The other party took the initiative to learn the art of grinding ink, Wei Ming was ecstatic, and pretended to be indifferent, and asked, "Do you really want to grind?" No remorse? ”

"Hmmm! No repentance! ”

Wei Ming glared at Zheng Huanghuang's eyes, and after a few seconds, he said, "Okay! You go get a new inkstone, grind it from beginning to end, and if something is wrong, I'll tell you. ”

Zheng Huanghuang took an inkstone, put it on the table, poured a small half bowl of water, picked up the ink ingot, and just wanted to grind, he was interrupted by Wei Ming.

"Wait a minute!"

Zheng Huanghuang froze and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There's too much water! The ink that is ground out in this way must be uneven and not thick enough! You have to remember that in the beginning, less water is better, a few drops will do! ”

"And what about the back?"

"It's the same in the back! After the water penetrates the inkstone and ink ingot, you can add a few more drops of water, but do not pour too much water at once. Otherwise, the shade will be uneven, and the words written will not achieve the effect. In short, less water should be used, not too much. ”

Zheng Huanghuang suddenly realized and said, "I understand! Grinding ink is like the appetite of the elderly, it should be chewed and swallowed slowly, and it should be eaten small and often! ”

"Huh? The metaphor is very vivid, very vivid, and very apt, even I didn't expect it, amazing! Wei Ming snapped his fingers and highly appreciated.

Zheng Huanghuang was very proud and said with a smile: "Haha...... A moment's gain, a moment's gain! ”

In this way, one teaches, one learns, and the atmosphere is harmonious, as if a famous teacher and a senior apprentice, teaching in detail and learning carefully.

After a while, Zheng Huihuang completed the demonstration of the whole set of movements, and Wei Ming also completed the correction of deficiencies.

Wei Ming smiled: "Well, that's good! Learn fast, now is the time to put the results to the test! According to what I just said, grind it for me once! ”

Under Wei Ming's gaze, Zheng Huanghuang dripped droplets, picked up the ink ingot, pushed it over in the inkstone, and pulled it back......

The action is the same, but it's like that.

It's just that Wei Ming has a plan hidden in his heart, and he has to find out what is going on, not to mention that Zheng Huanghuang used too much force and used the inkstone as a whetstone.

In this way, excessive rubbing of the ink ingots will leave tiny particles in the ink, which is not conducive to the line of writing, the absorption of rice paper, and the creation of calligraphy.

Suddenly.

Wei Ming stretched out his right hand, covered the back of Zheng Huanghuang's hand to sharpen ink, held it gently, and said, "Grinding ink is not sharpening knives, you don't need so much strength!" And, between pushing and pulling, don't pause, like a drizzle in spring, moisturizing things silently and endlessly......"

At this time, his hands had already touched, Wei Ming was very nervous and scared, and had to babble to relieve his mood.

Afraid?

That's right.

It's just fear.

I am afraid that Zheng Huanghuang is not used to the "hand-in-hand" teaching method, and he will detonate the dark bomb regardless of it.

Really.

Zheng Huanghuang is not used to it.

As a master of dark energy with keen perception, unless he takes the initiative to remove his defense, no one can touch or touch it.

This point, which is completely different from Hu Lianhua, is also the real reason why Wei Ming acted cautiously.

I saw that the back of Zheng Huanghuang's hand was instantly covered with goosebumps, each of which was full and convex, clearly distinguishable, like white flour, covered with pale yellow sesame seeds.

Wei Ming saw everything, and felt the other party's skin suddenly tense, as if he was about to make a move in the next moment, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and hurriedly stopped: "Come on!" Relax your muscles, just like you did yesterday when you relaxed your facial muscles! It's just that I won't slap you like a fat boy, but teach you the art of grinding ink by pushing and pulling......"

This sentence is very skillfully said, covering up today's sensitivity with yesterday's shame.

All of a sudden, Zheng Huanghuang's goosebumps eased down and were no longer tense.

Zheng Huanghuang pursed his lips and said: "Yesterday's slap was the only shame I encountered in my life, and the culprit is you!" As the saying goes, there is a wrong, and there is a debtor, and it must be recorded on your head! ”

Wei Ming stuck out his tongue and shouted, "Wronged! ”

"Fart wronged!"

"It was the fat boy who beat you, and it wasn't me, how can it be recorded on my head? Isn't this more wronged than Dou E? ”

"Humph! Who made the request for me to relax my muscles? Otherwise, I can defend myself, and he won't be able to touch the skin at all, so there will be no shame! ”

Wei Ming smiled and explained: "I'm afraid that you will be thick-skinned and break the palm of the fat boy all of a sudden, so I made such a special request, not to be humiliated!" ”

"In short, I'll make a note for you, you can't run away, and you can't hide!"

"No problem! When do you want to fight back, I will definitely not resist! Now, let's learn the push and pull technique, and you will be completely relaxed and seriously experienced......"

With just a few words, Wei Ming's mind finally landed.

He held Zheng Huanghuang's fist, gently pushed it out, and gently pulled it back, and the ink ingot followed the stroke, leaving a black trail in the inkstone.

The movement is very soft, after repeated cooperation, the two palms are in one place, the push and pull become very natural, and the turning point is almost invisible.

The effect is very significant, in the inkstone, a small pool of ink accumulates; In the air, there is a faint scent of ink.

Wei Ming felt that the time had come, and before he stopped, he said: "Well, that's probably it, you can experience it, it should be easy to find the feeling." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of Zheng Huanghuang's fist.

