A few days later, early in the morning.
Before Mao hour came, there was the sound of clanging hammers coming from the fire house.
In a foundry room, steam is steaming. A shirtless Yuan Ming is holding a casting hammer and continuously hitting the embryonic iron on the anvil. Bright red sparks are flying everywhere.
His expression was focused, his eyes were focused on the embryonic iron, and there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes.
His arm was closely connected to the casting hammer. It seemed like a simple grip, but in fact, he was secretly operating the object-repelling technique, infusing mana into the hammer, creating a sense of completeness as if he was commanded by his arm.
Yuan Ming hammered down one hammer after another, getting faster and faster, constantly approaching the target.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
The urgent sound was like beads falling on a jade plate, and finally formed a unique rhythm.
Eight hundred and thirty-seven, eight hundred and thirty-eight...
Nine hundred and forty-one, nine hundred and forty-two, nine hundred and forty-three...
Yuan Ming was sweating like oil all over his body, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down and fell to the ground.
"Soon, soon..." Yuan Ming clenched his teeth, but kept thinking in his heart.
Nine hundred and seventy-eight, nine hundred and seventy-nine...
His arms were already stiff, and his pounding movements began to become a little deformed, but he was trying hard to control the weight and not let the weight fall even slightly.
But when human power is exhausted, it cannot be overcome by willpower alone.
The moment the nine hundred and eighty-first hammer fell, the originally clear and sweet sound turned out to be a bit duller than it should have been.
Yuan Ming knew that he had failed again.
He stopped his movements, stopped any more meaningless hammering, and watched the embryonic iron on the anvil cool down little by little.
Huo Mao, who had been watching from the sidelines, also noticed Yuan Ming's loss and quickly ran to him, stretching out his claws to grab the casting hammer, as if he wanted to help him continue to hammer.
Yuan Ming touched its head and put the casting hammer aside with a smile.
In fact, he was not feeling lost, but just reflecting. Because the power of the soul was not weak, his practice of expelling objects was relatively smooth, but there was still a long way to go before he could master it. This was also the main reason for his failure in refining the embryo.
At this time, a figure walked over from a distance, it was Fangge.
"Your progress is faster than I thought. You have made such great progress in just a few days. You can already hit 981 hammers in a row, which is enough to refine spiritual beast saddles, saddles, seats, etc. It can be said that
, your level has surpassed most of the disciples of Huolian Hall." He came to Yuan Ming and stopped, looked at Yuan Ming up and down, and said.
"Thank you for the compliment, senior brother, but we are still nineteen hammers away from that goal." Yuan Ming said.
"A slight miss makes a thousand miles. It seems like there are only nineteen strikes, but in fact it is still far away." Fang Ge nodded and said seriously.
Yuan Ming wanted to say a few more polite words but swallowed them back. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, thinking to himself, are you here to encourage me or to hurt me?
"I understand that the gap between me is not just a matter of nineteen hammers, but also a big gap in strength, skills, and even concentration." Yuan Ming said after thinking for a while.
"It can be seen that you don't really like to refine weapons, so I don't understand. Master has specifically told you that you can refine the embryos without sifting, but why do you insist on doing so and even pay more than others?
Work hard?" Fangge asked with a hint of doubt on his serious face.
"Because I don't like taking detours." Yuan Ming looked at this serious senior brother and replied.
"Huh?" Fangge was even more puzzled.
"When I encounter a mountain, I prefer to climb over it rather than go around it." Yuan Ming explained with a smile.
"Very good! In this case, you are very close to the goal of Thousand Hammers." Hearing this, Fang Ge also showed a smile on his face.
…
at night.
A full moon hung in the western sky, and the clear moonlight splashed into the window.
Yuan Ming was sitting cross-legged in the room with his eyes closed, holding the incense burner in his arms, his whole body shrouded in hazy light, practicing the "Ming Yue Jue".
Huo Chan'er leaned comfortably at his feet, eyes slightly closed, half asleep and half awake.
Yuan Ming sat down and looked at himself with his spiritual mind, and he could clearly see the inner scene of his sea of consciousness. The hidden dangers caused by practicing the art of fur covering had been basically suppressed by him.
The dark red mist that filled his sea of consciousness had been driven to the edge, and he did not dare to do it again.
Yuan Ming pinched the magic formula with both hands and silently recited the Ming Yue Jue in his heart. His spiritual thoughts began to gather and his power continued to concentrate.
Suddenly, he thought repeatedly, and the power of his spiritual consciousness began to rush out of the sea of consciousness and explore the meridians around his body.
He will try to complete the inner vision of all the meridians.
When the power of divine consciousness rushes out, it first flows out into two streams, entering the Ren meridian and the Du meridian respectively.
These two are the two largest yin and yang meridians in the human body. Once the spiritual thought enters, one can clearly see the Ren meridian starting from the forehead downward, passing between the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, the throat, and the chest, all the way down to the groin.
Each acupuncture point is like a post station on a post road, with lights lighting up everywhere.
When the mind enters the Du Channel, one should look inward all the way down the middle spine of the back of the head. Along the way, it is like the Great Wall, with numerous beacon towers built and corresponding acupuncture points, burning with blazing fire.
When the two spiritual thoughts were diverted, Yuan Ming felt a dull pain in his head, but it was still tolerable.
