The night was spent happily, and everyone was intoxicated by this beauty.

The next morning, it was another sunny day.

There was a "bang" in the courtyard of the village chief's house, and another bowl was broken. Ling Tian looked at the gruel flowing on the table and shook his head with a wry smile. Counting last night's drinking, he had broken a dozen bowls, and although he was already very careful, as long as he used a little force, the bowls would be crushed by him.

"Alas, I don't let people eat properly. Really, this power is too big to control. Just this half-eaten breakfast took him a lot of time, thinking of this, Ling Tian had no choice but to viciously grab the two big steamed buns, and only this was suitable for him, although the steamed buns would also be very flat, but barely managed to eat them.

"How can I control my power, I can't keep going like this, I'm going crazy. Forget it, don't think about it, have a headache, let's go out for a walk. Ling Tian rubbed his head, he drank too much last night, he didn't know how to drink it in the first place, and the wine here was strong, if it weren't for the fact that his physique had strengthened a lot, it was estimated that he would have slept until dark before he woke up.

Ling Tian walked slowly along the path of the village, and soon came to a small river.

The water of the river is clear and transparent, and it flows babblingly, occasionally touching the large stones on the bank, stirring up beautiful white flowers, and sometimes making a "tinkling winter" sound. There were a few very old willows on the bank, and the branches of the willow trees hung long and hung down into the river, and the breeze blew and rolled up the slightest ripples. A few studious children by the river broke a few sticks of wood in the grove next to them, and learned a few words in the mud that they didn't know much.

The characters of this world are a little different from the characters of Ling Tian's original world, some are similar to the fonts of ancient China, but in fact, they are not too bad, and Jianmu has been engraved in his mind early in his spiritual world. However, knowing is one thing, and it is very different from actually writing.

Seeing those children writing, Ling Tian also came. So he also folded a few small sticks of wood to prepare to write, but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the ground, he noticed the problem.

He held the middle and upper part of the branch, the tip of the pen touched the ground, and just as he was about to write a few strokes, the branch broke into two sections in an instant. Try a few more, the same result, the tip of the pen just touched the ground and broke, and I couldn't write at all. Sure enough, it's still a matter of control!

"Is it a matter of control again? Okay, I'll be on a par with you, and I won't give up until I write well. ”

Thinking of this, Ling Tian quickly ran to the grove on the side, going back and forth several times, breaking many small branches and piling them on the side of the river, building them high. He knows very well that it takes a lot of energy to practice this.

Bump, break, bump, break, bump, break, bump, break, bump, break...... Ling Tian squatted by the river like this and kept practicing, as soon as the small wooden branch was broken, he threw it to the side, replaced it with another one and continued to practice.

If you don't go crazy, you won't become a Buddha! Ling Tian was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, completely forgetting everything about the outside world. Now, he will only focus on writing and painting in front of him. The small wooden branch he had brought with him gradually became shorter, and the small wooden branch that had been broken next to him gradually became taller than him squatting by the river, and time slipped away quietly.

Soon it was dark, and there was no moon in the sky, only a few stars, trying little by little to release their own brilliance.

Ling Tian stood up and stretched. His legs were numb, and the fingers of his right hand were red from practice. However, his efforts have not been fruitless, and now he has been able to write several strokes on the ground and keep falling, what a step forward.

"Gollum, Gollum~" Ah, according to Ling Tian's terrifying amount of food, he should have been hungry a long time ago, but it was also strange at that time, he was not hungry at all. Now that I came to my senses, the surging hunger came rushing in. No, if I don't go back, I'm going to starve to death here.

When he returned to the village chief's house, he directly ate a nonsense meal, once again showing his amazing amount of food. Ling Tian touched his belly, which was not bulging at all, the ghost knew where he had eaten all those things, and then went back to the house to sleep satisfied.

The next day, Ling Tian got up early. Yesterday's fatigue is gone, but refreshed. Now he can finally eat a better meal without worrying about crushing the bowl. Of course, it's just that you don't crush the bowl anymore, but if you want to use something as small and flexible as chopsticks, you can't do it. This time he had prepared a day's worth of dry food, and he really didn't want to feel the torture of hunger anymore.

Practice, practice, practice, selfless practice, Ling Tian once again entered that crazy realm. Look up, the sky is dark again, and the dry food around me still hasn't moved, forget it, let's not take it, accept your fate, be hungry, be hungry.

Day 3, Day 4......

After four days of hard work, Ling Tian finally made greater progress. Now he can write! The riverside is densely lined with some zigzags, like traces of small insects crawling around. Although the words were extremely ugly, after all, Ling Tian was very excited to be able to write words.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8......

After eight days of crazy practice, Ling Tian's character finally had another terrifying transformation!