The thatched cottage enjoys peace with strong winds and heavy rain outside.

The stove is paired with clear tea, and the grass curtain is sheltered from wind and rain.

Sitting between master and disciple, peaceful and peaceful.

"Xia Ming, I wonder if you have read the works of the inspiration ancestor?"

As is well known, this is a book that farts.

All inside are the personal words of the inspiration ancestor, so we can only deceive the miscellaneous disciples.

But as He Niansheng continued to understand Xia Ming, he always felt that it was not that simple.

The inspiration ancestor is likely to have hidden some private goods in "On the Fundamental Self of the Spirit".

Others may not understand, perhaps... can Xia Ming, who is also a hidden spiritual root, see it?

During his speech, He Niansheng took out the thick book "On the Fundamental Self of Spirit".

At the moment of seeing the book, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Xia Ming's eyes.

"I would like to report to my master that my disciples have also studied this book 'From Inspiration to Spiritual Roots, How I Did It' all night long."

Xia Ming's words are not exaggerated at all.

In order to learn magnetic field induction, he often studies until midnight.

But Xia Ming's words didn't sound right to He Niansheng.

What kind of thing?

How did I go from inspiration to spiritual roots?

Am I blind?

Or is this kid blind?

Where did those other words come from, even though they were just five words?

What are these all about!

The book of Inspiration Ancestor is clearly "On the Fundamental Self of Spirit"!

Taking a deep glance at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng took a deep breath.

Damn it!

How dare this kid lie to my face?

Since he didn't lie, then the problem lies.

What exactly is the problem?

Is it difficult for Xia Ming to be illiterate?

This idea had just emerged and was immediately rejected by He Niansheng.

I don't know how to practice the Great River Qi Refining Technique if I can't read?

Did the ghost teach him?

Did he come from his dream of cultivating the fifth level of Qi refining?

After careful consideration, He Niansheng still asked in a low voice.

"My disciple Xia Ming'er, have you ever read and read at the foot of the mountain, and have you paid respects to your master?"

Upon hearing He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming was immediately shocked in her heart.

Under the mountain?

He really doesn't know anything about the things at the foot of the mountain.

Is this a probe from He Niansheng?

Did he find something?

Feeling restless, Xia Ming said slowly, "Report to your master that you have studied for a few years."

"Since you have read a book, I will test you as a teacher."

Summoning up a book case and taking out a pen and paper, He Niansheng continued, "Xia Ming, do you still remember the pharmacological knowledge I taught you before I became a teacher?"

"Report to Master, remember."

"Okay, so and so, as the teacher describes the medicine, you can write the name of the medicine on paper."

Write the name of the medicine?

Isn't it faster to say it?

Is it true that Master wants to read my words?

Observing characters is like observing people?

Master, there must be a reason for him to do this.

Thinking of this, Xia Ming straightened his waist, dipped his pen in ink, and looked confident.

I dare not say anything else, but Xia Ming is still very confident in his calligraphy skills.

He Niansheng stood up and began to describe the medicinal herbs, while Xia Ming wrote correctly.

Huangliang ginseng... Sanqiu cicada... Youzi Nian... He Niansheng, standing behind Xia Ming, gradually frowned.

Xia Ming's handwriting is bold and powerful, with deep brushstrokes that cannot be picked out for any flaws.

How could this kid be illiterate?

Am I overthinking?

How does "On the Fundamental Self of Spirit" explain it?

After a moment of hesitation, He Niansheng began to describe the next medicine.

Perennial grass and trees, good in nature, slightly sweet.

Like a dragon, entangled and parasitic.

The meridians of food are stiff and slightly poisonous.

This is a fish scale with black twisted roots.

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Looking at Xia Ming who was serious, He Niansheng's eyes gradually changed.

The unfolded white paper was stained with ink marks and transformed into protrusions.

The three words "fish scale black" are still powerful, but when I write it later, something starts to go wrong.

He Niansheng didn't recognize the last two words directly.

Or rather, that's not a word at all!

Twisted strokes, loose structures.

The ink marks soaked in the paper are like a group of twisted and coiled maggots.

Just taking a glance, He Niansheng felt a tremble in his soul.

That word is enough to shake the soul!

Looking at Xia Ming again, he seemed to be unaware of the abnormality.

Still writing with each stroke, these two words have been written for a long, long time.

Xia Ming was so serious, but when He Niansheng saw it in his eyes, a chilling sensation rose in his heart.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, He Niansheng continued to explore.

Cicada flowers... normal.

Seven leaf grass... normal.

Woman Red Leaf... something's wrong.

The leaf character after the red letter actually began to distort again.

He Niansheng's expression gradually stiffened as he repeated several names of the medicine.

Finally, He Niansheng's face turned into an iron gray.

This Xia Ming... something's wrong.

He is not illiterate, he is even more terrifying than illiterate!

He can only write three normal words in a row, and after three, he begins to distort them.

Now, as knowledgeable as He Niansheng, he also became a bit uneasy.

Never heard of, never seen.

Is this a disease?

Three character disease?

Xia Ming's disease?

With a complex expression, He Niansheng said in a deep voice, "Xia Ming, write whatever I say next."

Upon hearing these words, Xia Ming was also shocked in his heart.

Startled, I still need to write the characters.

Xia Ming can still trust He Niansheng.

Trust from the heart.

What Xia Ming doesn't know is that his trust stems from a single medicine.

This medicine is called Dream Yellow Sorghum.

He Niansheng said, Xia Ming wrote.

... Dahe Zong, the three characters are normal.

The Great River Qi Refining Technique, after refining characters, begins to draw ghost symbols.

The fundamental self of the spirit, after this character, is entangled in ink.

Taking a deep breath, He Niansheng's eyebrows furrowed, without any signs of relief.

What exactly is wrong with Xia Ming's body?

He Niansheng knew well that after eating Dream Yellow Sorghum, Xia Ming would not deceive him.

Since Xia Ming did not lie, then the problem arises.

What disease can be so eerie?

Will this disease affect the loss of soul?

Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng felt a hint of unease in his heart.

After a moment of hesitation, He Niansheng took out the introductory reading materials of the miscellaneous disciples of the Dahe Sect.

——"Inspiration Induction Method" "Xia Ming, tell me, what is this book?"

Xia Ming is also very familiar with this book.

It was this book that underwent a mutation that led Xia Ming to begin magnetic field induction.

Looking at this book, Xia Ming's heart began to doubt again.

Why did Master ask me the title of the book?

Is it difficult for Master to be illiterate?

How could it be?

Alchemists can't read?

After self negation, Xia Ming cautiously said, "To my master, this is' On How to Inspire '."

As soon as Xia Ming said these words, He Niansheng immediately took a cold breath.

Okay!

What a Xia Ming!

Seeing the master's reaction, Xia Ming felt a bit uneasy.

Although the title of this book is not serious, it's not my fault. Why does Master look like this?

The two of them looked at each other and coincidentally suppressed their own thoughts of caution.

After a moment of thought, He Niansheng picked up his second book.

This is a handwritten version of "Da He Lian Qi Jue".

"Xia Ming, tell me what this is?"

"Boil... Boil water to practice Qi determination?"

As Xia Ming spoke, he also noticed something was wrong.

Listening to Xia Ming's reply, He Niansheng's heart was immediately filled with a huge wave.

Boiling water and refining gas formula?

What a boiling water and practicing Qi determination!