These days, Lin Ming has been practicing using the back of the knife to break bones. Lin Ming used half of the ninety-five taels of gold he had recovered to buy medicine. Finally, he did not run out of medicine. Now he can leave seven inches of iron wood with one punch.
The fist pit is so deep that it reaches half of the forearm. The strength is no less than 1,500 kilograms.
However, he did not reach the state of silk-like strength described in the "Chaos Gang Dou Jing". The so-called silk strength training refers to the control of strength. Those who have achieved great strength in the "Chaos Gang Dou Jing" can hit with one punch.
On the ironwood, the surface of the ironwood is intact, but the wood inside can be beaten into cotton wool. Lin Ming has never reached the threshold of this level of silk-like training.
After drinking a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup, Lin Ming took off his shirt and began to practice bone breaking every day. He was using this bone breaking method to find the skills to control his strength.
The kitchen was hot, and Lin Ming was using the back of the knife, which increased his power consumption many times. Lin Ming was running the "Chaos True Essence Technique" while drawing out the knife. He soon started to sweat profusely. Naturally, he didn't know at this time what he was selling.
The inscription talisman that went out has caused quite a stir.
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"Mr. Mu Yi, Miss Qin, we are really sorry to welcome you from afar. Please come upstairs quickly. There is a private room prepared for you two." Sister Lan had already known the news in advance and came to the front door in advance to greet her.
High-end restaurants such as Damingxuan will prepare several special private rooms for the dignitaries of Tianyun City. These private rooms are not open at ordinary times to avoid the situation where these dignitaries come to eat without private rooms.
"Xiao Lian, go make a pot of good Bichun tea, tell the kitchen to prepare it, and be sure to show it to the highest level!" Although Da Mingxuan often entertains distinguished guests, people like Mu Yi and Qin Xingxuan, who are at the top of Tianyun City,
There are still relatively few, because whether it is the Marshal's Mansion or the Imperial Palace, the level of their royal chefs is even better than that of Damingxuan, so there is no need to come here to eat.
Qin Xingxuan said: "No need, the teacher and I are here to find someone."
"Oh? Looking for someone?"
"Well, you have a tenant here who is fifteen or sixteen years old, about this tall, and his surname is Lin." Qin Xingxuan compared it and only mentioned Lin Ming's surname, because usually tenants will only register it on the check-in form when they move in.
A surname, such as Mr. Lin. Qin Xingxuan guessed that Lin Ming might have moved in with his teacher, so the registered surname was probably not his own.
"A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old..." Sister Lan thought for a while and asked Xiaolian: "Are there any boys of fifteen or sixteen years old who have stayed in our store recently?"
Xiaolian said: "I have no impression. I'll go look for it in the guest room."
After Xiaolian left, Sister Lan invited Qin Xingxuan and Mr. Mu Yi to sit down. After a while, Xiaolian came back and said, "Ask where the guest room is. No teenagers have checked in in the past ten days."
Damingxuan is usually occupied by high-ranking officials and nobles, usually on business, business, or errands. There are very few people with families, and naturally there are very few young people.
Mu Yiwei frowned slightly, "Not in the last ten days? How could it be? That boy should have been in Damingxuan eight days ago."
Sister Lan thought about it seriously and said: "There are very few boys, girls or children staying in Damingxuan. If it is a boy named Lin, there is one in our kitchen. He was here a month ago, but...it shouldn't be Qin
The person the lady is looking for."
Sister Lan believed that Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi came here to find the young master of the aristocratic family. Although Lin Ming in the kitchen was somewhat capable, his family background was ordinary and his martial arts cultivation was not high, so he should not have any interaction with the Marshal's Mansion.
"Kitchen?" Qin Xingxuan was slightly surprised.
"Well, he is a bone cutter... uh, he is responsible for cutting meat." Seeing that Qin Xingxuan obviously didn't know what the profession of a bone cutter was, Sister Lan explained.
"Meat cutter? That shouldn't be the case." Mu Yi lost hope after hearing this. How could an inscription master cut meat?
However, Qin Xingxuan did not give up. She asked: "What is his name?"
"I don't know about this. He seldom talks. We only know that his surname is Lin. He should be working in the kitchen at this time. Do you want to go and see him?"
"Well, take me to have a look." Qin Xingxuan said and stood up.
Under the leadership of Sister Lan, Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi came to the kitchen of Damingxuan. After entering, Qin Xingxuan felt a rush of hot air blowing against his face. It was already the end of summer and the kitchen was about to open again. The heat was inevitable.
