"If you have any questions about Soul Sect, you can go to Yunhai to find me. I will return to Yunhai soon and continue to practice with the master." Everyone Qin said to Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng nodded. He knew that the sea of clouds was very beautiful in the South China Sea, surrounded by flowers.
"If there is any problem, I will come to find you." Ye Sheng said.
"No matter what, we are all blood-related siblings. In terms of kinship in this world, I am afraid that only the eldest sister, me, and you can be considered the same kind of people. The eldest sister has her own secret. She entered the palace and became a concubine. I want to follow her.
Master is practicing, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come out until he reaches the virtual realm. From now on, if you go out alone, be careful." Everyone Qin said with concern.
Ye Sheng nodded and said with a smile: "No need to worry about me, give me a few years, Prince Ye will definitely regret it."
"Before you take action, let me know. I will come down from the mountain to help you. Even if I can't help you, I can still cheer you up." Everyone Qin nodded calmly.
"Do you have any pen and ink?" Ye Sheng suddenly asked.
Everyone in Qin immediately brought out pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Ye Sheng wrote a poem and completed the entire poem that everyone in Qin liked.
This is a poem by Xin Qiji, one of Ye Sheng's favorite poets in his previous life. Now Ye Sheng completed the remaining parts and handed them to the Qin family.
Everyone in Qin felt like they had found a treasure, holding the paper in their hands without blinking.
In the garden pavilion in the middle of the city, all the servants wrote this poem. One day, I sat alone with the clouds, the sound of the water and the mountains, vying to entertain each other. I wanted to help others in the mountains and rivers, so I said a few words, as if I was thinking of my relatives and friends.
cloud.
It is so bad that I have declined. I have been miserable all my life, and my friends have been scattered. Only a few are left now! My white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and I smile at everything in the world. What can make you happy? I see how charming the green mountains are, and I don’t expect the green mountains to see me like this. Emotion and appearance
, slightly similar.
A statue is scratching its head in the east window. Thinking of Yuan Ming, stopping the clouds to write a poem, it is the flavor of this time. Those in Jiangzuo who are in deep pursuit of fame have never understood the wonderful principles of turbid mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. I don’t hate the ancients but I don’t see them. I hate them.
The ancients did not see my crazy ears. Those who know me are two or three sons.
After reading a poem, everyone in Qin praised it: "It's so well written."
"Second sister, I wish you will achieve the virtual realm as soon as possible." Ye Sheng handed over his hands, then turned and left.
Everyone in Qin looked at Ye Sheng's back with emotion. The submissive child back then has now completely grown up.
…
That night, Ye Sheng became the center of attention on the flower boat. Everyone wanted to chat with Ye Sheng and ask about Qin's family.
But Ye Sheng smiled and said nothing, drinking alone. When he returned to the shore in the morning, he took the Void Demon King and went home directly.
Once he returned home, he would not leave the house.
Every day I either draw, read, practice to recuperate, or absorb the insights of people on earth.
Time flies, and a month has passed.
This month, the outside world has been turbulent, but Ye Sheng's small courtyard has been quiet and peaceful.
The peach blossoms bloom and fall, and the peaches gradually become bigger and slightly green, but they taste different.
On this day, Ye Sheng closed his eyes and rested on the recliner while treating his injuries.
Daniel ran over and said, "Old man, the outside world is spreading the word about the poem you wrote."
Ye Sheng didn't even open his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"
"The Qin family left. Yesterday evening, they said they were going back to their hometown to be with the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha and not to get involved in the mortal world. Before leaving, they took out one of their favorite poems for people to appreciate." Danniu said.
Ye Sheng said calmly: "She didn't say it was written by me, sir, right?"
"No, but I recognize the handwriting. It belongs to the master. The master's handwriting is very beautiful. Daniel has never seen anyone with better handwriting than the master." Daniel said.
"Since Qin people didn't say it, you are not allowed to say it either," Ye Sheng said.
"Why, there are many people out there pretending to be you. Although many people refute the rumors, they can't stop them from following their opinions at all." Daniel said unconvinced.
"There are so many reasons why, do you listen to the master?" Ye Sheng asked.
"Listen." Daniel nodded immediately.
"Just listen. No matter what the outside world says, just shut up and live quietly." Ye Sheng warned.
"Master, you've been staying at home for a month, why don't you go out?" Daniel asked doubtfully.
"Do you really want me to go out?" Ye Sheng asked.
"I am so young, I should go out for a walk and see the scenery." Daniel suggested.
"Don't worry, just wait for a month. In one month, the master will go out." Ye Sheng opened his eyes, looked at Daniel, and said with a mysterious smile.
"Master, are you going to stay at home for another month?" Daniel asked in surprise.
"Go and do your job well. Do you still need advice on what to do?" Ye Sheng scolded with a smile.
Daniel ran down immediately and did not dare to talk anymore.
Ye Sheng closed his eyes again and continued to recover from his injuries.
His injury is already three-quarters better, and he will be fully recovered in half a month.
But recently, Ye Sheng felt that he had understood the feelings of people on earth, and his realm was aching faintly, and he felt like he was emerging from the dawn.
He is about to break through.
That's why Ye Sheng said it will be one month later.
Give him this month to recover from his injuries and break through to new heights.
All in all, it has been nearly two months since he came to Jinling, and he has been staying for one month, which is March.
Nothing can withstand the baptism of time. The Battle of Beijiang nearly two months ago has gradually been forgotten by people, and now they are talking about other things.
Ye Sheng lived in seclusion, which also made the people of the Ascension Holy Land angry. Several virtual realm masters came out to look for Ye Sheng, but they didn't even notice Ye Sheng's shadow, and they all went back with bad expressions.
The Ascension Holy Land's plan to find the totem successor through Ye Sheng was shattered.
They didn't give up and made other plans.
Find the people Ye Sheng cares about to force Ye Sheng to come out, and use Ye Sheng to force the totem successor to come out.
It is obvious that the Yuhua Holy Land really hates the totem heirs and tries every possible means to kill the totem heirs.
Ye Sheng doesn't know all this yet, he is still living in seclusion in Jinling City.
Another month.
On this day, Ye Sheng's true energy suddenly shot up into the sky, breaking through the sky. Circles of clouds and mist lingered, and a long sword emerged.
Various swords in the world!
The various swords in the world automatically emerged and circled around Ye Sheng.
Everyone in the mansion was alarmed and rushed over to see if Ye Sheng was okay.
"Daniu, let everyone do their own thing. I'm fine and I'm not allowed to come in." Ye Sheng said solemnly.
Daniel immediately stopped at the door, stopped the maids, and said: "Master, everything is fine, please go back and do your own thing."
In the yard, Ye Sheng closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the sword of all kinds, then breathed a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
"Breakthrough."
He recovered from his injuries, and not only that, he made further progress and reached the eighth level of innate heaven.
Martial arts cultivation, innate eighth level.
The spiritual soul has been cultivated and left the seventh heaven.