Chapter 31 Illiterate?Three-character disease!
It's windy and rainy outside, but the thatched cottage enjoys peace.
There is a stove with tea and a straw curtain to keep out the wind and rain.
Master and disciple sit opposite each other, quiet and peaceful.
"Xia Ming, I wonder if you have read the works of Ancestor Inspiration?"
As we all know, this is a fart book.
They are all filled with the personal boasts of the Inspired Ancestor, so they can only be used to deceive the handyman disciples.
But as He Niansheng got to know Xia Ming better, he always felt that it was not that simple.
It is very likely that the ancestor of inspiration hid some private goods in "Spiritual Fundamental Self Theory".
Others can't understand, maybe...
Can Xia Ming, who also has the Hidden Spirit Root, see it? While talking, He Niansheng took out the thick book "The Theory of Spiritual Fundamental Self".
The moment he saw the book, a flash of memory flashed in Xia Ming's eyes.
"Reporting to Master, this disciple also studied this book "From Inspiration to Spiritual Roots, How I Did It" all night long."
Xia Ming's words were not exaggerated in the slightest.
In order to learn magnetic field induction, he often studied until midnight.
But Xia Ming's words sounded wrong to He Niansheng.
What the hell? From inspiration to spiritual root, how did I do it? Am I blind?
Or is this kid blind?
It’s obviously just five words, where do those other words come from?
What are these! The book written by the ancestor of inspiration is clearly "The Essay on Spiritual Fundamental Self"! After taking a deep look at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng took a deep breath.
damn it! How dare this kid lie in front of me? Since he didn't lie, the question arises.
What exactly went wrong? Could it be that Xia Ming is illiterate? As soon as this idea came up, it was immediately rejected by He Niansheng.
Don’t know the words…
If you are illiterate, how can you practice the Dahe Qi Refining Technique? Did a ghost teach him this?
Did his cultivation of the fifth level of Qi refining come from a dream? After careful consideration, He Niansheng asked in a deep voice.
"My disciple Xia Ming'er, Shanxia, have you ever read, read, or paid homage to your master?"
Hearing He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming was suddenly shocked.
down the mountain?
He really didn't know anything about what happened at the foot of the mountain.
Could this be He Niansheng's temptation?
Did he discover something? With his mind up and down, Xia Ming said slowly: "Reporting to Master, I have studied for several years."
"Since I have read the book, I will give you a test as a teacher."
He called the writing desk, took out paper and pen, and He Niansheng continued: "Xia Ming, do you still remember the pharmacological knowledge I taught you before I became a teacher?"
"Report to Master, remember."
"Okay, like this, describe the medicine to the teacher, and you write the name of the medicine on the paper."
Write the name of the medicine?
Wouldn't it be faster to say it? Could it be that Master wants to read my handwriting? Observing words is like observing people? Master must have a reason for doing this.
Thinking of this, Xia Ming straightened his back, dipped his pen in ink, and looked confident.
I dare not say anything else, but Xia Ming is still very confident in his calligraphy skills.
He Niansheng stood up and began to describe the medicinal materials, while Xia Ming wrote correctly.
Huang Liang Ginseng...
Sanqiu cicada...
Wanderer thinks...
He Niansheng, who was standing behind Xia Ming, gradually frowned.
Xia Ming's calligraphy is strong and powerful, and there is nothing wrong with it.
How could this guy be illiterate? Am I overthinking it? Then how to explain "Spiritual Fundamental Self Theory"? After hesitating for a moment, He Niansheng began to describe the next medicine.
Perennial grass, good nature, slightly sweet.
It looks like a horned dragon, entangled and parasitic.
The meridians caused by food are stiff and slightly poisonous.
This is the root of the black fish scale.
Looking at the serious Xia Ming, He Niansheng's eyes changed little by little.
The open white paper was stained with ink marks and had strange changes.
The three words "fish scale black" are still powerful, but something starts to go wrong after writing it.
He Niansheng didn't recognize the last two words.
In other words, it is not a word at all!
Twisted strokes, loose structure.
The ink marks soaked into the paper look like a swarm of twisted and coiled maggots.
Just after taking a look, He Niansheng felt his soul tremble.
That word is enough to shake the soul!
Looking at Xia Ming again, he seemed not to notice the abnormality in his was still written stroke by stroke, and it took a long, long time to write these two words.
Xia Ming was so serious, He Niansheng saw it in his eyes, but felt a chill in his heart.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, He Niansheng continued to test.
Cicada flower...normal.
Buckeye...normal.
Woman Red Leaves...something's not right.
The leaf character after the scarlet letter actually started to twist again.
After naming several more medicines in succession, He Niansheng's expression gradually became stiff.
In the end, He Niansheng's face turned into an iron gray color.
This Xia Ming... something is wrong.
He is not illiterate, he is more terrible than illiterate! He could only write three normal words in a row, and after three, he began to distort.
At this time, He Niansheng, who was as knowledgeable as him, became a little uneasy.
Unheard, unseen.
Is this a disease?
Three-character disease? Xia Ming disease? He Niansheng, who looked complicated, said in a deep voice: "Xia Ming, write whatever I say next."
Hearing this, Xia Ming was also shocked.
Even though I was shocked, I still had to write the words.
Xia Ming still trusted He Niansheng.
Trust from the heart.
What Xia Ming didn't know was that his trust came from a medicine.
The name of this medicine is: Menghuangliang.
He Niansheng said it and Xia Ming wrote it.
……
Dahe Sect, three characters are normal.
After refining the characters in the Dahe Qi Refining Technique, he began to draw talismans.
The spiritual root is self-discussed. After the original word, the ink is entangled.
……
Taking a deep breath, He Niansheng's brows were furrowed, showing no sign of relief.
What's wrong with Xia Ming's body? He Niansheng knew that after eating Menghuangliang, Xia Ming would not lie to him.
Since Xia Ming didn't lie, the problem arises.
What disease is so weird? Will this disease affect the cultivation of souls?
Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng felt a little uneasy in his heart.
……
After hesitating for a moment, He Niansheng took out the Dahe Sect's handyman disciple's introductory book.
——"Inspiration Method"
"Xia Ming, tell me, what is this book?"
Xia Ming is also very familiar with this book.
It was this book that changed in the first place, which caused Xia Ming to start sensing the magnetic field.
Looking at this book, Xia Ming had doubts in his heart again.
Why did Master ask me the title of the book?
Is it possible that Master is illiterate?
How can it be?
Is the alchemist illiterate?
After denying himself, Xia Ming said cautiously: "Reporting to Master, this is "On How to Enlighten Inspiration."
As soon as Xia Ming said these words, He Niansheng suddenly took a breath of cold air.
it is good! What a great Xia Ming!
Seeing Master's reaction, Xia Ming felt a little anxious.
Although the title of this book is not serious, it is not my fault. Why is Master like this?
The two looked at each other, suppressing their own thoughts in unison.
After calming down for a while, He Niansheng picked up the second book.
This is a handwritten version of "Dahe Qi Refining Technique".
"Xia Ming, tell me what this is?"
"Burn... boil water to practice Qi Jue?"
As soon as Xia Ming opened his mouth, he also noticed that something was wrong.
Hearing Xia Ming's reply, He Niansheng's heart was filled with huge waves.
The secret of boiling water and refining qi?
What a great way to practice Qi by boiling water!
(End of this chapter)