Qin Xingxuan used his true energy to dispel the heat, and walked in with Sister Lan. The chefs in the kitchen cast shocked looks, and some young men were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
In a place like Damingxuan where dignitaries often come and go, the guys are very knowledgeable. Many people recognized Qin Xingxuan, and they couldn't turn their heads for a while. This is the pride of heaven that everyone in Tianyun City knows.
Girl, why did you come to Damingxuan’s kitchen?
At this time, Sister Lan pointed to a room in the corner of the kitchen and said, "That's it..."
The kitchen of Da Ming Xuan is very large, and Lin Ming works in a separate room. The meat he cuts here will be sent to the freezer for storage.
The door was open, Qin Xingxuan looked over, and saw a shirtless young man wearing a pair of blue pants holding a very ordinary bone knife, chopping a pile of ferocious bones.
The boy's back is facing Qin Xingxuan. Viewed from behind, the muscles on the boy's back are well-proportioned and toned, and his skin shows a healthy luster due to years of sun exposure and exercise. At this time, perhaps due to the heat in the kitchen or the physical exertion, the boy's
His back was covered with beads of sweat, and he looked frighteningly powerful.
Is he Lin Ming?
Qin Xingxuan was not sure. She took a few steps closer and saw the boy's profile. He had a young and resolute face. It was not eye-catching at first glance, but if you calm down and savor it, you can feel the look between his eyebrows.
He exuded a certain amount of pride and sharpness that no one could ignore.
Although it was only a small half, Qin Xingxuan still felt Lin Ming's focused and sharp eyes. This look overlapped with the eyes of the young man Qin Xingxuan saw at Qin Mansion that day, and for some reason, Qin Xingxuan's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't imagine how these two completely contradictory things could appear in one person at the same time, the delicate and complicated inscription technique that requires delicate control of soul power, and the vulgar and barbaric chopping of animal bones that requires brute force.
The stark contrast between simple power and beauty gave her an instant sinking feeling.
At this moment, Lin Ming turned around. There were many people coming in and out of the kitchen every day. Lin Ming never paid attention to these people when he was practicing, but this time it was different. He felt that someone was observing him from behind, and this person
People are probably coming for him.
However, when he saw that the person coming was Qin Xingxuan, Lin Ming was stunned. Qin Xingxuan? Why did she come to Damingxuan? Is she looking for him?
At this time, Qin Xingxuan noticed the knife in Lin Ming's hand. It was a bone knife less than a foot long. It was dark in color and nothing unusual. However, what shocked Qin Xingxuan was that Lin Ming actually held the knife backwards. In other words, he had been holding the knife backwards just now.
Using the back of the knife to chop bones, this...
Her eyes shifted to the bones and flesh that Lin Ming had chopped into pieces. The bone segments were the same size and neat and even. Could these have been chopped with the back of a knife?
"Miss Qin, are you looking for me?" As Lin Ming spoke, he noticed Mr. Mu Yi behind Qin Xingxuan, which made him shrink. In this old man, he felt a power that made his heart palpitate. This was definitely him.
The strongest person I have ever seen in my life may be a master of pulse condensation or even an even rarer acquired master.
"Little brother, are you Lin Ming?" The old man looked at Lin Ming and asked with a smile.
Lin Ming nodded. Naturally, he couldn't hide this matter. He guessed that the two inscription talismans he consigned caught the old man's attention. Although Lin Ming had already guessed that his inscription talismans would eventually attract other people's attention, he didn't.
I thought of it so quickly.
This kind of thing can be a blessing or a curse. The good thing is that the price of his inscription talisman will inevitably rise sharply, so he will get a lot of gold for his cultivation. The bad thing is that his strength and inscription skills are not right now.
Wait, the rhinoceros was hunted for its precious horns, and Lin Ming had no ability to protect himself. He might even be put under house arrest by some forces and forced to draw the inscription talisman.
Lin Ming had carefully considered this before entering the auction house. He had also tried disguise before, but he did not understand the advanced disguise skills and he was only fifteen years old. No matter how he disguised himself, he would be seen through at a glance.
What's more, if his inscription talisman attracts attention sooner or later, then there must be big forces investigating him. He is a young man with a first-level physical training and no background. He wants to hide it from the powerful people in Tianyun City with a simple disguise.
Power is nothing more than a fool's dream.
So Lin Ming no longer planned to hide it, he had thought of another way.