The Wen Qi in the Xiantian Wen Palace was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the cultural atmosphere in the two literary palaces was almost the same and almost balanced, the collisions and disputes were finally reduced to a minimum.
After finishing the grammar, Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon frowned.
This method treats the symptoms but not the root cause!
In the Xiantian Palace of Literature, there are currently two stars of poetry and a moon of poetry and civilization, which are continuously generating literary energy.
The other half of the song "About to Enter the Wine" is also embedded in it.
It can be said that the army is strong and the horse is strong.
Even if there are no more poems published now, within half a year, he will reach the peak of rank nine.
However, the Xinsheng Wen Palace is empty. The literary energy contained in it is still left over from the saint's literary energy. The quantity is not large, and there is no supplementary source.
As long as the cultural balance between the two sides is once again imbalanced, they will be in conflict again.
By that time, the wounds that keep appearing on his body will be enough to kill him.
Not to mention the Wenlu and the Wengong were shattered, and it was impossible to die any more.
Li Changan's face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss. He got up with difficulty and boiled hot water for himself.
He slightly opened the robe on his arm, revealing a dense number of small wounds on his arm, and even a wound so deep that the bone was visible, and he bared his teeth and claws ferociously at himself.
"If you can't solve the problem by consuming literary energy, is it possible that you will never improve in the future?"
"Only if the Star of Poetry and even the Moon of Poetry and Civilization appear in the Xinsheng Wen Palace as soon as possible, can the two Wen Palaces be in peace for the time being."
When the cultural energy in the two literary palaces was once again out of balance, Li Changan used Sparks to Start a Prairie Fire, which happened to help ignite the fire.
"The physical body cannot fall. If my body was as hard as iron, I would be able to carry it longer without causing so many wounds in one collision..."
The newly appeared Wen Lu and Wen Gong completely disrupted Li Changan's plan.
The slightest mistake will result in being shattered to pieces.
Now, he seemed to be standing on a tightrope on the edge of a cliff, with an abyss beneath his feet.
"Who is the second force that just appeared?" Li Changan recalled the scene in Yingsheng Pavilion, and felt fear in his heart.
"It must have been aware of my innate cultural treasure, so it appeared. After the mutton-fat jade book covered the innate cultural treasure, it disappeared."
"It's definitely not a saint's literary spirit! Is there someone spying on the innate cultural relics!? But that's a holy temple..."
Li Changxin felt a thunderous explosion.
If it weren't for the Suet Fat Jade Book, my secret might have been discovered by the second force.
Thinking of this, Li Changan couldn't help but smile bitterly again.
Precisely because the suet-fat jade book concealed the existence of the innate cultural urn, the sage's literary qi created a brand new ordinary cultural urn for himself.
Now, the two cultural records and the two literary palaces are in opposition, which has brought an unsolvable life and death crisis to themselves.
Whether it is consuming Wen Qi, improving the Wen Qi in Xinsheng Wen Palace, or practicing martial arts to increase physical strength, they are actually just treating the symptoms and not the root cause.
If the two literary palaces cannot coexist, this life and death crisis will exist!
With the help of the Sparkling Fire grammar, the hot water will heat up quickly.
Li Changan tested the water temperature, took off his robe, and buried himself in the wooden tub.
The clear water suddenly turned blood red.
After washing it several times, the blood on his body was washed away. However, the wounds and the pain that hit him like a tide reminded Li Changan all the time.
There is a time bomb in your body that can blow you up at any time!
After putting on his robe, Li Changan lay weakly on the couch, thinking about how to improve the literary spirit in Xinshengwen Palace as soon as possible, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"I now have two pieces of cultural relics, doesn't that mean I can have two identities!?"
In the midst of all the bitterness, there seems to be a little comforting sweetness!
"Two literary palaces cannot coexist, and their cultural styles are incompatible. Once they meet, they will become hostile to each other..."
"But it shouldn't be all bad. At least I have two literary palaces, which means that within the same level, my literary spirit is twice that of others!"
"And the two identities... may give me more space."
Li Changan took a deep breath, his mind recovered from the initial confusion, and he gradually came up with other ideas.
"Taibai's identity and my identity, Li Changan, have been exposed and can only be bound together."
"But no one knows about the new Wenlu and Wen Gong. This will be my biggest trump card besides the mutton-fat jade book!"
"If I plan it properly, my new identity can help me confuse everyone's attention, and it can also help me obtain unimaginable benefits without anyone noticing!"
"When everyone turned their attention to Taibai, they didn't know that Qinglian was growing secretly."
"You have to think carefully..."
"Since Xiantian Wenlu is linked to Taibai's identity, what should I name my other identity?"
Li Changan flicked his fingers unconsciously, and after a while he showed a malicious expression.
"Qinglian of Qinglian Jushi... Li Bai, also known as Taibai and Qinglian Jushi, they are all the same person anyway."
"From now on, the innate cultural urns will be called Taibai Wenlu and Taibai Wenggong; the newly born cultural urns will be called Qinglian Wenlu and Qinglian Wenggong!"
"But Qinglian Wenlu can never have anything to do with the academy. Qinglian can only be a wandering cloud and a crane, and can only be a folk scribe!"
Two hours later, the collision between the two literary palaces became fierce again.
Li Changan had no choice but to use Spark to Start a Prairie Fire. A flame burned slowly on his fingertips, and then he stretched out another finger. The two flames were like two candles.
"So if we don't solve the problem of conflict in the civil palace, I can only sleep for two hours at a time?"
Li Changan was having fun in his misery, with flames appearing on all five fingers, as if he was juggling.
Wait until the literary spirit is restored to balance, then put away the grammar.
