When Ye Sheng returned to the hut, he was filthy and smelly. He didn't dare to disturb Zhou Meiren, so he went into the river alone to wash away the filth all over his body.
The water in the river was freezing cold, but it didn't bother Ye Sheng here. The energy in his body was burning like a furnace.
After the dirt was washed away, Ye Sheng stood in white clothes and burned incense. He was in a trance. He spread out the white paper on the table, raised the brush and was about to write.
But the moment he started writing, Ye Sheng saw that he hadn't studied the ink and couldn't help but frown.
"Beautiful Zhou, come over and grind the ink for me." Ye Sheng's voice was like a thread, and it spread into the next room. Meiren Zhou, who was resting with her eyes closed, was awakened.
"What, I am the son of Yasheng, and you want me to study ink?" Zhou Meiren said in disbelief.
He stood up immediately and angrily came to Ye Sheng's house. When he came in and took a look, Dunsi was stunned.
Tranquility and far-reaching.
The incense is lit, making people calm. Ye Sheng has a tall and straight figure, and his white clothes are like snow. He looks like a handsome young man.
Zhou Meiren, who was born in Yasheng's family, immediately understood that he wanted to enter a state of spiritual purity. Once he made a noise, Ye Sheng would definitely fall to this level, and it would be difficult to calm down again.
"This guy." Zhou Meiren said with envy. Many scholars have never entered this level of spiritual peace after studying for most of their lives. Unexpectedly, Ye Sheng would realize it like this.
Ten days of continuous refining of elixirs consumed Ye Sheng's spiritual power so much that he was unable to think about other things. After washing away the filth, his whole body seemed to have been washed away from shackles, and he naturally entered this realm.
Zhou Meiren studied the ink, her face was calm, her skills were skillful, her white jade-like palms were as slender as a girl's, very graceful, layers of ink spread out, and Ye Sheng began to write.
Ye Sheng wrote ancient Chinese characters. From the first word, Zhou Meiren was stunned. She looked at Ye Sheng with confusion: "He can actually know such ancient characters?"
A poem that Ye Sheng liked very much was written, every word was extremely elegant. In his hands, the ancient text seemed to come to life again, which made Ye Sheng enter an inexplicable feeling.
The power of his soul grew crazily at this moment, absorbing the insights in this realm and pushing Ye Sheng's realm forward.
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed about the trumpet blowing company camp.
Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under the command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings is heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops are ordered in autumn on the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.
To end the affairs of the king and the world, to gain fame both in life and in death, all the misfortune happened in vain!
This is a poem written by a great poet that Ye Sheng liked very much in his previous life. When I write it now, it is written in one go, using the context of ancient characters and the writing is smooth. After finishing writing, Ye Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and silently harvested this "moving" power.
Why is Yasheng so powerful?
Reading and becoming a saint is due to the power of words, the power of ‘moving’ in words.
A true saint can crush a hundred thousand soldiers with one word, and shatter a country with one article. Although a sub-sage does not have such ability, he can still defeat ten thousand troops with one word.
This is also the reason why Yasheng of the Zhou family can become a leader in the literary world.
When Ye Sheng opened his eyes, he felt as if he was lost. The mysterious and mysterious realm before had disappeared.
"How did you enter the realm of spiritual purity just now?" Zhou Meiren asked softly from the side, her face still showing shock and disbelief.
"I don't know, maybe I'm too tired. I haven't slept or eaten in the past ten days. I drank water when I was hungry, and I have been refining elixirs. My soul has been greatly exhausted. But I didn't expect that after lighting the incense, I would inexplicably enter this state.
Realm." Ye Sheng shook his head and replied, it is absolutely impossible for him to do it again now.
His soul seemed to have undergone transformation and became pure and flawless. When he thought about it, the power of his soul was boiling.
Nourish the soul in the fifth heaven!
Ye Sheng actually broke through like this. On the way to the soul, he just entered a mysterious realm and then broke through.
It was very simple, so simple that even Ye Sheng himself doubted that it was true.
"What are you writing about?" Zhou Meiren looked at the poem written by Ye Sheng and was very eager to understand it. Although he didn't know the meaning, his literary skills told him that this should be a good poem.
"A word, a word that I like very much." Ye Sheng said softly.
"Can you read it to me?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.
"I'm not in the mood anymore." Ye Sheng shook his head. He fell from the mysterious realm and was filled with disappointment.
"Can you give me this word?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.
Ye Sheng looked at the incident of him grinding ink for him, nodded and said: "You can take it away, but remember not to damage the poem."
As if she had found a treasure, Zhou Meiren carefully lifted up the white paper, looked at the scattered words on it, and said happily: "You have a good rest, I want to understand this poem carefully."
Ye Sheng watched him leave and began to sort out his disappointed mood.
Tonight, he broke through the fifth level of the Soul, and he has no intention of breaking through. He will take the barrier-breaking pill tomorrow, waiting to break the martial arts barrier.
…
Zhou Meiren rushed home overnight, holding the poems written by Ye Sheng in her hands, and found her father.
Ya Sheng Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan was very elegant, with a strong scholarly aura, a thin figure, and looked gentle and elegant.
"Dad, there is a good poem here, but my daughter doesn't recognize it. Do you recognize it?" Zhou Meiren found Zhou Yuan and immediately presented the poem written by Ye Sheng.
"Oh, you have studied literature with me since you were a child. Are there any words you don't know?" Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, reached out and took it, and his expression immediately condensed.
"This is an ancient text, how did you get it?" Zhou Yuan asked doubtfully.
"My daughter belongs to a friend." Zhou Meiren smiled slightly, as beautiful as a fairy.
"Your friend, the boy who killed your 'sister'?" Zhou Yuanruo pointed out.
Zhou Meiren nodded: "That's him. He entered a mysterious realm tonight. My daughter studied ink for him and he wrote this poem. But my daughter didn't know what it meant, and he didn't tell me if she asked him."
Zhou Yuan said softly: "When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword. I dreamed of blowing the horns of the company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty strings were heard outside the fortress, and the troops were ordered in the autumn of the battlefield. Lu's horse was flying fast, and his bow was as frightened as a thunderbolt."
But the king controls the affairs of the world and wins fame both before and after his life, but all the misfortunes are in vain!"
"This is a good poem." Zhou Meiren was immediately shocked. This poem was so well written.
"This is not written by your little friend, this must be an old man, an old man who has experienced the world and returned from the battlefield. Good words, really good." Zhou Yuan was also full of praise.
"My daughter must ask him who wrote it." Zhou Meiren said firmly with bright eyes.
"You have to pay attention to your current status." Zhou Yuan reminded.
"My daughter knows." Zhou Meiren was not afraid of Zhou Yuan and agreed casually, then took the poem and returned to her boudoir.
Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly, feeling bitter and bitter as if his daughter had been taken away.