Dark Moon Era

The method of spiritual meditation.

It is very simple to say that it is to concentrate on feeling the rough internal structure of the hand. You don't need to feel too fine, you just need to feel which part of the structure is relatively loose and which part is relatively tight.

Because no matter how subtle it is, this elementary method of spiritual imagination cannot do it.

"Isn't that simple?" Boss Huang asked Tang Ling.

Tang Ling is at a loss, this? Is it simple or difficult?

Boss Huang was at a loss immediately, um, should it be simple or difficult to tell Tang Ling?

In fact, this method of spiritual imagination is very difficult. Think about it, when the genetic chain talent test, when the first practice ...

These all involve imagination.

When measuring talent, it's just casual imagination without goals.

In the first practice, although the vision had requirements, it was also constructed by its own will.

All of these require instrumental assistance and absolute meditation.

So now, while hitting the iron, while imagining the established target to explore its internal structure?

Not only does this involve distractions, it also has huge limitations and can't be arbitrarily. What is the difficulty?

However, Mr. Huang felt that if it was too difficult to say it, and Tang Ling could easily do it again, what should he do? What would he say about Tang Lingben in the future?

Tang Ling didn't make his own statement. Boss Huang thought for a while and then said, "Anyway, it's simple for me, and it's simple for some geniuses. It's hard for you to say. It depends on when you master it."

Huang Bo's chicken thief didn't say the specific time. Anyway, when Tang Ling learned fast, he said he was slow.

Then, Mr. Huang began to explain this method of imagination.

Speaking of which, this method of imagination is not too difficult. The key is the concentration of mental power, not ordinary concentration, but to focus it on the position of the pineal gland of the human brain.

There are specific methods.

As long as you master this method of concentration, it is equivalent to the mental force forming an invisible 'eye' through the pineal gland. This eye is much more useful than a person's true eyes, because it can 'see' many eyes that cannot be seen s things.

Through such a vision, the inside of the rough can be detected naturally.

With the advancement of this method, we can see more subtle existence.

Boss Huang explained it in great detail. It seems that he cares a lot about this method, and Tang Ling has also studied very carefully.

Two hours, in fact, too late to practice, has quietly passed.

"Well, what you need to understand now, you already understand. Starting tomorrow, you will officially hit the iron like this. What you have to remember is that before you have formal control, the efficiency of iron hitting will become slower."

"When will you be able to restore your ironmaking efficiency, and then improve by at least one-third on this basis, it is considered that you have mastered this method initially." After the explanation, Boss Huang reminded Tang Ling.

Tang Ling frowned and nodded gently.

Boss Huang is really amazing. This method is really amazing. Although it feels like the same thing after speaking it out, it is difficult to think of such cultivation before telling it.

"Is it called the method of spiritual imagination?" Tang Ling always felt that such a thing should have a name that was awesome.

"Otherwise? Tell you to open the third eye?" Boss Huang gave Tang Ling a glance. Actually, this cultivation method is not really the method of spiritual contemplation, but "Eye of God". Very few.

Almost only concentrated on the Leap Leap, and .... but Boss Huang is unwilling to say its original name.

Why? Because silly boy Tang Ling doesn't need to know this.

What else does Tang Ling want to say? At this time Han Xing's whimpering voice had come: "Tang Ling, Tang Ling! Have you finished your work? Let's practice sword together?"

Tang Ling's identity was known at this time, or since last night, Han Xing has known.

After all, it was impossible for Tang Ling to return to Yanchilou and wear a dog headscarf. Besides, Tang Ling did not want to hide his identity in front of Han Xing.

Although I do n’t know why Han Xing was begging and begging, why did he have to follow him back to Chilou? But Tang Ling didn't feel the malice of Han Xing.

"Practice sword? I think you are practising cheap!" Before Tang Ling answered Han Xing, Boss Huang shouted.

He was thinking in his heart, why is Han Xing the kid so energetic? It seems that feeding Monty did not torture him enough?

While he was thinking about it, Han Xing had already rushed into the iron room.

From his face to his body, all black dots, large or small, made him look like a dalmatian.

But he didn't even notice it, and now he was holding two wooden sticks, and he was in high spirits.

Tang Ling would like to ask what happened? Why was Monty curious for the first time? After all, Monty seems to be raised somewhere above the third floor, but Tang Ling has never set foot on it.

But Tang Ling decided not to ask, and let Han Xing be a dalmatian.

Tang Ling is such a good person.

