Rumble! Just as Ye Xingyuan was writing an article in the examination room, lightning and thunder were roaring in the upper reaches of the Han River. The vast river tide formed a wide white line, surging down, impacting the mountains and valleys. The originally silted Han West Canal was poured into the river water, mud and sand were all under, and turbid.

"It's water! It's water!" someone shouted in the village beside the canal. But the experienced old man looked excited and looked in the rain with a cane, with a strong look of hope.

The water flows through the ancient Hanxi Canal Road, which has been silted and blocked for more than a hundred years. On average, only the earthworm-like water flow winds down, and it is not enough for daily use, so how can we talk about irrigation?

But today is different. The fierce water force is like a thousand troops, rudely breaking through all the obstacles in front of you. The originally narrow channels and the riverbed accumulated by the sand were washed away by the water, loosening and falling off, sweeping downstream with a roar, tearing open more cracks.

Is it necessary to reopen the Hanxi Canal? Judging from this situation, after this heavy rain, the river channel widened and the silt was broken. Even if it could not be restored to the point where it was before, at least this water channel was unobstructed.

From then on, as long as the government is willing to recruit the officers and the recruitment will be excavated, the West Canal of Han will be reappeared in the world. This is a great thing! The old man couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, crying and kowtowing like pounding garlic, thanking the emperor for his kindness.

Ding Ruyi, who was casting a spell in the restaurant, suddenly opened her eyes, as if she felt a surging force, and chuckled: "The time of heaven has arrived, the unity of man and heaven is united, and the secret of heaven is chaotic, at this moment!"

When Ding Ruyi told the prefect that she was willing to use this flood to exchange for the opportunity to suppress Ye Xingyuan, it sounded a bit incredible. Ye Xingyuan deserves such a great price?

In fact, this flood was a merit that the Dragon King had originally planned to do, but Ding Ruyi cleverly borrowed the power and cited it as a condition of exchange to exchange the opportunity to suppress Ye Xingyuan from the prefect.

Even if Ding Ruyi doesn't propose it to the prefect, the Dragon King will do this. Ding Ruyi just pretends to be a tiger's power and uses the merits and power for his own use.

Thinking of this, Ding Ruyi was very proud of his wisdom and tricks. What is erratic and versatile, and what is playing with sentient beings in his palms? It feels like the people of the Central Plains. When he takes the wheel bead and returns to the country and sets up that formation, the destiny of the South Vietnamese country will be further improved!

She speeded up and wandered back and forth among the seven-star lamps, and the lights suddenly became brighter. An invisible vortex of airflow appeared around her, and her clothes fluttered, looking like a ghost or an immortal.

The secrets of heaven change, frequent strange phenomena, and lightning and lightning are intertwined. The Southern Barbarian witchcraft has its own unique features. With the help of heaven and time, place, and people, it is guided by the hard work, it is strange and unpredictable, and can form many incredible effects. Only by relying on the magical power of the directional disordered heaven, we can know why the witchcraft art has been strictly prohibited by all dynasties!

The Han River was changed, the seven-star lights were turned, and the same fate was connected, and the Tianji was repeated! Ding Ruyi calculated this day and completely disturbed Ye Xingyuan to the mess.

If the chaotic wood buried under Ye Xingyuan's examination room in advance can play a role, he will inevitably be confused and write a confused article. Even if the examiner is blind, he will not be able to record him as a scholar. Maybe he will be punished for his words!

Even if the Luanli Wood was dug out, Ye Xingyuan could keep his mind clear and realize that something was wrong with him, but he could not forcefully reverse the secret of heaven again, because Ye Xingyuan was just a mere child, without the magical powers and means to counter the witchcraft!

It is useless to not be able to write smooth articles! And not only today, if Ye Xingyuan refuses to hand over the wheel bead, this chaos will continue to follow him and become an unavoidable sequelae. What else can he read and what imperial examinations can he take? Until Ye Xingyuan is willing to surrender!

This is the consequence of offending this girl! Ding Ruyi spread her arms, her robe sleeves were facing the wind, the candlelight in the room was swaying, the figures were messy, and it looked even more gloomy and weird.

