Ye Xingyuan stopped and watched the glimmer of light fall, falling into the wet mud and disappear.

The light of spirit turned into feathers and fell gracefully. This is a strange phenomenon that only occurs when the article was written to the point where the human beings were sympathetic. Ye Xingyuan was very surprised. He was unable to get the secret of heaven at this time. How could he reach such a superb level?

Is it dazzled? Or is Tianji's reflection arc long and he called out with all his heart just now, and finally reacted at this time? Ye Xingyuan was thinking, and reached out and wrote the remaining half of the word "Yu" in the air.

Buzz...buzz...

The vibrating sounds are endless, and light spots like fireflies in autumn continue to emerge from the void, splashing around and dancing gracefully.

This time it was impossible to be an illusion. This is indeed the realm of spiritual light that scholars dream of. Could it be that the soul had not yet been fully integrated just now, and now it was finally successful, and then the legendary chemical reaction occurred, and the genius among geniuses was born?

Ye Cuizhi was surprised and happy about this, and said almost incoherently: "I knew you were smart and would never become a waste of money as they said. You can even write so well in this void. You are the seeds of scholars and you will definitely pass the exam for the child. No, you can get the top scorer in the future!"

She was extremely happy. Seeing Ye Xingyuan rushing through the four treasures of the study, she knew that he would work hard and not disturb him anymore. "I'll give you a pancake! Eat a little more, and your health will be better faster. In three days, let Master Qian see your true skills!"

Ye Cuizhi went to the underground kitchen excitedly. Although she had no literary talent, she knew that this was amazing for her younger brother, and she felt proud in her heart.

Ye Xingyuan was also extremely excited. He was eager to verify and hurriedly picked up his pen and wrote another short article on half a blank piece of paper.

The writing was silent, and there was no abnormality. When the article ended, Ye Xingyuan took the paper and watched it, but it was still dark...

Why is this still not possible? Ye Xingyuan's mood suddenly fell from the peak and threw the paper away dejectedly. However, at this moment, a drop of spiritual light slowly seeped out of the words and slowly rolled down.

Inspiration! This is inspiration! Inspiration where the hope of the future is! The mood has experienced ups and downs, and when he suddenly saw hope, Ye Xingyuan calmed down.

The light of spirit finally exists. Although it cannot be attached to the article, it at least shows that his article has touched a little bit of Tianji and wrote a tiny little mystery in the world, so that such light can seep out! This means that he is not completely isolated from Tianji!

It’s so strange. Ye Xingyuan carefully recalled the situation of writing this article, but he racked his brains and couldn’t find anything special. The only possibility seems to be because he first copied the three words “cosmic edge” in the air?

He felt something, so he looked for another piece of white paper, spread it on the desk, and dipped the pen in the ink. After a slight pause, he started writing and put a little force on his wrist, pointing a little in the middle of the white paper.

This is the beginning point of the character "Yu", just like a knife and axe. Although Ye Xingyuan cannot fully understand its charm, the shape of the character is seven or eight points.

Boom! There seemed to be thunder rolling in his ears, and there seemed to be lightning and fire in his pen. Ye Xingyuan's mood was as peaceful as Mount Tai, and his arms remained motionless. When he was practicing calligraphy, he had to teach him that Mount Tai collapsed before his color remained unchanged. This skill of qi cultivation had an effect at this time.

He endured the storm and thunder in the illusion and steadily finished the three words "Cosmic Front". He felt his wrists were sore and weak, dizzy, and his chest was bored. It was even harder than writing three thousand words normally.

My body couldn't help but shake it, and then threw the pen to rest. Looking up, the words were filled with a lot of inspiration. Each word seemed to shine with light, and densely packed inspiration gathered in one place, as if raindrops gathered into a stream. With just a gentle push, they could flow on the paper.

This is an effect that Tong Sheng may not achieve even a big article. Ye Xingyuan's writing these mere three words can blind others' eyes.

"Success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He." Ye Xingyuan sighed and picked up the rubbings beside his pillow. These three words were indeed extraordinary. It destroyed the original owner's power of heavenly secret sensing. But now, it has returned this power to Ye Xingyuan in another way.

What kind of mystery does the three words "Cosmic Feng" contain, and what kind of secrets hidden in the world? So that by copying these three words, can you get the secret of heaven so responsive and bloom with such brilliant light?

Ye Xingyuan didn't think much about it for the time being, and he also knew that those mystery was not something he could understand now. People always live in the present, and the most urgent task now is the problem in front of them.

Regardless of his fatigue, he pulled out another piece of paper and wrote a short article. As expected, as he expected, there were a few more light spots in this article. Although they were scattered, they were no longer black.

Ye Xingyuan drank an overnight tea, shook his heart, forced his brush, and copied the three words "Cosmic Thumbs". After writing this time, his eyes were filled with stars and his ears were buzzing, as if countless little insects were flying. It took him a while to recover.

He continued to work hard and gritted his teeth and wrote an article.

This time, the inspiration was obviously much higher, which was much better than the worst group of students in social sciences. Ye Xingyuan felt that while copying the three words "Cosmic Feng", his spiritual power was constantly recovering.

When Ye Xingyuan wanted to copy the tip of the universe again, he found that the brush was as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not be lifted anyway. He tried several times, but in the end he could only stop abruptly.

It seems that for a period of time, copying the universe tip twice in a row with a pen was already the limit of his body. This is not enough. Ye Xingyuan remembered that Master Qian said that he would have to take the social exam in three days. At this progress, he could not recover all his spiritual power in three days, and he had no confidence in winning compared with his clan brothers.

What's more, although Mr. Qian decided to retake the exam, Ye Xingyuan didn't believe that he would not play tricks. According to Mr. Qian's two-faced technique, he would be afraid that he would secretly miss the questions for his clan brothers and would be a little bit biased when judging, which would be a little bad.

