The Earth Is My Dantian

Chapter 68 - breaking through the Fifth Heaven (second update)

Chapter 68 Chapter 13, breaking through the Fifth Heaven (second update)

Ye Sheng returned to the hut. His entire body was filthy and smelly, but he did not dare to disturb Beauty Zhou. He entered the river alone to wash away the filth all over his body.

The river water was bone-piercing cold, but it was not a problem for Ye Sheng. The zhenqi in his body was like a furnace, burning fiercely.

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

But the moment he wrote, Ye Sheng saw that he did not grind the ink, and could not help but frown.

“Beauty Zhou, come over and grind the ink for me.”Ye Sheng’s voice was like a thread, spreading into the next room. Beauty Zhou, who was resting with her eyes closed, was startled awake. “What? I am the son of a quasi-saint. You want me to grind the ink?”Beauty Zhou said in disbelief.

He stood up immediately and came to Ye Sheng’s room in a huff. When he came in to take a look, he was stunned.

Tranquility, Zhiyuan.

Fan incense was lit, making people quiet. Ye Sheng’s figure was tall and straight, and his white clothes were like snow. He looked like an elegant young man.

Beauty Zhou, who was born in a quasi-sage family, immediately understood that he was going to enter a state of pure mind. Once he made a noise, Ye Sheng would definitely fall to this realm, and it would be difficult for him to calm down again.

“This guy,”Beauty Zhou said enviously. Many scholars who had studied for their entire lives had never entered this level of peace of mind. She did not expect Ye Sheng to comprehend it like this.

Ten Days of continuous pill refinement had consumed too much of Ye Sheng’s spiritual energy. He simply had no energy to think about other things. After washing away the filth, his entire person seemed to have washed away the shackles, and he naturally entered this level.

Beauty Zhou began to grind the ink. Her expression was calm, and her hands were skilled. Her white jade-like palm was as slender as a girl’s, and it was extremely beautiful. Layers of ink spread out, and Ye Sheng began to write.

Ye Sheng was writing Chinese ancient characters. From the first word, Beauty Zhou was stunned. She looked at Ye Sheng in confusion. “He actually knows such ancient characters?”

A poem that Ye Sheng liked very much was written. Each word was extremely elegant. The ancient characters seemed to come alive again in his hands, and Ye Sheng entered an inexplicable state of comprehension. At this moment, his soul power grew crazily, absorbing the comprehension in this realm and pushing ye Sheng’s realm forward.

When drunk, he would light a lamp and look at a sword. When he was dreaming, he would blow the horn and join the camp.

When 800 Li of troops were under him, when 50 strings were turned over, the sound of the outside world was heard. When on the battlefield, the autumn soldiers were called.

When the horse made the Lu flying fast, the bow was like a bolt of lightning and the string was startled.

After settling the affairs of the Sovereign, he won the fame of his life and death. Pitifully, it happened in vain!

W

This was a poem written by a great poet that ye liked very much in his previous life. Now that it was written, it was written in one go. It used the lines of ancient characters and the writing was smooth. After writing it, Ye Sheng let out a long sigh of relief, he silently reaped this ‘touching’ power. Why was a quasi-saint so powerful?

To become a saint through reading was because of the power of words, the ‘touching power of words.

A true saint could suppress 100,000 soldiers with a single word, and an article could shatter an entire country. Although a quasi-saint did not have such abilities, he could still defeat 10,000 soldiers with a single word.

This was also the reason why the Zhou family’s quasi-saint could become the leader of the literary world.

When Ye Sheng opened his eyes, he looked as if he was lost. The mysterious realm from before had disappeared. “How did you enter the state of Pure Mind Just Now?”Beauty Zhou asked softly from the side. Her face was still filled with shock and disbelief.

“I don’t know. Maybe I was too tired. I didn’t sleep or eat for the past ten days. I drank water when I was hungry. I had been refining pills all this time, and my soul had been greatly exhausted. But I didn’t expect that after I lit up the fan incense, my entire person would inexplicably enter such a state.”Ye Sheng shook his head and replied, it was absolutely impossible for him to do it again now.

His soul seemed to have undergone a transformation. It was pure and flawless. With a thought, a surging power of his soul was boiling

Fifth Heaven of soul nurturing!

Ye Sheng had actually broken through like this. In the Dao of the soul, he had only entered a mysterious realm and then broken through.

It was very simple. It was so simple that even ye Sheng himself was a little doubtful and unreal.

“What are you writing here?”Beauty Zhou looked at the poem written by Ye Sheng and was very eager to understand it. Although he didn’t know the meaning, his literary background told him that it should be a good poem.

“A poem, a poem that I like very much,”ye Sheng said softly. “Can you read it to me?”Beauty Zhou asked expectantly.

“I’m not in the mood.”Ye Sheng shook his head. After falling from the mysterious realm, he was full of disappointment.

“Then can you give me this word?”Beauty Zhou asked with anticipation in her eyes.

Ye Sheng looked at the matter of him grinding the ink for him and nodded. “You can take it away, but remember, don’t break this poem.”

Beauty Zhou felt like she had found a treasure. She carefully lifted up the white paper and looked at the messy words on it. She said happily, “You have a good rest. I want to study this poem well.”

Ye Sheng watched him leave and began to collect his feelings of disappointment.

Tonight, he had broken through to the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Soul. He did not have the mood to break through anymore. He would take the barrier-breaking pill tomorrow and wait to break through the barriers of martial arts.

Beauty Zhou rushed home overnight. She held the poem written by Ye Sheng in her hands and found her father.

Quasi-sage Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan was very refined. He had a strong scholarly aura and a thin figure. He looked gentle and refined.

“Father, there is a good poem here, but I don’t know it. Do you know it?”Beauty Zhou found Zhou Yuan and immediately handed him the poem written by Ye Sheng.

“Oh, you studied literature with me since you were young. There are words you don’t Know?”Zhou Yuan smiled slightly and reached out to take a look. His expression immediately froze.

“This is an ancient character. How did you get it?”Zhou Yuan asked in puzzlement.

“My Daughter is a friend. “Beauty Zhou smiled, as beautiful as a fairy. “Your friend, the Kid Who Killed Your ‘sister’?”Zhou Yuan pointed out.

Beauty Zhou nodded. “It’s him. He entered a mysterious realm tonight. My daughter grinded ink for him, and he wrote this poem, but my daughter doesn’t know what it means. He wouldn’t tell me even if I asked him.”

Zhou Yuan said softly, “When he was drunk, he lit a lamp and looked at the sword. When he dreamed, he blew the horn and joined the battalion. When he was under the command of 800 Li Fen, when he heard the sound of 50 strings turning over the frontier, when he was on the battlefield, he ordered his troops. When he was on horseback, his bow was like a bolt of lightning and his bowstring was startled. “He settled the affairs of the world and won the fame of his past life and his past life. Pitifully, nothing happened!” “This is a good poem.”Beauty Zhou was immediately shocked. This poem was written too well.

“This was not written by your little friend. This must be an old man, an experienced old man who returned from the battlefield. Good poem, really good.”Zhou Yuan was also full of praise.

“Your daughter must ask him who wrote it.”Beauty Zhou’s big eyes were bright as she said firmly. “You have to pay attention to your current identity.”Zhou Yuan reminded her.

“I know,”Beauty Zhou was not afraid of Zhou Yuan. She casually agreed and took the poem back to her room.

Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly. He felt as if his daughter had been taken away by someone. It was bitter and bitter.