Seeing that he had Yunhai, Lintian sighed for a while, maybe he hadn't discovered it at that time, and his Yunhai was almost exhausted.

If it weren't for his own memories of entering the dream realm, he might not have known until now that the exhaustion of his sea was caused by the Wen family.

Around Lintian's body, the golden luck seemed to have turned into a small snake, branching out into countless ones, drilling inward in various parts of Lintian, until finally converging into the vortex formed in Lintian's body.

Although Lintian didn't know what was going on, at this moment, in addition to the severe pain all over his body, he suddenly felt a hot force in his abdomen, and as the pain in his body increased, this power also increased little by little.

"Calm down, don't distract your mind, continue to write your poems, now that luck has begun, you should feel the strangeness in your body, don't worry, this is the first stage of the formation of Yunhai, you just need to finish writing your poems now, write as much as you can!" At this time, Cheng Ying's voice came in his ears.

After hearing these words, Lintian finally knew the reason, put his heart down, and then continued to control his will, preparing to write a poem. Lintian clenched his teeth and moved his wrist in pain, and the pain in his heart became even more intense.

I don't know when it started, when Lintian faced pain, he was not so afraid, and every time such pain came, Lintian never flinched, as if he accepted it gladly, in fact, he knew in his heart that some pain was much more powerful than these external ones.

Compared to the bullying he received as a child, there is still the sadness of the loss of a loved one, and these things are nothing. It's only been a few months. But Lintian finally saw the light. He didn't want to give up halfway, and he didn't want to regret that he couldn't find out the cause of his parents' death because of his cowardice.

Therefore, at this time, even if Lintian suffers great pain, he will endure it.

I don't know how long it took, the red glow in the sky has gradually darkened, and Lintian is struggling. After writing the second sentence, the pain of pins and needles in my body still continued, and the heat in my abdomen was the same, but it was not as strong as before.

However, Lintian was not in the mood to take care of this, and now he had completely forgotten to think, only knowing that he had to finish this poem.

Cheng Ying still stood patiently aside, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Lintian's performance can already be regarded as good, under such luck and pain. If you can insist on writing two sentences, it's already good. And Cheng Ying saw that the sea of fortune in the sky was more and more supported by the national fortune covenant.

In fact, he didn't explain to Lintian at the beginning, it was intentional, because only if he didn't give Lintian a limit, he could complete it for a long time, if he let Lintian know from the beginning, he could write a sentence that was already very good, I am afraid that it will make people's hearts lose the heart of persistence.

Cheng Ying looked at the sky, and then looked at Lintian who was working hard, and sighed softly in his heart: "Well, yes, such a backbone, there is no premise assistance like that of a wealthy family, it is not easy to come here, the day has passed, it is estimated that when I am halfway through writing, it should be the limit." ”

Cheng Ying has received a lot of talent here, so he can still guess what kind of level a person can basically reach, Lintian is already considered to be the best among the people he has seen, and if he can have such perseverance, he is already higher than many people. Because luck is to determine the beginning of every cultural practice.

Luck has always been a very difficult process, to let people have the luck of the sea, this is originally a thing against the sky, in addition to the realm of Wenxiu, in fact, its own luck is also more or less divided into levels, and it all depends on the luck of each Wenxiu to decide.

The size of each person's sea transport is different, that is to say, the capacity to accommodate qi luck is different, and naturally the more it is, the more it is. Qi luck outside of oneself is not something that can be obtained casually, and after opening the sea for the first time, it can only slowly expand with the realm.

Generally, people who have just opened the sea transport, the luck that can be accommodated in the sea is limited, if the ordinary luck of the 'Yunhai' is equivalent to a pool, then the sea after the national luck may be a big river, or even larger, so it is impossible to compare an ordinary luck of the sea and the sea of the national luck.

Just imagine, if a person's fortune is a river at the beginning, then when he does not improve a realm, that is to say, his luck will be several times higher than that of people of the same level, and the ensuing gap is obvious.

A long time has passed, and it is late at night, and the two officials on the altar have already walked in, standing with Cheng Ying, and they are very surprised to see that Lintian is not over yet.

"It seems that this Lintian will become a great weapon in the future, and it has lasted so long. One of the men wearing the official robes of the Ministry of Rites said.

The other nodded and said, "I can last for a day, looking at it, I'm afraid it won't end tonight!"

Cheng Ying said: "This Lintian is really good, but in my opinion, it should be almost the limit, and in a few hours, it should be over, if he can finish half a poem, I think, his sea may not be worse than 'those people'!"

"Oh, that sounds like Cheng Ying, Lord Cheng Ying has a standard?" said the Ministry of Rites official.

Cheng Ying shook his head, "I just said that it was possible, and he is just a talent now, it's too early to say anything, and the people in there can't get in by relying on half a poem." ”

After Cheng Ying finished speaking, the two officials nodded secretly, they all knew that the 'people' they were talking about, some of them were even more powerful than the luck of the country, after all, the 'Son of Heaven Academy' was not something that could be entered casually.

After a long time, Cheng Ying and the two adults were still waiting silently, but the strange thing was that Lintian did not have any movement to give up, although it was very slow, but it was still moving, and the three of them could clearly see the ink pen in Lintian's hand and the traces of struggling to walk on rice paper.

According to what Cheng Ying said before, Lintian, you have really finished half of the writing, although he is unconscious at the moment, and his whole body is tingling and numb, but Lintian has no intention of giving up, he must finish the whole poem.

The two officials looked a little worried and said, "This ...... Master Cheng, there won't be any problems, this is already halfway written, and he still has to insist on it. ”

Cheng Ying looked at Lintian, and he was also surprised in his heart, he originally thought that the limit of Lintian was half a song, but he didn't expect that Lintian was still going on, and judging from this situation, it is estimated that it will be written until tomorrow morning.

Cheng Ying said: "Don't worry, I'll watch, nothing will happen, it's a good thing that he can have such perseverance, it's not too early to see the hour, the two adults should go to the side hall to rest, I'm here, I think it will be over early tomorrow morning!"

(To be continued.) )