Lin Ming stood with his legs straight, shoulder width apart.
"Look, I said I came to feel it, I came to feel it."
His pupils were slightly raised, and he was quickly thinking about the divine text that should be condensed next.
Extending from hardness and softness, the simplest idea is to connect yin and yang, but Lin Ming always had a special feeling about these two divine symbols.
In ancient times, Chinese sages used yin and yang as symbols, took three as the number, and drew the eight kinds of heaven and earth images: Qian Kun, Kan Li, Zhen Xun Gen, and then matched the eight kinds of heaven and earth images in pairs to get the sixty-four hexagrams. , based on which he wrote the Book of Changes.
Those who learn Yi subtle and profound can understand all things in the world and gain knowledge.
From this perspective, Lin Ming concluded that the words Yin and Yang contained a mystery that he should not condense at this moment.
Because the two words yin and yang cover almost everything in the world, such as: male and female, high and low, front and back, water and fire, light and shadow, black and white, movement and stillness, hardness and softness, peace and chaos...
There are too many, and everything in the world has its counterpart.
Therefore, if it is too simple, it will appear very mysterious.
Lin Ming fell silent.
Jimo Wushuang smiled charmingly like a cunning little fox.
"If my husband doesn't understand, just say so. I'll just pretend that I didn't hear anything."
Lin Ming's eyes turned up until only the whites of his eyes were left, like a dead fish.
After a while, he said: "I found it. I will condense it for you to see."
The palm of the hand shook slightly, the left hand was "hard", the right hand was "soft", and the two divine words slowly faded away.
"Hardness and softness are opposite, mutually reinforcing and can restrain each other, and such divine inscriptions include 'soul', 'soul' and others in the divine inscriptions I condensed."
Lin Ming smiled, and bright stars flashed in his eyes.
"Light! Heavy! Void! Real!"
Four sounds came out, four words fell, and after going through the Xuanwen Palace, the divine imprint hidden in Lin Ming's body reacted again.
When he led him to Qianziyuan, the 99 divine inscriptions' imprints disappeared in a flash.
The next second, Lin Ming's divine inscriptions were condensed again.
All purple, beyond grade!
Jimo Wushuang reached out to cover his face, his silver teeth bit his lower lip gently, and his voice was almost whispering: "My husband's talent is too good, isn't it?"
The little guy pricked up his ears and twitched twice. His keen hearing picked up Jimo Wushuang's whispers.
Then, it tiptoed to Jimo Wushuang's ears.
"Huh~~~~"
After blowing a breath, the little guy teased: "Sister Wushuang, do you want to mate with my Brother Ming?"
Jimo Wushuang frowned slightly and was stunned for half a second, then he realized what the little guy said.
brush!
The little guy took off on the spot and once again experienced the joy of ascending to heaven.
When it landed, Jimo Wushuang reached out to catch it, then tapped his feet lightly, turning into an afterimage that flew to the left.
The little guy's hair was neatly tilted to one side, and he made a sound of "Ula Ula Ula" from his mouth.
There was a vague cry for mercy in the voice, which should be roughly "Sister Wushuang, I was wrong..."
Jimo Wushuang stopped suddenly and looked at it, half-smiling.
"The wind is too strong and I can't hear clearly."
After saying that, she grabbed the little guy and jumped out to the right, twice as fast as when she came.
The hair on the little guy's body was neatly tilted to the other side, and the sound in his mouth changed to "vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit."
It also contained a vague plea for mercy, but this time it was particularly sincere, to the effect of "I'm about to vomit, I really know I was wrong..."
brush! brush! brush!
After going up and down several times, Jimo Wushuang stopped.
The little guy's body was full of hair and looked very fluffy, and his whole body was a little bigger.
Stars seemed to appear in its eyes, spiraling up into the sky and spinning non-stop.
faint!
Jimo Wushuang raised his lips slightly and snickered.
Then, she coughed slightly and said seriously:
"If I know I'm wrong, I'll go around you. Don't use such vulgar words next time."
