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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 took back to buy the medicine, and finally he won't run out of medicine. Now he can leave seven inches on the iron wood with one punch. The deep fist socket, the fist socket does not reach half of the forearm, the strength is no less than fifteen hundred catties.
However, he has not reached the realm of training power as silk described in "Chaos Gang Fighting Classic". The so-called training power is like silk refers to the control of strength. On the iron wood, the surface of the iron wood is not damaged, but the inner wood can be beaten into cotton wool. Lin Ming has never touched the threshold of this kind of realm of training strength like silk.
After drinking a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup, Lin Ming took off his shirt, and began to practice the bone-breaking every day. He was using this bone-breaking method to find the technique of controlling his strength.
The kitchen was hot, and Lin Ming was using the back of the knife, so the power consumption increased many times. Lin Ming was running the "True Chaos Formula" while drawing the knife, and he was sweating profusely soon. At this time, he naturally didn't know that the inscription symbols he had sold had already caused quite a stir.
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"Mr. Mu Yi, Ms. Qin, I am really disappointed. Please go upstairs, there is a private room prepared for you two." Sister Lan had learned the news in advance and came to the main entrance to greet her. High-end restaurants like Daming Xuan will prepare a few special private rooms for the dignitaries of Sky Fortune City. These private rooms are usually closed to avoid the situation that these dignitaries come to eat without private rooms.
"Little Lian, go make a pot of good Bichun tea, tell the kitchen to prepare it properly, and make sure to bring it to the highest level!" Although Da Mingxuan often entertains distinguished guests, people like Mu Yi and Qin Xingxuan who belong to the top class of Tianyun City There are still relatively few, because whether it is the Marshal's Mansion or the Imperial Palace, their imperial chefs are even better than Daming Xuan, and there is no need to come here to eat.
Qin Xingxuan said: "No need, Teacher and I came this time to find someone."
"Oh? Looking for someone?"
"Well, your tenant here has a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, about this tall, and his surname is Lin." Qin Xingxuan made a comparison, and only mentioned Lin Ming's surname, because when ordinary tenants live, they will only register on the check-in form. A surname, such as Mr. Lin. Qin Xingxuan guessed that Lin Ming might have stayed with his teacher, so most of the registrations were not his own surname.
"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy..." Sister Lan thought for a while, and asked Xiao Lian, "Are there any fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys staying in our store recently?"
Xiaolian said: "I don't have any memory, I'll go to the guest room to look for it."
After Xiao Lian left, Sister Lan invited Qin Xingxuan and Mr. Mu Yi to sit down. After a while, Xiao Lian came back and said, "Ask about the guest room. There have been no teenagers staying in the past ten days."
Damingxuan usually accommodates high-ranking officials and dignitaries, usually on business trips, business, or errands. There are very few family members, and of course there are very few teenagers.
Mu Yiwei frowned slightly, "I haven't seen it in the last ten days? How could it be? The boy should have been in Daming Xuan eight days ago."
Sister Lan thought about it seriously, and said, "There are very few boys, girls or children staying in Damingxuan. If it's a boy with the surname Lin, there is one in our kitchen. He was here a month ago, but... it shouldn't be Ms. Qin." The person you are looking for."
Sister Lan thought that Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi probably came here to find the young master of the aristocratic family. Although Lin Ming in the kitchen has some skills, but his family background is ordinary and his martial arts cultivation is not high, so he shouldn't have anything to do with the Marshal's Mansion.
"Kitchen?" Qin Xingxuan was slightly taken aback.
"Well, he's a boner... er, he's in charge of cutting meat." Seeing that Qin Xingxuan obviously didn't know what a boner was, Sister Lan followed up with an explanation.
"The one who cuts the meat? That shouldn't be the case." Mu Yi didn't have any hope when he heard this, how could an inscription master cut the meat.
But Qin Xingxuan did not give up, she asked: "What's his name?"
"I don't know about that. He seldom speaks. We only know that his surname is Lin. He should be working in the kitchen at this time. Do you want to take a look?"
"Well, take me to have a look." Qin Xingxuan stood up after speaking.
