The Earth Is My Dantian Chapter 13: Broken 5 heavens

　　 Ye Sheng returned to the hut, dirty and smelly, and didn't dare to disturb Zhou Meiren. He went into the river alone to wash away the filth.

　　 The river water is icy cold, but here Ye Sheng doesn't get in the way. His body is like a stove, burning blazingly.

　　 When the filth was washed away, Ye Sheng was wearing white clothes, standing with incense burning, in a trance, spreading white paper on the table, raising the writing brush, and about to start writing.

　　 But the moment he started writing, Ye Sheng frowned when he saw that he hadn't studied ink.

　　"Zhou Meiren, come and study ink for me." Ye Sheng's voice spread like a thread into the next room. Zhou Meiren, who was closing her eyes and rested, was awakened.

　　 "What, I'm the son of Ashen, you let me study ink?" Zhou Meiren dare not say anything.

　　 He got up all of a sudden, came to Ye Sheng's house angrily, and when he came in, Duns was stunned.

　　 Quiet, far-reaching.

　　 The Sanskrit incense is lit, making people calm, Ye Sheng's figure is tall and tall, and his white clothes are like snow. He is a handsome young man.

　　, Zhou Meiren, who was born in the House of Ashen, suddenly understood that this was about to enter a state of spiritual clarity. Once he was noisy, Ye Sheng would definitely fall to this level, and it would be difficult to calm down.

　　 "This guy." Zhou Meiren envied her, this level of peace of mind, many scholars have never entered into it after studying for a long time, but Ye Sheng didn't expect it to be like this.

　　 Ten days of continuous alchemy, consuming too much spiritual power of Ye Sheng, he was unable to think of other things at all. After washing away the filth, the whole person seemed to wash away the shackles, and naturally entered this level.

　　 Zhou Meiren has studied ink, her face is calm, her technique is skillful, her palms like white jade are slender like a girl, very graceful, the layers of ink smeared, Ye Sheng began to write.

　　 Ye Sheng wrote ancient Chinese characters. From the first character, Zhou Meiren was stunned. She looked at Ye Sheng for unknown reasons: "He knows such ancient characters?"

　　 A poem that Ye Sheng likes very much was written. It was very elegant, and the ancient text was in his hands, as if it had come to life again, and Ye Sheng entered an inexplicable feeling.

　　 At this moment, his spirit power grew crazily, absorbing the insights in this realm, and pushing Ye Sheng's realm.

　　 drunk and watched the sword with a lamp, dreaming back to blow the horns and even camp.

　　 Eight hundred li points are under the sun, the fifty strings turn over the sound of the cock, and the soldiers are on the battlefield in autumn.

　　 Lu Fei, a horse made of horses, has a bow like a thunderbolt.

　　, but the king's world affairs, won the name before and after his life, pitiful happened!

　　 This is a word written by a great poet that Ye Sheng liked very much in his previous life. I wrote it in one go, using the veins of ancient characters, and the writing was smooth. After writing, Ye Shengchang breathed a sigh of relief and silently harvested this'movement 'power.

　　 Why is Yasheng so good?

　　Reading to become a holy is because of the power of words, the ‘moving’ power in words.

　　 A true saint can crush a hundred thousand soldiers with one word, and an article can shatter a country. Although Yasheng does not have such skills, it is still possible to reach the army with one word.

　　 This is also the reason why Zhou Jiayasheng can become a leader in the literary world.

　　Wait until Ye Sheng opened his eyes, feeling lost, the previous mysterious and mysterious realm disappeared.

　　 "How did you enter the state of mental clarity just now?" Zhou Meiren asked quietly from the side, her face still shocked, she couldn't believe it.

　　"I don’t know, maybe I’m too tired. For these ten days, I didn’t sleep or eat, and I drank water when I was hungry. Entering this realm." Ye Sheng shook his head and replied. It is absolutely impossible for him to come here once now.

　　His soul seems to have undergone metamorphosis, pure and innocent, and when a thought moves, the surging power of the soul is boiling.

　　 Soul Cultivation Five Heavens!

　　 Ye Sheng actually broke through like this. On the spirit and soul, he just entered a mysterious realm, and then broke through.

　　 is very simple, so simple that Ye Sheng himself is a little suspicious of untrue.

　　 "What are you writing?" Zhou Meiren looked at Ye Sheng's poems and was very eager to understand. Although he didn't know the meaning, his literary skills told him that this should be a good poem.

　　 "A word, a word I like very much." Ye Sheng said softly.

　　 "Can you read it to me?" Zhou Meiren expected.

　　 "I'm not in the mood." Ye Sheng shook his head, falling from the mysterious realm, full of disappointment.

　　"Can this word be given to me?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.

　　 Ye Sheng nodded when he saw his ink research for himself, and said: "You can take it away, but remember, don't break this word."

　　 If Zhou Meiren gets the most precious treasure, she carefully lifts the blank paper, looks at the scattered words on it, and says with joy: "You have a good rest, I want to take a good look at this phrase."

　　 Ye Sheng watched him leave, and began to clear up his lost feelings.

　　 Tonight, he broke through the fifth heaven of the soul, and he has no thoughts to break through. The barrier-breaking pills are taking tomorrow, waiting to break the barriers of martial arts.

　　……

　　 Zhou Meiren rushed home overnight, holding the poems written by Ye Sheng, and found her father.

　　亚圣周元.

　　 Zhou Yuan is very elegant~IndoMTL.com~ With a strong bookish spirit and thin body, he looks gentle and elegant.

　　 "Daddy, there is a good word here, but my daughter doesn't know him, do you know?" Zhou Meiren found Zhou Yuan and immediately offered the words written by Ye Sheng.

　　 "Oh, you have been learning essays with me since you were young, and there are words you don't know?" Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, and took a look, then his expression condensed.

　　"This is ancient text, how did you get it?" Zhou Yuan asked in confusion.

　　 "My daughter is a friend." Zhou Meiren smiled slightly, beautiful as a god.

　　 "Your friend, the kid who killed your'sister'?" Zhou Yuan pointed out.

　　 Zhou Meiren nodded: "It’s him. He entered a mysterious state tonight. His daughter studied ink for him. He wrote this phrase, but his daughter didn’t know what it meant. He didn’t ask him. ."

　　 Zhou Yuan whispered: "Drunk in the light and watch the sword, dreaming back to blow the horns to the camp. Eight hundred miles under the command of the sun, the fifty strings are turning over the wall, and the soldiers are on the battlefield. Surprised. But the king’s world affairs, won the name before and after his life, it happened pitifully!"

　　"This is a good word." Zhou Meiren was shocked immediately, this word was written so well.

　　 "This is not written by your little friend. It 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 with bright eyes and firmness.

　　 "You have to pay attention to who you are now." Zhou Yuan reminded.

　　 "Daughter knows." Zhou Meiren was not afraid of Zhou Yuan, she agreed at will, and then took the phrase and went back to her boudoir.

　　 Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly, feeling bitter and bitter as if his daughter had been taken away.