Rise From Doomsday Chapter 194: , copy book (below)

The second stroke fell. In the second grid, it was still horizontal, and the soldier's eyes widened again. Compared with the first stroke, this stroke was almost normal.

Some people say that horizontal and vertical strokes are the most used strokes in calligraphy, and they are also the simplest strokes. They can be written on their own, but they are also the most difficult strokes to practice. The thickness, size, length, and weight can express different moods and Naturally, Liu Weian's aura is far from reaching this level. Even with a normal brush, he can't write a good hand. At this moment, what he is entangled with is the tip of the brush, which is thin and straight. In theory, it is fine. The tip of a needle can definitely write graceful handwriting, but no matter how hard he tries, the strokes he writes are several times thicker than the tip of the pen.

Liu Wei'an is not without greed, he concentrates on practicing "horizontal", stroke by stroke, trying to make each stroke follow his own vision, but every time he lifts the pen, he finds what he writes. Always run counter to imagination. He didn't realize that every time he wrote a stroke, the soldiers on the side who were in charge of spreading rice paper were deeply shocked. As a soldier following Tang Tianyao, I have seen students who have been punished. There are no one hundred or eighty. Very few can write strokes with a giant brush, very few can persist for an hour, and very few can not curse. , And all these, Liu Wei'an did. At this time in the past, he could already pack the rice paper and go back to think about Tang Tianyao's report, but now, he feels that this work will continue for a long time.

Two hours later, Liu Wei'an has already started to practice the strokes of "vertical". Each piece of rice paper has 182, 13 rows, and 14 grids in each row. If you want to keep a word, every grid should be'vertical'. The exact same strokes are extremely demanding on the wrist, and within a square inch, it is the world. Don't talk about moving your arms, even if your breathing changes slightly, the strokes will be out of shape. Liu Wei'an tried his best to control his breathing, sweat ran out of lines along his forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe it.

Pages of rice paper piled up behind him, and its thickness gradually increased. The surprise in the soldier’s eyes had become numb, and he could write the strokes smoothly in three hours. This was the first person he had ever met. , I’ve never even heard of it before. Even if a person who has been strictly trained holds an object weighing more than 100 kilograms and does not move for three hours, it is estimated that he can’t do it. A newcomer can’t do it even with the power of the gods. You know, one side still has to stance.

Liu Wei'an did it.

Four hours, when the bell rang after class, Liu Wei'an wrote the first word, grass! There are a total of nine paintings, all composed of horizontal and vertical, and it took a full five minutes. Each of them is very eye-catching when viewed individually, but when combined, they appear to be extremely twisted and uncoordinated.

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

"Grass!"

Five or six classmates stared blankly on the ground for almost five or six seconds before moving slowly to Liu Wei'an's face. The expression in his eyes could not hide the shock, Xiao Jie swallowed, his voice was dry Baba said: "Brother, you wrote this?"

Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but made no sound, and shook his head as an answer.

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

Liu Wei'an rolled his eyes and didn't want to answer.

"Are you tired?" Xiao Jie asked again.

"Isn't this nonsense?" If there is extra strength, Liu Wei'an will definitely say so, but at this moment, he doesn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

"You work hard, I will withdraw first." Xiao Jie patted Liu Wei'an on the shoulder. Although the force was very light, he almost fell Liu Wei'an. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and almost cursed.

"Complete early and dismiss get out of class early." Tang Dingdong was also one of the last classmates who persevered. He left the next sentence without hesitation. After all, it’s a girl. Although she was tired and wanted to sleep directly on the ground, in order not to lose her image in front of others, she walked back to the dormitory nonchalantly. Apart from the stiff steps, she could hardly see the horse stance she had spent several hours. .

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

"Okay." After Liu Wei'an finished speaking, he speeded up a lot, but he felt a lot of this. For soldiers, the speed was still slow like a snail.

One hour, two hours, and three hours have passed. It is already 8:30 in the evening. The night has already fallen and the lights have been turned on. Liu Wei'an still maintained the posture of Zamabu, staring at the ground. With no distractions, he concentrates on writing. Inside his body, "The Book of the Dead" is running frantically, like a big river bursting its bank, roaring out, and the yellow air current washes the sore muscles over and over again, so that the muscles are always active. However, supplement Liu Wei'an's speed is less than the consumption speed. Liu Wei'an has insisted on reaching the limit. At this moment, even a small accident will interrupt his state of concentration. Once the state is broken, he may immediately pass out.

