Wenren Qianyi waved his palm, and with two bang bang sounds, the window of the blacksmith shop fell down and the door was closed.
An invisible force blocks the surrounding area, blocking outsiders from seeing and hearing the inside.
He raised his palm, caressed his chest, and said with a smile:
"Breathing is different from nature and nurture. Ordinary people breathe into the chest, have shortness of breath, and short lifespan..."
With his palms downward and moved to his abdomen, he heard Ren Qianyi say:
"Most martial arts practitioners breathe into the abdomen, which is slightly better than ordinary people, but not enough. Their breathing is not enough to be called Dharma."
"Both of these are acquired breathing."
"In addition to acquired breathing, there is also innate breathing. This is the breathing method."
After a pause, Wenren Qianyi grinned, revealing teeth that were not too white.
"To be precise, the breath of fire is not a real innate breath, but a path, a method."
Lin Ming nodded, "That's why it's called breathing method."
Wenren Qianyi smiled and nodded.
The little guy raised his paw and waved his long snow-white tail, "What's the difference?"
Wenren Qianyi raised his thick eyebrows and pointed at his heels.
"It is said that there was a real person in ancient times who breathed as close to his heels as if he had built a bridge between his mind and body with every breath he took. His every move and every move had incredible power."
"And what we, the incompetent descendants, have to do is to get as close to innateness as possible and find the true innate method."
There was nostalgia in Wenren Qianyi's eyes, as if he had seen the ancient real person with his own eyes.
At this time, the little guy turned into a white flowing shadow, jumped in front of Wenren Qianyi, and kicked him on the chest.
"Old guy, old guy, you're distracted."
After saying this, Lu Xueye used his strength to turn back and return to Lin Ming's shoulders.
Wenren Qianyi smiled apologetically and raised his palm, "Next, let's get down to business and directly analyze the sacred text of the word 'fire' and explain the breath of fire."
Lin Ming nodded.
Afterwards, the two sat on the pony in the blacksmith shop.
Wenren Qianyi explained the formula in a few words, and was about to talk about the analysis of the fire character divine text.
At this time, Lin Ming smiled and said, "Senior, you don't need to analyze the fire-character divine script, I can."
"Ah? Yes, how can you do it? You can't. The divine writing is the foundation. You have mastered the way of breathing the fire to activate the body, but you still don't know the linkage effect between the breath of fire and the divine writing with the fire character. If I don’t explain it clearly to you, how will you understand it?”
Lin Ming scratched his head and said, "It's really not necessary. Divine writing is a bit too simple for me."
"Ah?" Wenren Qianyi was a little confused.
"Well... to be precise, divine writing is more like instinct to me."
After saying this, Lin Ming quickly and briefly analyzed the divine text with the word "fire".
This is probably what he knows about the pronunciation and meaning of flame, as well as its hidden meanings, such as: symbolizing the light of civilization, where hope is tied, and so on, all the way to the end.
Less than a hundred seconds later, Lin Ming finished speaking and stopped talking.
Wenren Qianyi was so mesmerized that he could not come back to his senses for a while.
After a while, when he didn't hear Lin Ming continue to speak, he asked aloud: "Huh? Why is there no more?"
Lin Ming spread his hands and smiled elegantly, "That's it."
Lu Xueye shook his head, "It's so profound... but it's so interesting. Brother Ming is awesome!"
Wenren Qianyi nodded subconsciously, it was indeed amazing.
He was originally the one who taught Lin Ming. However, after listening to Lin Ming's analysis of the divine text with the word "fire", he vaguely felt that he had made a breakthrough.
This is so outrageous!
Wenren Qianyi wiped his forehead and said immediately, "Little friend Lin Ming's talent is truly something I have never seen before."
"How about you practice by yourself first? I'm a little scared."
"Old guy, what are you afraid of?" The little guy stretched out his paw to scratch the back of his head.
Wenren Qianyi gave it a funny look and said, "You're afraid that I'll delay your brother Ming, and you're afraid that I'll miss your son."
He had never felt that he was old, but when he saw Lin Ming, he suddenly felt like he had turned into a wave, and there was another wave ten times higher behind it that could beat him to death on the beach at any time.