"Miss, is it done?" The maid in red was very happy to see Ding Ruyi smoothly. At this point of the spell, the great witch's magic has been completed this time. I believe Ye Xingyuan was in a difficult situation in the examination room, and the lady should not be backfired.

"Of course..." Ding Ruyi answered slightly proudly. Before she finished speaking, she heard a sound. The window opposite was blown away by the strong wind and rain poured in. A thunder fell from the sky, killing the oil lamp farthest away from her.

What? Ding Ruyi felt itchy in her throat, as if she was hit by a huge force, her body shaking constantly, and a bloodshot oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"Someone is breaking my method!" Ding Ruyi couldn't help but exclaim, gritting her teeth and standing upright, her face pale but stubborn. She circled her fingers and muttered something in her mouth. In an instant, the wind circled, and the window turned automatically closed.

Ding Ruyi still dared not relax. If this great witchcraft that interferes with the secret of heaven fails, she will really have a great backlash. There are few people who know the witchcraft method in the middle of the city, and this time she was secretly designed under the protection of the prefect. Who can break it in a targeted manner?

Could it be that scholar Ye Xingyuan has the ability to break the Dharma? It is impossible. Not to mention that he is a mere child, even a scholar, a scholar, is difficult to crack under such a pre-designed witchcraft! If the three methods of heaven, earth and man are complete and free from the wood, even scholars at the Jinshi level may be caught!

Speaking of which, I have to blame Mr. Zhang, who is not enough to do anything, for he instructed people to dig up Luli Wood and think he was a fool. He is as stupid as a pig! Without Luli Wood, the power of the spell is at least half weakened, and it is even more difficult for him to cast spells himself. Otherwise, he would have been accomplished long ago and suppressed Ye Xingyuan to his mind!

Ding Ruyi was even more angry when she heard the laughter coming from next door.

"Miss, are you okay?" The maid in red hurriedly stepped forward and supported Ding Ruyi.

Ding Ruyi looked down at the remaining six lamps, shook her head slightly and said, "It's okay, it's stable now."

The strong wind and thunder just now really scared Ding Ruyi. The wind and thunder contained the momentum of breaking all the laws. If it was strengthened a little more, it would probably break her seven-star lamp magic like a wind sweeping away the broken clouds.

Fortunately, this power is insufficient, so one lamp can only be wiped out, and six lamps are in hand. Now the witchcraft ritual has been completed, and the goal is only a child, not a wise figure, so the spell can be barely maintained.

After Ye Xingyuan finished writing the eight words "If you are not a clan, your heart will be different", he clearly felt that the spiritual power was driving the sky and moving, and he felt suddenly enlightened, just like the dark clouds in the sky suddenly separated and a clear light was shot out.

But soon, there was nothing. The dark clouds overlapped, blocking the sunlight, and the flow of heavenly secrets also made a sense of obscureness.

What's going on? Ye Xingyuan has used the Sword Spirit Breaking Art many times and solved many dangers, either it is like a stunning force and a turnaround in one fell swoop, or the other party's rank is too high and has no effect. It has never encountered such a situation as today, which is obviously effective but repeated.

Ye Xingyuan thought about it repeatedly and felt that this situation showed that it was right to enter the truth. It could activate the sword spirit to have a certain effect, but because his own strength was not strong enough, he could not win in one blow.

How many more times should I try? Ye Xingyuan frowned, his wrist shook, and eight big words fell into his pen again.

Bang! Ding Ruyi's private room window shook heavily again, but was suppressed by the power of witchcraft, so it did not open. Ding Ruyi let out a muffled groan, feeling that her chest was hit hard, and she bent down in pain. The six copper lamps kept flashing, but none of them went out.

"Miss!" The maid in red couldn't help but exclaim. Ding Ruyi straightened her body again, gritted her teeth, stretched out her hands, causing the flames of the six lamps to rise, and shouted angrily: "It's not that easy to break my method!"

Ye Xingyuan felt that the spiritual power traction on Tianji flashed again, and Tianji seemed to be clearer, but soon returned to Chaos.

Come again! Ye Xingyuan did not hesitate. Anyway, he summoned the sword spirit and wrote the truth without much effort. Since that is the case, it would be better to write it a few times, or the effect would be better? Of course, the premise is that the spiritual power is strong enough, otherwise, if the sword spirit is activated a few times, he will use up all his spiritual power and lose his way.

