The second stroke, on the second column, was once again horizontal, and the soldier's eyes widened. Compared to the first stroke, this stroke was almost normal.

Liu Wei An wasn't greedy. He focused on practicing 'horizontal' and 'stroke', trying his best to move each stroke according to his plan. However, every time he raised the pen, he found that what he wrote was always the opposite of what he imagined. He did not realize that with every stroke he wrote, the shock in the eyes of the soldier in charge of laying down the paper grew deeper. Even if there were no more than eighty students, there were very few who could draw with a giant brush. There were very few who could endure for an hour, and very few who could not release a curse. Liu Wei An had done all of this. Normally, by this time, he would already be able to pack up the Xuan paper and return to his room to think about Tang Tianyao's results. But now, he felt that this task would continue for quite some time.

Two hours later, Liu Wei An had already started practicing 'verticalization'. Each sheet of paper had 182 lines, 13 lines, and 14 columns. If one wanted to write every single line without missing a single word, each grid would produce the same type of 'verticalization'. Don't even mention moving his arm, even if his breathing changed slightly, it would still cause his stroke to go out of shape. Liu Wei An tried his best to control his breathing. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he didn't have the time to wipe it off.

This was the first person he had ever seen who could draw a pen in three hours. He had never heard of it before, even if it was a person who had undergone rigorous training and was able to hold onto a hundred jin object for three hours without moving. It was unlikely that even the divine power of a G.o.d would be able to do such a thing, but as a newcomer, he had to do it while taking horse steps.

Liu Wei An had done it.

Four hours later, when the bell for the end of cla.s.s rang, Liu Wei An wrote the first word: F * ck! There were a total of nine paintings, and they were all arranged vertically and horizontally. They took a full five minutes to complete, and each one looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

"F * ck!"

Five to six students stared blankly at the five or six seconds on the ground before their gazes slowly s.h.i.+fted onto Liu Wei An's face. Unable to conceal the shock in their eyes, Xiao Jie swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked dryly, "Big Brother, did you write this?"

Liu Wei An opened his mouth but no sound came out. He shook his head as a reply.

"F * ck!" Xiao Jie's face twitched. "Are you still 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 he had any extra strength left, Liu Wei An would definitely say that. But at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

"Work hard, I'll leave first." Xiao Jie patted Liu Wei An's shoulder. Although the strength was very light, it was enough to knock Liu Wei An down. Liu Wei An took a deep breath and stabilized his body. He almost cursed out loud.

"Finish as soon as possible, then end cla.s.s as soon as possible." Tang Dingdong was one of the last students to last. He said a few words and then left. She was a girl after all. Although she was so tired that she wanted to sleep on the floor, in order not to lose her image in front of others, she walked back to the dormitory as if nothing had happened.

"Student, although serving you is my job, but I still have to say it. Your speed should increase." The soldier said.

"Alright." After Liu Wei An finished his sentence, he sped up a lot. However, he felt that this speed was still as slow as a snail to the soldiers.

Liu Wei An didn't know that the soldier had been standing at the side, completely straight, as the person who had changed the paper into Tang Tian Yao. Liu Wei An didn't know that the soldier had been standing at the side, completely straight, as the person who had changed the paper into Tang Tian Yao. Normally, when a genius wrote this, he would have to lie down for at least three hours. Liu Wei An had already persisted for seven hours, which had piqued his interest.

He faintly felt that his body had reached its limit. If he continued to persevere any further, he would cause great harm to his body, and just as he was about to stop, a black Qi flow seeped out of his Dantian along with the yellow Qi flow. The amount of the black Qi flow was very little, but as soon as it appeared, Liu Wei An felt a very dense flow of vitality entering his body.

With a flick of his wrist, the speed of writing increased. The first word took about five minutes, and in about thirty seconds, he had finished writing. The strokes were clear and the size was appropriate. Tang Tianyao's pupils constricted. He let out a soft cry and slowly lowered his hand. His plan was to knock out Liu Wei An, his potential was limitless, but the process of removing potential was divided into stages, no one could do it overnight, Liu Wei An's physical exhaustion was already at its limit, and going any further would only harm his body, and there were no benefits. He didn't want to see a good seedling get destroyed by himself, but Liu Wei An's sudden recovery of energy was very surprising.

After a long time, only one-third of the first page was written, and the speed increased. In less than half an hour, the entire page was finished. Although the calligraphy was very poor, it was still better than learning how to write.

When the black air current overflowed from his dantian, a star pattern appeared in the depths of his mind. Some lines were dim, some lines were glowing, and most of the lines were very blurry, hiding in the darkness. However, Liu Wei An was very happy, because every time he saw this pattern, there would be more spots to light up.

Every time the 'Dark Emperor's Scripture' appeared, it would always help him overcome his difficulties and test his luck. It was just that they didn't listen to him and couldn't summon him when they wanted him to.

The yellow airflow obediently followed behind him as he became a follower, docile beyond compare. Along with the airflow flowing through his meridians, the strength that he had lost was being restored at an alarming rate. His arms were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with strength, and the exaggerated brush suddenly became much lighter.

Gra.s.s Department: Glycyrrhiza uralensis, Ph.e.l.lodendron chinense, Pinus ternata, Fructus Cistanche, Leiden, Gastrodia elata, Atractylodes, Atractylodes macrocephala, Atractylodes macrocephala, Sage Ginseng, Salvia miltiorrhiza, Atractylodes chinensis, Radix Atractylodes macrocephalae, Cortex notariae, Rhizoma From rough to smooth, Liu Wei An's speed of writing increased again. At around 8: 10 PM, the second page was completed.

When he wrote the last three words on the third page, a wave of pain hit him. Liu Wei An's body trembled, his strength faded away like the tide, his arms sank down, and he almost dropped the brush onto the ground. The moment he touched the xuan paper, he grabbed the brush and lifted it inch by inch.

"... "Xiang …"

"... "Sigh …"

"... "Son!"

After using the last bit of his strength to write this last line, he was unable to hold on any longer. His vision turned black, and before he could even hit the ground, he was caught by Tang Tian Yao.

"Yes." The soldier straightened his body and shouted.

Tang Tianyao didn't say anything more. He picked up Liu Wei An like a little chick and left.

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