The opening of these divine acupoints has had an impact on Ye Feng's cultivation and realm in all aspects, and the power of the bloodline flowing in his body has also undergone obvious changes, and now, he has seen through it, who is Ye Feng's bloodline inheritor, he is said to be the first apostle, but in the end, it is not very similar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems to be mixed with many mutated refined bloodlines, there are Kunpeng, there are Zhenqi is a hodgepodge anyway, and once Ye Feng's body undergoes strange changes, it will form a bloodline power that is not inferior to that of the first apostle.

This bloodline can be derived from the body of future generations, at least in the nine generations, it will not be exhausted, and with the free marriage, the bloodline will even be improved, this is the power of the bloodline, bringing the greatest benefit to future generations.

Ye Feng was at a loss, he used to be an ordinary monk, but he never thought that he would hide so many secrets in his body, if it weren't for the creation of chance, his life experience would definitely not have surfaced.

Now, after Xiu Wei crossed a big excess, Ye Feng's body inevitably had side effects, his meridians and bones, because they were repeatedly washed by the source qi, gradually collapsed, and this situation also indirectly led to the hidden power in the clan emblem into the body, causing his body to withstand the spread of powerful power again and again, and now it has completely collapsed.

Ye Feng's body was stained with blood, the meridians all over his body were greatly shattered, and the blood that flowed down his sleeves and feet seeped into the ground, and his breathing gradually became weaker, as if he might die at any time.

"The power of this bloodline is not enough to destroy his body, at this moment his consciousness is estimated to have fallen into another virtual world, to complete the second metamorphosis of thought, we will temporarily seal his body, no longer extend the scars, otherwise before his mind transforms, his life will be gone. ”

Ye Tutian gently stroked Ye Feng's forehead, and the healing power of the Dao Dao penetrated into it along his forehead, and at this moment, Ye Feng followed his thoughts back to a strange place, where the Four Books and Five Classics were mainly based on pen and ink talent, and he was just a guy fiddling with low-grade toys.

The people here are all surnamed Ye, Ye Feng is the youngest, he looks like he is only thirteen or fourteen years old at the moment, why did he enter this strange consciousness space, even Ye Feng himself was at a loss.

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"The king is worried about the country, has the world in mind, and is in charge of strategy, which should not change!"

"The power of the horseman, how can it be compared to the Wen Sage!"

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In the courtyard of the Ye family, more than a dozen young talents, standing with their hands in their hands, the scriptures are in their mouths, their faces are full of pride, and they seem to be the pillars of the country.

This is just an ordinary literary competition, but these teenagers are scrambling to confide in what they have learned over the years.

Poetry and scriptures are the lifeblood of readers, and in this period when the Fenglin Continent is the peak of literature, it is already a trend to emphasize literature and ignore martial arts.

Looking at these children of the Ye family who were talking endlessly, opening and closing their mouths to be the sorrow of the country, Ye Feng didn't care too much, but kept fiddling with the simple props made of wooden blocks in his hands.

He has no interest in the Four Books and Five Classics, but has an extremely unique study of the magic weapon mechanism, but in this continent, it is not recognized, and at best it can only be used as a tool for play.

"Yo, isn't this the Ye Feng who can't even memorize a verse of poetry, standing so far back, I almost didn't see you, today's literary competition, why do you have the face to come?"

Ye Feng strode over, his face was full of sarcasm, and the remarks he confided were also extremely aimed at Ye Feng.

"Da Shao, don't you say it, we really haven't found out, this Ye Feng is a lot more honest today, but he is still playing with that pile of rotten wood, such a person, aren't you afraid of losing the face of the Ye family?"

Behind Ye Hao stood a group of "literati" holding scriptures, they were all children of the Ye family, and in a way, they were Ye Hao's followers.

"Don't worry about him, the teacher still has to ask questions today, wait a while, we have to give up this rare opportunity to Ye Feng, when I think of his ugly appearance, I want to laugh." ”

Most of these children of the Ye family are standing on Ye Hao's side, and they are also coaxing.

Looking at these scholars who only knew the sneering wind, Ye Feng's face was slightly ugly, he shook his hand tightly, and his sharp nails pierced into the flesh and blood, but Ye Feng didn't care about the pain in his heart.

"These people really regard me as an outlier, isn't this technique considered literature on this continent?"

Soon after, an old-fashioned, gray-haired man paced through the backyard gate.

"The student has seen the teacher!"

Looking at this old man, all the children of the Ye family bowed down and bowed respectfully.

This person is the mentor of the Ye family, Ye Wengong, who is also a scholar of the dynasty, who is known for his strategy in his chest, and is a well-deserved pillar of the country.

"You should know the purpose of my visit, not much to say, today's exam questions, there is only one question, what is literature!"

Ye Wengong's eyes narrowed slightly, swept towards everyone present, and looked at those self-confident children of the Ye family, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

"Literature is the accumulation of mainland culture, the self-cultivation that a reader should have, and it is also the ideological realm of a person!"

The children of the Ye family are talented, and as soon as this exam question was read, some people expressed their opinions and remarks, although they were short, but they were reasonable.

Ye Wengong didn't answer, just nodded lightly.

"Students believe that literature and learning can be separated to interpret, literature is the perception and accumulation of the ideological realm of the predecessors, and this learning of words is to let us, the younger generations, to learn the essence of the book, the thought is endless, and the sea of learning is endless!"

It was Ye Hao who sneered at Ye Feng just now, he was the eldest of the Mo family, he was extremely talented since he was a child, he was literate at the age of five, he was able to read and write at the age of seven, and he could export at the age of nine.

Otherwise, he would not have his own unique views on this literature.

"Okay, good, summarize other people's remarks, and add your own feelings, a good sea of learning, today's test question should be Ye Haosheng!"

Ye Wengong was almost stunned, and even said two good words, and the children of the Mo family present also applauded.

"Students don't dare, if you want to count the perception of literature, Ye Feng is the strongest, he just said something amazing in private, and even the students are very taught. ”

"This is connected to the previous plot, and it is also the key to unlocking the Ye family's life experience, this is a virtual world, but it is not false"