Just as Ye Xingyuan was writing an article in the examination room, the upper reaches of the Han River were thundering and thundering, and the mighty river tide formed a wide white line, surging down, impacting the mountains and ravines. The Hanxi Canal, which was originally silted up, was poured into the river, and the mud and sand were all down, turbid and agitated.

"Hair water, water water!" shouted someone in the village by the canal. But the knowledgeable old man looked excited, looking around in the rain with a cane, with a strong look of hope.

The water flow through the ancient road of the Hanxi Canal, which has been silted up and blocked for more than 100 years, and there is only an earthworm-like water flow meandering down at most on weekdays, and it is not enough for daily use, how to talk about irrigation?

But today is different, the ferocious water is like thousands of horses, rudely rushing away all obstacles in front of them. The riverbed, which had been narrow and muddy, was washed away by the water, loosened and fell off, and swept downstream with a roar, tearing open more cracks.

After this rainstorm, the river channel was widened and silted up, and even if it could not be restored to the point where boats could travel before, at least the waterway was unblocked.

After that, as long as the government has the heart to levy and send errand officers to dig a little, the Hanxi Canal will reappear in the world, which is a great thing! The old people couldn't help but kneel on the ground, crying and kowtowing like pounding garlic, thanking the emperor for his kindness.

Ding Ruyi, who was casting spells in the restaurant, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he also felt the surging momentum, and chuckled: "The time has come, the unity of heaven and man, and the chaos of heaven and earth, when this time!"

At the beginning, Ding Ruyi said to the prefect that he was willing to exchange this big water for the opportunity to suppress Ye Xingyuan, which sounded a little unbelievable, a Ye Xingyuan was worth paying such a big price?

In fact, this flood was a merit that the Dragon King had planned to do, but Ding Ruyi cleverly borrowed the situation, pretending to be an exchange condition, and exchanged the opportunity to suppress Ye Xingyuan from the prefect.

Even if Ding Ruyi doesn't bring it up to the prefect, the Dragon King will do it, Ding Ruyi is just a fox and a fake tiger, and he uses the merit for his own use.

Thinking of this, Ding Ruyi is very proud of his wisdom, what is vertical and horizontal, what is playing with sentient beings, it is very similar to the people of the Central Plains. When he takes the wheel beads and returns to China, he will form that big array, and the national fortunes of South Vietnam will reach a higher level!

She quickened her pace, walking back and forth among the seven-star lanterns, and the lights suddenly brightened. There seemed to be an invisible whirlpool of air around her, and her clothes fluttered, looking like a ghost.

Heavenly changes, frequent visions, thunder and lightning, this Southern Barbarian witchcraft has its peculiarities, borrowing the time, place, people, with hard work as the guide, strange and unpredictable, can form many unbelievable effects. Just by relying on the supernatural power of directional disorder of the heavenly machine, you can know why the magic of witchcraft has been strictly forbidden by all dynasties!

The Han River was rerouted, the seven stars were turned around, the same fate was connected, and the heavenly machine was repeated! Ding Ruyi calculated this day, and completely interfered with Ye Xingyuan's traction of the heavenly machine into chaos.

If the chaotic wood buried under Ye Xingyuan's examination shed in advance could play a role, then he would inevitably be stuporous and write an upside-down article. Even if the examiner is blind, it is impossible to recruit him as a showman, and maybe he will be convicted for his words!

Even if the chaotic wood was dug up, Ye Xingyuan would be able to maintain his sanity and realize that something was wrong with him, but it would be impossible for him to forcibly reverse the heavenly machine again, because Ye Xingyuan was just a child, and he didn't have the magic power and means to counter the witchcraft technique!

If he can't write a smooth article, it's useless after all! And not only today, if Ye Xingyuan still refuses to hand over the wheel beads, this kind of chaos will always follow him and become an indelible sequelae, what books can he read, what imperial examinations can he take? Until Ye Xingyuan is willing to give in!

This is the consequence of offending this girl! Ding Ruyi's arms were outstretched, the sleeves of his robe were in the wind, the candles in the room were fluttering, and the figures were messy, which made it even more eerie.

