My heart was beating like a war drum, all the blood in my body suddenly rushed to the top of my head, and the sound of pulsating blood vessels could be clearly heard in my ears.
Li Changan wanted to shout, but he couldn't.
For the first time, handwriting appears on the mutton-fat jade book. If your situation attracts the attention of others and clues are discovered, your life may be in danger.
He still doesn't know how many methods there are in this literary world, so he can't take this risk.
"Sister-in-law... let's go back..." Li Changan gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and suppressed.
Liu Zhiyin, who had been immersed in the beautiful scenery one breath, was filled with fear the next moment, "Er...Erlang, what's wrong with you?"
His big eyes were full of panic. Li Changan was in such pain that he was about to die.
Those bloodshot eyes were like an injured beast huddled in the corner, full of violence and fear.
Liu Zhiyin felt like her heart was about to break.
"Sister-in-law, help me...go back."
Li Changan stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Liu Zhiyin quickly hugged his arm and lifted it up with all her strength.
"Let's go home, let's go home..."
Flustered and scared, Liu Zhiyin's tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Li Changan managed to hold himself up, suppressing the raging heart in his body, and with Liu Zhiyin's support, he left the rooftop of Wangxing Tower.
The young man in white, who took the maid with him and approached the oiran, suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned around and saw Li Changan's back.
"Sir, what's wrong?" the maid asked in confusion.
The young man in white frowned slightly, "I seem to feel a different aura."
As he spoke, his eyes moved towards the three people sitting in the pavilion.
I found that the three of them had no reaction.
"Did I sense it wrong?" The young man in white shook his head and quickly put this idea aside. Then he waved his folding fan with a frivolous smile and reached out to lift the oiran's smooth chin.
The maid behind her showed a helpless expression, Miss, are you a little too into the drama?
If the master finds out, I will be sold.
Qin Zizhao, who was among the students at the county school, raised his head and looked around, "It's really strange, why hasn't Li Changan come up yet?"
"I also want to introduce him to you."
"I'll definitely come up later, why are you so anxious?"
"that is……"
…
Li Changan kept his head down, for fear that others would notice something strange about him.
The mutton-fat jade book was shaking, and the poem on it seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast, trying to break away from the shackles.
And this shackles is your own body.
He used all his strength to resist. Once he couldn't resist, his body seemed to break into pieces.
Not vomiting, not happy.
And the only way to release the power within the body is to let this poem appear in the world.
Li Changan felt something.
Because this poem that appears on the mutton-fat jade book is the source of this power.
There are so many poems in my memory, and I write and recite them every day, but it has never been like this.
The only difference is that this poem appears on the mutton-fat jade book!
That moment of mind-shaking, that moment of melting into the scenery was deeply imprinted in Li Changan's mind, and also appeared on the mutton-fat jade book.
Liu Zhiyin used all his strength to become Li Changan's support and squeeze through the crowd.
Some people looked around strangely, but they quickly stopped paying attention.
This guy seems to be drunk.
There are so many people at Wangxinglou Poetry Club, so it is normal for there to be one or two drunkards.
…
back home,
Li Changan finally couldn't hold it on any longer, so he opened his mouth and spurted out a pool of blood.
My eyes seemed to be about to burst, my ears could no longer hear the outside sounds, my blood was flowing, and my heart was beating like a drum.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Li Changan felt that the pressure in his body was relieved.
But in Liu Zhiyin's eyes, this scene seemed like the sky was about to fall.
"Erlang, I'm going to find the doctor, I'm going to find the doctor right now..." Liu Zhiyin's big eyes were filled with fear, as if the person in front of him was about to completely leave her in the next moment.
No, absolutely not!
Liu Zhiyin wanted to help Li Changan to the bed, but there was nothing she could do. It took all her strength to bring Li Changan home.
Li Changan coughed up another large mouthful of blood, shook his head, and finally recovered his vision and hearing.
"Sister-in-law, it's okay."
After saying a word of relief, Li Changan stood up staggeringly, grabbed the stone in the corner, used the ground as paper, and carved one big character after another with all his strength.
Every time he carved a word, the surging power in his body decreased by one point. Li Changan even heard a clicking sound similar to breaking glass.
In my mind, a zigzag crack suddenly appeared in the dark place filled with thin white mist.
From the crack, a white light, like warm jade, which is not dazzling, gently falls and flows into the darkness.
The thin white mist that diffused seemed to have found an outlet for venting, slowly gathering towards the depths of darkness.
Liu Zhiyin, who was sitting paralyzed on the side, was completely stunned. At this time, Li Changan seemed to be crazy, writing on the ground even if he was coughing up blood.
She didn't even dare to leave, for fear that Li Changan would do something to hurt herself.
Helplessness, fear.
Tears are like broken pearls, falling continuously.
Li Changan wrote faster and faster, and there were more and more cracks in the darkness filled with white brilliance.
This darkness is like a wall, blocking the light behind it.
It was obviously the last step to knock down the wall of darkness, but it just couldn't be sustained.
It's like I have to smash the entire darkness to pieces before I give up.
After finally writing the last word "lou", Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
The poem on the ground is like the finishing touch, with a faint white mist transpiring.
The next moment, the ground shook violently, and the twenty words seemed to have turned into real objects, and they continued to sink, leaving a messy deep groove on the ground.
Boom!
The scene in front of Li Changan changed again. The white mist that filled the darkness actually faintly gathered into a huge... vertical monument that was almost as high as two floors.
There are hazy patterns around the vertical monument.
This is a tendency to condense into entities.
The vertical monument absorbed the brilliance flowing from the cracks, and seemed to become more solid, but the speed of solidification was like a turtle's speed.
Li Changan finally came to his senses, "Sister-in-law...sister-in-law..."
Liu Zhiyin could no longer suppress the anxiety in her heart and hugged Li Changan, "Go and lie down on the bed. I'll make some medicine for you."
There was a cry in the voice, which made people feel sad.
Li Changan patted Liu Zhiyin's back gently, "Sister-in-law is fine, I feel like my body has gotten better..."
At the moment when the monument was erected, on the top of Wangxing Tower, the young man in white was the first to raise his head in horror, followed closely by the county magistrate and county magistrate, who stood up abruptly regardless of his manners.
Qin Zizhao and other county students also suddenly changed their expressions.
How is this going!?
Why do the organs inside the body tremble?
This is not an ordinary tremor, but a tremor of surrender and awe.
This tremor came and went away just as quickly.
But all those who possess literary skills cannot remain calm.
The young man in white bit his silver teeth lightly, and a few words popped out of his mouth, "Xiantian... Wenlu!"