Ye Xingyuan spread out paper and pen on the table, closed his eyes to calm down, brewing feelings, recalling the method of gathering spiritual power to stimulate the secrets of heaven, and preparing to make a comeback.

I had previously recovered my original memory and knew the things like the divine and spiritual power, but I still knew the truth but not the reason. If I didn’t understand it with my own heart, I would not be able to truly understand the tricks.

Although the original body is weak, his understanding of the secrets is greater than his peers. Ye Xingyuan speculated that only when his soul in another world is completely integrated with the original body can he naturally restore the original body's spiritual power.

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

Before he knew it, Ye Xingyuan, who was meditating inward, felt that there seemed to be countless small insects in his body, making his whole body feel numb. This was a sign of spiritual power surge. Then he saw the index finger of his right hand, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light between his middle finger. This was the initial state of spiritual power being added to his body and writing with a divine writing.

So that's what it should be! After experiencing now, Ye Xingyuan was a little regretful. If he remembered these methods in the society, he would not have taken the opportunity to give money to the tutor. He would have seized the county examination quota he had worked hard to get.

But it doesn't matter. Those who achieve great things always have some twists and turns. As long as their level is still there, they are still afraid that they will not be able to make a breakthrough. Ye Xingyuan thought openly, and wrote his handwriting on paper with his hands floating like flowing water.

This is not an exam, so naturally there is no need to write regular script neatly. Ye Xingyuan loved running script before traveling through time. Zhong and Wang's calligraphy is awesome. Now that he has changed his body, although his writing is a little sluggish, it is full of smoke.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is in Guichou. At the beginning of late spring, I met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji to practice the work..." Ye Xingyuan himself also felt pleasing to the eye. The "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was written smoothly and completed in one go, and he realized that he was much better than before.

The spiritual power of this world has indeed greatly improved the talent of scholars. Whether it is the pen technique or the fullness of energy, they can fully express their own level.

After writing an article, Ye Xingyuan threw his pen to the ground, laughed happily, lifted the piece of paper with both hands, gently blew the ink dry, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scroll surface, using the method of spiritual resonance to sense the advantages and disadvantages of his work.

However, to his surprise, this masterpiece was like the short composition he wrote in class, black and completely light!

How could this happen? He has obviously condensed his spiritual power and tried to pull Tianji? Why is it still resonant? Ye Xingyuan was puzzled. Could it be that this was not the original work, but plagiarism, so he was rejected by Tianji?

He frowned and took a piece of paper again. Thinking about the title that Master Qian issued in the morning, he still wrote an article with "no permanent property but perseverance". This time he no longer deliberately kept it, had strict intentions, quoted classics, and did not dare to have any mistakes in the format. He could only finish it in about one stick of incense.

Ye Xingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. This article used its original memory. It was almost the same as the exam for scholars in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was naturally much higher than the current level of enlightenment students. Moreover, this was created by two-life memory, and it would be really strange.

He was full of confidence and stretched out his hand to stroke the paper again, but his face was shocked. It was still pitch black, like the darkness that could not be found in his fingers, and he could not even find a small star.

What's going on? Ye Xingyuan was depressed. Could it be that his soul from another world could not be connected with the secrets of this world?

If this is true, it will be annoying! In this world, the exams rely on Tianji to determine articles. They cannot touch Tianji and cannot resonate with each other. The articles are nonsense. No matter how colorful it is, it is useless. There is no need to think about the path to the imperial examination to rise!

Ye Xingyuan fell on the bed in dismay, thinking hard about the way to the future.

I heard that there are people who are quiet in the path of immortality in this world, which is different from the way to enter the world. If you worship them, eat wind and dew every day, nourish qi and cultivate yourself, and practice hard for decades, you may have the opportunity to achieve great success. But firstly, these illusory immortals have no place to find them, and secondly, they are indeed inconsistent with their nature.

Although the other professions in the world are not considered lowly, they can only be considered civilians compared to studying and entering the world!

Just when Ye Xingyuan was confused, there were continuous and rapid knocks from the door outside, and a woman's anxious voice sounded, "Little brother, my brother? Are you in good health? I went to the social school today, why don't you tell me?"

Sister Ye Xingyuan was stunned and remembered the only close relative. He quickly put on his cloth shoes, walked to the door and opened the door latch. The door creaked and opened it. He saw a beautiful young woman in her twenties standing outside, but her face looked a little haggard.

The woman was extremely happy when she saw Ye Xingyuan. She reached out and held him in her arms, rubbing her like a child. "Thank God, you are sober, you are sober..."

The woman cried so hard that the pear blossoms were filled with rain. She was unconscious for the past three days. She kept waiting for her clothes and didn't even return home. This morning, her husband came over and made a noise. She had to go home, but she was really worried, and now she rushed back in a hurry.

When she was at the entrance of the village, she heard that her younger brother had woken up and was a little skeptical. Now seeing her younger brother standing upright, she couldn't help but feel emotional. How could she stop her tears?

Ye Xingyuan was hugged tightly by the woman, a little embarrassed, but also felt by her family affection, and memories surged out.

