Ye Sheng returned to the hut, covered in dirt and smell, but he didn't dare to disturb Zhou Meiren, and entered the river alone to wash away the filth all over his body.

The river water is cold and biting, but here in Ye Sheng, it is not in the way, the true qi in his body is like a furnace, blazing.

When the filth was washed away, Ye Sheng was dressed in white, burning incense and standing, in a trance, spreading out the white paper on the table, raising the brush, and about to put down the pen.

But the moment he put down the pen, Ye Sheng couldn't help frowning when he saw that he hadn't studied ink.

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

"What, I'm a saint... Son, you let me study ink?" Zhou Meiren said in disbelief.

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

Tranquility, far-reaching.

The incense is lit, making people calm, Ye Sheng is tall, white clothes are like snow, and he is a beautiful young man.

Zhou Meiren, who was born in the Yasheng Family, immediately understood that this was to enter a state of spiritual clarity, once he made a noise, Ye Sheng would definitely fall to this realm, and it would be difficult to calm down.

"This guy. Zhou Meiren said enviously, this level of peace of mind Many scholars have never entered the book after reading a book for a long time, but I didn't expect Ye Sheng to realize it like this.

Ten days of continuous alchemy, consuming too much of Ye Sheng's spiritual power, he was powerless to think about other things at all, after washing away the filth, the whole person seemed to have washed off the shackles, and 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, very graceful, and the layers of ink were smeared, 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 inexplicably: "He actually knows such ancient characters?"

A poem that Ye Sheng liked very much was written, word by word, extremely elegant, and the ancient words seemed to come alive again in his hands, making Ye Sheng enter an inexplicable understanding.

At this moment, his divine soul power grew wildly, absorbing the insights in this realm and pushing Ye Sheng's realm.

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened!

This is a word written by a great poet who Ye Sheng liked very much in his previous life, written at this moment, in one go, with the context of ancient characters, the writing is smooth, after writing, Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and silently harvested this 'moving' power.

Why is Yasheng so powerful?

Reading to become holy is because of the power of words, the power of 'moving' in words.

A true saint can crush 100,000 soldiers with one word, and an article can shatter a country.

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

When Ye Sheng opened his eyes, he was stunned, and the mysterious and mysterious realm before disappeared.

"How did you enter the realm of pure soul just now?" Zhou Meiren asked softly on the side, her face still shocked and incredulous.

"I don't know, maybe I'm too tired, I haven't slept or eaten for the past ten days, I've been drinking water when I'm hungry, I've been alchemizing, and my soul is extremely depleted, but I didn't expect that after lighting the Fanxiang incense, the whole person inexplicably entered such a realm. Ye Sheng shook his head and replied, it is absolutely impossible to let him come here now.

His soul seemed to have undergone transformation, pure and flawless, and as soon as his thoughts moved, the surging power of his divine soul was boiling.

Nourish the Soul Five Heavens!

Ye Sheng actually broke through like this, in terms of divine souls, he just entered a mysterious realm, and then broke through.

It's very simple, so simple that Ye Sheng himself is a little suspicious of unreal.

"What are you writing here?" Zhou Meiren looked at the poem written by Ye Sheng, very eager to understand, although he didn't know the meaning, but 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 said expectantly.

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

"Can you give me this word?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.

Ye Sheng looked at the incident where he was grinding ink for himself, nodded and said, "You can take it, but remember, don't break this word." ”

Zhou Meiren carefully lifted the white paper, looked at the scattered words on it, and said happily: "You have a good rest, I want to understand this poem." ”

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

Tonight, he broke through the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Soul, and he didn't have the heart to break through, and the Barrier Breaking Pill was taking it tomorrow, waiting to break the martial arts barrier.

......

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

Yasheng Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan is very elegant, with a strong scholarly atmosphere, a thin figure, and looks gentle and elegant.

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

"Oh, you have studied with me since you were a child, and there are words you don't know?" Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take it, and immediately looked at it.

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

"Daughter of a friend. Zhou Meiren smiled slightly, as beautiful as a fairy.

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

Zhou Meiren nodded: "It's him, he entered a mysterious realm tonight, his daughter gave him ink, he wrote this poem, but his daughter didn't know what it meant, and he didn't say it when she asked him." ”

Zhou Yuan said softly: "When I am drunk, I pick up the lamp and look at the sword, and I dream of blowing the horn and the battalion." Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened!"

"That's a good song. Zhou Meiren was immediately shocked, this poem is so well written.

"This is not your little friend's writing, 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 Meida's eyes were bright and firm.

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

"My daughter got it. Zhou Meiren was not afraid of Zhou Yuan, agreed casually, and then took the poem and went back to her boudoir.

Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly, there was a feeling that his daughter had been taken away, bitter and bitter.