wu was not mentally prepared at all, so he fainted.

"It's weird. Lu Wu muttered, picked up the brush again, frowned and pondered.

His body is not in any way at the moment, except for a slight malaise.

"Is it a delusion?"

He thought so to himself.

Wang Zhi'an on the side looked concerned: "It shouldn't be that Brother Lu's old injuries have not healed, and his spirit has not recovered." ”

Hearing this, Lu Wu nodded, didn't say anything more, looked back at Wang Zhi'an, arched his hand, and said embarrassedly: "Please write it again, Brother Wang, I'll do it again." ”

Wang Zhi'an's expression of concern did not decrease: "Brother Lu, why don't you take a rest first." ”

Lu Wu shook his head, revealing a faint smile, signaling Wang Zhi'an to rest assured.

Wang Zhian was suspicious of the letter and had to give up.

He picked up the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and splashed it, and a sharp stroke emerged from the rice paper.

It's still a skimming.

Lu Wu looked at the stroke, holding his breath, secretly vigilant in his heart.

Pick up the pen, dip the ink, and put the pen down.

"Shhh

Lu Wu's face changed dramatically in an instant.

The surging sword qi suddenly raged from his dantian, and an inexplicable pain suddenly came from the flesh and blood around his body.

Lu Wu rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Wang Zhi'an was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly supported Lu Wu's body from one side, so that it did not fall to the ground.

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu?" he shouted a few words eagerly, and reached out to pinch Lu Wu's acupoint.

"Ugh!" Lu Wu suddenly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his eyes opened, revealing a certain unconvinced expression.

"Come again!"

Wang Zhian was dumbfounded: "Brother Lu, you ......"

"The old wound hasn't healed!" Lu Wu replied casually, his eyes full of ruthlessness.

"But this ......"

"It's out of the way, I'm dizzy and dizzy. ”

Wang Zhian looked stunned, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to do it.

The tip of the pen fell on the paper, and it had not yet been pulled out half an inch—

"Brother Lu!"

Lu Wu fainted again.

"Come again!"

"......"

"Come again!"

"Okay. ”

"Brother Lu!"

"Come again!"

"Brother Lu!"

"Come again!"

......

In the blink of an eye, it was nearly dusk.

Lu Wu felt unprecedented exhaustion at this moment.

It seems that this afternoon's copying has exhausted all his spirit.

Wang Zhian already felt numb and speechless when Lu Wu fainted again and again.

This afternoon, Lu Wu fainted more than seventy times.

Fortunately, he can already write a third of his strokes.

Wang Zhian only felt that he couldn't understand, wasn't he just copying a stunning masterpiece, how could Lu Wu look as if he had even put his life into it?

Seeing Lu Wu grit his teeth again and again, Wang Zhian suddenly felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

This kind of person who can throw away his life for the sake of calligraphy and painting is rare in the world!

He suddenly felt a strong warmth.

Sure enough, my generation is not alone

He looked at Lu Wu with a certain appreciation in his eyes, as if the elders looked at the younger ones.

Lu Wu did not notice the psychological changes of Wang Zhi'an beside him.

At this moment, his expression was sluggish, and he fell into a deep shock, and there was a little ecstasy.

Although he fainted from the pain of his heart repeatedly, his body seemed to have changed in between.

Although there was no obvious promotion in the realm, his physical body seemed to have been tempered again.

This kind of tempering is still based on the forging body he has already completed!

The meridians, flesh, skin, bones, five organs, and six internal organs, these organs and tissues that he had tempered, seemed to have obtained some kind of indescribable benefits after fainting and waking up again and again, and they were actually transforming in a certain direction!

As if he had cast a streamer palm, his viscera slowly bloomed with a jade-like cyan light, faint but able to detect a difference.

The roar of his internal organs was bursting, and there seemed to be some kind of intermittent Dao sound, telling a certain simple and profound mystery between heaven and earth.

The wisps of Xuan Qi around him poured into his body from his pores, as if he had received some kind of attraction, and all of them submerged into his body and organs, carrying out some kind of mysterious process.

However, the sword light in his belly did not release the raging sword intent again, and floated quietly above the sea of qi, as if he had not seen it.

The feeling is mysterious and indescribable.

Suddenly, his face changed, and his forehead was sweaty.

"Brother Lu?" The admiration in Wang Zhian's eyes suddenly faded, turning into a deep shock and worry: "Are you an old injury that has recurred?"

Lu Wu couldn't help but say, grabbed the door and walked forward quickly, his posture slightly distorted.

Almost frantically, he opened the door of the hut, unbuttoned his pants, and squatted down.

"Ahh

Lu Wu's moans of comfort and satisfaction suddenly came from the thatched house.

Only then did Wang Zhian understand what happened to Lu Wu before, and couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice.

Suddenly, his brows shrank suddenly, a frightened look appeared on his face, and he instantly rushed out of the door, ran away, and stared at the door of Lan Xinju with wide eyes.

The people also exclaimed in surprise and ran out of the courtyard one after another.

