Ye Xingyuan spread out the pen and paper on the table, closed his eyes and concentrated, brewing his feelings, recalling the method of gathering spiritual power to attract the heavenly machine with sincerity, and preparing to make a comeback.

I have recovered the memory of the original body before, and I know the heavenly machine spiritual power, but I still know it and don't know why it is, and if I don't experience it with my own body and heart, I can't really understand the doorway.

Although the original body is weak, but the degree of comprehension of the heavenly machine is greater than that of his peers, Ye Xingyuan guessed that only when his soul in the other world is completely integrated with the original body, can he restore the spiritual power of the original body naturally.

In the future, we can no longer deliberately distinguish between the past life and the present life, the original body and the soul, I am Ye Xingyuan, Ye Xingyuan is me, and the two are one

Unconsciously, Ye Xingyuan, who was meditating and introspecting, felt as if there were countless small insects in his body moving, making his whole body numb and crispy, which was a sign of spiritual power surging. Then I saw that there seemed to be a faint light flickering between the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, which was the initial realm of spiritual power and god.

So far, Ye Xingyuan is a little remorseful, if he thinks of these methods in social studies, he will not catch a loophole for the Qian Juku teacher, and in a word, he will take away the county examination quota that he has worked so hard to earn.

But it doesn't matter, there are always some twists and turns in those who achieve great things, as long as the level is still there, are you afraid that there will be no future? Ye Xingyuan thought open-mindedly, put pen on the paper, and the handwriting was ethereal, like flowing water.

This is not an exam, naturally there is no need to write regular script neatly, Ye Xingyuan loves to walk grass before crossing, Zhong and Wang's calligraphy can be called a must, and now he has changed his body, although the pen is slightly sluggish, but it is also full of paper and smoke.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is in Guichou, at the beginning of twilight spring, I will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and the cultivation is also" Ye Xingyuan himself also felt pleasing to the eye, and a "Lanting Collection Preface" was written very smoothly, in one go, and he felt that his performance was much better than before.

The spiritual power of this world has indeed greatly improved the endowment of readers, whether it is the pen movement technique or the fullness of the spirit, they can vividly express their own level.

After writing an article, Ye Xingyuan threw his pen on the ground, smiled heartily, lifted the piece of paper with both hands, gently dried the ink, stretched out his hand to caress the scroll, and sensed the merits of his work with the method of spiritual resonance.

However, to his surprise, this excellent work turned out to be the same as the little essay he wrote in class, it was black and completely lightless!

How could this be? Obviously he had already condensed his spiritual power and tried to pull the heavenly machine? Why was there still no resonance? Ye Xingyuan wondered in his heart, could it be that this was not the original, but plagiarism, so he was rejected by the heavenly machine?

He frowned, took a piece of paper again, and thought about the topic that the Qian Juku teacher had come up with in the morning, and still made an article with "no permanent production but perseverance". This time, he no longer deliberately reserved it, he was cautious, quoted scriptures, and did not dare to make the slightest mistake or omission in the format.

Ye Xingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, this article used the original memory, and when it was taken in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was almost the same, and it was naturally much higher than the current level of enlightenment students. What's more, this is the intention of creating the memories of the two lives, and if it can't be triggered, it will be really weird.

He was full of confidence, and reached out to touch the paper again, but his face was stunned. It was still pitch black, like darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't even find a little star.

What the hell is going on? Ye Xingyuan was depressed, could it be because his soul from another world couldn't hook up with the heavenly machine of this world?

If this is the case, it is annoying! In this world, exams rely on heaven to judge articles, and they can't hold the heavens, they can't resonate, and the articles are bullshit, and it's useless to write them no matter how colorful they are, not to mention the upward channel of the imperial examination!

Ye Xingyuan collapsed on the bed in distraught, meditating on the way of the future.

In this world, I heard that there are also people who meditate on the path of immortals, and the way to enter the world is different, if you worship under their door, eat wind and dew every day, nourish qi and cultivate yourself, and cultivate for so many decades, you may also have the opportunity to achieve great achievements. But firstly, these ethereal immortals have nowhere to find them, and secondly, they are indeed incompatible with his temperament.

The rest of the professions in the world are certainly not lowly, but compared with studying and entering the WTO, they can only be regarded as civilians!

Just when Ye Xingyuan was at a loss, there was a continuous and rapid knock on the door outside, and a woman's anxious voice sounded, "Little brother, little brother, are you well?

Sister, Ye Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, thinking of this only flesh-and-blood relative. He hurriedly put on his cloth shoes, walked to the door and opened the latch, the door creaked open, and saw a beautiful young woman in her twenties standing outside, but her face was slightly haggard.

The woman was overjoyed when she saw Ye Xingyuan, and reached out to take him into her arms, rubbing him like a child, "Thank God, you can be considered sober, you can be considered sober."

The woman cried so much that she was sincere in the pear blossom and rain, and her brother was unconscious for the past three days, and she had been waiting undressed, and she didn't even return home. Early this morning, her husband came to make a noise, and she had to go home, but she couldn't rest assured, and now she hurried back.

When she was at the entrance of the village, she heard that her brother had woken up, and she was a little suspicious. Now that I see my younger brother standing upright, I can't help but feel emotional, where can I stop my tears?

Ye Xingyuan was hugged tightly by the woman, a little embarrassed, but also because of her family affection, memories came out.

