Martial World

These days, Lin Ming has been practicing using the back of a knife to unravel his bones. Lin Ming used half of the ninety-five taels of gold he had taken back to buy medicine. At last, he would not end the medicine. Now he punched the iron wood and left seven inches. The deep fist hole, the fist hole is not even half of the forearm, the strength is no less than 1,500 pounds.

However, he has not reached the state of practicing strength as silk as described in the "Chaos Gang Dou Jing". The so-called "strength like silk" refers to the control of strength. Those who have mastered the "Chaos Gang Dou Jing" can punch in On the iron wood, the surface of the iron wood is undamaged, but the wood inside can be beaten into cotton wool. Lin Ming has never touched the threshold of this kind of training like silk.

After drinking a bowl of the medicinal soup that had just been brewed, Lin Ming took off his shirt and started the daily practice of unraveling the bones. He was using this method to unravel the bones to find the technique of controlling strength.

The kitchen was hot, and Lin Ming was using the back of the knife, and the power consumption increased many times. Lin Ming was running the "True Primordial Art of Chaos" while firing the knife, and he was quickly sweating. At this time, he was naturally unclear, the inscription rune he sold had caused quite a stir.

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"Mr. Mu Yi, Miss Qin, you are really welcome. Please go upstairs. There is a private room for you two." Sister Lan had learned the news in advance and came to the front door to greet her. High-end restaurants such as Damingxuan will prepare several private rooms for the dignitaries in Tianyun City. These private rooms are usually not open, so as to avoid the situation that these dignitaries come to eat without private rooms.

"Xiaolian, go make a pot of good Bichun tea, tell the kitchen to prepare it well, and make sure to bring it to the highest level!" Although Damingxuan often entertains distinguished guests, people like Mu Yi and Qin Xingxuan are at the top of Tianyun City. It's still relatively few, because whether it's the Marshal's Mansion or the Imperial Palace, their royal chefs are even better than Daming Xuan, and they don't need to come here to eat at all.

Qin Xingxuan said: "No need, my teacher and I came this time to find someone."

"Oh? Looking for someone?"

"Well, one of your tenants is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He is probably that tall and his surname is Lin." Qin Xingxuan compared and only said Lin Ming's surname, because ordinary tenants would 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. As a result, most of the registered surnames were not his own.

"Fifteen or sixteen year olds..." Sister Lan thought for a while and asked Xiaolian, "Are there any fifteen or sixteen-year-olds staying in our store recently?"

Xiaolian said: "I don't have an impression. I'll go look for it in the guest room."

After Xiao Lian went, Sister Lan invited Qin Xingxuan and Mr. Mu Yi to sit down. After a while, Xiao Lian came back and said, "Ask the guest room. There have been no teenagers staying in the last ten days."

Damingxuan is generally occupied by high-ranking officials, usually on business, business, or errands. There are very few people who bring their families and mouths, and naturally there are few teenagers.

Mu Yiwei frowned slightly, "Isn't there none in the last ten days? How could it be? The boy should still be in Damingxuan eight days ago."

Sister Lan thought for a while, and said, "There are very few boys, girls or children staying in Damingxuan. If it's a boy named Lin, we have one in our kitchen. He was here a month ago, but...it shouldn't be Qin. Miss is looking for someone."

Sister Lan thought that Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi were most likely here to find the young master of a noble family. Although Lin Ming from the kitchen had some skills, his family background was ordinary and his martial arts cultivation was not high, so he shouldn't have anything to do with the Marshal's Mansion.

"Kitchen?" Qin Xingxuan was slightly taken aback.

"Well, he is a deboning hand... er, he is in charge of cutting meat." Sister Lan explained that Qin Xingxuan obviously did not know what a deboning hand was.

"Meat-cutting? That shouldn't be the case." Mu Yi had no hope when he heard this. How could an inscriber cut meat.

But Qin Xingxuan didn't give up, she asked, "What's his name?"

"I don't know that,

He rarely speaks, we only know his surname is Lin, he should be working in the kitchen at this time, should we take a look? "

"Well, take me to see." Qin Xingxuan said and stood up.

Under the leadership of Sister Lan, Qin Xingxuan and Mu Yi came to Damingxuan's kitchen. After entering, Qin Xingxuan only felt a rush of heat. It was the end of summer, and the kitchen was going to fire again. The heat was inevitable.