He had to find another way. Ye Xingyuan thought about it and hid the rubbings of the universe and the words he copied. He knew that this thing was precious and could be considered a life-saving thing for him. When the social examination was over, he would go to the mountains to take a closer look at the original appearance of the cliff carvings.

When Ye Xingyuan thought of the scene that day, he felt a little painful in his mind. Suddenly, a flower in front of him was seen, and a sword shadow appeared in the void. The sword body was vertical, more than two feet and seven inches long, without sheaths, the sword edge was like snow, and the hilt emitted a golden light soaring into the sky, as if hanging between the heaven and earth.

Ye Xingyuan was stunned. The shadow of the divine sword disappeared without a trace in front of him.

What is this? Ye Xingyuan was worried that he was too tired and had hallucinations, but the details of the sword shadow just now were too real.

He thought carefully and began to recall the meaning of the three words "The Thumb of the Universe". Sure enough, the sword shadow appeared in front of him again. He reached out to touch it, but there was a cloud of dust and air that could not touch anything. Only the fingertips could feel a slight chill.

Once the spirit is divided, the sword shadow disappears; if you concentrate on thinking about the three words "Cosmic Throne", the sword shadow will appear in front of him again. This sword shadow is clearly embedded in his sea of ​​consciousness, and you can feel it directly without external feeling.

Ye Xingyuan played it several times, but he didn't know what the use of this sword shadow from the void from the universe's edge was, so he lost interest. This may be something extraordinary, but it is not clear for the time being, and it will not help his current situation. Let's put it aside for now.

"Have you written so much? I'm really working hard!" Ye Cuizhi brought the hot leek and egg cakes to deliver them. She saw the paper rolls on the floor, and it was covered with dense handwriting.

She couldn't tell the reason, but she thought that her younger brother wrote beautifully, which was pleasing to the eye, and was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. "Come on, have dinner first, let's write after dinner!" She was both doting and distressed by Ye Xingyuan, afraid that he would not pay attention to his health.

Before marrying, the siblings depend on each other for life. This kind of situation is the most common. After getting married, Ye Cuizhi was controlled by her parents-in-law and husband. She usually came back in a hurry, giving her some things and leaving. She sat down and cooked a meal for her brothers less.

Before I knew it, my younger brother had grown into a man of seven feet tall, with fine fluff on his lips, handsome and gentle, like a scholar, making people happy to see him.

Thinking of what he said just now, Ye Cuizhi was thinking about finding a way to find a marriage for her younger brother, but now he has a great future. Perhaps he can really study and improve, and he will definitely find a better family by then...

While she was thinking, she heard a soft knock on the door outside, and someone shouted: "Are you here, Madam?"

The voice was soft and his tone was full of powerlessness. Ye Xingyuan knew that it was his sister's husband Liu Dun. This person spoke in this tone, like a fly, buzzing so much that it made people feel annoying.

This brother-in-law usually guards the grocery shop at home in the west of the village, busy with the business of 30 cents and 5 cents. His eyes were all drawn into the money and he refused to leave. He came to see Ye Cuizhi once last night, why did he come again today?

Ye Cuizhi hurriedly opened the door, "Honey, isn't it because something happened to Xia'er?"

It was precisely because her daughter fell last night that her parents-in-law and her family got angry and ordered Liu Dun to take her home. She had to leave her unconscious brother and go back to see her daughter.

As a result, the daughter only had a piece of oily skin on her knees, and her parents-in-law took advantage of the situation and said that she was unfaithful and said it for a long time before she could stop. Ye Cuizhi was worried about her younger brother and was too lazy to care about them.

Ye Xingyuan also walked to the door and saw his brother-in-law wearing a brown coat standing in the shade of the tree at the door, his face not very good.

In fact, this brother-in-law is only in his twenties or thirty years old, but he is hunched over and down with his head. His originally upright facial features have a bit of bad luck, and he always feels that he can't straighten his waist.

"Xia'er is fine, I'll have something to ask you for." Liu Dun shook his head, he hesitated, as if he couldn't say anything.

Ye Cuizhi sighed relieved, "That's right, I'm just about to find you. My brother was bullied in social science today. I want to find Yu Xiucai to uphold justice for him. Are you going with me?"

While she was having a meal, she was thinking about the quota of Ye Xingyuan County. Suddenly, she remembered that Yu Zheng and Xiucai from the neighboring village were childhood playmates. Although he became arrogant and moved less after passing the exam, he still had feelings for him. If he asked him to help, it would be a small task to keep the quota of the county.

There are four or five nearby villages, and in recent years, Yu Zheng is a scholar. It is too late for Mr. Qian to curry favor with him, so Yu Xiucai's speech must be effective.

Liu Dun often went to Donghui Village where Yu Xiucai was to do business. The two of them were familiar with each other and took him to speak better, so as not to get suspicious and get jealous.

But Liu Dun hesitated for a moment and did not answer directly. He looked at Ye Xingyuan first, and pointed at the bridge not far away uncomfortablely, "Let's go over there and talk."

Ye Cuizhi was stunned and felt that her husband was a little weird, "I'm not an outsider. If you have anything to say, just say it here." She has a straightforward and cheerful temperament. She doesn't look down on her husband's slutty and doesn't bother with him.

Liu Dun gritted his teeth, looked at Ye Xingyuan for a few more times, his head lowered, and he buzzed, "My mother said, you are not virtuous, you always act on your own, ride on my head, and use the money from your family to supplement outsiders; my father said again, you can't give birth to a son, and you will cut off the incense of our Liu family..."

Ye Cuizhi's willow eyebrows were almost erected, "What do you want to say?"
Chapter completed!