This is his own sister Ye Cuizhi, seven years older than him, only twenty-three this year. Since their parents died of illness, this sister has always supported him, provided for him to study, and has always supported him after marriage, never cut off. It can be said that Ye Xingyuan can concentrate on his studies without any worries, and his biggest benefactor is his sister.

"Sister, don't cry, I'm fine now. Ye Xingyuan patted her on the shoulder, and had to say a few words of lie comfort, "It's just that I have some feelings and sink into sleep, and now it's all right." Therefore, I went to social studies early in the morning to study hard, and in the future, I got fame and fame and earned a life for my sister."

When he said this, he was also sincere, just with Ye Cuizhi's kindness to him, he should repay it well. The grace of a meal is still a thousand gold and a guarantee, not to mention this kind of blood-related feelings?

My sister is under the pressure of her husband's family, with a tricky and mean mother-in-law and a stingy husband, who has to support her younger brother in the cracks, and I don't know how much idleness she has suffered. Even if there is a fate, I am afraid that I will not be able to repay this kindness.

"Do you still want to study? It's reading that hurts you," Ye Cuizhi heard him say this, let go of her hand and wiped her tears.

Then she was afraid that Ye Xingyuan would be unhappy, so she cautiously said: "I heard that junior brother, you went to social studies today, and you were scolded by Mr.

She heard the news from a few teenagers in the village, and in today's social studies, Ye Xingyuan talked back to the Qian Shushi and made a fuss. Then everyone said that Ye Xingyuan's spiritual power was exhausted and the heavenly machine was cut off, and seeing that it was abolished, the Qian Shushi was going to take away his place in the county examination.

Ye Xingyuan hesitated, but still chose to comfort his sister, "This matter is not true, it's just that I'm not in good health these days." Mr. Qian was afraid that it would be difficult for me to perform in the county exam, so he wanted to retake the exam in three days and choose another merit. But now that I'm physically recovered, even if I retake the exam, it doesn't matter, I can still get the first place."

At this point, he paused. If he could sense the heavens, of course he would not be afraid of anything, but the current situation made him a little helpless.

Ye Cuizhi observed the words and knew that Ye Xingyuan was in a difficult situation, so she said angrily: "This Qian Juan teacher really doesn't know anything, the quota is obviously from you, how can it not be counted? And knowing that you are not in good health, you also arranged to retake the exam in three days." Now that you're not very well, why bother with it? I'll go to him and theorize!"

Ye Xingyuan grabbed her and waved his hand, "Since Mr. Qian has decided, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince." ”

The money teacher may not have received much benefit from others in private, so it is useless to let my sister go to the money schoolmaster, but I am afraid that I will be angry, and it is completely useless. What's more, out of a man's self-esteem, he doesn't want his sister to show up for himself.

Thinking that his study also involved his sister's kindness, Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

I have been living on my sister before, and I can finally see hope if this road is broken, but what is good for him? For his own sake, how can he be at ease when his sister is angry at her husband's house?

Although Ye Cuizhi is an ordinary woman who does not have much knowledge, her parents died as a teenager, and she has a strong heart. immediately changed the topic and said: "I'll boil water and cook for you first, you see that you are old, you should also tell you a daughter-in-law."

After starting a family, find a living, no matter how poor it is, you can teach children to start literacy, or go to your brother-in-law to be an accountkeeper. Even if you can't go to the exam, it's not a big deal, you should always be able to eat. ”

Ye Xingyuan knew that Ye Cuizhi was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, so she tried her best to comfort herself.

Ye Cuizhi sighed secretly, whether the younger brother can develop or not is destined by God, since God doesn't give him a chance, then don't think about it much, people always have to live and look forward. As long as this younger brother can be healthy, he will be satisfied if he marries a wife and has children in the future.

"And this. Before cooking, Ye Cuizhi took out a rubbing tablet from under the pillow and sent it to Ye Xingyuan, "When you were unconscious before, you held this thing and didn't let go, thinking about what kind of treasure it was." ”

She didn't know how to read, so naturally she didn't know the three big characters with a sharp pen.

"Cosmic Edge!" Ye Xingyuan blurted out, only to feel a bang in his head, as if he had been cut by an axe, and the pain was unbearable.

This is the rubbings of the cliff stone carvings that caused him to be in a coma for three days, the three words of the universe edge, and the silver hook iron painting with one stroke, just like Sen Sen's long sword, piercing his soul. For a moment, Ye Xingyuan almost felt that he was about to lose his soul again.

It was this thing that killed the original owner and caused him to cross, just a rubbing, and it made him feel like he was facing thousands of troops.

It was really a strange thing, Ye Xingyuan came back to his senses, and as an amateur calligrapher, he had an occupational illness, and he tried to figure out the meaning of these three words for the first time.

This speculation, his expression immediately became excited, not to consider the strangeness of this word, just looking at this legal structure, it is majestic and majestic, self-contained, is he has never seen in copying calligraphy of various schools!

"Wonderful!" Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but praise it, stretched out his finger to the empty spot, and unconsciously began to copy the brushwork of these three words.

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There was a gentle vibration in the air, and where his fingertips slashed, there was a little blue point of light falling, as if it were falling crystal petals.

Ye Cuizhi and Ye Xingyuan froze together.

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