Ye Jian didn't expect that a library system would be opened in his mind.
He thought for a long time and still couldn't figure it out.
This might be related to his identity as a time traveler.
When he traveled through time, his brain could not systematically read the information about ancient books before traveling through time.
He could only obtain corresponding knowledge based on a certain knowledge point when he encountered some fragments of information.
It always feels like the information in my brain has been sealed, like a huge library with the door closed and inaccessible.
As for why the ancient book information database in his brain was suddenly opened when he broke through to the fifth stage of the realm of results, he thought about it for a long time but didn't understand it, and he didn't bother to think about it.
Now, Ye Jian has a huge cultivation treasure house, a unique cultivation resource in the world.
What he needs now is time, and this remote and quiet Xiaoxiao Valley in Wujiang is undoubtedly the best place.
From then on, while waiting for the Flower of Life and Death, Ye Jian began to read and practice crazily, but now he was reading ancient books and materials in his mind.
In order to deceive others, he would pretend to be holding a book during the day, but in fact, he was looking inwards and reading ancient books in his mind.
Now Ye Jian seems to have changed in everyone's eyes, and has become a bit lazy.
He closes the door and goes to bed very early every day, and does not allow others to disturb him, but he still doesn't get up in the morning.
God knows, Ye Jian actually shuts himself in his room and reads the ancient books in his mind.
Ye Jian occasionally copied a few pages of ancient books and taught them to Ling Yu, Yeluhua, Yelulan and others.
Ling Yu found that every time he studied the manuscripts Ye Jian gave him, his calligraphy skills improved extremely quickly.
After that, she became obsessed with Ye Jian's manuscripts, and pestered Ye Jian to copy a few pages of ancient articles for her when she had nothing to do.
"There is no material in my head, so I can't copy it."
This is Ye Jian's excuse every time.
Ling Yu naturally refused.
Every time he grabbed Ye Jian's arm and shook it, shouting: "Brother-in-law, please, this is the last time, ah, the last time."
Ye Jian was tired of being pestered, so he occasionally wrote a few pages to her.
Then Ling Yu took Ye Jian's hand and flipped the book and walked away happily.
When the decisive moment came, the same trick happened again.
Winter passes and spring comes, summer is green and autumn is yellow.
Year after year passed.
The peach blossoms in Xiaoxiao Valley bloomed and withered, and bloomed again after withering.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Jian has been in Wujiang for nine years.
Yeluhua has grown up to be an adult.
He is nineteen years old.
He officially took over the position of Witch King when he was eighteen years old.
He has now reached the flowering realm.
He decided to promote the practice of calligraphy throughout the Witch Territory.
Schools were established in various tribes, and an advanced training school was established in the Wu Clan's base camp.
Ye Jian helped the Witch Clan purchase a large number of books from Xinhua Bookstore in Hunyuan Continent, and temporarily recruited hundreds of calligraphy masters from Beiwang Valley to come to Wujiang to teach the people of the Witch Clan how to learn calligraphy.
Julie, Nie Liya, Hu Zhe and others once came to Wujiang to visit Ye Jian collectively.
When they saw Ye Jian living a leisurely and fairy-like life in Xiaoxiao Valley, everyone said angrily: "Ye Jian, you are living a life like a fairy.
Do you know that we worry about a lot of things all day long and are so busy that we are in dire straits?
It would be better for you to hide in Wujiang with two beauties beside you.
Stay with me and be at ease.”
At that time, Ling Yu and Yelu Lan, who were nearby, heard this and their ears turned red.
Before leaving, Ye Jian gave part of the collection of classics and history he had copied to Julie, Nie Liya, Hu Zhe and others respectively, and told them not to spread it to others and to practice it themselves.
With Ye Jian's help, Julie, Nie Liya and others have now broken through to maturity.
There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.
Ling Xiaoxiao's ten-year period only has the last year left.
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If he can't find the Flower of Life and Death, everything will be over.
The strange thing is that the flower of life and death seems to have disappeared.
No matter how Yelulan led his tribe to search for it over the mountains and ridges, it was nowhere to be seen.
"Maybe this is life."
Ye Jian stood by the fence of the lotus pond and sighed.
Behind him were Ling Yu, Yelulan, and Yeluhua.
"Brother-in-law, don't be discouraged.
Isn't it the last year?
Maybe we will find it."
Ling Yu glanced at Yelulan and comforted him.
After nine years of waiting, nine years of suffering, from being full of hope to being disappointed again and again, Ye Jian has been able to face the worst outcome calmly.
However, this kind of calmness seems easy to say, but it is really difficult to do it.
We clearly know that we are about to break up, but once we really have to break up, the pain will not be understandable to others.
Ye Jian would often sit in front of Ling Xiaoxiao's bed and look at Xiaoxiao who was sleeping for several hours.
He would talk to himself and recall the past of the two of them.
Many of the plots were told over and over again. , to Ling Yu's ears, Ye Jian may have said the same words no less than a thousand times in the past nine years.
Ling Yu noticed that Ye Jian's gray hair was getting more and more, and he was gradually becoming taciturn.
Sometimes he would sit alone in the pavilion and stare at the distant mountain scenery in a daze, or look at the stars in the sky under the stars. daze.
Every time Ling Yu and Yelu Lan saw Ye Jian in such a state, they couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.
In the autumn of the tenth year, Ye Jian basically stopped going anywhere.
He sat by Xiaoxiao's bed all day without saying a word.
He just held Xiaoxiao's hand and looked at her peaceful and beautiful face, dumbfounded.
Staring blankly.
The fallen leaves in Xiaoxiao Valley have fallen one layer after another.
The fallen leaves have dyed the entire valley golden, like a beautiful fairy tale world.
It is exceptionally beautiful, but there is some desolation in this beauty.
There is no laughter in Xiaoxiao Valley now, and everyone is feeling depressed.
At the end of autumn, one day, Ye Jian sat alone by Xiaoxiao's bed as usual, holding Xiaoxiao's hand.
Suddenly, the door was knocked open, yes, almost.
Jehovah appeared at the door, panting.
"Master, the flower of life and death, the flower of life and death has been found." boom Ye Jian jumped up, rushed to the door, grabbed Yeluhua's shoulders with both hands, and said tremblingly: "Where is the flower of life and death?"
"Some tribesmen reported that they saw a life-and-death flower that was about to bloom on a cliff.
It was waiting nearby, waiting for it to bloom.
As soon as it blooms, pick it off and bring it over."
"Okay, okay, okay,,, no, take me there somewhere, and I will personally wait by the side, so that after it blooms, I can pick it off as soon as possible."
"this,,," Yeluhua seemed a little hesitant.
"Take me there quickly"
Ye Jian suddenly shouted.
Yeluhua has been practicing calligraphy with Ye Jian for almost ten years.
He has never seen Ye Jian look so anxious and angry.
He nodded immediately and said: "Okay, come with me."
"Hold on, I want to explain Ling Yu,,,Ling Yu" Ye Jian shouted.
At this time, Ling Yu was running in from outside the valley.
"Ling Yu, your sister is saved.
The Flower of Life and Death has been found.
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Go and notify Yelulan and prepare other medicines.
When the Flower of Life and Death arrives, I will bring it back immediately.
Go quickly.
What are you doing?"
Ye Jian yelled at Ling Yu.
Then he picked up Jehovah and fled into the air
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