When the second stroke came down, it was still a horizontal line in the second grid. The soldier's eyes widened a little wider. Compared with the first stroke, this stroke was close to normal handwriting.
Some people say that horizontal and vertical strokes are the most commonly used strokes in calligraphy, and they are also the simplest strokes. They can form characters on their own, but they are also the most difficult to practice. The thickness, size, length, and weight can all express different moods and momentum. Liu Wei An was naturally far from this level. Even with a normal brush, he couldn't write well. At this moment, what he was struggling with was the tip of the brush. It was thin and straight. In theory, it was as thin as a needle tip. The pen tip can definitely produce Juanxiu's handwriting, but no matter how hard he tries, the strokes he writes are several times thicker than the pen tip.
Liu Wei'an was not greedy for too much. He concentrated on practicing "horizontal", one stroke at a time, trying his best to make each stroke go according to his own vision. However, every time he picked up the pen, he found that what he wrote was always the same as what he wrote. Imagination runs counter to that. He didn't realize that every time he wrote, the shock in the eyes of the soldier next to him who was responsible for laying out the rice paper became deeper. As a soldier who follows Tang Tianyao, I have seen students who were punished, ranging from 100 to 80. There are only a few who can write strokes with a giant brush, a few who can persist for an hour, and a few who can not curse. , and Liu Wei'an did all of this. Normally at this time, he could pack up the rice paper and go back to report the results to Tang Tianyao, but now, he feels that this work will continue for a long time.
Two hours later, Liu Wei'an had already started practicing "vertical" strokes. Each piece of rice paper had 182 characters, 13 rows, and 14 squares in each line. If he wanted to miss every word, he would make exactly the same "vertical" strokes in every square. , the requirements for the wrist are extremely high, and the world is within a small inch. Not to mention moving your arms, even a slight change in breathing will make the strokes lose shape. Liu Wei'an tried his best to control his breathing. Sweat flowed down his forehead in lines, but he had no time to wipe it away.
Page after page of rice paper was piled up behind him, and the thickness gradually became higher. The surprise in the soldier's eyes had turned into numbness. He could write smoothly in three hours. This was the first person he had ever seen. I have never heard of it. Even a person who has undergone rigorous training may not be able to hold an object of more than 100 kilograms without moving for three hours. And a newcomer, even with the power of the gods, cannot do it. You know, There is also a horse step on one side.
Liu Wei'an did it.
Four hours later, when the bell rang, Liu Wei'an wrote the first word, grass! There are nine paintings in total, all composed of horizontal and vertical strokes, and it took a full five minutes. Each stroke is very eye-catching when viewed individually, but when combined together, it looks extremely distorted and uncoordinated.
In the end, the five or six students who persisted moved their numb legs and moved step by step in front of Liu Wei'an. They saw the words on the rice paper on the ground at a glance and blurted out the words without exception.
"Grass!"
The eyes of five or six classmates stared blankly at the ground for about five or six seconds, and then slowly moved to Liu Wei'an's face. Their eyes could not hide the shock. Xiao Jie swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a dry voice: "Brother, did you write this?"
Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He shook his head as an answer.
"Fuck!" Xiao Jie's face twitched, "Are you still a human being?"
Liu Wei'an rolled his eyes and didn't want to answer.
"Are you tired?" Xiao Jie asked again.
"Isn't this nonsense?" Liu Wei'an would definitely say this if he had any extra energy, but at this moment, he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes.
"You work hard, I'll withdraw first." Xiao Jie patted Liu Wei'an on the shoulder. Although the force was very light, it almost knocked Liu Wei'an down. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and almost cursed.
"Finish it early and finish class early." Tang Dingdong was also one of the students who persisted in the end. He left without saying anything serious. After all, she was a girl. Although she was so tired that she wanted to just lie down on the floor and sleep, but in order not to lose her image in front of others, she just walked back to the dormitory as if nothing had happened. Except for the stiffness of her steps, it was basically impossible to tell that she had been walking for several hours. .
"Classmate, although it is my job to serve you, I still want to say that you should speed up," the soldier said.
"Okay." After Liu Wei'an finished speaking, his speed increased a lot. However, this was largely due to his own feeling. For a soldier, this speed was still as slow as a snail.
One hour, two hours, three hours passed, and it was already half past eight in the evening. Night had already fallen and the lights had been turned on. Liu Wei'an still maintained his posture, staring at the ground, without any distractions and concentration. Writing, in his body, the "Corpse Emperor Sutra" was running crazily, like a river bursting its banks, roaring out. The yellow air flow washed away the sore and numb muscles over and over again, keeping the muscles active. However, the replenishment speed was less than The speed of consumption has reached the limit for Liu Wei'an. At this moment, even a small accident will interrupt his concentrated state. Once the state is broken, he may fall into coma immediately.
