“...... Although the heavens are safe, they don't know that the extremes of things will be reversed, and when the instrument is full, it will be ......"

The sound of Lang Lang's book resounded throughout the city, sweeping mightily, word by word, extremely clear, as if tangible, hovering in the night sky, forming an invisible pressure, suppressed down!

"What's going on?"

Feeling the uncontrollable stagnation of the living soul, obviously imprisoned by something, the figure in Qiu Yan's living soul quickly changed his hands, like a butterfly wearing flowers, forming one handprint after another.

This is him casting a spell on the few words he remembered, wanting to stir up his soul power and break through the imprisonment.

But the soul is silent, and it has no effect.

"Huh?

As soon as the thought moved, in the black hole in the soul, two divine power stars came out, turning into cyan divine light, irradiating the soul, and the released liliang radiated outward, still failing to change the stagnation of the soul!

"It's hard for even divine power to break through the confinement?"

was secretly frightened, but Qiu Yan did not panic, but calmed down, his divine power turned, slightly restrained, shuttling between the inside and outside of the soul, turning into a barrier, and becoming a defensive trend.

After condensing the human soul, Qiu Yan liberated the soul power, the soul structure was more stable, and it could withstand greater fluctuations in divine power, breaking through the original limit of one star, and passing over two at a time, but in the face of this inexplicable confinement, it was useless.

However, on the other hand, the perception was not restricted, as Qiu Yan's thoughts changed, he expanded rapidly, and immediately discovered the abnormality in the city, and noticed that there was a strange aura rising in many places in the city.

"What's the situation? There is no ordinary person in these breaths, none of them are ordinary people, how can a small county town gather so many extraordinary breaths? Hmm? There is also a breath in my soul that seeps out and rises into the sky, as if it is drawn by the sound of reading and leaks out!"

At this thought, although Qiu Yansheng's soul could not move, his attention and perception were concentrated, capturing the sound of reading echoing in the night sky and the city, trying to distinguish the sentences.

"Well, it's actually a sentence from the official history! However, how can such a big movement not alarm the mortals in the city?"

He noticed that although the sound of reading swept through the city, the craftsmen who were building shacks in the city, the officials who oversaw the work, the hungry people who were waiting, and the many inhabitants who had turned off their lights and went to bed, were not in the slightest, apparently not hearing a sound.

"Only monks who have cultivated and stepped into the path of life can hear the sound of reading......

This thought flashed, Qiu Yanshu's heart was shocked, and the soul changed, and in the figure of the soul, the sentences of the article were actually pulled out by the sound of reading from outside, turning into a column of characters, spinning around the person in the soul like a chain!

But before he could turn his mind back to his senses, the slightest wisps of strange fluctuations converged and merged into his soul, making his heart emerge with enlightenment and his understanding of some articles and sentences suddenly penetrated!

Grow!

The soul expands, and the soul power increases rapidly!

"What's going on?"

Qiu Yan was startled, felt a tremor in his soul, and regained his freedom.

It's just that this recovery, he didn't have the heart to go to Chen's Mansion anymore, but concentrated on perception, captured the direction from which the sound of reading came, and flew towards the source of the sound.

At this moment, sharp shouts came out one after another from all over the city.

"What kind of person! What kind of means is this? It's actually burning my soul power!"

"What's going on? Why does the simple sound of reading make my blood agitated, I can't control myself, and I can't hold my blood anymore!"

"Someone wants to suppress me?"

......

This exclamation, some of them were fluctuations of thoughts, and some of them were simply shouting, but the strange thing was that even if they opened their mouths and shouted, the sound waves were still difficult to diffuse, and they were restrained, and only those who had reached a certain level of cultivation could hear them.

"The sound of reading is strengthening my soul power, but listening to these shouts, some of my soul power is being burned and suppressed, and some are obviously practicing martial arts and cultivating life, and I can't even hold my qi and blood, and when these people shout, some demonic energy leaks out, indicating that there are a lot of demon cultivators in it......"