The little guy was in a daze and couldn't remember to hit him, so he subconsciously said:
"If you don't talk about mating, what should I say?"
"It's hopeless." Jimo Wushuang raised his eyelids and suddenly threw the little guy away.
Once, twice, three times...
The little guy waited for a long time, found Jimo Wushuang's spiritual energy in the sky and broke free, and then shouted: "Brother Ming, save me."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, a rainbow vomited out of its mouth, most likely including the overnight meal and breakfast, lunch and dinner.
"Eh..." The protracted tail sound rose up, Jimo Wushuang held the hem of his skirt and backed away far away, waving upwards with the corner of his mouth.
brush!
The vomit gathered in mid-air and flew back toward the little guy's mouth.
"Don't come here!" The little guy almost peeed out of fright. After shouting, he covered his mouth tightly with his paws and narrowed his eyes tightly.
It accepted its fate and prepared its face for the baptism.
At this time, Lin Ming's four divine inscriptions were completely condensed and integrated into his body.
The divine words floated on his body - light.
His body became as light as a feather, and then, Lin Ming ejected, and with the blessing of two permanent states of divine power and divine speed, he flew across the sky.
Holding the back of the little guy's neck, he flew to Jimo Wushuang's side like a swallow returning to its nest.
"Destroy the one above." Lin Ming pointed at the vomit of waste in the sky.
Jimo Wushuang instantly transformed into Xiaojiabiyu and said softly.
She waved her water-colored cuffs, and the unusual thing in the sky was instantly annihilated into nothingness, leaving no residue or smell.
"What happened just now?" Lin Ming asked. He was distracted in condensing the four divine inscriptions, and did not pay attention to Jimo Wushuang and Lu Xueye.
When the little guy saw Brother Ming next to him, he was very courageous. He shook his head and got up, pointing his paw at Jimo Wushuang, "She..."
Jimo Wushuang pouted his little mouth slightly, tilted it to the left, and made a soft "whoop", then tilted his right side, and said "whoop" again, implying that the little guy's extreme experience just now still has a chance.
The little guy's eyes were filled with tears, and he buried his head in grievance, "It's nothing..."
Jimo Wushuang smiled with satisfaction and nodded.
However, the little guy's eyes flashed with cunning, and he spoke very quickly: "I just said that Sister Wushuang wanted to mate with Brother Ming, and then she did this, that..."
Jimo Wushuang was caught off guard and froze on the spot.
The little guy chirped and finished speaking, then patted his chest, "The ancestral motto of our Tianshui ferret clan is that revenge never lasts overnight!"
Jimo Wushuang came to his senses, but had no time to pay attention to the little guy.
Her bright eyes swayed here and there, dodging Lin Ming's gaze, unable to find its focus for a moment.
Her fair and rosy face was filled with cuteness and innocence, and her whole person seemed to become lively and real, as if she had become the girl next door.
Hot, my face is so hot!
Jimo Wushuang bit his lower lip lightly and turned his back suddenly to Lin Ming. The aqua blue skirt flew up, and the stunning amorous feelings escaped from Lin Ming's eyes.
The girl's charm was like the most beautiful scenery. Lin Ming couldn't let go of it for a moment and subconsciously raised his hand.
However, he couldn't think of how to retain him, so he could only maintain the following posture -
!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ
The huge embarrassment and the emotions between boys and girls were intertwined into a ball of thread scratched by a naughty kitten, entwining Lin Ming and Jimo Wushuang.
This scene seemed familiar, just like the day we first met.
A moment of silence that seemed like an eternity.
Lin Ming rubbed his brows, stepped forward, and gently placed his warm palm on Jimo Wushuang's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, little guy, it's all nonsense."
Jimo Wushuang didn't hear what Lin Ming said at all, and could only feel the warmth of Lin Ming's palm coming from his shoulders.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her heartstrings were gently plucked by Lin Ming's unintentional move.
There seemed to be a beautiful piece of music in my mind that I had never heard before, flowing slowly.
My whole body felt dizzy, I didn't know where I was or when I was at this moment.
