Each scroll seems to have its own life and pursuit, beating, exuding all kinds of breath, revealing an understanding of the scriptures.

Then, the books churned, quickly gathering towards Qiu Yan's living soul, and they all fell into the bookshelf next to the soul person.

The bookshelves jumped out of the living soul, and quickly swelled, stretching from the floor to the roof in the blink of an eye.

The label of the word "Jing" at the top of the bookshelf is Huo Huo Shengguang.

"The earth soul, condensed is the dojo, recording the past experience, when the earth soul is complete, it can show a person's pursuit, that Huang Wende is covered up by the doctor, but the inherited Taoist system is indeed related to medical skills and poison arts, so his earth soul is condensed into a medicine cabinet. ”

After thinking about it for a while, the soul man in Qiu Yansheng's soul slowly stood up, and his body rippled with a circle of mighty momentum, which he absorbed from the school.

The momentum of Haoran spread, gradually condensing around the soul person, faintly showing the shadow of three bookshelves.

"I got the experience from the book of Xiaowu, and the method of condensing the soul of the earth summed up is based on the place of my own cultivation, and the things in the place of cultivation are visualized into the soul, simulated as true, and I have tried in the past two years, but I have always been one step behind, and now I think about it, I am stuck in a mental barrier, and my thoughts are restricted. ”

At this time, all the books in the room had fallen on the bookshelf marked with the word "Sutra", and then the bookshelf shrank and fell back into the living soul.

"If you have a book in your heart, why do you want to imitate it?"

When the thought fell, I saw that in the bookshelves of the word "Sutra", a strong aura of literary thought emanated from the bookcase, which spread rapidly in the soul.

"It's just that based on the inner soul visualization alone, after all, it is not stable enough, and if it is hit slightly, it may collapse, then Huang Wende also pinned the earth soul on the magic weapon, in order to maintain stability, and practiced a medicine cabinet into a natal dao machine, and this exam, I used the examination room as a dojo, collected a little bit of literary thinking from a dry child, plus a few traces of Haoran Qi accumulated over the years of Fuxue, combined, it was refined into a soul dojo, the soul of the earth calendar!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a pinch of fire rising from the soul!

Fire of the Stove God!

The flames rose, and in the blink of an eye, they spread all over the soul, burning the qi of literature and thought that filled everywhere.

The text was boiling, it was actually refined, and then it was sucked up by the remaining three vague bookshelves!

These three fuzzy bookshelves slowly became clear, and the top of the bookshelves displayed the words "history", "sub", and "set", and the strokes of each word were horizontal and vertical, like bones.

However, the three bookshelves were empty, and there were no books.

Then, the Stove God Fire quickly contracted, enveloping the four bookshelves inside, and slowly tempering.

A trace of quintessential literary qi floated out from the four bookshelves, and zuihou rose, twisted into a rope, and turned into an ink thread.

"Huh?" The soul man sighed lightly, as if he was surprised by this change, and when the divine fire in the soul dissipated, only four quaint bookshelves remained, marked with scriptures, histories, children, and collections, and slowly rotated around the soul man.

"The structure of my earth soul has been determined since then, and what I have to do in the future is to increase my experience and continue to enrich my earth soul until the way of pursuit is revealed, as for the ...... of the heavenly soul."

The soul man shook his head, raised his hand, and grabbed the inky thread floating in the soul.

"This thin line is an extension of the earth soul, the essence is the same as the soul, but the birth is not from my original intention, it seems that there are many mysteries of the way of sexual cultivation, and it is not easy to decipher it. ”

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan's soul swayed slightly, and returned to the shell.

His physical body opened his eyes, got up from the bed, the whole spirit was extraordinarily condensed, there was a glint in his eyes, his emotions and mind, there was no longer the slightest leakage, there was a kind of taste of not being happy with things, not being sad with himself, this is a manifestation of the complete stabilization of the earth soul.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, and an ink line immediately appeared in the palm of his hand, which was the extension of the earth soul, which was directly captured by his naked eye.

After a deep groan, Qiu Yan stood up, took out a book scroll from his duffel bag, pulled out the silk thread of the hoop book, and then threaded this ink thread into it, fixing the pages of paper one by one.

Then, he opened the scroll and looked at the handwriting inside, which was the notebook he took when he was reading in the courtyard of the Ma family.

"It seems that we still have to try refining magic weapons, but not tonight. ”

He looked at the handwriting on the note and shook his head.

"Now that the soul dojo has been established, the writing and thinking are through, the article and the supernatural power are gradually combined, and the words written can be regarded as really having charm, which is different from the words on this note. ”

Saying this, Qiu Yan looked up at the night outside the window.

"It's late at night, and the gods in the city are all gathered in the Yin Division, waiting for the arrival of the Dao Chenghuang, and they don't dare to leave easily, which is a good opportunity. ”

Thinking like this, he returned to the bed, but instead of sitting cross-legged, he lay down directly, closed his eyes, and then calmed down, and the living soul jumped out again, and flew straight out of the window.

The evening breeze is gentle, the moonlight is sprinkled on the living soul, the soul is sitting cross-legged, and the four bookshelves are slowly surrounded.

Yuanning City at night brought Qiu Yan a familiar feeling, just like two years ago.

In a fluttering way, he came to the outside of a house.

Compared with two years ago, this mansion has not changed much, and the plaque on the red lacquered door is still bright-

Pan House.

"Xi Yun came to me twice, but he didn't say anything, but he could notice me, which means that it is not far from the time when the Spirit Dao kills the door, if you continue to wait passively, everything will be controlled by others, now that the Dao test has passed, then you should take the initiative to attack and take the initiative! The more imminent the threat, the more you must find out the enemy's movements. ”

Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan's soul was just a swing, and it fell into the Pan Mansion with the breeze.

"This Third Young Master Pan must have colluded with Shangling Dao, and it is only in the past two years that so many martial arts halls, academies, and Taoist temples have been swept away. ”

The perception of the gods and goddesses is connected to the stove in the whole city, and wherever the thought goes, they can perceive the scene around the stove, this Pan Mansion is of course the focus of attention, but the third young master Pan is proud of his noble status, and he will not go to the house and the stove, and even if the ordinary servants in the house often chat on the stove, they will not be exposed to such anecdotes.

It's just that the academies and Taoist temples in the city are often interrogated and questioned by the people of Pan's Mansion, and it is inevitable that someone will reveal it in front of the stove, so Qiu Yan learned that it was because of the movement of this spiritual path, Qiu Yan was not completely ignorant, but Xi Yun's sudden appearance was still unexpected by him, letting him know that things had changed.

In a fluttering manner, he had reached the depths of the back house of the Pan Mansion.

Since the death of the old man of the Pan family, the person in charge of the Pan Mansion has become the third young master Pan Zhi, in the past two years, Pan Zhi's two elder brothers have been on the fold to go home to guard filial piety, but they have been suppressed by the affection, because these two people are in the new party, and they are in a heavy responsibility, so the Pan family of the Pan family is still only the third young master of Pan Mansion, and the authority is flourishing.

Qiu Yan entered the mansion this time, did not encounter any obstacles, and soon arrived at the house of Third Young Master Pan.

The young ruler had long since fallen asleep, and compared with two years ago, his face was less childish and more cold, but he also looked thin, his brows were tightly locked, and his hall was dark.

As soon as he arrived in the room, Qiu Yan didn't say a word, and as soon as his soul turned, he got into the ears and eyes of Third Young Master Pan.

The next moment, the light and shadow in Qiu Yan's perception were distorted, and he was already asleep.

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