Lin Ming: (◔◡◔)
After thinking for two seconds, he answered truthfully:
"If the white dog that senior is talking about is Mr. Bai Chen Haibai, then that's correct."
"Bullshit Mr. Bai, I don't want to talk to him, and he sticks to me like a dog-skin plaster every day."
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and cursed in his heart: "This is not consistent with what Mr. Bai said."
Bai Chenhai's argument was that Wenren Qianyi didn't want to pay attention to him, and he had no choice, so he took this step.
However, before hearing what Ren Qianyi said and coming up with a solution, Bai Chenhai at least tried countless methods.
That's why he jokingly called Bai Chenhai "White Dog Son".
These seemingly useless words formed useful information in Lin Ming's mind——
Mr. Bai's real relationship with Wen Ren Qianyi was not entirely bad.
The former was able to stick to the old blacksmith like dog-skin plaster, but Lin Ming did not think it was due to his strength.
Although Wenren Qianyi never showed his aura, Lin Ming possessed the divine script of "Guan" and could detect details that ordinary people could not detect.
Through the details, he identified Mr. Huo, the guardian of Wenren Qianyiyuan who was stronger than Shangguan Yunyan.
Moreover, Bai Chenhai calls Wen Ren Qianyi his uncle. He comes from the same sect and has twice the generation gap. Bai Chenhai is probably no match for Wen Ren Qianyi.
Lin Ming smiled and said, "Senior knows the purpose of junior's coming, do you still want to accept it?"
Wenren Qianyi grinned, "Haha, you can't hide Bai Gouzi's thoughts from me."
He showed off his pectoralis major muscles, bounced and said without caring:
"He has a plan, and I have a countermeasure. I can teach you the casting method, but if I don't accept you as my disciple or teach you the breathing method, then it's over."
"In this case, then this junior should not learn the casting method." Lin Ming smiled slightly. He could see that Wen Ren Qianyi was very concerned about him, perhaps because he was the latest to advance to the two divine inscriptions.
Divine power and speed may be helpful in casting methods.
Lin Ming and Wenren Qianyi looked at each other.
The former seems to be smiling but not smiling, while the latter's face is as sinking as water.
The air, the moonlight, the breeze... all kinds of things became silent in an instant.
The three elders around him watched quietly without making a sound.
Xiao Chuyang felt itchy and uncomfortable in his heart!
He had heard of the breathing method, but he never expected that the burly old man actually possessed the breathing method.
This is an extremely powerful treasure!
Among the great families in Ning Kingdom, the surname Ning belongs to the royal family, and the reason why they are royal family lies in the secret breathing method.
In the huge Ning Kingdom, officially only the royal family clearly inherits the breathing method!
Xiao Chuyang's hands were trembling and his heart was cold.
He knew that the breathing method was top secret and that no one else was an outsider, but it seemed like he was the only outsider.
He will definitely be silenced!
Panicked, he suddenly heard Lin Jing's message: "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
At this time, Wenren Qianyi hit his thigh with a fist.
Bang!
Wenren Qianyi: "You kid, do you think you've got me?"
Lin Ming: "No, it's just that the younger generation has a lot of wealth. In fact, he can live a good life whether he learns the casting method or not."
He stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed his chin, and smiled.
"Besides, senior, have you forgotten my divine inscription with the word 'healing'? With this divine inscription by my side, I can still be popular and drink well in the world."
Lu Xueye was particularly obsessed with a certain four words. When he heard it, he wanted to repeat it again. He raised his little paw and shouted: "Eat it and drink it!"
After saying that, it added: "My brother Ming has an epiphany every day, and another day he understands two divine texts. Forging one is not easy."
The little guy's voice is like that of a half-grown boy, with a bit of a fresh and cute baby girl voice.
Naivety!
Children's words are the most unbridled, and they just tell the key point.
Wenren Qianyi got a divination from the fortune teller, and he figured out a person. That person was the only possible inheritance for him in this life.
At that time, Bu Suanzi said a few words of wisdom:
"The Hongmeng falls, and all things are born from the three. Zi Ming swallows Xuan, and the nine numbers are the ultimate. Forging inheritance, divine power is extremely fast..."