Qiu Yan thought, the living soul did not stop, and slowly approached the source of the sound, but it was the north of the city.

"There is no city or square in the north of the city, and it is the most secluded, huh?"

He suddenly noticed that a figure appeared in front of him, jumping on the roof, galloping rapidly, looking at the direction of travel, it seemed to be the same as himself.

There was a strange rhythm revealed between the man's running, one step at a time, no more, no less, and the back made Qiu Yan feel familiar.

"Yan Yongjie?"

Recognizing his identity, Qiu Yan suddenly felt in his heart.

"Yes, Yan Yongjie has stepped into the realm of refining spirits and embarked on the path of life cultivation, he is no longer a mortal, and he should also hear the sound of reading, but looking at him, he has not been suppressed or weakened, he is still walking like flying, and he is finding the source of the sound like me. ”

At the same time that the thought fell, Qiu Yan's soul had already arrived in front of a courtyard.

This is a courtyard with three entrances and two courtyards, simple and old, the main house is lit, and a figure sitting can be seen through the window paper, and the sound of reading comes from inside.

"Who's living in the yard?"

Just when Qiu Yan was puzzled, the sound of reading stopped abruptly, and the lights in the room went out, and everything fell silent.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yan's heart moved, and he did not continue to move forward, but turned away with a burst of life.

However, on the street on the other side, Yan Yongjie, who had just fallen from the roof, did not stop, and was about to turn into the courtyard, but at this moment, a figure rushed from a distance, and he stepped into the courtyard quickly.

This black shadow is extraordinary, the qi and blood are agitated between the leaps, there is a blazing aura wrapped around the body, and the clothes are hunting, and at first glance it is a master of life cultivation.

It's just that after he fell into the courtyard, the faint heat suddenly disappeared, and there was no sound in the courtyard.

The mud and stone entered the sea and disappeared.

Noticing this, Yan Yongjie stopped his pace, his face was shocked, and after weighing it, he sighed, turned around and left, and disappeared into the city after a few ups and downs.

The night was quiet again, as if nothing had happened, except for the occasional sound of the hut being built.

Time flies, the rooster crows, the sun rises, and the busy day begins again.

Qiu Yan and Liu Huai and others went to the street to give porridge, compared with yesterday, the city was a lot lively, although it was a national funeral period, there were many bans, but it did not affect the relief of the victims in the slightest, everything is on the right track.

The people's wishes have been gathered in a steady stream, although they are less and less intense than yesterday, but they are still quite impressive compared to before.

In this way, for three days in a row, Qiu Yan gave porridge every day, and spent almost all the silver, and most of the hungry people in the city were resettled.

Every night, he would go out of his body, but instead of going to Chen's mansion, he went straight to the north of the city, outside the courtyard, quietly listening to the people in the house reading.

The sound of reading had been going on for three days, and every night it sounded punctually on time, making the city wail everywhere, but compared to the beginning, those wails were no longer angry, but gradually revealed a precipitating atmosphere.

Qiu Yan doesn't care about this, listens every day, corresponds to the articles in his memory, and often has a feeling of comprehension and puzzles, and the figures in the living soul are becoming more and more condensed, and the soul power is slowly improving.

Like the previous two times, as soon as the hour passed, the sound of reading stopped abruptly.

"Today's reading is still the official history, but listening to this person's reading, the same sentence into the soul, immediately can be explained, just like someone is annotating on the side, it helps me a lot, and the memories and knowledge left by the predecessor are understood and digested. ”

Qiu Yan thought that the soul was about to leave, but unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from the room: "Han E's aftersound can still go around the beam for three days, I don't compare myself to the ancients, but I still have some experience, you have listened to it for three days, can you gain something?" You might as well come in and let me take the school exam." ”

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that the lights in the house had not been extinguished, "The people in the house, are they talking to me?"

For mobile phone users, please read it on m.biquge.info.