Dao fruit.

"...Although the sky is in place, I don't know that things will turn when they are extreme, and when they are full, they will fall..."

The sound of reading resounded throughout the city, sweeping across the city, word by word, extremely clear, as if tangible, hovering in the night sky, forming an invisible pressure, suppress it!

"what happened?"

Feeling the uncontrollable stagnation of the living soul, obviously imprisoned by some force, the hands of the figure in Qiu Yan's living soul moved rapidly, like a butterfly wearing flowers, forming handprints one by one.

This is him casting out the spells he memorized, in order to stimulate his soul power and break through the confinement.

But the living soul is silent and has no effect at all.

"Huh? It didn't work!"

As soon as the thought moved, two stars of divine power shot out from the black hole in the soul, turning into blue divine light, shining in the soul, and the released power radiated outward, which still failed to change the stagnant situation of the living soul!

"It's hard to break through the confinement even with divine power?"

He was startled, but Qiu Yan didn't panic, but calmed down, with a turn of his divine power, he restrained himself slightly, shuttled inside and outside of the living soul, turned into a barrier, and became a defensive posture.

After condensing the human soul, Qiu Yan liberated the soul power, and the structure of the living soul was more stable, able to withstand greater fluctuations in divine power, breaking through the original limit of one star, passing two at a time, but facing this inexplicable imprisonment, but like water off a duck's back.

However, on the other hand, the perception was not restricted. As Qiu Yan's thoughts changed and expanded rapidly, he immediately discovered the strange situation in the city, and noticed that there were strange auras rising from many places in the city.

"What's the situation? None of these auras are ordinary, and none of them are ordinary people. How can such a small county gather so many extraordinary auras? Huh? There is also an aura in my living soul, which rises into the sky, as if being captured by that Drawn by the sound of reading, leaked out!"

At this point, Qiu Yansheng couldn't move his soul, but he concentrated his attention and perception, catching the sound of reading that echoed between the night sky and the city, trying to distinguish the sentences in it.

"Huh? They are all sentences in the official history! But, such a big movement, why didn't the mortals in the city be disturbed?"

He noticed that although the sound of reading was sweeping the city, the craftsmen who were building huts in the city, the overseers, the hungry people waiting, and the many residents who had already turned off the lights and went to bed, there was nothing unusual, obviously they did not hear the sound.

"Only monks who have cultivated themselves and stepped into the path of life can hear the sound of reading..."

As this thought flashed, Qiu Yanhu's mind was shaken, and his soul changed. In the shadow of the soul, a sentence of words was pulled out by the sound of reading from outside, and turned into a series of characters, entwining the soul like a chain. People spin up!

But before he could turn his mind back to his senses, strands of strange fluctuations gathered and merged into his soul, making his heart emerge with enlightenment, and his understanding of some sentences in the article suddenly became clear!

grow!

The soul expands, and the soul power increases rapidly!

"what happened?"

Qiu Yan was startled, felt his soul tremble, and regained his freedom.

It's just this recovery, but he didn't have the heart to go to Chen's mansion again. Instead, he concentrated his perception, caught the direction of the sound of reading, and flew towards the source of the sound.

At this moment, sharp shouts came out one after another from all over the city.

"Who! What kind of method is this? It's actually burning my soul power!"

"What's going on? Why does the simple sound of reading make me so angry and bloody that it's hard to hold on, I can't hold my blood!"

"The soul is hard to move! Someone wants to suppress me?"

……

Some of these exclamations were caused by fluctuations in thoughts, and some were simply screams. But the strange thing is that even if you open your mouth to shout, the sound waves are still difficult to spread and are restrained. Only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can hear them. .

"The sound of reading is strengthening my soul power, but listening to these shouts, some soul power is being burned and suppressed, and some are obviously practicing martial arts and life, and they can't even control their blood, and these people shouted At the time, some monster energy leaked out, indicating that there are many demon cultivators inside..."

Qiu Yan thought, the living soul did not stop, and slowly approached the source of the sound, but it was the north of the city.

"There is no city or workshop in the north of the city, and it is the most secluded place, huh?"

He suddenly found that a figure appeared in front of him, leaping and jumping on the roof, galloping at a high speed, looking at the direction of travel, it seemed to be the same as himself.

There was a strange rhythm in the man's running, one step at a time, no more, no less, and the back view made Qiu Yan feel familiar.

"Yan Yongjie?"

Recognizing his identity, Qiu Yan was stunned.

"That's right, Yan Yongjie has stepped into the Soul Refining Realm and embarked on the road of life cultivation. He is no longer a mortal. He should also hear the sound of reading, but it looks like he has not been suppressed or weakened. He is still walking like flying. It’s like finding the source of the sound.”

At the same time as the thought fell, Qiu Yan's living soul had already arrived in front of a courtyard.

This is a courtyard with three entrances and two courtyards. It is simple and old. The main room is lit with lights. Through the window paper, a sitting figure can be seen. The sound of reading is coming from inside.

"Who lives in the yard?"

Just when Qiu Yan was puzzled, the sound of reading stopped abruptly, followed by the lights in the room being turned off, and everything returned to silence.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't continue to move forward. Instead, he turned away and left.

However, on the other side of the street, Yan Yongjie, who had just fallen from the roof, did not stop, and made a gesture to turn over into the courtyard. At this moment, a figure rushed from a distance, and he stepped into the courtyard as soon as possible.

This black figure was imposing, his energy and blood surged during the leap, his body was entwined with fiery breath, his clothes rattled, and he looked like a master with a successful destiny.

However, after he fell into the courtyard, the faint heat disappeared immediately, and there was not even the slightest sound in the courtyard.

The mud and rocks entered the sea without a trace.

Noticing this, Yan Yongjie stopped, with a look of surprise on his face. After weighing it, he sighed, turned and left, and disappeared into the city after a few ups and downs.

The night returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened, except that the sound of building the shed could be heard occasionally.

Time flies, the cock crows, the sun rises, and the busy day begins again.

Qiu Yan, Liu Huai and others took to the streets to give porridge. Compared with yesterday, the city was much more lively. Although there were many bans during the national mourning period, it did not affect the relief of the victims at all, and everything was on the right track.

Thoughts of the people's wishes are coming together continuously, although they are less intense than yesterday, but compared to before, they are still considerable.

In this way, for three days in a row, Qiu Yan gave out porridge every day, and spent almost all the silver, and most of the hungry people in the city were resettled.

Every night, he would go out of his body, but instead of going to the Chen Mansion, he went straight to the north of the city, outside that courtyard, quietly listening to the people in the house reading.

The sound of reading has lasted for three days, and it sounded on time every night, causing wailing everywhere in the city, but compared with the beginning, those wailing sounds are no longer out of frustration, but gradually revealing a calm atmosphere.

Qiu Yan doesn't care about these things, he listens to them every day, and corresponds to the articles in his memory. He often feels comprehended and puzzled.

Like the previous two times, the sound of reading stopped abruptly after midnight.

"I'm still reading official history today, but listening to this person reading, the same sentence can be explained immediately when it enters the soul, just like someone commenting next to it, it is very helpful to me. The memory and knowledge left by the predecessor are all I understand and digest most of it.”

Qiu Yan was thinking that the living soul was about to leave, but unexpectedly there was a voice from the room: "Han E's lingering voice can still linger for three days. God, is there anything to gain? You might as well come in and let me take the school exam."

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the lights in the room had not been extinguished, "The people in the room, are they talking to me?"