The second stroke fell, and in the second grid, it was still a horizontal, and the soldier's eyes widened a little, and compared with the first stroke, this stroke was close to normal handwriting.

Some people say that horizontal and vertical is the most used strokes in calligraphy, and it is also the simplest stroke, which can be written alone, but it is also the most difficult stroke, thickness, size, length, weight and weight can express different moods and momentum, Liu Wei'an is naturally far from reaching this level, even if he holds a normal brush, he can't write a good hand, at this moment, he is entangled in the tip of the brush, the tip is thin and straight, theoretically speaking, the tip of the pen as thin as the tip of a needle will definitely be able to write Juanxiu's handwriting, but no matter how hard he tries, the strokes written, are several times thicker than the nib.

Liu Wei'an is not greedy, he concentrates on practicing 'horizontal', stroke by stroke, and tries his best to make each stroke go according to his own vision, but every time he lifts the pen, he finds that what he writes is always contrary to his imagination. He didn't notice that every time he wrote, the shock in the eyes of the soldier who was in charge of laying the rice paper on the side deepened. As a personal soldier who followed Tang Tianyao's side, he had seen the students who had been punished, not a hundred but eighty, very few who could write strokes with a giant brush, few who could hold on for an hour, and few who could not curse, and Liu Wei'an did all of them. 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 felt that this work would continue for a long time.

Two hours later, Liu Wei'an has begun to practice the strokes 'vertical', each piece of rice paper has 182, 13 lines, each row has 14 grids, want to not miss a word, each grid is 'vertical' out of the same strokes, the requirements for the wrist are extremely high, between square inches, is the world. Don't talk about moving your arms, even a slight change in your breathing will make the strokes out of shape. Liu Wei'an tried his best to control his breathing, sweat flowed down his forehead one by one, but he didn't have time to wipe it.

Pages and pages of rice paper were piled up behind him, the thickness slowly became higher, the surprise in the soldier's eyes had turned into numbness, and he could write the strokes smoothly within three hours, this was the first person he had ever seen, he had never even heard of it before, even if he had undergone strict training, he held an object of more than a hundred catties for three hours without moving, and it was estimated that he could not do it, and a newcomer, even if he had the divine power of the gods, he could not do it, you know, he had to tie the horse step on the side.

Liu Wei'an did it.

Four hours later, when the bell rang at the end of class, Liu Wei'an wrote the first word, grass! There are a total of nine paintings, all composed of horizontal and vertical, it took a full five minutes, each stroke is very eye-catching when viewed individually, but when combined, it seems to be extremely twisted and very incongruous.

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

"Grass!"

The eyes of five or six classmates stared at the ground in a daze for about five or six seconds, before slowly moving to Liu Wei'an's face, the shock in his eyes could not be concealed, Xiao Jie swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a dry voice: "Big brother, this is what you wrote?" ”

Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, shook his head, and took it as an answer.

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

Liu Wei'an rolled his eyes, not wanting to answer.

"Tired?" Xiao Jie asked again.

"This is not nonsense?" If there was still extra strength, Liu Wei'an would definitely say so, 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 Wei'an's shoulder, although the force was very light, he almost knocked Liu Wei'an down. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and almost broke open and scolded.

"Finish it early, get out of class early." Tang Dingdong was also one of the last classmates to persevere, and he left without a word. After all, it's a girl, although she is tired and wants to sleep directly on the ground, but in order not to lose her image in front of others, she walked back to the dormitory as if nothing happened.

"Classmate, although it is my job to serve you, I still have to say that your speed should be accelerated." The soldier said.

"Okay." After Liu Wei'an finished speaking, the speed accelerated a lot, but a lot of this was his own feeling, and for the soldiers, this speed was still as slow as a snail.

An hour, two hours, three hours have passed, it is already half past eight in the evening, the night has already fallen, the lights have been turned on, Liu Wei'an still maintains the posture of Zamabu, his eyes are staring at the ground, his heart is not distracted, he concentrates on writing, in his body, "Corpse Emperor Sutra" is running wildly, like a big river bursting the embankment, roaring out, the yellow air flow washes the sour muscles over and over again, so that the muscles are always active, but the speed of replenishment is less than the speed of consumption, Liu Wei'an has insisted to the limit, at this moment, Even the slightest accident would interrupt his state of concentration, and as soon as the state was broken, he was afraid that he would immediately pass out.