"Miss, is it done?" The red-clothed girl looked at Ding Ruyi smoothly, and her heart was also very high. The spell has been cast to this point, and this time the magic of the Great Witch has been completed, presumably Ye Xingyuan is in a difficult situation in the examination room, and Miss should not be counterattacked.

"Of course" Ding Ruyi replied slightly proudly, before the words fell, she heard a sound, the opposite window was blown open by the strong wind, the torrential rain poured in, and a thunder fell from the sky, knocking out an oil lamp farthest away from her.

Ding Ruyi only felt an itch in his throat, as if he had been hit by a huge force, his body shook non-stop, and a bloodshot oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Someone is breaking my method!" Ding Ruyi couldn't help but exclaim, gritting his teeth and standing upright, his face pale but stubborn. She circled her fingers, muttered words in her mouth, and suddenly the wind swirled, and the window closed automatically.

Ding Ruyi still didn't dare to relax, if this great witchcraft that interfered with the heavenly machine failed, then he would really have a great backlash. Few people know the method of witchcraft in the Central Plains, and this time she is unaware of the ghosts, secretly designed under the protection of the prefect, who can break it in a targeted manner?

Could it be that Ye Xingyuan's scholar still has this ability to break the law? Impossible, don't say that he is just a child, he is a talented person, and under this kind of pre-designed witchcraft, it is difficult to crack it! If the three laws of heaven, earth and man are complete, and the chaos is not lost, even a scholar at the Jinshi level may be recruited!

Speaking of which, I have to blame Zhang Gongzi for not being successful enough and more than ruined, he instructed people to dig up the chaotic wood, and he thought he had a plan, he was really stupid as a pig! Without the chaotic wood, the power of the spell was weakened by at least half, and it was even more difficult to cast the spell himself, otherwise it would have been done a long time ago, and Ye Xingyuan would have been suppressed to the point of confusion!

Ding Ruyi faintly heard the sound of laughter coming from next door, and was even more annoyed.

"Miss, are you okay?" the red-clothed girl hurriedly stepped forward to support Ding Ruyi.

Ding Ruyi looked down at the remaining six lights, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's okay, it's stable now." ”

The gust of wind and thunder just now really scared Ding Ruyi, the wind and thunder contained the momentum of breaking all the laws, if it was strengthened a little more, I was afraid that it would break her seven-star lantern magic like a whirlwind and clouds.

Fortunately, this force is insufficient, only one lamp can be extinguished, and there are six lamps in hand, and now the witchcraft ritual has been completed, and the target is just a child, and he is not a clever person, so the spell can barely be maintained.

After Ye Xingyuan finished writing the eight words "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different", he obviously felt that the spiritual power pulled the sky to move, and he felt a sudden enlightenment, just like the dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, shooting out a clear light.

But soon, and then there was no more, the dark clouds coincided, obscuring the daylight, and the heavenly flow had a sense of obscurity.

What's going on? Ye Xingyuan can be regarded as having used the sword spirit to break the word trick many times, and has solved many crises, either he is like a bamboo and turns the tables in one fell swoop, or the other party's rank is too high and has no effect at all. I have never encountered a situation like today, which obviously works, but repeats itself.

Ye Xingyuan thought about it again and again, and felt that this situation showed that it was right to cut into the truth, and it was able to urge the sword spirit to have a certain effect, but it was only because his own strength was not strong enough that he could not win with one blow.

Then how many times do you have to try? Ye Xingyuan frowned, his wrist flicked, and the eight big characters fell into the pen again.

The window of Ding Ruyi's box shook again, but it was suppressed by the power of the witch Gu, so the hole was not opened. Ding Ruyi snorted, only to feel that his chest was hit hard, and he bent down in pain, and the six copper lamps kept flickering, but none of them went out.

"Miss!" the red-clothed girl couldn't help but exclaim. Ding Ruyi straightened his body again, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands, and drove the flames of the six lamps to rise, and shouted angrily: "It's not so easy to break my law!"

Ye Xingyuan felt that the traction of spiritual power on the heavenly machine flashed again, and the heavenly machine seemed to be clearer, but it soon returned to chaos.

Come on again! Ye Xingyuan didn't hesitate, anyway, he summoned the sword spirit, and it didn't take much effort to write the mantra, since this was the case, it was better to write it a few more times, or the effect would be better? Of course, the premise is that the spiritual power is strong enough, otherwise if he urges the sword spirit a few times, he will first consume all his spiritual power to hit the street.