Qin Xingxuan ran the real energy to dispel the heat, and accompanied Sister Lan to walk in. The chefs in the kitchen all cast their eyes in astonishment, and some of the young men's jaws were about to fall.

In a place like Damingxuan where dignitaries often go out, the guys have a lot of knowledge. Many people recognize Qin Xingxuan, and they can't turn their heads for a while. Girl, why did you come to Damingxuan's kitchen?

At this moment, Sister Lan pointed to a room in the corner of the kitchen and said, "That's it..."

Damingxuan's kitchen is very large. Lin Ming's work place is a separate room. The meat he cuts here will be sent to the freezer for preservation.

The door was open, Qin Xingxuan looked over, and saw a bare-chested teenager wearing a pair of blue pants holding a very ordinary bone knife, slicing a bunch of hideous bones.

The young man turned his back to Qin Xingxuan. From the back, the muscles on the back of the young man were well-proportioned and toned, and his skin showed a healthy luster due to years of sun exposure and exercise. At this time, perhaps because of the heat of the kitchen, perhaps because of the exhaustion of physical strength, the young man's back His back was covered with beads of sweat, and he looked like a palpitating beauty of strength.

Is he Lin Ming?

Qin Xingxuan wasn't sure. She took a few steps closer and saw the young man's profile, with a resolute face in his tenderness. At first glance, it wasn't noticeable, but if he calmed down and tasted it, he could feel the frown on his face. Showing a three-point arrogance and sharpness, it is impossible to ignore.

Although it was only a small part, Qin Xingxuan could still feel Lin Ming's focused and sharp eyes, which overlapped with the eyes of the young man Qin Xingxuan had seen in Qin Mansion that day, making Qin Xingxuan's heart skip a beat for some reason.

She couldn't imagine how the delicate and complicated inscription technique, which requires the delicate control of soul power, and the vulgar and savage need for brute force to chop animal bones, how these two completely contradictory things could appear in one person at the same time. The stark contrast of the beauty of simple strength gave her a feeling of instant sinking.

At this moment, Lin Ming turned around. There are many people coming and going in and out of the kitchen every day. When Lin Ming cultivated, he would never be distracted by these people, but this time was different. He felt that someone was watching him from behind, and this People are probably coming for him.

However, when he saw that it was Qin Xingxuan, Lin Ming was stunned, Qin Xingxuan? How could she come to Damingxuan? Find yourself?

At this time, Qin Xingxuan noticed the knife in Lin Ming's hand. The bone knife was less than a foot long. It was dark in color and nothing unusual. However, what surprised Qin Xingxuan was that Lin Ming was actually holding the knife backwards. Chopping bones with the back of a knife, this...

Her gaze shifted to the flesh and blood that Lin Ming chopped up. The bone segments were the same size and neat and even. Could it be that they were all chopped off by the back of the knife?

"Miss Qin, are you looking for me?" As Lin Ming spoke, he noticed Mr. Mu Yi who was behind Qin Xingxuan, which made his heart shrink. In this old man, he felt a force that made his heart palpitate. This was definitely his The strongest person I have ever seen in my life may be a master of condensing pulses or even a rarer master of the day after tomorrow.

"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 had consigned caught the old man's attention. thought so quickly.

This kind of thing can be a blessing or a curse. Fortunately, the price of his inscriptions will inevitably rise, and he will get a lot of gold for him to practice. The calamity is that now his strength is not equal to the inscription technique. The rhinos were hunted for their precious rhino horns. Lin Ming did not have the ability to protect himself. He might even be placed under house arrest by some forces, forcing himself to draw inscription runes.

Lin Ming had carefully considered these things before entering the auction house. He had tried disguise before, but he did not understand the advanced disguise technique. He was only fifteen years old, and no matter how disguised he was, he would be seen through at a glance.

What's more, sooner or later, his own inscription will attract attention, so there must be a big force to investigate him. He is a young man who has practiced the first level of the body, and he has no background. If he wants to use a simple disguise, he wants to hide the hands and eyes of Tianyun City. Power is tantamount to a fool's dream.

So Lin Ming didn't plan to hide it, he thought of another way.