The few words mentioned were all divine texts, involving the characteristics of the destined person, and these characteristics almost all corresponded to Lin Ming.
In other words, Lin Ming is the only one who can truly inherit the mantle of Wenren Qianyi.
Thinking of this, Wenren Qianyi waved his hand, "That's all, you can learn the breathing method, but if you want my lineage to be merged into Xuanzong, don't talk about it!"
"The first thing is the purpose of my coming, and the second thing happened incidentally, I don't care." Lin Ming nodded and smiled.
"So casual?" Wenren Qianyi's face was full of surprise, and his brows were furrowed tightly. "You kid, don't you know Xuanzong's true strength?"
"It still doesn't matter. Whether Xuanzong is strong or weak, it has nothing to do with me. I only focus on my goals."
"You don't take Xuanzong seriously?" Wenren Qianyi asked.
Before Lin Ming could answer, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha..."
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Bai Gouzi thinks that everyone wants to join Xuanzong, but he never thought that you don't have the same admiration for Xuanzong as ordinary people."
Wenren Qianyi punched Lin Ming's chest with a fist, "You can do it. I can feel that the freedom and ease in your heart seems like the whole world is no longer in your eyes. Even if you have seen Xuanzong's strength, you will not forget your original intention."
That's because I came from time travel... Lin Ming complained in his heart and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Senior, do you mean that you can teach me the breathing method?"
"Hey, there's still something you can't do!"
Wenren Qianyi answered the question incorrectly, shrugged, raised his thick eyebrows, and smiled proudly.
He looked at Lin Ming carefully.
"You are still in the spiritual realm, condensing nine divine inscriptions, and all you want now is to break through to the pole star."
Having said this, he took two sips of the Enlightenment Tea.
"If you want to learn the breathing method, you can. Tomorrow morning, it's still early in the morning, go to my shop to report."
Lin Ming nodded and chuckled, "Okay."
Lu Xueye pointed to his forehead, "And me."
Wenren Qianyi nodded slightly, "Okay."
After saying this, he raised his head and drank the Enlightenment Tea, put down the celadon cup, and handed over his hand to Cao Zhuqinggong.
Taking a step forward, Wenren Qianyi disappeared directly.
Involving space, the saint’s method!
Lin Ming's eyes flashed with longing, and he sat down again, drinking tea with the three elders in the backyard.
Seeing that the matter was over, Xiao Chuyang said goodbye and left, eager to go home and show his holiness in front of his father.
Then, Lin Ming agreed on a specific time for the follow-up treatment of the three elders, and then drank tea until late at night.
I listened to many of their stories, involving many of the pasts of Cao Zhuqing, Xu Aodong, and Lin Jing.
Some of them are rumored in the market, some are old secrets that no one knows, and some are the high-spirited stories of soldiers on the battlefield or knights in the rivers and lakes.
The little guy listened more excitedly than anyone else, because this is the legendary story of the older generation.
Ever since Lin Ming told it a story on the carriage, it had fallen in love with the feeling of listening to stories.
Before you know it, time flies.
The moon sets and the sun rises, and the night passes.
The early morning sun shines on the street, and bustling pedestrians walk on the main road of Aoba Castle.
No. 21 Luohuo Street - In front of the blacksmith shop of 'Forged Body Bar', Lin Ming came as promised.
To be precise, he was an hour early.
Standing at the door, Lin Ming looked up and down.
If you don't count the name of the sign, the blacksmith shop in front of you is not particularly eye-catching.
At this time, Lu Xueye was sleepy and curled up in a pile on Lin Ming's shoulder.
It yawned profusely and curled up in its tail, unable to lift its little paws.
Lin Ming walked in and saw no one, but saw a dazzling array of weapons.
The little guy suddenly became energetic and looked at the surrounding weapons with wide eyes.
It became interested, suddenly no longer sleepy, and pounced on one of them.
At this time, a young man with hair as thick as steel needles came out of the inner hall and punched Lu Xueye.
"Country bumpkins, take care of your spiritual pets!"
