V1.Chapter 60

Bone melting: wood internal force auxiliary skill.

He Yiming looked up to the sky with a long sigh. Could it be that there was a divine will in the dark.

Since he was promoted to the sixth level of inner strength cultivation, every time he advanced, all the selected skills with his eyes closed were auxiliary inner strength skills.

There is not only no internal strength major skill, but also no combat skill skill skill.

If we say single or double, it's just luck. But four times in a row

Even he Yiming, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, can't help muttering in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, he Yiming still took the script to the tables and chairs in the hall. He still didn't choose to exchange the secret script. If this is fate, then he also accepted it calmly.

Of course, in his heart, he also knew that this was basically a relationship of luck, but his luck was a little too weird.

Flatly spread the script in front of him. He Yiming restrained his mind and began to copy it seriously.

When copying the secret script, no one dares to have the slightest distraction.

Although this is only an auxiliary internal cultivation method, it is still realized by the elders bit by bit. Every word in it is the result of their painstaking efforts. If you make mistakes in copying because of a moment's carelessness, you will encounter great trouble when practicing.

However, with he Yiming's internal strength cultivation at the moment, as well as his weird and incredible meridian bearing ability, a mere auxiliary internal strength is unlikely to bring fatal damage to him. However, no one is willing to look for trouble, especially about inner strength cultivation, which is even more so.

Inexplicably, he Yiming's whole mind condensed to the tip of the pen in his hand.

He did not deliberately want to do so, but unconsciously, he had entered this realm that he himself could not explain.

He seems to have forgotten the secret script on the desk, the pen in his hand, and even himself.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling that his person had disappeared. What existed was not him, but the pen in his hand.

When all his energy was focused on this pen, it seemed to have life and become magical, as if he Yiming's life and wisdom had been transferred to this pen and made it "live".

If someone is watching at this moment, he will be surprised to find.

He Yiming's wrist is as stable as Mount Tai, and his pen is as helpful as God. Moreover, the font and pictures in his pen are exactly the same as those in the original, even without a slightest difference.

If a scholar wants to do this step without decades of writing skills, it is impossible, and he needs to have a strong talent to do it.

However, at the moment, such strange changes have taken place in he Yiming, which is really amazing.

Just when he Yiming's spirit inexplicably concentrated and entered this magical realm, he Quanxin and he Laibao in the two side rooms of the side hall of the library woke up at the same time.

Their internal strength cultivation has reached the ninth peak, and they also have a slight ability to sense the changes of external airflow.

At this moment, they suddenly felt that in the central hall, there was a quintessence and powerful breath.

This breath is not a provocation to them, but a kind of poised, as if it is an omnipresent, all inclusive, all inclusive magical force.

At the same time, they had a strange feeling that they had come to a place with lakes and mountains and misty water. Looking around, they could see a beautiful night lake, which was unforgettable and difficult to return to.

A moment later, their bodies trembled slightly, and they had got rid of this illusion, but their hearts were shocked, and they had reached an indescribable level.

Inexplicably, they walked out of the room at the same time and came to the courtyard outside.

They certainly knew who was in the hall, but they couldn't figure out what had changed in it.

However, the environment just now did not bring any negative impact to them. Instead, it seemed that their hearts had been washed, and there was a sense of ethereal. And when they tried to quit, they didn't encounter any obstacles.

In this case, idiots also understand that what they just experienced is not a bad thing.

The only two nine layer masters in the he family villa looked at each other, and they saw the surprise, surprise, doubt and so on in each other's eyes.

He Quanxin made a gesture and said in an insect like voice, "Uncle Bao, look..."

He Laibao shook his head without hesitation and said in the same low voice, "don't disturb him."

With a heavy nod, they both understood each other's ideas. The two scattered slightly, keeping a certain distance, and monitored the whole courtyard.

Because they already know that something magical must have happened to he Yiming inside, and this kind of thing is only good but not bad for Yiming. In that case, of course, they should try their best to keep Yiming in this realm as much as possible.

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After a long time, he Yiming took a long breath and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

It turned out that he used his pen like a fly and copied a book completely. During this period, he didn't breathe a breath.

Although he has practiced breath holding, when exercising breath holding, the cultivator's own spirit will enter a hazy realm, and he can't make any big moves.

If you fight with others while holding your breath, you will find your own way to death.

However, although he Yiming didn't fight with others just now, the energy he consumed in copying the secret script was also quite significant. But even so, his breath of Dantian was still flowing endlessly, without any relaxation, until a book was copied completely, and finally released.

He breathed out all the turbid Qi in his body in one breath, which seemed endless.

He didn't lift his head until all this breath was vomited, and his mental thoughts returned to his body little by little,

And the magic power and breath that permeated the outside completely disappeared at this moment.

Looking at his hand and the pen, he Yiming disturbed his scalp inexplicably. His memory of just now was a little vague.

Although he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have entered a strange realm, what annoyed him was that this feeling was like a mirage, which made him unable to grasp at all.

"OK."

A loud voice came from outside the room. It was a little strange, but he Yiming's heart moved and he immediately understood who it was.

He hesitated for a moment, immediately came forward and opened the door.

Uncle he Quanxin and old servant he Laibao stood side by side outside the door, and the cry was from he Laibao's mouth.

He Yiming did not dare to neglect this old man who enjoyed a high position in the family. He bowed deeply and said, "Grandpa Bao, I'm sorry to disturb you."

He Laibao waved his hand with a smile on his face and said, "sixth young master, you are too polite."

He didn't marry all his life, and he has been with he Wude for decades, until he was old, and he also provided for the aged in he Jiazhuang.

For him, these children and grandchildren of the he family are no different from his children and grandchildren. The stronger he Yiming is, the happier he is.

He Quanxin, with his eyes slightly raised, asked, "Yiming, what were you doing just now?"

He Yiming didn't hide it, because even he didn't understand what had just happened.

"Uncle, I was just copying a secret script."

"Copy the secret script?"

He Quanxin and he Laibao looked at each other, and their eyes quickly swept over the table in the hall.

On the desktop, there is indeed a secret script and some paper, and the ink on the paper is not dry enough. As long as you look at it, you can know that someone was copying something just now.

Their eyebrows frowned at the same time. Could something strange happen to copying the secret script?

In particular, he Laibao has been guarding here for decades, and he copied most of the books in the library from the original, but in his memory, he has never encountered such a strange thing.

After pondering for a while, he Quanxin asked, "Yiming, did you encounter anything when copying..."

He frowned. It was impossible to describe the feeling just now.

He Yiming nodded repeatedly and said, "uncle, my nephew seemed to feel a strange state when copying, but when I stopped, I couldn't get in anymore."

He Quanxin asked a few words in surprise, which confirmed that the matter just now was really related to Yiming. But unfortunately, this strange state was not under his control, and he couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for it.

The two elders struggled for a few words and then withdrew. He Yiming was unwilling, so he put the osteogenesis back in place, took out the secrets of rolling stone fist and cotton palm, and copied the contents of the last tenth layer of these two secrets.

This time, he Yiming tried many times to integrate his spirit into the tip of the pen, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed until he finished copying again.

In desperation, he Yiming had to return to his courtyard with these three copied scripts.

However, he vaguely has a premonition that sooner or later, he will be able to enter this magical realm and completely grasp it in his hands!