Dao fruit.

Each volume seems to have its own life, pursuit, beating, exuding various breaths, revealing the understanding of the scriptures.

Then, the books were tumbling, and quickly gathered towards Qiu Yan's living soul, and they all fell into the bookshelf next to the person in the soul.

The bookshelf suddenly jumped out of the living soul, and quickly expanded, extending from the floor to the roof in the blink of an eye.

The label with the word "Jing" on the top of the bookshelf glows brightly.

"The soul of the earth gathers the dojo, and it records the past experience. When the soul of the earth is perfect, it can show a person's pursuit. Huang Wende pretended to be a doctor, but the orthodoxy he inherited is indeed related to medicine and poison. , so what his earth soul condenses is a medicine cabinet."

After thinking about it for a while, the soul in Qiu Yansheng's soul slowly stood up, with a mighty momentum rippling around his body, and this momentum was exactly what he absorbed from the school.

The awe-inspiring momentum spread, and gradually condensed around the man in the soul, vaguely showing the shadows of three bookshelves.

"The method of condensing the soul of the earth, which was obtained from the experience of the boy, is based on the place of practice, and the things in the place of practice are visualized in the soul, and the simulation is true. I have tried it for the past two years. But it was always one step short, and thinking about it now, I just fell into a thinking barrier and was restricted in thinking."

At this time, all the books in the room had fallen on the bookshelf marked with the word "Jing", and then the bookshelf shrank and fell into the living soul again.

"If you have a book in your heart, why bother to imitate it?"

When the thought fell, I saw a book on the "jing" bookcase exuding a strong literary spirit, spreading rapidly in the soul.

"It's just that the visualization in the soul alone is not stable enough after all, and it may collapse if it is slightly hit. Huang Wende also entrusted the earth soul on the magic weapon to maintain stability, and practiced a medicine cabinet into his own life. Daoji, and for this exam, I used the exam room as a dojo, collected a little literary thought of a thousand young students, and combined with a few traces of grandeur accumulated over the years in the government school, I refined it into a dojo in the soul, the place of the earth calendar. soul!"

As soon as the voice fell, a pinch of flames rose from the living soul!

The Fire of the Kitchen God!

The flames rose, and spread all over the soul in a blink of an eye, burning the air of literary thinking everywhere.

Evans was so excited that he was actually refined, and then absorbed by the remaining three vague bookshelves!

The three fuzzy bookshelves gradually became clear, and the three characters "Shi", "Zi" and "Ji" were displayed on the top of the bookshelves, and the strokes of each word were horizontal and vertical, as if they had bones.

It's just that the three bookshelves are empty, without any books.

Then, the Kitchen God Fire shrank rapidly, covering the four bookshelves inside, slowly tempering.

Streaks of quintessential literary spirit drifted out from the four bookshelves respectively, and finally rose up, twisted into a rope, and turned into an ink thread.

"Huh?" The person in the soul let out a light sigh, as if surprised by this change. After the fire in the soul dissipated, there were only four simple bookshelves left, which were respectively marked with scriptures, history, zi, and collections, and slowly surrounded the person in the soul. turn.

"The structure of my earth soul has been determined since then. What I need to do in the future is to increase experience and enrich the earth soul until the way of pursuit is revealed. As for the sky soul..."

The man in the soul shook his head, raised his hand, and grabbed the thin black thread floating in the soul.

"This thin thread is an extension of the soul of the earth. Its essence is the same as that of the soul, but it was not born out of my original intention. It seems that there are still many mysteries in the way of sexual cultivation, which cannot be easily explored."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's soul swayed slightly and returned to his body.

His physical body opened his eyes and got up from the bed. His entire spirit was particularly concentrated. There was a flash of light in his eyes. His emotions and mind never leaked. This is a sign that the earth soul has completely stabilized.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, and an ink line immediately appeared in the palm of his hand. It was the extension of the earth soul, which was directly captured by his naked eyes.

After pondering for a while, Qiu Yan stood up, took out a book from the luggage bag, pulled out the silk thread that bound the book, and then threaded the ink thread in to fix the pages one by one.

Then, he opened the scroll and looked at the handwriting inside. This book was the notes he took when he was studying in the yard of Ma's house.

"It seems that we still have to try to refine the magic weapon, but it's not tonight."

He looked at the handwriting on the note and shook his head.

"Now that the Daoist Temple in the Soul has been established, the writing and thinking are connected, the writing and the supernatural power are gradually matching, and the written words really have a charm, which is different from the words on this note."

Saying this, Qiu Yan looked up at the night outside the window.

"It's late at night, the gods in the city are all gathered in the underworld, waiting for the arrival of the Dao City God, and they dare not leave easily. This is a good opportunity."

Thinking of this, he returned to the bed, but instead of sitting cross-legged, he lay down directly, closed his eyes, and then calmed down, the soul jumped out again, and flew straight out of the window.

The evening breeze is gentle, the moonlight shines on the living soul, the person in the soul sits cross-legged, and the four bookshelves slowly surround.

Yuanning City at night gave Qiu Yan a familiar feeling, just like two years ago.

While wandering, he arrived outside a house.

Compared with two years ago, this house has not changed much, and the plaque on the red-painted gate is still bright——

pan mansion.

"Xi Yun came to look for me twice, but he didn't speak in detail. It's just that he noticed me, which means that it's not far from the time when Shangling Dao kills me. If you continue to wait passively, everything will be controlled by others. Now that the Dao test is over. However, it is time to take the initiative and seize the initiative! The more imminent the threat, the more we must find out the enemy's movements."

Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan's living soul just wandered and fell into Pan's residence with the breeze.

"This Third Young Master Pan must have colluded with Shanglingdao, that's why so many martial arts gyms, academies, and Taoist temples have been wiped out in the past two years."

The perception of the deity itself is connected to the hearths in the whole city, and one can perceive the scene around the hearths as soon as the thoughts come. Of course, the Pan Mansion is the focus of attention. Even if ordinary servants in the mansion often gossip in the stove, they will not be exposed to such anecdotes.

However, the academies and Taoist temples in the city are often interrogated and questioned by the people of the Pan family. It is inevitable that someone will reveal it in front of the stove, so Qiu Yan learned of it. It's not completely unknown, but Xi Yun's sudden appearance still exceeded his expectations, letting him know that things have changed.

In the midst of wandering, he had reached the depths of the back house of Pan's mansion.

Since the death of the master of the Pan family, the person in power in the Pan family has become Pan Zhi, the third young master. In the past two years, Pan Zhi's two elder brothers successively submitted papers to go home to observe their filial piety, but they were both suppressed by love. Ren is a member of the new party, and he is on a heavy mission, so the Pan family's direct lineage in the Pan family is still only the third young master Pan, and his power is growing day by day.

Qiu Yan entered the mansion with his soul this time, without encountering any obstacles, and soon arrived at the third young master Pan's house.

The young ruler had long been asleep. Compared with two years ago, his face was less childish and more gloomy, but he also looked thin, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was darkened.

Once in the room, without saying a word, Qiu Yan got into the ears of Third Young Master Pan as soon as he turned around.

The next moment, the light and shadow in Qiu Yan's perception were distorted, and he was already in a dream.