Wenren Qianyi smiled and said, "Little friend Lin Ming, have you never heard of special transcendental-level divine texts?"
Two names flashed in Lin Ming's mind - Shangguan Yunyan and Ge Qinghuang.
Especially Ge Qinghuang, her "sword" divine inscription is a special transcendent level divine inscription.
That touch of blue in the sky was still fresh in Lin Ming's memory!
"I've heard of it." Lin Ming nodded.
Wenren Qianyi said: "That's right. Your breath of water and breath of fire allow you to get two new divine inscriptions, and they are condensed into special super-grade divine inscriptions."
Lin Ming frowned, and the two divine symbols "Water" and "Fire" jumped at his fingertips.
"So, after reaching the realm of the Pole Star, the main thing is to cooperate with the breathing method to condense the divine inscriptions?"
Wenren Qianyi shook his head.
"No, of course not. There is a very subtle barrier between nine and ten."
"Once you break through this barrier, you can continue to condense the divine inscriptions."
"It's just that your body can bear it, but your soul can't."
Lu Xueye leaned his head closer and asked, "Why?"
The little guy is like a roundworm in my belly. Just when I was about to ask, he asked first... Lin Ming stretched out his index finger and gently rubbed the hair on the tip of the little guy's head with his fingertips.
The little guy chuckled.
Wenren Qianyi's eyes flashed with warmth and he replied:
"No one knows the specific reason, but as far as I know, being able to master the breathing method and condense the tenth divine inscription is already considered a monster among geniuses."
Little guy: ヾ(°ｰ°ヾ)^? Ah?
It held Lin Ming's index finger and shook it while saying:
"Is the breathing method difficult? There are three people in the room, you, me, and Brother Ming, all of them know how to do it."
Wenren Qianyi's mouth twitched slightly, "..."
Lin Ming rubbed its head and said, "Be good, Senior Hearer, continue."
The little guy's furry ears twitched, and he nodded, then climbed back onto Lin Ming's shoulder, sat cross-legged, and looked like he was listening attentively.
Wenren Qianyi shook his head helplessly, his eyes truly doting on the little guy.
After seven days of getting along with him, he got used to the little guy and the pistachio popping up around him from time to time.
Wenren Qianyi sat on the pony and raised his index finger.
"First, the breathing method is difficult to practice, and it depends on fate."
He raised his middle finger again, "Second, practicing the breathing method does not mean that you can achieve the pole star."
After a pause, he raised his ring finger again, "Third, after achieving the realm of the Pole Star, anyone who can condense one more divine inscription will be considered an unparalleled god-level genius."
I don’t feel it... Lin Ming: ┐(-｡ｰ;)┌
Wenren Qianyi raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Looking at your kid's appearance, I must not believe it."
Lin Ming: "..."
Little guy: "Who is my brother Ming? I am omnipotent!"
Wenren Qianyi gasped through his nose and squinted his eyes.
"Well, anyway, your body and mind have been tempered three times by the combination of the three breathing methods."
"Your body strength and soul strength are enough. You can try to condense another divine inscription. If you can condense it into shape, I will lose!"
Lin Ming smiled and joked: "What are the benefits if you lose?"
Wenren Qianyi waved his hand, "Okay."
Lin Ming smiled slightly and took off the long sword from his waist. "If I succeed in condensing it, I will trouble my seniors to completely forge this sword."
Wenren Qianyi took the sword and said concisely: "Okay!"
Lin Ming's sword-shaped eyebrows slanted upward, and the curve of his mouth revealed confidence.
Wenren Qianyi murmured in his heart: "This kid is too calm. He looks like that. Unfortunately, you don't know that the strength of the soul is innate and difficult to train."
He chuckled, thinking about the situation when he condensed the eleventh divine inscription and faced death.
Looking at Lin Ming again, Wenren Qianyi's mouth curved like flying.
The little guy glanced at him.
He quickly made a serious face, but he was so happy in his heart that it was hard to hide it on his face.
