After going down the mountain, Lin Ming said goodbye to Ge Qinghuang. He did not go to the canteen and went straight back to the bamboo forest courtyard.
Pushing the door open and entering, Lin Ming chuckled: "We're home."
After hearing this, Lu Xueye stood up, looked left and right, and looked back and forth around the small courtyard.
"There is a pool!" It jumped up with a swish.
A streak of snow-white light flashed in mid-air, followed by a "pop" sound, and the pool splashed with water.
The little white guy swam freely in the pool, sometimes lying on his back on the water, sometimes diving into the bottom of the water.
Lin Ming smiled slightly, "You play for a while, I'll go cook."
Lu Xueye: "..."
Brother Ming can also cook?
Awesome, I really followed the right person!
Two quarters of an hour later, Lin Ming walked to the stone table with three dishes and one soup and sat down.
Lu Xueye was currently soaking in the pool. The claws of his limbs were clasping the pebbles at the bottom of the pool. His glazed eyes looked at Lin Ming through the clear water.
"Mingguo~~~~~~~~~"
The sound transmission in the water is slightly blurred, making the little guy's enunciation strange.
Lin Ming smiled and said, "Dinner is ready."
The little white guy's eyes lit up, and a strange water-colored ripple light flashed in the pool.
Immediately afterwards, it broke out of the water and completed the operation of fluffing its hair in mid-air.
Landing on the stone table, Lu Xueye was not stained by any moisture.
It's amazing.
Afterwards, the two of them cleaned up the food together, and then Lin Ming realized how big Lu Xueye's appetite was.
He himself was only half full, and most of the food fell into the little white guy's belly.
Lin Ming joked: "The food you eat is almost bigger than you. How do you do that?"
Lu Xueye thought seriously for half a second and responded with a smile: "Maybe this is the talent of the ancient alien species."
Lin Ming: ┐(´-｀)┌
At night, Lu Xueye became much quieter and did not disturb Lin Ming.
Lin Ming held the ancient animal skin scroll in his hand and read it carefully.
The secret of sword drawing is shown above, but it is actually just three pictures.
But the three static patterns formed a dynamic image in Lin Ming's mind.
The movement was similar to when Ge Qinghuang was practicing his sword, but it had a bit more unspeakable charm.
What is painted in the picture is a man with disheveled hair and unkempt beard. His clothes are not too particular, except when he draws his sword, it is very different.
Not fast, not slow, but there is a feeling that "no one in the world can escape this sword".
Lin Ming's sudden enlightenment and Ge Qinghuang's graceful sword were all consistent with this scene.
Holding the ancient animal skin scroll, Lin Ming sat motionless.
Until the bright moon hung high, and a bright moonlight came from the window.
Lin Ming came to his senses slowly. He put his left hand on his waist, holding it empty, and pointed his right hand together to form a sword, inserting it into the empty fist of his left hand.
The two hands seemed to form a sword and scabbard.
The next moment.
Lin Ming moved slightly, and a breeze blew past the window sill.
He was already stepping into the courtyard, and when he stepped down, his sword pointed out.
laugh!
A white light flashed through the air, which could not dissipate for a long time.
And where he pointed, a fallen leaf floated down.
During the falling process, the fallen leaves split from the middle and are divided into two halves along the main veins of the leaves.
Lu Xueye's two little paws kept pumping, "Brother Ming is awesome!"
Lin Ming rolled his eyes, "What's so great about it?"
The little white guy was speechless and shrank his head back under the window sill.
Lin Ming smiled and said: "This sword is indeed powerful. With the sword as your heart, your heart guides the whole body. It is motionless at every movement and still at every moment of silence. The most important thing is that I understand the artistic conception of this sword."
Lu Xueye poked his head in again, turned over and stood on the window sill, "What is artistic conception?"
Lin Ming smiled, "The artistic conception is the Tao contained in your moves and martial arts."
"Meow!" Lu Xueye's long snow-white tail swayed back and forth, "Brother Ming, you've just found the way to the spiritual realm? That's too fierce!"
Lin Ming shook his head, "It's not that I found the Tao, but I saw a little bit of direction."
"I don't understand." The little guy also shook his head.
Lin Ming raised his head and looked at the bright moon, as if murmuring: "Follow your heart, and my sword will go as you wish."
After the words fell, the neatly divided fallen leaves on the ground "squeaked", and the small veins of the leaves cracked one after another, and there were also sword marks.
Lin Ming smiled slightly. He knew that his sword-drawing skills were different from Ge Qinghuang's.
And this difference is what Ge Qinghuang is looking forward to seeing.
If he just imitated Ge Qinghuang and practiced the same sword-drawing skills, then in Ge Qinghuang's mind he would probably be no more than a junior.
But now, his sword-drawing technique has new special effects, with two additional damage effects.
The first time, sword slashing, concentrated damage, similar to Ge Qinghuang.
The second time, the sword energy exploded, causing multiple damage, which seemed to be there and not at all. It was like a mirror, a flower in the water, and yet it seemed real.
Once someone is hit by the sword, the first damage does not kill him, but the second damage is hidden——
The burst of sword energy delayed for a moment also has the special effect of finding weaknesses.
When Lin Ming understood this sword, he understood even more how important the divine text was.
The word "sword" is written in divine words, and it has the effect of sword energy bursting.
The word "Guan" in the divine text brings special effects of finding weaknesses.
There are other special effects of divine texts that he has not discovered yet, or he has not yet mastered them.
His sword-drawing skills are based on divine inscriptions, and all martial arts skills in the world are the same.
"I see!"
Lin Ming suddenly realized what a monster he would be if he knew all the divine texts in the world.
For him, the condensation of divine inscriptions is not his limitation, but the condensation of divine inscriptions that can be achieved in his realm is his limitation.
The conventional realm of spiritual inspiration can only condense nine divine inscriptions, but the realm of achieving the pole star can condense more.
The more divine inscriptions condensed in the spiritual realm, the more divine inscriptions will be expanded and condensed in the subsequent realms.
To put it simply, it's like playing a game. There are many talents, but the talent bar is limited.
The realm of the pole star is to expand the talent bar.
As long as it is expanded into place, Lin Ming can condense the divine inscriptions at will.
Because he doesn’t need sacred books or other people’s teachings, he just needs to choose by himself.
This is simply a super cheat! ! !
Lin Ming exhaled a long breath and chuckled softly: "After achieving the pole star, I can maximize my use of cheats..."
Lu Xueye jumped up to Lin Ming's shoulder, "Brother Ming, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing," Lin Ming smiled slightly, "I gave this sword a new name."
Lu Xueye's eyes widened and he swayed, "What's your name?"
"My sword-drawing skills are different from those of my senior sister, and different from those of the seniors recorded in the martial arts chart. I slash out with one sword and have the special effect of sword energy bursting, which is difficult for outsiders to detect. Therefore, it is called 'Flower in the Mirror, Moon in the Water'."
Lu Xueye nodded with half-understanding and murmured "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water".
At this time, it caught a glimpse of the bright moon reflected in the pool out of the corner of its eye, smiled suddenly, and pointed at the pool.
"I see, it's like that."
Lin Ming smiled and nodded slightly.
Lu Xueye held his cheeks with his little paws and said with emotion: "Brother Ming is awesome! He has a nice name, delicious food, good looks, so talented, and so dark-hearted. I can't go wrong by following you!"
Lin Ming: ⚆_⚆?
It seems like something strange has been mixed in. Is this a compliment or a disservice to me?
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he reached out to hold Lu Xueye's little head.
"Flattery, go to bed quickly and leave for Aoba Castle tomorrow."