At this time, Lin Ming lightly lifted his index finger and brushed a strand of hair between his temples, as if he had realized something and murmured:
"Breeze in the breeze the day after tomorrow triggers the breathing power of real people."
After saying this, Lin Ming took a deep breath, paused for a moment, opened his lips slightly, and bit his upper and lower rows of teeth gently.
Wisps of white air drifted out from between the teeth.
"hiss!"
The sound was extremely short, but it instantly aroused the surrounding fire aura.
At the same time, his eyes were closed tightly, and a half-illusory and half-real vision appeared above his head - Zi Ming Tun Xuan.
Lines of profound energy were born out of thin air and surrounded Lin Ming.
Seeing Xuan Qi, Wenren Qianyi blinked his eyes repeatedly and said to himself: "Zi Ming can gain Xuan Qi to practice by swallowing Xuan. This is not ordinary."
Generally speaking, Xuanqi is one level higher than spiritual energy.
This level can often crush people to death.
The little guy opened its mouth wide, as if it could stuff a goose egg. It had never seen so much profound energy.
"Sniff, sniff~~" He sniffed his nose twice, and the little guy seemed drunk.
It swayed from side to side, flipped off Lin Ming's shoulder, and fell onto Lin Ming's lap.
The big character lies on his back, facing upward.
Wenren Qianyi was about to lift the little guy, but he saw that the breathing between the little guy's mouth and nose was different.
"Is this also the breathing method? There is an ancient alien species that inherits the breathing method in the bloodline inheritance? Is this little guy not an ordinary Tianshui ferret?"
Another little monster!
He looked at Lin Ming, then at Lu Xueye, and shook his head helplessly: "The big monster matches the little monster, a perfect match!"
An hour later, Lin Ming's brows condensed the divine inscription "fire", but his aura was still in the spiritual realm.
"Pole Star Realm, accomplished!" Lin Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and made a move, and ten divine symbols appeared.
Jing, Guan, Healing, Strength, Speed, Hidden, Sword, Soul, Soul, Fire.
In the almost uniform purple light, the divine text with the word "hidden" is still the golden light of the highest grade of heaven.
But the word "fire" has different divine characters!
Not ink, not silver, not gold, not purple, but indistinctly layered red and orange.
If I had to describe it, it would be red-orange, the color of fire.
"What is this..." Lin Ming was about to ask, but found that Wenren Qianyi was no longer around.
There was a small weight on his legs. Lin Ming looked down and saw the little guy lying on his back, breathing in mysterious energy.
Originally, it couldn't absorb much, but at this moment, the little guy's mouth and nose were breathing strangely, like the fluctuation of water flow or the sound of clear spring.
Lin Ming seemed to see a small stream.
!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ???
"I didn't realize it. Senior Wenren is quite generous. Could it be that he has some extra breathing techniques and just taught them to the little guy..."
Lin Ming was half complaining and half surprised. However, when he looked at the little guy's breathing between his mouth and nose, the analysis of the divine text for "water" came to his mind.
Falling into silence, there was no sound around.
Lin Ming's eyes were attracted by the little guy's breathing, and he followed the little guy's breathing and breathing.
Breathing rhythm matches!
The fire between Lin Ming's mouth and nose seemed to disappear, replaced by a refreshing feeling as smooth as flowing water.
At this moment, the breath of fire rose up and surged out of Lin Ming's body, as if his body was breathing, or maybe his cells were breathing.
However, the two breaths of water and fire coexisted, and there was no imaginary explosion or unreasonable rejection.
On the contrary, there is a natural harmony, tending towards a certain balance.
Lin Ming pinched the divine word for "fire" between his eyebrows, transformed into a naughty little boy, and moved slightly to the left.
It stretched out its hand to the vacant position.
The next second, a divine inscription with the word "water" popped out, a little cheerful and a little shy.
Little girl!
So, the boy with the character "Fire" and the girl with the character "Water" held hands and stood side by side...
Lin Ming closed his eyes again, and his breathing through his mouth and nose also experienced strange changes.
At this time, Wenren Qianyi also walked in.