Led by Sister Lan, Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi came to Damingxuan's kitchen. After entering, Qin Xingxuan could only feel a rush of heat. It was already the end of summer, and the kitchen was going to fire again. The heat was inevitable.
Qin Xingxuan circulated his true energy to dispel the heat, and walked in with Sister Lan. The chefs in the kitchen cast their astonished gazes one after another, and some young men's jaws almost dropped in shock.
In a place like Damingxuan, where dignitaries and dignitaries often come and go, the guys have a lot of knowledge. Many people recognized Qin Xingxuan, and they couldn't turn their minds away for a while. Everyone in Tianyun City knows the pride of heaven. 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 right there..."
Damingxuan's kitchen is huge, 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, and Qin Xingxuan looked over, only to see a young man wearing a pair of blue trousers and bare-chested, holding a very ordinary bone knife, chopping a pile of hideous bones.
The young man turned his back to Qin Xingxuan. Looking from behind, the muscles on the young man's back were well-proportioned and toned, and his skin showed a healthy luster due to years of sun exposure and exercise. Beads of sweat were all over his back, and he seemed to have a palpitating beauty of strength.
Is he Lin Ming
Qin Xingxuan wasn't sure, she walked a few steps closer and saw the boy's side face, immature and resolute face, at first glance it was not eye-catching, but if he calmed down and savored it, he could feel the gap between his brows Showing three points of arrogance and sharpness, people can't ignore it.
Although it was only half of it, Qin Xingxuan could still feel Lin Ming's focused and sharp eyes. These eyes overlapped with the eyes of the young man Qin Xingxuan saw in the Qin Mansion that day. For some reason, Qin Xingxuan's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't imagine how the delicate and complicated inscription technique, which requires exquisite control of soul power, and the vulgar and brutal animal bone chopping technique, which required brute force, could appear in one person at the same time. This complicated and mysterious beauty and The stark contrast of the beauty of simple power gave her a feeling of sinking instantly.
But at this moment, Lin Ming turned around. There were many people coming and going 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 watching him from behind. People are probably coming for him.
However, seeing that the person who came was Qin Xingxuan, Lin Ming was stunned. Qin Xingxuan? Why did she come to Daming Xuan? Are you looking for yourself
At this time, Qin Xingxuan noticed the knife in Lin Ming's hand, a bone knife less than one foot long, dark in color, nothing unusual, but to Qin Xingxuan's surprise, Lin Ming actually held the knife backwards, that is to say, he had been holding the knife backwards just now. Chopping bones with the back of a knife, this...
Her gaze shifted to the flesh and bones that Lin Ming had chopped up. The bones were of the same size and uniform. Could it be that these were chopped from the back of the knife
"Miss Qin, are you looking for me?" While Lin Ming was speaking, he noticed Mr. Mu Yi behind Qin Xingxuan, which made his heart shrink. In this old man, he felt a power that made his heart palpitate. It was definitely him. The strongest person I have ever seen in my life may be a pulse congealing master 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 on his face.
Lin Ming nodded. Naturally, he couldn't hide this matter. He guessed that the two inscription symbols he consigned caught the old man's attention. Although Lin Ming had already guessed that his own inscription symbols would eventually attract the attention of others, he did not. Think so fast.
This kind of thing is a blessing or a curse. The blessing is that the price of his inscription symbols will inevitably rise sharply, so he will get a lot of gold for his cultivation. Unfortunately, his current strength was not equal to that of inscription skills. Rhinos were hunted for their precious horns. Lin Ming did not have the ability to protect himself. Some forces might even put him under house arrest and force him to draw inscription symbols.
Lin Ming had carefully considered these things before entering the auction house. He had tried disguises before, but he didn't understand advanced disguise techniques, and he was only fifteen years old, no matter how disguised he was, he would be seen through at a glance.
What's more, if his inscription talisman will attract attention sooner or later, then there must be a big force investigating him. He is a young man of the first level of body training, without any background, and he wants to hide it from the masters of Tianyun City with a simple disguise. Power is tantamount to a fool's dream.
So Lin Ming didn't plan to hide it anymore, he thought of another way.
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