However, he also refused Han Xing's request for ‘training bases’ because he was going out and he needed to see Luo Xin and Luo Li, at least telling them that he was fine.

"I will go wherever I go." Han Xing was so full of energy.

Tang Ling said nothing, left a sentence ‘whatever you want’, and was ready to return to the room to wash.

It's just that another two hours have passed? Why hasn't the other side come yet?

Twenty minutes later, Tang Ling went out, followed by Han Xing with his head covered.

Han Xing finally discovered the fact that he was a dalmatian. After screaming, he was told that the spots on his body must be washed with special medicine for more than three days to get rid of it, and he could only confess his fate.

Boss Huang is very bad.

However, Han Xing was unwilling to give up the opportunity to go out, and had to wrap his head tightly, revealing a pair of brilliant eyes, and very shamelessly followed Tang Ling behind him.

Tang Ling ignored Han Xing.

The other side never appeared, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Thinking of yesterday's conversation, Tang Ling was not very relieved, but he firmly believed that the other side would definitely come.

So he bribed Ding Ling and Ding Ling with a hundred black wind coins, and told them that if the other shore came, he would accompany the other shore well, don't let her wait for herself to be too boring. Will be back in three hours.

Actually, can it be faster? Invite Luo Xin and Luo Li to come.

Just when he came back, Tang Ling wanted Luo Xin to accompany him to the market. Girls generally understand what girls like?

Tang Ling is very planned.

On the road, both Tang Ling and Han Xing are more prominent.

Today Tang Ling wore a donkey face turban. Needless to say, it was written by boss Huang, but he told Tang Ling that the turban had the face of a steed.

Not to mention Han Xing, covering the whole head, it seems that a pair of eyes are full of light, how insignificant, how insignificant, everyone sees that Han Xing is a thief stealing NEI pants.

But fortunately, at least no one looked angry and couldn't help but try to hit them.

Because Tang Ling was so popular yesterday, there were many teenagers wearing dog turbans on the street, and all of them seemed very insignificant.

Therefore, Tang Ling and Han Xing are not too outrageous.

Walking to the third street of Pearl Square, Han Xing was very excited and said to Tang Ling all the way, ‘Brother, you are famous! You see a lot of your admirers on the street. Great, you won't be short of women everywhere you go. ’

Tang Ling stared at Han Xing.

Han Xing shrank his neck and muttered, "Yeah, you have a queen. Who dares to be the queen's third child, isn't there a place to die?"

"Although even a beautiful woman, it would be tiring to look at it for three years."

"How can you speak human?" Tang Ling couldn't bear it, how could he be with such a wretched person.

Unfortunately, Han Xing has been attracted by a woman on the street at this time. He was very excited and said to Tang Ling: "Brother, look, I have imitators too."

Tang Ling glanced at and imitated Han Xing? Do n’t others just carry a sword? This is called imitation?

When the two were not talking, they had reached No. 299 on Third Street.

Almost all the buildings on this street are made of large seashells, but the ancient drugstore at No. 299 is not.

It uses a special kind of submarine wood to build, style is mixed with Chinese style, but the green color tone makes it full of vitality.

However, in this vitality tone, yellow dead wood was used to build a pattern of abstract ancient roads one after another on the exterior wall, which immediately filled the vitality with a certain vicissitudes.

It seems that the exuberant life is actually full of vicissitudes and has a lot of artistic conception.

Tang Ling likes art, and can't help but admire it more.

Han Xing likes women. At this time, she is trembling, and she is talking to herself: "I am X, superb."

"What is the best?" Tang Ling looked back and saw Han Xing pointing to the open drug store ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The drug store was lively and crowded, and he saw that the business was good.

Among the crowd, a girl wearing a white crescent shirt and trousers was busy.

Perhaps it was because she was too busy. Her forehead was sweaty, and the same-color hair bands around her head were slightly wet, and the exposed flowing sea was also stuck on her forehead.

The same is true of clothes, which shows the curve of the figure.

Her face is very beautiful, of course, it can't be compared with the other side, but it is also rare in the crowd, and it is more touching with that serious side face.

Tang Ling smiled when she saw her. Who else could she be? Isn't that Losing?

And Han Xing apparently misunderstood Tang Ling's meaning, and excitedly dragged Tang Ling's arm and said, "Brother, am I right? Right? Excellent! Like your queen is really beautiful, the beauty is too high, only You ca n’t play it from a distance. But this one ... ”

Tang Ling turned his head and looked at Han Xing with unclear eyes and asked, "You can play it, right?"