After these two branches are diverted, there are still stomach meridian of Foot Yangming, gallbladder meridian of Foot Shaoyang, bladder meridian of Foot Taiyang, large intestine meridian of Hand Yangming, triple burner meridian of Hand Shaoyang, small intestine meridian of Hand Taiyang and Foot Jueyin above the head and face.
The liver meridian has seven meridians.
Divine thoughts also need to enter these seven meridians at the same time, so they must be divided into seven more channels.
In order to make progress in the practice of "Mingyue Jue", Yuan Ming focused his mind and his thoughts suddenly came to him.
The next moment, his seven scattered spiritual thoughts entered these meridians at the same time, and began to look inside.
For a time, the inner scenes of the veins and the major points all over the body were clearly displayed in Yuan Ming's mind.
Yuan Ming's head felt like it was going to explode, and there was an unbearable pain.
He clenched his teeth and suppressed the urge to open his eyes and give up the attack, but his body was already shaking uncontrollably.
This is severe pain that causes muscle spasms throughout the body.
Huo Gan'er, who was leaning at his feet, was awakened by Yuan Ming's strange behavior and couldn't help but open his eyes.
It looked at Yuan Ming's pale face, sweat on his forehead, and trembling all over, and couldn't help but squeak in anxiety.
At this moment, it suddenly saw a silver shadow standing on the ancient pine tree outside the window. It immediately arched its back and bared its teeth toward that direction.
The shadow took elegant steps and gradually walked out of the shadow of the tree, revealing a soft silver-white hair under the moonlight. It was radiating with light and looked noble and elegant.
The little fire ferret did not relax its vigilance because of the silver cat's beautiful appearance. Instead, there was a faint light of fire in the bared mouth.
However, the silver cat paid no attention to its warnings and threats. It still walked along the branches with graceful steps, jumped lightly, and landed on the window sill.
Just when the fire ferret felt threatened and was about to attack, its eyes suddenly met the silver cat's strange-colored pupils.
A psychedelic and strange light shone in the pupils, and the little fire ferret noticed that the scenery in front of him changed, as if he saw a hill made of fire crystals and fire jade.
Its eyes were psychedelic, and the corners of its mouth could not help but grin, revealing a smile-like arc, but it seemed to think that Yuan Ming was in danger, and struggled forcefully, trying to resist this temptation.
But when those fire crystals and fire jade rolled down toward it, it still couldn't resist the temptation and couldn't help but pounce on them.
It's not that it's spineless, it's just that there are too many fire crystals.
The silver cat glanced at the little fire ferret who was rolling on the ground, kicking his legs and sticking out his tongue to lick the air, his eyes filled with contempt.
Then, her eyes fell on Yuan Ming.
At this moment, Yuan Ming's face was not only pale, but his brows were furrowed, with a look of pain on his face.
His spiritual consciousness has almost poured out, and he wants to go through all the meridians in one fell swoop, and then go straight to the Dantian, taking all three interior scenes into his inner vision, and completing a thorough self-viewing.
But halfway through the journey, he felt that his scattered consciousness began to lose some power.
"Could it be that the strength of his spiritual thoughts is not strong enough?" Yuan Ming was confused.
After just a moment of hesitation and hesitation, the remaining power of his consciousness in his sea of consciousness began to flow out and flow towards his meridians.
Yuan Ming's inner view of his spiritual consciousness expanded instantly, and the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians were all penetrated by the inner view at this moment.
"idiot."
At this moment, Silver Cat's voice suddenly sounded from Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness.
Yuan Ming suddenly felt that the voice was very different from before. It seemed far away from him and a little erratic.
Before he could respond, he felt his mind suddenly empty, and a strong chaotic murderous intention surged in the sea of consciousness, which was difficult to contain.
In his sea of consciousness, the dark red mist that was originally suppressed began to spread crazily. Without the power of divine consciousness to suppress it anymore, it began to completely erode Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness.
And Yuan Ming's spiritual thoughts dispersed in his meridians were like soldiers who were fighting abroad and were attacked by others. They wanted to return to the rescue, but it was too late.
Just when his consciousness was about to be completely invaded, a clear moonlight shrouded down, and an ethereal and mysterious chant sounded in Yuan Ming's ears.
In his already eroded sea of consciousness, light suddenly shone brightly, and the dark red mist was immediately forced back.
Yuan Ming finally got a chance to breathe, and his spiritual thoughts immediately began to converge and return to the sea of consciousness. It took a long time before they stabilized again.
His eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Yuan Ming's eyes were slightly focused, and he first glanced at Huo Gan'er rolling on the ground, and then looked at the window sill.
A beautiful and mysterious silver cat was sitting elegantly on the window sill, with a pair of strange-colored eyes looking at him with disdain, just like it looked at the stupid little fire ferret before.
"Thank you." Yuan Ming stood up and thanked Silver Cat.
The silver cat glanced at the incense burner in his hand and ignored it. After a moment's hesitation, he turned around and left.
"Stay." Seeing this, Yuan Ming quickly persuaded him to stay.
The silver cat paused, hesitated for a moment, turned half of his head and looked over.
"Your Excellency gave me the Ming Yue Jue earlier because you saw that I had the backlash of my hair-clothing technique, so you did it on purpose, right?" Yuan Ming asked.
"It's still possible... I'm not that stupid." Silver Cat finally responded, but still didn't have anything nice to say.
"As expected, I owe you a favor." Yuan Ming said sincerely without paying attention.
This chapter has been completed!