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

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Fortunately, this is written on paper, otherwise according to the general situation, this kind of repeated word-breaking formula is almost violent, it is simply a brain-filled magic sound, and the ghost animal is extreme. Ye Xingyuan read it a few more times, and without being admitted to Xiucai, he was able to learn without a teacher and get the brainwashing "Pure Heart Sacred Sound" skill.

"Poof!" Ding Ruyi's body was like a candle in the wind, swaying left and right, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face was bleak, as if he had been abused a hundred times.

The red-clothed girl couldn't hold back her tears, her own young lady Jin Zhi Yuye, how could she have suffered such a pain? She persuaded with a crying voice: "Miss, if there is a master to make a move, let's accept the spell here, right?"

If you take the initiative to accept the witch Gu method, the backlash will be much lighter, otherwise if Yahuan shuddes when she thinks of the consequences, she won't dare to say any more. If you really want to be broken, not only will you be greatly impacted, but the original means of harming others will be eaten against you!

"No!" Ding Ruyi gritted her teeth, she raised her hand to separate the scattered green silk, her face was full of stubbornness and determination. She has always boasted of her perseverance, and the wheel beads are crucial to her schemes, so how could she give up because of the suffering?

She shouted to Yahuan: "My witch Gu method has been accomplished, and I can take advantage of the general trend of the Han River! I want to see how powerful this person who wants to break the law is, and he can continue to persevere! Even if he can endure hardship, am I not as good as him?"

Ding Ruyi is still very sober at this time, as long as these six copper lamps are not extinguished, he will have the general trend of the river and water, even if he lasts for a few hours? As long as it gets dark, the government exam will be over, Ye Xingyuan is not capable of essaying, and he will definitely not be able to take the Xiucai exam!

The woman is stubborn, and the persistence is terrible. Ding Ruyi let go of the cruel words and did not let Ye Xingyuan pass the government test, so he had to do what he said. She is not a stupid and incompetent prefect Zhang Gongzi, who let out big words, and in the end it can only become a joke!

Even if it hurts a little, so what? If someone tries his best to break her great witchcraft, he will bear the force of the impact of the water potential of the Han River, and it is not easy to think about it!

But in fact, Ye Xing was far from being so upset, he urged the Universe Blade Sword Spirit to break the supernatural power, in fact, the pressure was all borne by the Sword Spirit, and of course he himself didn't feel it.

The heavens were disordered, Ye Xingyuan couldn't compose, and when he was bored, he had already written a whole volume of "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different", although she was slightly tired, she was not under too much pressure.

Compared with just now, the degree of interference was slightly improved, and Ye Xingyuan also felt that his mind was clearer. He said to himself: "It is better to repeat the mantra about a hundred times, and if you want to write an undisturbed composition, it seems that you have to write it at least two or three hundred times." The government test is due to the unitary time, so you have to hurry!"

He remembered that when he practiced calligraphy, he had learned to open the bow left and right, and although he was not good at writing with his left hand, it was not for the exam at present, and it did not matter whether the calligraphy was good or bad. At that moment, he lifted the two brushes, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced to write.

Ding Ruyi only felt a little more pressure, and the whole person seemed to be under the pressure of a thousand heavy burdens. She cheered up and tried her best to support herself, not hesitating to damage herself, and then forcibly cast spells to suppress her opponent!

Ye Xingyuan, who was in the examination room, wrote the mantra, and when he wrote the hundredth "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different", suddenly a heavy pressure hit invisibly, and his hands were wrapped tightly! Ye Xingyuan had not yet reacted, and suddenly clicked, and the pen in his hand was broken into two!

The other party's toughness is actually so strong! Ye Xingyuan was shocked, the sword spirit couldn't crack the opponent's spell alive or dead, but even his own pen was broken out of thin air, how could this be good? Could it be that the sky is going to kill him?

But to say that the desperate situation is not enough, Ye Xingyuan has heard of a way for readers to strengthen their own mental power, that is, to write blood books! Blood books appear, and all kinds of power are several times that of ordinary pen and ink!

It's just a little painful, Ye Xing hesitated about this, really want to be so cruel to himself?

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