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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.

It could be used for calligraphy by itself, but it was also the most difficult calligraphy piece. The thickness, size, length, and severity of the calligraphy brush could express a different mood and aura, Liu Wei An was far from this level, and even with a normal brush, he was still unable to write a good calligraphy piece. At this moment, what he was tangled up with was the brush tip, which was sharp and straight.

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.

"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 class 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.

One hour, two hours, three hours had already passed, it was already 8: 30 P.M., the night was already approaching, the lights were already on, Liu Wei An still maintained his horse stance, staring at the ground, concentrating on writing, inside his body, the "Corpse Emperor Scripture" crazily circulated, like a large river that had burst its banks, roaring out, the yellow flow of air continuously washed away his sore muscles, keeping them active. However, the speed of replenishment was slower than the rate of consumption, Liu Wei An had already reached his limit, at this moment, even if there were any mishaps, he would interrupt this state of concentration, breaking it would cause him to immediately faint.

How long could this student last? Many of the teachers and students who wanted to pass by were all driven away by him, preventing others from affecting his condition.

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 moment of surprise, the curiosity in his eyes deepened.

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.

As soon as the last stroke landed, Tang Tianyao's wrist moved and he changed the piece of paper. He was so fast that the soldier could only see a blur before his eyes. The xuan paper had already been changed.

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 brimming with strength, and the exaggerated brush suddenly became much lighter.

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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.

Every inch he lifted, he used up all of his strength. His body was like a well that had been dug out, not a single drop of water could seep out. The Corpse Emperor Scripture and the Dark Emperor's Scripture were concealed, and he was no longer willing to provide any help.

"... "Xiang …"

"... "Sigh …"

Liu Wei An only felt his vision darken, the strong sense of weakness felt like a meteorite had hit his head. He wanted to throw away his brush and just lie down to sleep, but he couldn't.

"... "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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