Liu Wei'an didn't know that the original soldier stepped back to the side, standing straight, and the person who replaced the rice paper became Tang Tianyao, Tang Tianyao's knife-like eyes showed a little surprise at the moment, he had seen more talented students, but it was the first time he had seen such a talent as Liu Wei'an. The limit of an ordinary genius writing like this is to lie down in three hours, but Liu Wei'an has insisted on it for seven hours, which makes him deeply interested.

How long will this student be able to hold on? 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.

The muscles inevitably trembled again, this time, more powerful than the previous times, Liu Wei'an woke up from the ethereal state, faintly felt that his ** had reached the limit, and if he persisted, it would cause great damage to the body, and when he was about to stop, a black airflow overflowed from the dantian with the yellow airflow, and the amount of black airflow was very small, but as soon as it appeared, Liu Wei'an felt a strong vitality injected into the body, and the dry body was moisturized all of a sudden, and the flattened cells began to be full, Give out a shout of joy.

With a movement of the wrist, the speed of writing suddenly became faster, the previous word took about five minutes, and at the moment a word was written in about thirty seconds, the strokes were clear, the size was appropriate, this is the most regular one written in all the words. Tang Tianyao's pupils shrank, and he let out a soft 'huh', and slowly lowered his raised hand. He is going to knock Liu Wei'an unconscious, people's potential is unlimited, but the process of digging out the potential is phased, no one can achieve it overnight, Liu Wei'an's ** overdraft has reached the limit, and there is no benefit except for damage to the body, he doesn't want to see a good seedling ruined in his hands, but Liu Wei'an suddenly regained his energy, which surprised him.

After the surprise, the curiosity in his eyes became a little thicker.

After so long ago, only a third of a page was written, and after the speed was accelerated, in less than half an hour, a piece of paper was written, although the calligraphy was very poor, at least every stroke could be seen clearly, and it was three points stronger than the children who had just learned to write.

The last stroke fell, Tang Tianyao's wrist moved, and he had already changed a piece of paper, the speed was extremely fast, the soldier only felt a flower in front of him, the rice paper had been changed, and the five bodies that he admired in his heart fell to the ground.

When the black air flow overflowed from the dantian, a starry sky pattern appeared in the depths of his mind, some lines were dim, some lines were glowing, and most of the lines were blurry, hidden in the dark, but Liu Wei'an was very happy, because every time he saw this pattern, there were more places lit.

"The Dark Emperor Sutra", a scripture that caused endless turmoil, every time it appeared, it helped him get through the difficulties, and he tried it repeatedly. It's just that some are disobedient, and when they usually want to, they can't be summoned.

The black airflow is small, but it plays a dominant position, the yellow airflow obediently follows behind as a little brother, extremely docile, as the airflow flows through the meridians of the whole body, the lost strength recovers at an alarming speed, a pair of arms are full of strength, and the exaggerated giant pen is suddenly much lighter.

Grass: Licorice, Polygonatum Polygonatum Root, Long Pine, Rhizome, Zhimu, Cistanche, Liedang, Gastrodia, Atractylodes, Gouji, Morinda Morinda Radix, Yuanzhi, Xianmao, Xuanshen, Salvia, Comfrey, Pulsatilla, Panax notoginseng, Coptis chinensis, Coptis chinensis, Duhuo, Duhuo...... From jerky to smooth, Liu Wei'an's writing speed increased again, and at about 8:10, the second page was completed.

When the last three words were written on the third page, a burst of empty flesh was used in his heart, Liu Wei'an's body trembled, his strength faded like a tide, his arms sank, and the brush almost hit the ground.

Every inch he lifted, he used all his strength, his body was like a hollowed out well, and he couldn't seep out any more water, and the "Corpse Emperor Sutra" and the "Dark Emperor Sutra" disappeared at the same time, refusing to provide any more help.

“…… ......"

“…… Thinking ......"

Liu Wei'an only felt a burst of blackness in front of him, and a strong sense of weakness seemed to hit the top of his head by a meteorite, he couldn't wait to throw away the brush, so he lay down and fell asleep, but he couldn't, he still remembered one thing in his heart, and there was still one word left to write.

“…… Child! ”

With the last strength to write the last stroke, he couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes were dark, he fell softly, and before he landed, he was caught by Tang Tianyao, his eyes were full of a faint smile, and he said to the soldiers: "Clean up here." ”

"Yes." The soldier straightened up and said loudly.

Tang Tianyao didn't say anything more, and left with Liu Wei'an like a little chicken.