Liu Wei’an didn’t know. The original soldier stepped back and stood straight. The person replacing the rice paper became Tang Tianyao. Tang Tianyao’s blade-like gaze revealed a bit of surprise at this moment. A gifted student, he I've seen a lot of them, but it was the first time he saw Liu Wei'an's talent. General geniuses write like this, the limit is three hours to get down, Liu Wei'an has persisted for seven hours, which made him a keen interest.

How long can this student last? Many teachers or students who wanted to pass here were all driven away by him, which did not affect Liu Wei'an's state.

The muscles will inevitably tremble again. This time, more severe than the previous few times. Liu Wei'an awakened from the ethereal state, faintly feeling that his body has reached its limit. If he persists, it will cause damage to the body. It was extremely harmful. When it was about to stop, a black air current overflowed from the pubic area with the yellow air current. The amount of the black air current was very small, but when it appeared, Liu Wei'an felt a strong and extremely powerful infusion of vitality. The body, the dry body was instantly moisturized, and the shrunken cells began to fill up, cheering with joy.

With a movement of the wrist, the writing speed suddenly increased. The first character took about five minutes. At this moment, one character was written in about thirty seconds. The strokes are clear and the size is appropriate. This is the most regular written in all the characters. One. Tang Tianyao's pupils shrank, he let out a soft "Huh", and slowly lowered his raised hand. He intends to stun Liu Wei'an. Human potential is unlimited, but the process of tapping the potential is phased. No one can do it overnight. Liu Wei'an's physical overdraft has reached its limit. Apart from the damage, there is no benefit. He didn't want to see a good seedling ruined in his hands, but Liu Wei'an suddenly regained his energy, which surprised him.

After being surprised, the curiosity in his eyes became stronger again.

For so long ago, only one-third of a page was written. After the speed increased, less than half an hour, a piece of paper was written. Although the calligraphy is poor, at least one stroke can be seen clearly , Is still three points better than a kid who just learned to write.

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

When the black airflow overflowed from the dantian, a starry sky pattern appeared deep in my mind. Some lines were dim, some lines were glowing, most of the lines were very fuzzy, hidden in the dark, but Liu Wei An is very happy, because every time he sees this pattern, there are more places to light up.

The "Dark Emperor Sutra", a sutra that caused endless disturbances, each time it appears, it helps him to tide over the difficulties, and it has been tried and tested. It's just a bit disobedient, and can't be summoned when I usually want it.

The black airflow is small, but it plays a dominant role. The yellow airflow obediently follows behind and becomes a little brother. It is extremely gentle. As the airflow flows through the meridians of the whole body, the lost strength recovers at an astonishing speed, and a pair of arms is full. The power, the exaggerated giant pen is suddenly lighter.

Grass: Licorice, Polygonatum, Long pine, Cistanche, Anemarrhena, Cistanche, Lidan, Gastrodia, Atractylodes, Gouji, Morinda officinalis, Polygala, Curculio, Scrophulariacea, Salvia, Lithospermum, Pulsatilla, San Seven, Huanglian, Huhuanglian, Duhuo... From jerky to smooth, Liu Wei'an's writing speed increased again, around 8:10, and the second page was completed.

When the last three characters were written on the third page, there was a burst of virtual flesh on his mind. Liu Wei'an's body trembled, and his strength faded like a tide. His arms sank and the brush almost hit the ground. A moment before the rice paper, I grasped the brush tightly and lifted it inch by inch.

Every inch ~IndoMTL.com~ is exhausted, my body is like a hollowed-out well, and there is no more water leaking out. "The Emperor's Book of Corpses" and "The Book of Darkness" disappear at the same time. , Refused to provide any more help.

"...phase..."

"...think..."

Liu Wei'an only felt black in front of his eyes, and a strong sense of weakness seemed to hit the top of his head. He wished to throw away the brush and just lay down to sleep, but he couldn't. He still had one thing in his mind. There is one word left to write.

"... son!"

Exhausted his last effort to write the last stroke, he couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes went dark, he fell softly, before landing, he was caught by Tang Tianyao, his eyes were full of faint smile, facing The soldier said: "Clean up here."

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

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

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