This is his own sister Ye Cuizhi, who is seven years older than him, and this year is only twenty-three. Since their parents died of illness, this sister has been supporting him and studying for him. After getting married, she also sponsors him from time to time and never stops. It can be said that Ye Xingyuan was able to concentrate on studying without any worries, and his greatest benefactor was his sister.

"Sister, don't cry, I'm fine now." Ye Xingyuan patted her shoulder lightly and had to say a few words to comfort her. "I just felt something and fell asleep. Now I'm already very happy. Therefore, I went to the society to study hard in the morning, and then passed the exam and earned a royal decree for my sister..."

He was sincere when he said this. Just relying on Ye Cuizhi's kindness to him, he should repay him well. A meal of grace is guaranteed by a thousand gold, let alone this blood-connected relationship?

Under the pressure of my husband's family, my sister has a tricky and mean mother-in-law and a stingy husband. She wants to support her younger brother in the cracks. I don't know how much idle he has suffered. Even if she has a royal decree, she is afraid she will not be able to repay this kind of kindness.

"Do you still want to study? It's just that studying is causing you..." Ye Cuizhi let go of her hand and wiped her tears when she heard him say this.

Then she was afraid that Ye Xingyuan would be unhappy, so she spoke carefully: "I heard that you went to the social school today and were scolded by the teacher. I said that even the quota for the county examination would be taken away?"

She heard about this news from the first few teenagers in the village. Today, Ye Xingyuan and Mr. Qian talked back to the scene, which caused a lot of controversy. Then everyone said that Ye Xingyuan's spiritual power was exhausted and his secrets were cut off. Seeing that it was aborted, Mr. Qian wanted to take his place in the county examination.

Ye Xingyuan hesitated for a moment and chose to comfort his sister, "This matter is not true, but I am in poor health these days. Mr. Qian was afraid that I would not be able to perform when I went to the county exam, so he wanted to retake the exam in three days and choose another talented person. But now my health has recovered, and even if I retake the exam, it would be fine. I can still win the first place..."

Speaking of this, he paused. If he could sense the secrets of heaven, he would certainly not be afraid of anything, but the current situation made him feel helpless.

Ye Cuizhi observed his words and expressions, and knew that Ye Xingyuan was in a difficult situation, so she said angrily: "The tutor of the money is really not aware of the matter. The quota was clearly obtained by you, so how can it not be counted? And even though you know that you are in poor health, you are still scheduled to take the exam again in three days. Now you have not been very good yet, so why do you have to work hard? I'll go to him to argue!"

Ye Xingyuan grabbed her and waved his hand, "Since Mr. Qian has made up, I'm afraid it's hard to convince him."

Mr. Qian may have taken many benefits to others in private, so it is useless to ask his sister to find Mr. Qian. I am afraid he will be angry and will be useless. Moreover, out of male self-esteem, he is unwilling to let his sister be a woman show up for himself.

Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he thought that his study was also involved in his sister's kindness.

I have always lived on my sister before. I have the path of studying to advance, and I can finally see hope. If this path is broken, what should I do? For the sake of myself, my sister is angry at her husband's house, how can he be at ease?

Although Ye Cuizhi is an ordinary woman with little knowledge, her young parents are both dead and her heart is strong. She immediately changed the topic and said, "I will boil water and cook for you first. You are old and should tell you a wife...

After getting married, find a living, and even if it is not good, you can teach children how to learn to learn and read, or go to your brother-in-law to be an accountant. Even if you can't take the exam, it's no big deal, you should always have something to eat."

Ye Xingyuan knew that Ye Cuizhi was afraid that she would be unable to think too much, so she tried her best to comfort herself.

Ye Cuizhi sighed secretly. Whether my younger brother can be prosperous is destined to be good. Since God does not give him a chance, I won’t think about it anymore. People should always look forward alive. As long as this younger brother can be healthy and can get married, have children and have children in the future, and he will be satisfied.

"And this." Before cooking, Ye Cuizhi took out a rubbing from under the pillow and sent it to Ye Xingyuan. "When you were unconscious before, you held this thing and didn't let go. I think you were a treasure."

She didn't know the words, so she naturally couldn't recognize the three big words with sharp strokes.

"Cosmic front!" Ye Xingyuan blurted out, feeling a loud bang in his mind, as if he was chopped by an axe, and the pain was unbearable.

This is the rubbings of the cliff carvings that caused him to be in a coma for three days, the three characters of the universe, and the silver hook and iron paintings of each stroke, like a long sword that pierced his soul. For a moment, Ye Xingyuan felt that he was about to lose his soul again.

It was this thing that killed the original owner and attracted him to travel through time. Just one rubbing made him feel like he was facing thousands of troops.

It was indeed a strange thing. Ye Xingyuan came back to his senses. As an amateur calligrapher, he immediately figured out the meaning of these three words.

After thinking about it, his expression immediately became excited. He did not consider the strangeness of this word. Just looking at the brushwork structure, it was so harsh and majestic that he had never seen when he copied calligraphy from various schools!

"It's wonderful!" Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but praise, stretched out his finger to copy the empty dots, and unconsciously began to copy the brushwork of these three characters.

Buzz...

There was a slight vibration in the air, and a little blue light fell down where his fingertips streaked, as if they were falling crystal petals.

Ye Cuizhi and Ye Xingyuan were stunned together.
Chapter completed!