Chapter 143 Moved
Professor Sun felt even more strongly that way; his hand holding the drawing paper tightened involuntarily, as if afraid of ruining it. He quickly looked down and saw that the ink on the paper seemed to be slowly flowing.
A continuous stream of black energy surged from the ink, flying from the paper towards the brush suspended in mid-air.
Professor Sun subconsciously followed the movement of the black mist.
The next second, I saw with my own eyes that as the black mist continued to increase, the brush... moved!
The calligraphy brush, suspended in mid-air and shrouded in thick black mist, landed in Du Qian's hand with incredible speed.
Du Qian lowered his eyes to look at the calligraphy brush in his hand, then gently stroked its surface, his eyes filled with longing and pain.
Then he lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
When he opened his eyes again, they were deep and calm.
Du Qian slowly raised his head, holding the brush, and began to write swiftly, using the air as paper and the yin energy as ink.
The brushwork is simple yet precise; where the brush tip glides across, the black mist seems to flow with shimmering stars.
A faint golden light flickered within, and the illusory characters quickly coalesced.
After he finished writing, the golden light within the illusory characters in the air grew even brighter, but it only lasted a moment before slowly dimming.
The black mist gained the upper hand, causing the originally formed characters to tremble slightly, rippling outwards like waves, as if slowly disappearing with the gentle breeze.
The room fell silent instantly, leaving only lingering shock.
Everyone present was deeply moved, immersed in the desolation and weight of history that spanned a thousand years, as if they had witnessed countless moments of joy and sorrow in history.
"This...this is Tang Dynasty calligraphy!"
Professor Sun's voice trembled, and he spoke incoherently with excitement: "The brushstrokes are powerful and vigorous, and the rules are rigorous."
He couldn't help but swallow, his eyes filled with respect and admiration as he looked at Du Qian: "It has both the slender and vigorous style of Chu Suiliang and the grand and majestic style of Yan Zhenqing. This is by no means an imitation; it can only be the work of someone from the Tang Dynasty!"
Professor Li, who was standing next to him and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, couldn't help but exclaim, "Quick, look at the contents!"
"In the second year of the Kaiyuan era, Guanzhong suffered a severe drought, with the land parched for thousands of miles. A dou of rice cost a thousand coins, and people resorted to cannibalism... This is from the Old Book of Tang, but he wrote it in even more detail than the book records!"
Du Qian's illusory figure stood in place, his face solemn and sorrowful. His low voice seemed to carry a hint of pain: "This is a record in the 'Records of Folk Customs' about the third year of Tianbao. There was a famine for three years. Such events are common in the book."
He sighed heavily and continued, "During my lifetime, I did not hold a high official position, and what I saw and wrote was only a small part of the world. However, I wrote down everything I saw and heard without embellishment or omission."
Du Qian slowly raised the brush, only to find it unusually heavy. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, yet he stubbornly persisted in writing:
"In the twenty-eighth year of the Kaiyuan era, Gai Jiayun, the military governor of Longyou, captured Suyab and presented the captives to the capital. However..."
Before he could finish speaking, before he had written more than half of the character "然" and before the turning point of his pen had even fallen, just as he was about to continue writing that long-forgotten history, a sudden change occurred!
The transparent figure flickered violently, surrounded by blackness, and then vanished in an instant.
The calligraphy brush in his hand instantly lost its support and plummeted straight down.
"Ah! Mr. Du!"
Pei Xingyao couldn't help but scream in surprise upon seeing this.
Just as the brush was about to fall to the ground,
A black figure moved swiftly, a foot clad in a black tactical boot thrusting forward with precision, the toe hooking out and gently applying force, instantly lifting the drooping calligraphy brush upward.
Immediately afterwards, it was caught steadily by a hand with a black half-finger.
The movements were fluid, clean, and efficient.
Pei Xingyao's gaze followed the hand.
It's that super-skilled female agent!
At this moment, she lowered her eyes to check if the brush was intact, then bent down to put the brush back on the coffee table, stepped back to her original position, as if the actions just now were done casually.
Wow, that's amazing!
Pei Xingyao gasped involuntarily, her eyes burning with excitement, and she stood up abruptly.
So handsome! Absolutely so handsome!
He's a hundred times cooler than any female lead in any spy movie she's ever seen!!!
Director Qin reacted swiftly, his expression instantly turning serious. He stepped forward, looked at the intact calligraphy brush on the coffee table, then at the drawing of Du Qian on the paper, and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Du?"
"Sorry, I seem very tired?"
Du Qian's eyebrows slowly opened on the drawing paper, his eyes filled with exhaustion and confusion: "It's like I suddenly lost all my strength."
Upon hearing this, Director Qin frowned deeply: "Do you know the reason?"
Du Qian slowly shook his head, full of confusion.
Lin Yan'an pondered for a moment and said, "I might know..."
As he spoke, he took two steps forward, met Director Qin's sharp gaze, and calmly pointed to the drawing paper.
"Mr. Du exists because of his obsession, and his form is revealed through his paintings every night,"
"Wanwan said that this black mist is yin energy, and ghosts and yin energy are equivalent to people and energy."
"When energy is depleted, a person becomes weak and powerless, and the same is true for the obsessions of ghosts."
Director Qin pondered, "Then, with the yin energy gone, Mr. Du's obsession will also..."
"Won't."
Lin Yan'an shook his head and replied firmly, "Wanwan said that either she can resolve her obsession, or it can only dissipate with time."
"And Mr. Du's obsession has already been drawn by her, so it should be relatively stable. The current situation seems more like his energy has been depleted?"
"That is to say, the yin energy that sustains his activities is insufficient. You can see here that the yin energy on the ink on the paper seems to have faded a bit."
A knowing glint flashed in Director Qin's eyes. He looked at the spot the man was pointing to, squinted, and saw that, indeed, the color was lighter than when he first saw it.
But yin energy?
He didn't see it.
But looking at the changes on the drawing and Du Qian's condition, he quickly made a judgment: "So, Mr. Du needs to replenish this yin energy in order to continue communicating with us?"
Lin Yan'an nodded: "Theoretically, yes."
"To be honest, Wanwan once drew me a picture of a cat son named Zhong Suisui. It likes to consume yin energy to replenish its energy."
"Cat son?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Director Qin's eyes, and his brows furrowed even more as he repeated, "Yin energy can be consumed directly?"
"Um."
Lin Yan'an nodded: "Sui Sui is fine, but as for the others... I'm not really sure."
"However, Wanwan and Suisui both said that the food I make contains yin energy. Should I give it a try?"
"If that doesn't work, then we can only wait for Wanwan to wake up, or take Mr. Du to our store to try."
"She once said that the grocery store that Wanwan opened had a special magnetic field and was a good location for gathering yin energy, which might also be helpful to Mr. Du."
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