The Earth Is My Dantian

When Ye Sheng returned to the hut, he was covered in filth and smelly, but he didn't dare to disturb Zhou Meiren, so he went into the big river alone to wash away the filth from his body.

The river was icy cold, but in Ye Sheng's place, it didn't bother him. The true energy in his body was burning like a furnace.

After washing away the filth, Ye Sheng stood in white clothes, burning incense, in a trance, spread out a white paper on the table, raised a brush, and was about to write.

But the moment he wrote the pen, Ye Sheng saw that he didn't grind the ink, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Zhou Meiren, come and grind ink for me." Ye Sheng's voice spread into the next room like a silk thread, and Zhou Meiren, who was resting with her eyes closed, was awakened.

"What, I'm the son of the sub-sage, you want me to study ink?" Zhou Meiren didn't dare to answer.

He got up all of a sudden, and came to Ye Sheng's room angrily. When he came in, Dun Si was stunned.

Tranquility, Zhiyuan.

The Buddhist incense is lit, making people calm. Ye Sheng is tall and straight, and his white clothes are like snow, he is like a handsome young man.

Zhou Meiren, who was born in Yasheng's family, immediately understood that this is to enter a state of spiritual clarity. Once he makes noise, Ye Sheng will definitely fall to this level, and it will be difficult to calm down.

"This guy." Zhou Meiren envied, this level of peace of mind has never been entered by many scholars who have read books for a lifetime, and Ye Sheng did not expect to be so enlightened.

Continuous alchemy for ten days consumed too much of Ye Sheng's spiritual power, and he was unable to think about other things at all. After washing away the filth, his whole body seemed to be washed away from the shackles, and he naturally entered this level of realm.

Zhou Meiren finished the ink, her face was calm, her technique was skillful, her white jade-like palm was as slender as a girl's, very graceful, with layers of ink smudged, Ye Sheng began to write.

Ye Sheng wrote ancient Chinese characters. From the first character, Zhou Meiren was stunned. She looked at Ye Sheng in confusion, "He knows such ancient characters?"

A poem that Ye Sheng liked very much was written out, every word and every sentence was extremely elegant, and the ancient characters seemed to come alive again in his hands, making Ye Sheng enter an inexplicable feeling.

At this moment, his soul power is growing crazily, absorbing the insights from this realm, and promoting Ye Sheng's realm.

When I am drunk, I turn on the lamp to watch the sword, and dream of returning to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles under the command of the sun, the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall, autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Lu Fei of the horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

Put an end to the affairs of the king and win the fame before and after his life, what a pity it happened!

This is a poem written by a great poet that Ye Sheng liked very much in his previous life. At this moment, he wrote it in one go, using the veins of ancient characters, and the writing is fluent.

Why is Yasheng so good?

The sanctification of reading is because of the power of words, the power of "moving" in words.

A true sage can crush one hundred thousand soldiers with one word, and shatter a country with one article. Although Yasheng doesn't have such abilities, he can still crush ten thousand troops with one word.

This is also the reason why Zhou Jiayasheng can become a leader in the literary world.

When Ye Sheng opened his eyes, he felt lost, the previous mysterious and mysterious realm disappeared.

"How did you enter the realm of spiritual clarity just now?" Zhou Meiren asked softly from the side, her face was still shocked, she couldn't believe it.

"I don't know, maybe I'm too tired. I haven't slept or eaten for the past ten days. I've been drinking water when I'm hungry. I've been doing alchemy all the time, and my mind has been exhausted. But I didn't expect that after I lit the Buddhist incense, my whole body would enter such a state inexplicably. Realm." Ye Sheng shook his head and replied, it is absolutely impossible for him to come again now.

His soul seemed to have undergone a transformation, it was pure and flawless, and every time he thought about it, the surging power of the soul was boiling.

Five heavens of nourishing the soul!

Ye Sheng actually made a breakthrough like this. On the road of spirit and soul, he just entered a mysterious realm and then broke through.

very simple,

It was so simple that Ye Sheng himself doubted it was true.

"What are you writing?" Zhou Meiren looked at the poem written by Ye Sheng, eager to understand it. Although he didn't know the meaning, his literary skills told him that it should be a good poem.

"A poem, a poem I like very much." Ye Sheng said softly.

"Can you read it to me?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.

"I'm not in the mood anymore." Ye Sheng shook his head, falling from the mysterious realm, he was full of loss.

"Then can you give me this word?" Zhou Meiren asked expectantly.

Seeing the incident where he was grinding ink for himself, Ye Sheng nodded and said, "You can take it away, but remember, don't damage this poem."

As if she had found a treasure, Zhou Meiren carefully lifted the white paper, looked at the scattered words on it, and said happily: "You have a good rest, I want to study this poem carefully."

Ye Sheng watched him leave, and began to clean up his lost mood.

Tonight, he broke through the fifth level of the soul, and he has no intention of breaking through. He is taking the barrier-breaking pill tomorrow, waiting to break through the barriers of martial arts.

...

Zhou Meiren rushed home overnight, holding the poem written by Ye Sheng in her hand, and found her father.

Asia Saint Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan is very elegant, with a strong scholarly atmosphere, thin body, and looks gentle and elegant.

"Daddy, there is a good poem here, but my daughter doesn't know it. Do you know it?" Zhou Meiren found Zhou Yuan and immediately presented the poem written by Ye Sheng.

"Oh, you have been learning literature from me since childhood, and there are words you don't know?" Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take a look, and immediately looked concentrating.

"This is an ancient text, how did you get it?" Zhou Yuan asked suspiciously.

"My daughter belongs to a friend." Zhou Meiren smiled slightly, as beautiful as a fairy.

"Your friend, the kid who killed your 'sister'?" Zhou Yuanruo pointed out.

Zhou Meiren nodded: "It's him. He entered a mysterious state tonight. My daughter grinds ink for him. He wrote this poem, but my daughter doesn't know what it means, so he won't tell me when I ask him."

Zhou Yuan said softly: "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming of returning to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield. Lu Fei is fast on the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king's affairs in the world, winning the fame in life and after death, it's a pity that it happened for nothing!"

"This is a good poem." Zhou Meiren was shocked immediately, the poem was written so well.

"This is not written by your little friend. It must be an old man, an old man who has experienced many things in the world and returned from the battlefield. Good words, really good." Zhou Yuan was also full of praise.

"My daughter must ask him who wrote it." Zhou Meiren said firmly with bright eyes.

"You have to pay attention to your current identity." Zhou Yuan reminded.

"Daughter knows." Zhou Meiren was not afraid of Zhou Yuan, she agreed casually, and then took the poem and went back to her boudoir.

Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly, feeling as if his daughter had been taken away, bitter and bitter.