Liu Wei'an didn't know that the original soldier stood back and stood straight. The person who changed the rice paper became Tang Tianyao. Tang Tianyao's blade-like eyes showed a bit of surprise at this moment. He had seen many talented students. It was over, but this was the first time he had seen a talent like Liu Wei'an's. For ordinary geniuses to write like this, the limit is three hours before they have to lie down. Liu Wei'an has persisted for seven hours, which aroused his strong interest.
How long can this student persist? Many teachers or students who wanted to pass by were all driven away by him, so as not to affect Liu Wei'an's condition.
The muscles inevitably trembled again. This time, it was more severe than the previous times. Liu Wei'an woke up from his ethereal state and felt that his body had reached its limit. If he continued, it would cause great harm to his body. When the damage was about to stop, a black airflow overflowed from the Dantian along with the yellow airflow. The amount of black airflow was very small, but as soon as it appeared, Liu Wei'an felt an extremely rich vitality injected into his body. My body was moisturized all of a sudden, and my shrinking cells began to plump up, letting out cheers of joy.
As soon as my wrist moved, my writing speed suddenly increased. It took almost five minutes to write a word before, but now I finished writing a word in about thirty seconds. The strokes are clear and the size is appropriate. This is the most regular word among all the words written. Tang Tianyao's pupils shrank, he said softly "Hey", and slowly lowered his raised hand. He planned to knock Liu Wei'an unconscious. Human potential is unlimited, but the process of tapping out potential is staged. No one can achieve it overnight. Liu Wei'an's physical overdraft has reached the limit. If he continues, he will have no impact on his body. There was no benefit besides the loss. He didn't want to see a good seedling ruined by his own hands, but Liu Wei'an suddenly regained his energy, which surprised him.
After being surprised, the curiosity in his eyes became a little stronger.
It took such a long time before, but only one-third of the page was written. After speeding up, in less than half an hour, I finished writing on one page. Although the calligraphy is very poor, at least I can see each stroke clearly, which is better than just now. Children who learn to write still need to be three points better.
When the last stroke was made, Tang Tianyao moved his wrist and replaced a piece of paper. The speed was so fast that the soldier's eyes only felt blurry. The rice paper had been replaced, and he was filled with admiration.
When the black air flow overflowed from Dantian, a starry sky pattern emerged in the depths of his mind. Some lines were dim, some were glowing, and most of the lines were blurred and hidden in the darkness, but Liu Wei'an I am very happy, because every time I see this pattern, more places light up.
The "Dark Emperor Sutra", a sutra that caused endless turmoil, helped him overcome difficulties every time it appeared, and it worked every time. He is just a little disobedient and cannot summon him when he usually wants to.
The black air flow is small, but it plays a dominant role. The yellow air flow obediently follows behind and acts as a little brother. It is extremely docile. As the air flow flows through the meridians of the body, the lost strength is restored at an alarming speed. A pair of arms are full of power and exaggerated. The huge pen suddenly became much lighter.
Grass: Licorice, Polygonatum, Changsong, Wei Rui, Anemarrhena, Cistanche deserticola, Lidang, Gastrodia, Atractylodes, Gouji, Morinda, Polygala, Curculigo, Scrophulariaceae, Salvia, Lithospermum, Pulsatilla, Panax notoginseng, Coptis. , Hu Huanglian, Duhuo... From jerky to smooth, Liu Wei'an's writing speed increased again. At about 8:10, the second page was completed.
When he was writing the last three words on the third page, a burst of weakness came over his heart. Liu Wei'an's body trembled, his strength faded like a tide, his arms sank, and the brush almost hit the ground. Before he touched the rice paper, In an instant, he grasped the brush tightly and lifted it up inch by inch.
Every inch he lifted was exhausted with all his strength. The body was like an emptied well, no more water could seep out. The "Corpse Emperor Sutra" and "Dark Emperor Sutra" disappeared at the same time, refusing to provide any more help. .
"……Mutually……"
"……think……"
Liu Wei'an only felt that his eyes were going dark, and he felt a strong sense of weakness as if a meteorite hit his head. He wished he could throw away the brush and just lie down and sleep, but he couldn't. He still remembered one thing in his heart, and there was still one thing left. Not a word was written.
"……son!"
He used up his last strength to write the last stroke. He couldn't hold on anymore. His vision went dark and he fell softly. Before he landed, he was caught by Tang Tianyao. With a faint smile in his eyes, he said to the soldier: "Get this place in order."
"Yes." The soldier straightened his body and said loudly.
Tang Tianyao said nothing more and left Liu Wei'an like a chicken.