"It's a good way to practice grammar."
At this time, Zhang Fugui opened the courtyard door and walked in.
As soon as he walked into the courtyard, a strong smell of blood rushed into Zhang Fugui's nose.
Zhang Fugui immediately glanced back and forth warily and walked into the room faster.
"Chang'an, what's wrong with you?"
Li Changan got up and grinned in pain, "Something went wrong. Please help Uncle Zhang buy some golden sore medicine for me."
Zhang Fugui opened Li Changan's sleeves and his eyes suddenly focused, "How could it be like this!?"
There are countless small wounds, and wounds that are deep enough to show bone are even more heart-wrenching.
Li Changan smiled palely, "Sorry to trouble Uncle Zhang."
Zhang Fugui nodded and quickly left the yard.
Not long after, Zhang Fugui came back, holding a dark jar.
After opening the jar, a foul smell suddenly came out. Li Changan was already dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and now he almost fainted from the stench.
"Uncle Zhang...what is this? It can't be that thing, right?"
"You kid doesn't know good things. This is the mangniu ointment that I personally prepared. It's useful for even eighth-level warriors."
Zhang Fugui asked Li Changan to untie his robe and help apply the medicine.
The ointment was applied to the body, and it felt cold for a while, and the stench seemed to dissipate a bit.
"Uncle Zhang, I want to learn martial arts..." Li Changan said suddenly.
Zhang Fugui's movements on his hands froze slightly, and then he continued to apply the ointment, "That's okay. Practicing martial arts can also provide you with more self-defense methods."
"But I only know the more common exercises in the military, which are difficult to practice, and the results are half the effort with half the effort."
"It was only through repeated life-and-death fights and the hard work of water grinding that I was able to reach this level."
"Wait until your master comes back and ask him what he thinks."
Li Changan nodded.
After applying the ointment, Zhang Fugui put away the jar and left the yard again.
When he came back, he was carrying a three-layer food box and said, "Eat something quickly. You are seriously injured. Eat more food to replenish your body."
It's all big fish, big meat, and ginseng chicken soup.
While Li Changan was eating in the house, Gu Weidao finally came back.
"What does it smell like?" Gu Weidao sniffed.
"The smell of Mangniu ointment." Zhang Fugui said.
"What happened?" Gu Weidao also knew what Mangniu Ointment was and asked quickly, "Where is Chang'an?"
"Inside, I came back a long time ago. I'm covered in injuries. It's scary." Zhang Fugui said worriedly.
Gu Weidao's heart skipped a beat, then he hurriedly walked into the house, "Chang'an, what happened?"
Li Changan put down his bowl and chopsticks and bowed weakly, "During the Wenqi initiation in the Holy Temple, something went wrong and Wenqi rioted, so I was injured."
"Is Wen Lu okay?" Gu Weidao asked worriedly.
Literary documents are the foundation of a scribe. If something went wrong with the literary documents, Li Changan's life would be ruined.
"It's okay, it's just that there are a lot of injuries on my body..." Li Changan managed a smile.
"Eat quickly and take good care of yourself after eating." Gu Weidao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked Li Changan to eat.
Zhang Fugui said from the side, "Chang'an said he wants to practice martial arts. What do you think, Lao Gu?"
Gu Weidao paced back and forth, then nodded seriously,
"Yes, every top scribe actually has a certain level of martial arts cultivation, so that he can maximize the power of his literati."
"Before, I was worried that you would distract your energy in the initial stage, so I stopped you from practicing martial arts. Now it seems that practicing martial arts is okay."
Zhang Fugui touched his head and said, "The exercises I have are all military exercises, and the level is too low. If Chang'an practices this, it will be a waste of time."
Gu Weidao nodded and looked at Li Changan, "Chang'an, there are martial arts techniques in the Zhushan Treasure House. At the end of the month, you can go to the Zhushan Treasure House to choose."
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, "My disciple has gone in, but there is a vast sea of stars inside. It is really difficult to find martial arts skills."
Gu Weidao explained, "Wen Dao treasures will cause your Wen Palace to tremble, but martial arts treasures will arouse your body, and you can feel it if you calmly comprehend it."
After Li Changan finished eating, Gu Weidao frowned severely when he saw the injuries on Li Changan's body.
The consequences of the Wenlu riot were more serious than he imagined.
"Now that you have passed the county examination and the identity loopholes have been completely closed, you should return to the county seat as soon as possible and don't let others know that you are coming to the county."
Gu Weidao warned, "The longer you and Lao Zhang stay in Linxian, the less safe it will be."
"Sleep here tonight and leave early tomorrow morning. Don't stay too long."
"Otherwise Master..." Li Changan wanted to say something.
Gu Weidao shook his head and stopped Li Changan from continuing, "I can't leave Linxian, let alone show up in the county."
"If you have any questions, please write to me. Don't act like a little girl."
"Yes..." Li Changan nodded helplessly.
at night,
Li Changan was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and fires appeared on his fingertips from time to time.
Now, although he has two literary palaces, he is at his weakest.
In the past, I tried my best to improve my literary spirit, but now I have to find ways to consume my literary spirit.
"Qinglian Wenlu must be allowed to grow as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
"At the end of March, the list of literary saints will be settled. One song will be at the top, and another will be in the top ten. The literary spirit will only become more and more terrifying, and there may even be a Poetry Civilization Month."
"The Qinglian Palace will probably collapse in an instant."
"It seems that the only thing that can be used on Qinglian urn now is "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"..."
Li Changan thought, "We have to find Cong Bookstore quickly."
When the spark that started a prairie fire extinguished, Li Changan finally closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.