Lintian vaguely remembers that when he was lucky, he felt like a cave bitten by ten thousand insects, and when he saw his performance at this time, he also felt a little emotional.

Lintian carefully looked at his luck at that time, and at the same time, he also found some heart-warming scenes for himself.

Lintian's whole body had already been wet with sweat, although it had only taken a few breaths, but Lintian seemed to feel quite long. The sharp pain of needles and needles all over his body made him unable to think calmly, and now his only belief is to finish writing his song "Crossing Zero Ding Yang".

After a long time, Lintian finally finished writing the first word 'human' little by little, but this did not make him breathe a sigh of relief, but frowned even deeper, because when he finished writing this character, the needle prick pain all over his body was more intense.

Lintian relied on his willpower to move his wrist a little bit, and he didn't dare to let any other parts of his body have any extra movements, because every time he moved, he would increase a pain, and even breathing, he could feel that his chest was pierced by countless flying needles.

Slightly relieved, Lintian regained his strength, ready to start writing the word 'sheng', which really requires courage, because this kind of pain, as if it has reached the bones, and he is not a numbing pain, this is the key, the general pain may reach a certain level, it will be numb, but Lintian is different.

Every time he felt as if he had to adapt, the pain suddenly increased, and he felt his spirit being stimulated at the same time, and every time he wanted to faint, this pinprick effect. I can't even pass out. Lintian had thought about it before. What kind of process is the opening of the Universiade.

It's just that the feeling now is very different from what he thinks in his heart, he never expected that luck would be so painful.

After a while, Lintian finally finished writing the second word 'sheng', and the sweat on his forehead was as big as a soybean, and he wanted to take a few big breaths at this time. But he tried his best to control it, because breathing heavily would also be an unnecessary burden.

Lin Tian lowered his eyelids slightly, this was the only way he could rest, but at this moment, Lin Tian's heart was a lot calmer, "Is this 'good luck', I really didn't expect it to be so painful, it seems that I still don't understand this 'real luck', but at present." Master Cheng Ying asked me to write poems under this severe pain, which should have a good intention. ”

"So it seems. Everyone who has been blessed with the fortune of the country should be lucky here, and they must have experienced such suffering, and since they can, I can too. Thinking of this, Lintian's eyes were full of determination again.

Then, with a ruthless heart, he moved his wrist again and began to write down a word, although his face was already a little distorted.

Cheng Ying looked at Lintian and saw that he did not succumb to such pain, and he could feel the firmness in his eyes, and he also nodded secretly in his heart. In fact, Lintian didn't know that not all people could fully accept the reward of national luck, even those who wrote poems like him.

For hundreds of years, there are not a few people who can write poems about national fortune, and you can know it by looking at the bookshelves in this hall, and like Lintian, there are many people who can make poems about national fortune before they become literary cultivators, and they are all the same, and they all accept the reward of using the 'National Fortune Palace'.

But over the years, only a few people have been able to write the entire poem under the luck of the country. There are even people who give up their luck halfway because of such pain, and although they also become cultural cultivators, their future achievements will not be long-term. So when Cheng Ying saw the firmness in Lintian's heart, he was still quite satisfied, after all, he was the person named by the 'man in Tsing Yi' to take care of.

In fact, as long as you become a showman, you will be able to get the opportunity to be lucky, and the imperial court will send cultural officials to help these students get lucky, just think about it casually and you can understand that the power of national luck and an ordinary cultural and cultural luck can not be compared.

The so-called luck is to let people really open the perception and control of their own qi clouds, everyone is born with the luck of the sea, this is the place that carries the luck, but if there is no luck, the sea will not have, without the sea of luck, it can not be called Wenxiu, and to open the sea of luck, it requires a specific power of luck to be forcibly opened in the body.

Expand the sea of fortune, naturally there are differences, the power of strong luck, naturally open the 'sea of luck' will be much more than others, so that the luck will naturally be more than others, the benefits of which are naturally needless to say, so the children of the nobles, if they can't get the power of the national fortune to be lucky, almost all of them will ask the advanced literary cultivation or even the saint to be lucky.

Luck is intangible, it can determine people's lives, and even make people have unimaginable power, and people can obtain him in many ways, which is the most intuitive and simple view of Wen Xiu.

A person's fate and luck are innate, and so is everything, luck has long been set, but when you step into the realm of cultural cultivation, you have the ability to spy on all this, and even be able to change your life and get more luck. Ordinary people can only feel the existence of luck, but they can't control their luck, let alone get it out of thin air.

And when a person really enters the cultivation of literature, he will be able to feel the principle of luck, and he will be able to turn luck into 'substance' and become his own strength. The realm of Wenxiu often says, 'One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulations of yin virtue and five merits.' This is the way to improve the realm of Qi Luck in Wen Xiu.

Lintian didn't know this, he didn't even know what 'good luck' was, after all, he was born in a poor family, and unlike the children of big families who were strictly taught since childhood, many things, Lintian can only learn the day after tomorrow to know.

At this time, it was already past noon, and most of the day had passed unconsciously, and the feeling to Lintian was as if he had walked extremely slowly, and then he understood the feeling of living like a year.

After another two hours, Lintian finally finished the first sentence, "Who has not died in life since ancient times". When he finished writing the last word 'death', suddenly the power of luck from the outside world flicked, and Lin Tian suddenly felt that the sharp pain on his body was superimposed several times.

He could feel as if his whole body had been pricked by needles and appeared in the pinholes, and as if these small holes could still breathe, and while causing pain, he began to absorb something inside. Lin Tian just felt that there seemed to be a whirlpool in his body, and the 'things' that were sucked in through the pinholes all converged towards this whirlpool.

Cheng Ying's eyes suddenly lit up, looked at Lintian, nodded with satisfaction, and said softly: "It's not bad, I wrote the first sentence, and it seems that I am finally going to start ......" (to be continued.) )