Practice has proved that hard work is also a very particular science-

When the sun shines into the window and is warmly sunny on the bed, Ye Junsheng is still unable to get up.(.

m_) It was like last night that I had experienced a melee fight that was not worthy of being a human being. I lost too much energy, and both my spirit and body seemed to no longer belong to me.

The feeling of strength is very serious.

Fortunately, all of this is worth it.

Refining magic weapons with your thoughts can not only be transformed into your own use, but also exercise the tenacity of your thoughts at the same time to make them grow and grow.

After experiencing this game, Ye Junsheng clearly felt that his soul seemed to have participated in fitness, and he became much stronger, and the Yangguan realm was greatly stabilized. He left his body during the day, and even was exposed to the strong sun and the strong wind, he could last for a long time.

Progress is only prepared for those who have made efforts.

After lying quietly for a while, Ye Junmei's cry came from outside, saying that Huang Chaozhi was coming. Only then did he pluck his strong will and get up and open the door.

When Huang Chaozhi saw him, he was shocked: Why did a savage come out of the room? After seeing it clearly, he finally recognized him:

"Junsheng, are you?"

Ye Junsheng shook his long hair "silly" and said, "I'm laughing." He quickly went to wash up. When he looked at the bronze mirror, he saw his "sharp brother" look, and almost couldn't even recognize him. He hurriedly used knives to repair it, which was how he returned to his former style.

I was obviously losing weight, but when I started to use my thoughts and observed the person in the mirror, I saw a ball of blood and energy that grew a lot. In addition to a ray of rays of rays of rays of light, there was another breath.

This is a white aura, mixed with bright red blood, which is extremely eye-catching and visible at a glance.

Mortals have five spiritual lights, blood and energy are red, official energy is yellow, color, evil energy is black, literary energy is colorful rays, and wealth and honor are blue.

Then, this white qi should be the legendary Taoist qi.

When the Taoist qi emerges, it means that it has officially entered the threshold of a sorcerer and embarked on the path of immortality. I just heard from the great sage that the Taoist qi condensed by the Taoist sect is purple, the Buddhist sect is gold, and the Demon Sect condensed is blue. Is it said that the Taoist qi of a virtuous sect is white?

That should be it.

Ye Jun grew and breathed: This Taoist Qi. He woke up and opened his mind in class, but he had not yet formed all the eight swords of Yong. He must have only been nurtured recently.

The so-called qi, no matter what type, needs to be nourished. It cannot be nourished without raising it. If it is interrupted and relaxed, the qi that was originally cultivated will slowly dissipate and lose. For example, those who have been in the upper hand for a long time will lose authority once they are in power. The official qi will blow on the eggshell and gradually break down.

The cultivation of Taoist qi means that Ye Junsheng has been reborn and has become a rank of warlocks.

After looking at it for a while, he calmed down and came out.

Huang Chaozhi praised: "You are full of energy and will be full of confidence in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."

"Tomorrow night?"

Ye Junsheng was a little confused.

Huang Chaozhi smiled and said, "Junsheng has worked so hard that he will not count on time. Tomorrow night will be the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."

Ye Junsheng showed a sudden look: Time is like an arrow. Refining the mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth, life is so fast...

After pondering slightly, he suddenly said, "I won't attend the poetry meeting tomorrow." Many things require continuity. Now that the treasure seal is refining, it is in a subtle state. It is not advisable to interrupt the distraction. If he follows this momentum, he is confident that he can break the two bans.

By contrast, attending poetry meetings becomes less important.

"What, you don't attend?"

Huang Chaozhi almost jumped up. He never expected this to be the result.

Ye Junmei was also surprised. What's wrong with her brother?

Ye Junsheng did not explain too much. Since things were decided, they would not change. After breakfast, he continued to go back to the study to retreat, and he was filled with anger. He wanted to do his best to fight and try to take the opportunity to break a few more restrictions. If this breath was relaxed, many blocking variables would be added out of thin air.

"Junmei, what happened to your brother?"

Huang Chao's two-year-old Vajra was confused and couldn't figure out why Ye Junsheng wanted to give up the poetry meeting. It was simply inexplicable.

Ye Junmei pouted and shook her head: "Mr. Huang, I don't know either." She was quite worried. Her brother's current state was vaguely similar to when he was a bookworm. He was addicted to something, obsessed with and almost obsessed with, and was indifferent to external affairs...

Something must have happened to my brother. Is it related to the Great Sage?

The girl fell into deep thought, but she didn't mean to ask directly: the brother didn't want to tell her about some things, obviously because she was afraid that she would worry about it.

Then pretend not to worry, my brother likes to see a happy self.

...

The news that Ye Junsheng did not attend this poetry meeting was like a wind with wings, which soon spread everywhere. It was not that Huang Chaozhi had a big mouth, but that he had no intention of saying it, and then he spread to ten, ten to hundreds of places, and soon heard it in the streets.

In the academy, Ye Junsheng was originally a solitary person. He was not a withdrawn person, but rather that he had extraordinary secrets.

The best way to keep secrets is to stay alone.

