Dao Fruit

“…Although he is content with his position, he does not know that things will turn around when they reach their limit, and when a vessel is full, it will fall…”

The sound of reading resounded throughout the city, sweeping across the city. Word by word, it was extremely clear, as if it was tangible, circling in the night sky, forming an invisible pressure, suppressing it!

“What’s going on?”

Feeling the uncontrolled stagnation of the living soul, it was obviously imprisoned by some force. The figure in Qiu Yan’s living soul quickly changed his hands, like a butterfly flying through flowers, forming hand seals one by one.

This was him casting the few words he remembered, trying to arouse the soul power and break through the imprisonment.

But the living soul was silent, without any effect.

“Huh? It actually has no effect!”

As soon as the thought moved, two stars of divine power came out of the black hole in the soul, turning into green divine light, illuminating the soul, and the released power radiated outward, still unable to change the stagnation of the living soul!

"Even the divine power can't break through the confinement?"

He was secretly shocked, but Qiu Yan didn't panic. Instead, he calmed down. His divine power turned and was slightly restrained. It shuttled inside and outside the living soul, turned into a barrier, and became a defensive force.

After condensing the human soul, Qiu Yan released his soul power. The structure of the living soul was more stable and could withstand greater divine power fluctuations. He broke through the original limitation of one star and transmitted two at a time. However, facing this inexplicable confinement, it was useless.

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

"What's going on? None of these auras are ordinary, and they are not ordinary people. How can such a small county gather so many extraordinary auras? Hmm? There is also a breath in my soul that seeps out and rises into the sky, as if it was attracted by the sound of reading and leaked out!"

At this thought, although Qiu Yan's soul could not move, his attention and perception were focused, capturing the sound of reading echoing in the night sky and the city, trying to distinguish the sentences.

"Hmm? They are all sentences from official history! However, with such a big commotion, how come it didn't alarm the mortals in the city?"

He noticed that although the sound of reading swept the whole city, the craftsmen who were building sheds in the city, the yamen runners who were supervising, the hungry people waiting, and the many residents who had turned off the lights and went to bed, did not show any abnormality, obviously they did not hear the sound.

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

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qiu Yan's mind suddenly shook, and his soul changed. In the figure in the soul, the words of the article were pulled out by the external reading sound, and turned into a series of characters, rotating around the soul like a chain!

But before he could change his mind and come back to his senses, strands of strange fluctuations gathered and merged into his soul, making him suddenly understand some sentences in the article!

Growing!

The soul expanded, and the soul power increased rapidly!

"What's going on?"

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

But after this recovery, he didn't want to go to Chen's house again, but concentrated his perception, captured the direction of the reading sound, and flew towards the source of the sound.

At this time, sharp shouts came from all over the city.

"Who is this? What's this? It's burning my soul power!"

"What's going on? Why does the simple sound of reading make my blood and qi agitated, making it difficult for me to control myself? I can't control my blood and qi!"

"My soul is hard to move! Is someone trying to suppress me?"

...

Some of these exclamations were fluctuations of thoughts, while others were simply shouts. But the strange thing is that even if they shouted, the sound waves were still difficult to spread and were restrained. Only people 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 of the soul power is being burned and suppressed. Some are obviously practicing martial arts and cultivating life, and even the blood and qi can't be controlled. Moreover, when these people shouted, some demonic energy leaked out, indicating that there are many demon cultivators among them..."

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 market or market in the north of the city, it is the most secluded, huh?"

He suddenly found that there was a figure in front of him, flying and jumping on the roof, running fast, and the direction of movement seemed to be the same as his.

There was a strange rhythm in the running of the man, one step and one foot, no more and no less, and the back made Qiu Yan feel familiar.

"Yan Yongjie?"

Recognizing the identity of the man, Qiu Yan suddenly understood.

"Yes, Yan Yongjie has entered the soul refining realm and embarked on the path of life cultivation. He is no longer a mortal. He should also hear the sound of reading. However, from his appearance, he has not been suppressed or weakened. He is still walking fast, and he is looking for the source of the sound like me."

As the thought fell, Qiu Yan's soul had arrived in front of a courtyard.

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

"Who lives in the yard?"

Just when Qiu Yan was puzzled, the sound of reading stopped abruptly, and then the lights in the room went out, and everything returned to silence.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yan's heart moved, and he did not continue to move forward, but turned away with a shaken soul.

However, on the other side of the street, Yan Yongjie, who had just fallen from the roof, did not stop, and pretended to flip into the yard. At this time, a figure rushed from a distance and entered the yard faster than him.

This black shadow has an extraordinary momentum, its energy and blood are surging as it leaps, its fiery aura wraps around its body, and its clothes make a rustling sound. At first glance, it looks like it is an accomplished master of destiny cultivation.

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

The mud and rocks entered the sea without a trace.

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

The night became calm again, as if nothing had happened, except for the occasional sound of shacks being built.

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

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

Thoughts of people's wishes are gathering in a steady stream. Although it is less than yesterday and no longer strong, it is still considerable compared with before.

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

Every night, he would have an out-of-body experience, but instead of going to the Chen Mansion, he would go straight to the north of the city, outside the courtyard, and quietly listen to the people in the house reading.

The sound of reading has been going on for three days, ringing out on time every night, causing people to wail everywhere in the city. However, compared with the beginning, those wails are no longer out of breath, but gradually reveal a settled atmosphere.

Qiu Yan didn't care about these. He listened every day and corresponded with the articles in his memory. He often felt a sense of understanding and solving doubts. The figure in the living soul became more and more solid, and the soul power slowly increased.

Just like the previous two times, as soon as midnight passed, the sound of reading stopped abruptly.

"Today I am still reading official history, but when I listen to this person reading, the same sentences come into my mind and the explanations immediately come out, as if someone is commenting beside me. It is of great help to me. The memories and knowledge left by my predecessor are all Most of it is understood and digested.”

Qiu Yan was thinking that the living soul was about to leave, but unexpectedly a voice suddenly came from the room: "Han E's lingering voice can still linger for three days. I don't compare myself to the ancients, but I still have some experience. You have listened to it for three days." God, is there anything you can learn from it? Come in and let me take a test."

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was stunned, and then he realized that the lights in the room had not been extinguished. "Could the people in the room be talking to me?"