Chapter 117: Close the gate of hell and walk through it
March 30,
Li Changan headed to the academy with a jar of mangniu ointment.
In the past two days, "Butterfly Lovers" has been making great progress, and the scripts in Qinglian Wen Palace are exuding an increasingly rich literary atmosphere.
Although it is still not as good as "Two Songs of Lovesickness", it can at least have some effect.
Where there is one, there are two. One day, the two warring palaces can be completely balanced.
But before that, there is still a hell gate waiting for you to break through.
This time the Literary Saint List is settled, if I can survive, Taibai's name will have to be dormant for the time being before Qinglian Literary Palace fully grows up.
The closer he got to the academy, the more uneasy Li Changan felt, and his body became stiff unknowingly.
By the time they arrived at Zhushan, Li Changan's face had become extremely pale and his legs were stiff, as if he were a walking zombie.
Seeing Li Changan like this, Xu Nian was surprised and said, "What's going on? Today is the settlement of the Literary Saint List, not the execution ground."
"Is this jar reserved for ashes?"
Li Changan grinned and found that he couldn't laugh at all, "Deputy Manager..."
"Go in, the academy has given you a lot of culture this time."
Xu Nian waved his hand and said,
""Shangxie·Giving a Friend" topped the list, "Two Songs of Love" occupies the fifth place, and you can choose four treasures in the Zhushan Treasure House."
"You kid is making crazy money. In all my years in the academy, I have only entered the Zhushan Treasure House twice, and I haven't gotten as much as you."
Li Changan walked into the secret room, took off his outer clothes randomly, opened the jar, and applied mangniu ointment to his body.
The secret room was immediately filled with a stench that was almost suffocating.
After applying the ointment, a ball of flame suddenly rose in Li Changan's hand, and it continued even though Taibai Wen Palace was suppressed by Qinglian Wen Palace.
He only stopped after completely consuming all the literary energy in Taibai Wen Palace.
At three quarters of the hour,
Li Changan's body suddenly shook, and in the sky above Taibai Wen Palace, the milky-white Wen Sheng List slowly unfolded.
Accompanied by the majestic voice of "Fame is luck, I hope you can gather the luck of the human race again".
Two pillars of light as thick as mountains hung down from the Literary Saint List.
One line merges with the poetry stars of "Shangxie·Giving a Friend", and the other one falls on the poetry stars of "Two Poems of Lovesickness".
Li Changan bit the tip of his tongue, the Wen Sheng List was settled, and Taibai Wen Palace was temporarily out of control again.
He tried his best to open the Qinglian Wen Palace, swallowing the literary energy emanating from the crystal in the secret room.
This is a gift from the academy, and it cannot be allowed to be absorbed by Taibai Wen Palace, otherwise it will inevitably lead to death.
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
In the Taibai Wen Palace, it seemed as if thunder from the sky was falling.
The two stars of poetry shined so brilliantly that even Taibai Wen Palace could not bear it, rumbling and trembling.
Li Changan groaned, and a wisp of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.
The sky above Taibai Wen Palace is as bright as day, and the cultural atmosphere is like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens.
"Boom!"
The stars of poetry representing "Shangxie·Giving a Friend" skyrocketed wildly, turning into a moon of poetry and civilization, shining in the sky.
A literary waterfall falls from the poetic moon.
Li Changan's body seemed to have been slashed by hundreds of knives, leaving dense small wounds.
The literary energy in Qinglian Wen Palace gathered into mist, and the literary energy in the secret room was also pouring into Qinglian Wen Palace, struggling to support the strife in Taibai Wen Palace.
But even so, it cannot withstand the majestic literary momentum produced by the two rounds of Poetry Civilization Month, "Ascending the Ninth Tower" and "Shangxie·Giving a Friend".
Time passed bit by bit, and every moment was a terrible torment for Li Changan.
There are more and more wounds on the body.
But Li Changan still gritted his teeth and persisted. The literary energy in the Qinglian Wen Palace was depleted too quickly, and even if there was the Wen Qi in the secret room as a supplement, it was not enough.
"Boom!"
When the stars of poetry representing "Two Poems of Love" turned into the moon of poetry and civilization, Li Changan could no longer hold on and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
There was a "click" on the Qinglian Wen Palace, and a ferocious crack appeared.
A deep wound with bone visible appeared on Li Changan's back.
The third round of Poetry Civilization Month is weaker than the first two rounds of Poetry Civilization Month, and the resulting literary energy waterfall is also less.
But after all, the threshold of qualitative change has been crossed, and the waterfall of literary spirit has been endless.
"Click."
"Click."
…
In Qinglian Wen Palace, the literary energy was consumed rapidly, and the literary energy produced by the only script star was simply a drop in the bucket.
Five terrible wounds with bone-deep wounds appeared on Li Changan's body one after another.
It was all over the body and back, and there was even a wound that almost cut the arm in the middle.
Blood was pouring out, and no matter how strong the mangniu ointment was, it couldn't take effect immediately.
Soon, Li Changan was left with a pool of blood, which was still spreading outward.
Qinglianwen Palace was trembling, as if it would collapse completely in the next moment.
At this time, the mutton-fat jade book supporting the two literary palaces was opened with a clatter.
The literary spirit in Taibai Literary Palace is like a flood that bursts into the mutton-fat jade book.
…
The list of literary saints dispersed, and Li Changan's control over Taibai Wen Palace returned instantly.