The moment you let go, one second in advance, drive the green apple soul incense!

The last step of the whole plan, finally realized!

Next, it is to observe the words and colors, sit back and wait for the soul incense to take effect, and enjoy the scene of the soul world with the target, from which to learn the most private secrets, and then grasp the highest authority.

Zheng Huanghuang felt that the back of his hand was light and cold, and he didn't feel anything abnormal, and continued to push and pull the ink grinding action.

One light, it was because Wei Ming took away his palm and the sense of touch disappeared.

One coolness is the effect of soul incense invading the body and combining with medicine. At the same time, it was the result of losing Wei Ming's body temperature on the back of his hand.

Both were slight, and Zheng Huihuang was immersed in the world of grinding ink, and he didn't suspect anything.

In fact, even if you are suspicious, even if you are vigilant, it is already too late!

The soul fragrance of the extraterritorial world cannot be understood by the earthlings and cannot be prevented.

Gradually, the ink in the inkstone became thicker and more abundant.

Suddenly.

Zheng Huihuang's smooth ink grinding process suddenly stagnated, and his face showed an expression of surprise and shock.

At this moment, he "sees" his "heart".

The effect is equivalent to the "inner view" often mentioned in Taoist cheats.

The picture in the special field of view looks very strange.

The scenery of the picture is very different from the soul world of Hu Lianhua.

Zheng Huanghuang's soul world is not "dark clouds, thunder and lightning rolling", but ......

The sky was clear, not a single cloud, not a single shadow.

The whole world, except for a heart, is nothing.

Wei Ming was hidden in the air, observing Zheng Huanghuang's soul world from the perspective of God, and found the heart of the target, majestic and huge, comparable to an aircraft carrier, easily crushing Hu Lianhua's ocean-going giant ship.

It can be seen that Zheng Huanghuang's "heart" is as solid as a rock, and no external factors can shake the firm heart, which is the meaning of "blue sky like washing".

In other words, family affection, ethics, morality, and law are all farts in Zheng Huanghuang's eyes.

With such a mentality, there will inevitably be problems with the "heart".

No, the colors are very weird.

Wei Ming couldn't see the bright red background, not a trace, only the extreme green and the ultimate black.

Extreme green represents great merit and is Zheng Huihuang's great contribution to the country and the ethnic group.

Extreme black represents a great crime, and it is a crime committed by Zheng Huihuang for himself and for his selfish desires.

It's a pity that the extreme green on the heart is constantly assimilated and eroded by the extreme black, and there is not much left!

In this world, Wei Ming is God, and with a cursory sweep, he has already gained insight.

The extremely green area, about the size of an acre, is like a flag, planted in the bow of the ship, swaying, in danger, and it seems that it will disappear completely in the next moment.

For an aircraft carrier, a green flag, is really minimal.

- I'm going! Zheng Huanghuang is so evil that he can't bear to look at it directly, and heaven and earth can't tolerate it......

For a while, Wei Ming was very curious about how Soul Incense could transform such a black and evil soul.

Suddenly.

In Wei Ming's field of vision, a living creature jumped out.

This living creature is a "little man".

The villain is three inches tall, deep up and down, without a strand.

The villain jumped up and down in the green field, running quickly, and in a moment, across the green field.

The villain stood on the green and black border, raising his eyes to look at the black world, his face was full of doubts and curious expressions, but he never dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Looking at its appearance, it is faint, with a little shadow of Zheng Huihuang, which is Zheng Huanghuang in his infancy.

What is strange is that Xiao Zheng's skin and hair are not a trace of variegation, they are all bright red, and even the hayuzi overflowing from the corners of his mouth is also a dazzling bright red.

Wei Ming stretched out the hand of God and touched a hair without Xiao Zheng noticing.

Suddenly, he understood.

First, bright red, representing truth, goodness and beauty; The three-inch child is because Zheng Huanghuang's only remaining conscience is too little to embody a higher body.

Second, the soul incense is really powerful, and it actually grabbed the only remaining bright red and manifested it in the soul world.

Third, Zheng Huanghuang is also very powerful, and he actually descended into the soul world in the mode of "Yuan Shen".

This point is really exaggerated, and the difference between it and Hu Lianhua is boundless.

Suddenly.

The world shook violently, and a strong hurricane blew.

WhewW......

All over the world, the howl of hurricanes sounds.

In the blink of an eye, a huge eye of the wind was formed.

The eye of the storm brings a tornado and launches an assault on the aircraft carrier.

It's a pity that the aircraft carrier is as stable as Mount Tai and is not affected at all.

The first wave of attacks, with great momentum, was ineffective.

Wei Ming also knew that this was a tentative attack by Soul Incense.

――The hard ones don't work, they should be replaced with soft ones......

Really.

Wei Ming's thoughts were together, and Soul Xiang immediately changed his attack method.

Crackle, crackle......

A torrential rain, without a hint of warning, poured down.

Countless raindrops, countless hailstones, fell on the aircraft carrier.

This is not a real raindrop, nor is it a real hail, but the soul incense transforms Zheng Huanghuang's memory fragments, forming countless frankincense rains.

That's right.

It's the rain of frankincense.

Every raindrop, every hail, every memory, contains a hint of frankincense.

The raindrops are green, the hail is black, and they are rolling down.

Wei Ming stretched out his hand, grabbed a fist-sized hailstone, held it in his hand, and looked at it intently.

Suddenly.

He was stunned!

A chill to the bone, welling up in my heart!

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