The curves of the corners of the mouth are once again outlined like flying!
The little guy stared straight at Wenren Qianyi, who quickly reached out to cover his mouth.
He was holding back a bad smile in his heart, waiting for Lin Ming to be embarrassed while looking for excuses:
"The concentration of this twelfth divine inscription is just right to suppress little friend Lin Ming. It is not a good thing for a young man to be too complacent. I am just happy to help others."
However, the old guy and the little guy waited for half a quarter of an hour, only to see Lin Ming frowning and not moving for a long time.
Wenren Qianyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, you noticed the difficulty before you even tried it? Sometimes there is an advantage in retreating from difficulties. It doesn't get in the way."
Lin Ming shook his head, his brows slightly relaxed, "I just have difficulty making a choice for a while."
Wenren Qianyi subconsciously said: "Aha?!"
Lin Ming pursed his thin lips lightly, and then explained: "It's nothing, I just don't know which one is better to choose to condense."
"Do you really think that concentrating the divine words is like eating and drinking water? Just now you saw the little guy's water breathing, and you understood the divine words with the word 'water'. This is a fluke, but it can never happen again."
Wenren Qianyi shook his head, and his hand as big as a cattail leaf fell on Lin Ming's shoulder, "Young people are most taboo about aiming too high."
Just then, the fire at the edge of the blacksmith shop burst into flames.
In the firelight, sparks burst out, like short-lived orange-red thunder and lightning.
Lin Ming blinked and slapped his thigh, "That's it!"
The little guy was startled by Lin Ming.
Wenren Qianyi was also stunned and subconsciously retracted his palm.
At this time, Lin Ming stretched his eyebrows, smiled, and raised his right hand.
The ring finger and little finger are slightly folded back, the middle finger and ring finger are close to the sky, and the thumb is naturally tilted to the side.
He whispered softly: "Thunder!"
In an instant, thunder and lightning light burst out from the fingertips of Lin Ming's two fingers.
Zihua thunderbolt made a beeping sound.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming condensed the purple divine inscription "Thunder" on his fingertips.
In the sky above Qingye City, Hongmeng purple energy suddenly rose, but it was not obvious in broad daylight.
In the blacksmith's shop, Wenren Qianyi's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly released his spiritual energy to cover the inside and outside of the blacksmith's shop to prevent the purple light of the divine inscriptions from leaking out.
After swallowing his saliva, Wenren Qianyi said: "Is this okay? If you say it's condensation, it's condensation. Is there any natural principle?"
Lin Ming responded with a smile: "Perhaps this is talent. Divine writing is instinctive to me, and this is no joke."
Wenren Qianyi's face darkened, then he smiled and cursed: "You are such a shameless brat. With your character, I'm afraid you will deceive the hearts of many girls when you go around the world."
"No, no," Lin Ming said righteously, "I'm not an old sex critic, I'm a serious person."
"Serious man, why are you smiling so happily?" Wenren Qianyi rolled his eyes.
Lin Ming: "..."
At this time, the little guy added a slap in the face in confusion: "That means Brother Ming is not a serious person, but a pervert?"
Lin Ming: (ಥ_ಥ)
Which side are you on, little guy?
Wenren Qianyi burst out laughing, feeling very happy.
The little guy put his paws on his hips and looked happy.
The two voices, one rough and the other milky, are intertwined with a harmonious rhythm.
"Hahahahahaha……"
Lin Ming: ∑(っ°Д°;)っ団寇
What kind of weird laughter is this? Brother, I can’t handle it!
After taking half a step back, Lin Ming's eyes suddenly blurred.
The next second, Wenren Qianyi's stubble-covered face came very close.
Lin Ming suddenly raised his head and opened the distance between his head and his head.
"What are you doing?"
Wenren Qianyi's laughter just now really expressed the horror in his heart.
At this time, he had finished planning, and then expressed his decision: "Little friend Lin Ming, otherwise, you should still be my apprentice, right?"