"Wang Gongzi, what is this?" someone saw Wang Zhi'an, pinched his nose and asked.

"I don't know. Wang Zhi'an's face was ugly, and his hands trembled slightly when he pinched his nose, "I'm afraid that Brother Lu blew up the dung pit?"

Everyone was talking, and their expressions were full of strange expressions, but they all looked at the courtyard of Lanxinju with a look of disgust.

After a long time, Lu Wu slowly got up.

He pulled out a lot of black stuff, sticky and filthy, not like feces, but like impurities that had been expelled from his pores when he was forging.

Could it be the impurities that were discharged from the previous copying of the "Secret Record of the Void" and forging the body again?

But it's amazing.

The impurities added up to his mud fetus seven refining did not have so many, and they needed to be excreted from the body by excretion.

He shook his head, puzzled, and walked out of the hut, but there was no one to see.

"What about people?"

Confused, he walked through each room.

"Prince Wang?"

"Aggie?"

But no one agreed.

He shook his head and said to himself: "Could it be that I went to the toilet and thousands of years have passed in the world?"

As he walked, he suddenly saw Liu Shuye standing at the door with a sluggish expression.

"Eldest Prince, this is coming back?"

Lu Wu hurriedly ran over and saluted.

saw Liu Shuye showing a disgusted look for the first time, and actually took three steps back.

"You go to the thatched house first, clean it for me, and then take a bath, I can't finish it, I'll train you for half a month!"

Liu Shuye's tone was no longer the gentle and elegant of the past, and it was full of some indescribable consternation and strong disgust at the moment.

Lu Wu was puzzled, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Wang Zhian and others not far from the door, and he was about to stretch out his hand to say hello, but he saw them all pinching their noses, as if they were running to the side like a plague god.

......

It was already dark, and Lu Wu had just finished cleaning the thatched house, took a bath, returned to the room with a tired look, and lay directly on the bed.

Wang Zhi'an returned to the family before dinner, and avoided the dinner that Liu Shuye warmly invited, and slipped away all the way, seeing Liu Shuye's face full of wry smiles.

At this time, the night was deep, and Lu Wu's spirit felt an unprecedented sense of weakness, as if he would fall asleep in the next moment.

Although "The Secret Record of Taixu" seems to be a few simple strokes, for some reason, Lu Wu took a lot of effort to copy, and now he just wants to lie in bed and sleep until dawn.

Thinking that he would continue the special training agreed with Liu Shuye from tomorrow morning, Lu Wu's face was bitter.

The so-called special training is nothing more than Lu Wu's unilateral abuse, although it is beneficial to the realm, but the process is extremely difficult.

Thinking that Liu Yunli was already a cultivator of the Nine Refinements of the Mud Fetus so easily, and even comprehended the seven-grade martial arts "Star Moon Water Mirror Knife" in an unbelievable way, it was really enviable.

But thinking about his experience over the years, Lu Wu couldn't help but feel worried.

Why is it that my own cultivation is so bumpy?

Although he had already entered the eighth refining of the mud tire at the age of fourteen, there were too many hardships involved.

Not to mention the suffering of being subjected to sword intent day and night, he spent almost all his time except eating and sleeping on cultivation.

Ordinary people only practice for four hours a day, and at such an age, it is also the level of the seven refinements of the mud fetus.

And I am afraid that I have to cultivate for about seven hours a day, but I am still wandering around the seven refining of the mud tire.

Even if this promotion to the eighth refining of the mud tire, it was almost all in exchange for a life, if it weren't for this, I am afraid that it would take half a year for me to enter this realm.

This can only be achieved under the torment of having to endure Liu Shuye's tempering every day.

Thinking of this, Lu Wu's expression was complicated and he sighed.

There are many beings in this world, and everyone has their own different circumstances, and no one can copy or imitate them.

Some people are as if they were born with destiny.

Liu Yunli is like this.

Liu Shuye is like this.

The same is true of the rumored Liu Zhanya.

Compared to themselves, they seem to be the unattainable stars in the sky, wrapped in light, and are in the spotlight of everyone.

But what about him Lu Wu, just an orphan from a humble background, fortunately raised by Zhou Fu since he was a child, so he has today's Lu Wu.

Compared with them, they are nothing, like a drop in the ocean, rising and falling in the sea of suffering in the world.

He suddenly felt that he was just a passerby in this world.

The long river of rolling time will not be stagnant because of its momentary stop.

Even if it burns to the extreme, it will not stir up a wave.

Lu Wu lay on the bed silently.

Around him, at this moment, a small circle of gray energy field was enveloped, and no one noticed.

That strange energy field, as if confined to an inch around Lu Wu, was full of negativity and pessimism.

Lu Wu's heart was low at the moment, he no longer had the same playful color as before, his face was dark, and he seemed to be full of twilight.

In his young man's agile eyes, there was also a faint trace of dark color, which was quite strange.

But he himself was immersed in it, and he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Like the dead leaves of the autumn moon, they will wither at any time.