Li Changan quickly opened his palm, and a ball of flame burned brightly, consuming the remaining literary energy in Taibai Wen Palace.
Li Changan smiled weakly and bitterly, and the flame in his palm suddenly exploded, turning into dots of flames and falling on the floor of the secret room, burning the blood and turning it into ashes.
"call……"
Li Changan collapsed on the ground and poured all the remaining mangniu ointment in the jar onto his body with all his strength.
Even the new content that appeared in the mutton-fat jade book, he had no intention of reading. He slumped on the ground weakly, trying hard to activate the grammar, and continued to consume the literary energy in Taibai Wen Palace.
"It's good to be alive..."
After resting for half an hour, Li Changan put on his clothes and staggered out of the secret room.
Xu Nian, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was shocked when he saw Li Changan's miserable state and helped Li Changan.
"What happened?"
Li Changan's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were dull, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment.
"Too much literary energy...the body can't hold on..."
Xu Nian frowned, "Don't go to the Zhushan Treasure House now, go and cultivate quickly!"
As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeve of Li Changan's right arm and his pupils suddenly shrank.
The hideous wound extended from the wrist to the shoulder, and the white bones inside were clearly visible, almost splitting the right arm in two.
The wound was too terrible, and the black ointment applied on it could only alleviate the injury from worsening.
"How could this happen!?"
Xu Nian never expected that something like this would happen to Li Changan.
In his more than ten years in the academy, has he ever seen such a situation?
There was so much literary energy that even the body could not hold on, and almost crippled the person.
How much grace does it take to do this!?
"Let's go, follow me to heal." Xu Nian's feet surged with literary energy, and he carried Li Changan straight to his room.
Qi and blood pills, body-slimming ointment...even a drop of his most precious golden body fluid was taken out.
After working for half an hour, Li Changan's face finally showed some color, and Xu Nian breathed a sigh of relief.
"How much literary power has the Literary Saint List lowered?" Xu Nian wiped the sweat on his forehead with lingering fear.
Li Changan answered vaguely, "There are three rounds of poetry and civilization moon in Wen Palace now..."
Xu Nian shut his mouth, and the three rounds of poems were full of civilization!?
No wonder, no wonder.
Li Changan's rise to the list of literary saints only started in January, but he has been on the list of literary saints one after another.
It even has three rounds of poetic civilization. How much literary spirit does this produce?
Even for masters, poetry and civilization are extremely precious.
Which poetry civilization month can’t be achieved without going through hardships?
But Li Changan, a fledgling apprentice, actually had a three-wheel poem called "Wenming Yue" hanging in his palace.
The body doesn't even have time to sustain itself, so it would be strange if it doesn't burst.
Xu Nian was not without doubts.
Even if he had too much literary energy, he would not suffer such horrific, almost life-threatening injuries.
But even if he was asked to think about it for another hundred years, he would never have imagined that Li Changan actually possessed two pieces of cultural relics that were unprecedented and unprecedented.
"The minor injuries on the body are okay, but the six almost fatal injuries will not recover for two days, especially the injury on the right arm, which requires special attention." Xu Nian frowned and said,
"You should take good care of yourself at home these two days. After you recover, come back to the academy and then enter the Zhushan Treasure House."
Li Changan stood up with difficulty, unable to even salute, "Thank you, Deputy Commander."
"You are my Ninth Tower student, and also my junior brother, so naturally I want to protect you." Xu Nian said,
"Don't think too much. I will discuss countermeasures with the boss when he comes back. You go back with the guards first."
Soon, someone came to escort Li Changan out of the academy.
The worried look in Xu Nian's eyes has not diminished at all.
After Li Changan left the academy in a carriage, he said to the guard, "Please send me to the Jiaofang Department."
"Yes, sir."
Arriving at the gate of Jiaofangsi, watching the escort leave in a carriage, a figure quietly appeared, "Lord."
"Tell my sister-in-law that my classmate has an appointment and won't be going back tonight."
"yes."
Li Changan nodded and slowly walked into the Jiaofang Division.
After walking a few steps, Annan walked out, "Why did you think of Jiaofangsi today... What does it smell like on you?"
Li Changan finally breathed a sigh of relief, put his left arm around Annan's shoulders, leaned against Annan, and said, "Take me in."
Annan's body suddenly stiffened, and he subconsciously pushed Li Changan away and kicked him out at the same time.
"Grass!" Li Changan cried out in pain, Gu Long rolled to the ground, and the wounds on his body that had just healed opened again.
Several nurses and maids nearby looked over.
Annan finally realized something was wrong and hurried forward, "Brother Li, what's wrong?"
Li Changan's lips were pale and trembling, "Take me in and don't let others see anything."
Annan gritted his teeth, leaned over and put Li Changan's arms on his neck, lifted Li Changan up and walked towards Lingxi Courtyard.
"Don't scare me..."
Annan's voice was trembling. Li Changan had a pungent smell, but under this smell, there was also the smell of blood that made his heart palpitate.
"Be gentle..." Li Changan grinned weakly.
Annan was so flustered that even his steps slowed down.
The hand holding Li Changan's waist was wet for some reason.
Finally, Annan took Li Changan to Lingxi Courtyard, asked the maid to clean up the east wing, and carefully helped Li Changan lie down.
Before he could take a breath, Annan's pupils suddenly shrank.