Moreover, at this stage, he doesn't have much time to accompany his classmates to eat, drink and have fun, and he has slacked off in practicing for the sake of human feelings - the path Ye Junsheng has to take is destined to be different from others.

Therefore, except for Huang Chaozhi and others, not many of them are friends. In most people's minds, except for doubts, most of them are curious or cold words.

Especially the students who belong to Guo Nanming's camp were all sarcastic. The implication was that Ye Junsheng retreated at the last minute, worried about his lack of strength and was afraid of making a fool of himself, so he would rather choose to be a turtle with his head.

The neutral faction was even more disappointed. They were looking forward to Ye Junsheng's dark horse miracle in the Daoan Poetry Club again, adding to the topic, but they didn't expect that they would simply say that they would not attend the Poetry Club.

The Masters and gentlemen in Guanchen Academy were also confused and were quite puzzled: Ye Junsheng did not participate, Guanchen Academy was equivalent to self-destructing a capable student, and his momentum was greatly affected. A few days ago, people from Tiangu Academy and Baishui Academy were bullied to the door.

However, Ye Junsheng decided not to attend the poetry meeting as a private matter, and others were not able to force him to go.

This guy is not very proud!

...

"Ye Junsheng said he would not attend this year's poetry meeting?"

After hearing the news, Guo Nanming was moved. In his opinion, Ye Junsheng had no reason not to participate in such an important poetry meeting. Even if he could not win the lead, he might have been considered a success in entering the top few.

Mr. Liu San laughed and said, "I just said he has no real skills, and now he is all exposed."

Guo Nanming murmured: "Is it because the poem "Nian Nujiao" in Daoan's poem is not written by him, but has another origin? No, his name as the first in the third trial will never be fake..."

The boy exam was a regular exam. With Ye Junsheng's identity and family background, he had no chance of cheating for personal gain and getting the first place in the third exam.

He thought for a little headache and said to himself: "What is Ye Junsheng's intention? Could it be a false news that fools people?"

Thinking about this possibility, his spirits were shaking. If this is true, then Ye Junsheng would be too cunning.

Mr. Liu San didn't think so complicatedly, and said, "I don't know, anyway, the news about Huang Chao's statement."

Guo Nanming waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about him. Whether he participates or not, I must be my own."

His mentality has indeed changed a lot now, becoming calm and calm, and less frivolous.

...

"Haha, Brother Linyuan, it is said that this Ye Junsheng is a person who deceives the world and has revealed his true form now."

On the top scholar's building, Zhao Qingbao and Liu Linyuan were sitting opposite each other, drinking.

There was a hint of disdain on the corner of Liu Linyuan's mouth: "Hmph, it's a blessing that we thought he was a character before we came to Jizhou, but we didn't expect it to be so unbearable."

The two of them regard it as a shame for being scared by a pig to piss off. Now that they have the chance, they cannot let it go easily.

Zhao Qingbao stood up with a glass of wine and said generously: "We scholars cherish our own and fame. Ye Junsheng didn't even dare to attend the poetry meeting, so he felt guilty. I am sure now that the song "Nian Nujiao" must have been stolen from him, but I don't know where it was stolen. It's a pity that there is no evidence, otherwise it would have to be made public and ruined."

He is righteous and strict, with the style of a righteous envoy. He wants to seize Ye Junsheng's foot, drive out such a scum, and restore the literary world to a righteous and righteous manner.

Hey, that's...

As he was talking, he saw a soft sedan chair passing by on the street below from the corner of his eyes. The curtain of the sedan chair was swept open, revealing the face of the woman sitting upright inside. I don’t know which daughter of the family was traveling. She was beautiful and looked at her beautiful face. She couldn’t help but swallow her saliva and felt itchy in her heart.

He said intimately: It’s a pity that it’s in Jizhou. If it’s in Rongzhou, you can follow and tease him. With your talent, you won’t be able to win it and achieve a romantic and romantic story of a talented man and a beautiful woman?

When he was in Rongzhou, he often did it, often hooked up with ladies from a wealthy family, climbed the wall to have a private meeting in the middle of the night, and was proud of it, and often showed off himself in front of his classmates and friends!

Although Liu Linyuan came from Baishui Academy in Xiazhou, they met each other because of studying abroad, so they could be said to be close friends. Seeing Zhao Qingbao talking silently, his eyes seemed to fall outside the building. When he thought about it, he immediately knew what was going on, so he smiled: "Brother Qingbao has a new discovery?"

Zhao Qingbao came back to his senses and laughed: "It's a pity that he is in Jizhou."

Liu Linyuan said: "So what about Jizhou? When tomorrow night on Guyun Peak, on the full moon night, there will inevitably be many ladies and daughters from a wealthy family. At that time, Brother Qingbao will show his talents and express his eloquence. Those women will not be crazy for you and throw themselves into your arms?"

"Haha, your strength. But then again, Brother Linyuan, with your talent, will definitely not be inferior to me."

The two praised each other and exchanged cups, and they were so happy that they continued to scold Ye Junsheng when they were drunk.

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