"If you are not a person of my race, your heart will be different!"

"If you are not a person of my race, your heart will be different!"

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Fortunately, this is written on paper, otherwise it would be announced according to the general situation. This repeated word-breaking technique is almost violent, and it is simply a brain-filled demonic sound, which is extremely ghost. Ye Xingyuan recites it several times, and he can learn without a teacher without a teacher, and get the brainwashed "clear heart holy sound" skill.

"Puff!" Ding Ruyi's body was like a candle in the wind, swaying left and right, spitting blood for a few mouthfuls of blood, and her face was bleak, as if she had been abused by someone a hundred times.

The maid in red couldn't hold back her tears. Her young lady had never suffered such pain? She cried and said, "Miss, if there is a master, we will take the spell, right?"

If you take the initiative to accept the witchcraft method, the backlash you suffer will be much lighter. Otherwise, if... the maid was shuddered when she remembered the consequences and did not dare to continue. If she really wanted to be broken, she would not only suffer a great impact on herself, but also her original means of harming others would retaliate against herself!

"No!" Ding Ruyi gritted her teeth, raised her hand to separate her scattered black hair, her face full of stubbornness and determination. She was tenacious and determined to win the pride. The wheel bead was crucial to her plan, how could she give up because of mere suffering?

She shouted to the maid: "My witchcraft method has been completed, and I can also use the general trend of the Han River water! I want to see how powerful this person who wants to break the law has, and can continue to work hard! Even if he can hold on, am I not as good as him?"

Ding Ruyi was still very awake at this time. As long as these six copper lamps remained uncut, he would have the bonus of the river water trend. So what if he lasted for a few hours? As long as it was dark, the mansion examination would be over. Ye Xingyuan did not have the ability to write an essay, so he would definitely not be able to pass the scholar!

The woman became stubborn and was terrifyingly persistent. Ding Ruyi let go of harsh words and did not allow Ye Xingyuan to pass the mansion test, so she would do what she said. She was not the stupid and incompetent magistrate Zhang, who made a big statement, and in the end she could only be a joke!

Even if you suffer a little pain, so what? Someone is working hard to break her great magic, and will withstand the impact of the Han River water. It is not easy to have a chance!

But in fact, Ye Xingyuan is not that difficult... He urged the Universe Sword Spirit to break the magical powers, but in fact he was all under the pressure, so he himself was of course feeling nothing.

The secret of heaven is disordered, Ye Xingyuan cannot write an essay. Bored, he has already written a whole paper of "Not my race, his heart will be different." Although he is a little tired, he is not under much pressure.

Compared to just now, the degree of interference has improved slightly, and Ye Xingyuan also felt his mind clearer. He said to himself: "It is better to repeat the truth about a hundred times. If you want to write an essay that is not disturbed, it seems that you have to write at least two or three hundred times. The test is over until the hour of You, so you have to hurry up!"

He remembered that he learned to draw the left and right bows when he was practicing calligraphy. Although he was not good at writing with his left hand, it is not for the sake of exams at present, and the quality of calligraphy is irrelevant. He immediately picked up two brushes and wrote them in a flying and phoenix manner.

Ding Ruyi felt that the pressure was a little more. She seemed to be under pressure from a heavy burden. She cheered up and tried her best to support her, and she would not hesitate to lose herself, and then forcibly cast spells to suppress her opponent!

Ye Xingyuan in the examination room wrote a mantra and wrote the 200th "If you are not a race, your heart will be different", suddenly a heavy pressure came invisibly, wrapping your hands tightly! Ye Xingyuan had not reacted yet, and suddenly a crack sounded, and the pen in his hand was broken into two pieces!

The opponent's resilience was so strong! Ye Xingyuan was shocked. The sword spirit could not break the opponent's spells by his own life and death. Instead, even his pen was broken out of thin air. What should we do now? Could it be that God will destroy him?

But if you want to say that the desperate situation is not enough, Ye Xingyuan has heard of a way for scholars to strengthen their own mental power, that is, write blood books! The blood books appear, and their power is several times that of ordinary pens and ink!
Chapter completed!