Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and Rodin lived a full and regular life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first thing is that the discipline training of the little bullies under his deterrent and rewarding tutelage has already achieved initial results, and the students usually face Rodin like mice and cats, and they dare not go beyond it at all, concentrate in class, do their best in training, and become model students one by one.

And all of them have advanced to the level of heavy addicts to fairy tales, desperately trying to get more information about the story from Rodin every day.

Instead, he hung the children's appetite and forced them to change little by little in the direction of excellence.

Before I knew it, the bear children even listened to Isabella's class, and they became upright and obedient.

And Isabella and Cynthia are lively and shrewd, the other is simple and kind, when Rodin taught the bear child, they whispered below, and soon the relationship grew by leaps and bounds, and they became good girlfriends who could talk about everything.

often biting his ears and making some intimate movements, the two pretty faces like flowers and jade come together from time to time, and Rodin is a little hot and jealous.

However, Isabella still took a notebook every day and carefully recorded some of Rodin's classic quotations, teaching methods, and even fairy tales.

That serious appearance seems to be recording the quotations of great men, which makes people can't help but feel fluttering.

"If I really become a big man one day, will I let Isabella publish what she recorded to the world?"

Without further ado, the second thing is the progress of the swordsmith's learning.

It took Rodin four days to memorize the contents of the parchment scroll word for word, and he memorized them all by heart.

Lexa couldn't help but be amazed after many spot checks, but he didn't know that it was all due to the miraculous effect of meditation.

After the first step of memorization was completed, he began to really get in touch with the concoction of sword oil.

On a gloomy day, the rough cool breeze of the grassland blew, and thousands of green grasses rippled like water waves.

In a quiet corner near the swordsmith's felt bag, Rodin sat quietly on his pony, looking a little distracted at the distant sky like a dog, while Lexa paced slowly around him.

"Take, for example, the most common monster ghoul found in the chasms of the noble steppe. ”

"Tell me about the proportion of materials needed to make a serving of ghoul oil. ”

Rodin rolled his eyes and blurted out: "I need a ghoul's beard, two blackmani fruits, and a sunstone." ”

"Well, that's good. ”

Lexa nodded in satisfaction, and then placed the three materials in front of Rodin.

"Now, I want you to take out the ingredients yourself, without using tools, and just pick out the right amount by feeling. ”

The portion in Rodin's mouth just now roughly corresponds to the weight of one pound.

Skilled and skilled swordsmiths, after a long period of training, are able to quickly pick out the right portion by hand without using a scale-weighing instrument.

As a newcomer, of course, Rodin can't reach such a level, and there is always a gap between several selections.

But Lexa only gave a slight reprimand, and then went into battle himself.

"Look carefully now, not a single step can be missed!"

Lexar didn't think twice and held all the materials in his hand.

"In the past, our tribe used tools such as stone mortars and scoops to mix and mash, but since the birth of the power of the bloodline, the tools have been eliminated. ”

As he finished speaking, a cyan flame emerged from his palm, quickly enveloping the entire mass of materials.

"The power of the bloodline grinds and mixes the materials that have a spirituality compared to the materials produced by the original tools, and the finished sword oil will be more powerful. ”

Lexar's five fingers folded and crushed the object in his palm to make a rhythmic "squeak" crisp sound, similar to the sound of grinding teeth, and no matter how big the fingers were opened, not a single piece of material was missed.

The cyan flame firmly enveloped the object in the palm, expanding and contracting as the palm opened and closed, like a pale ink blue flower swaying in the wind, sometimes blooming enthusiastically, sometimes shyly closing the petals.

Under careful observation, Rodin could not help but be fascinated, and the old man's extremely simple movements were filled with an indescribable charm, as natural and harmonious as the white clouds on the horizon and the stone patterns in the stream.

Under the dual action of cyan flames and palm crushing and agitation, the three materials shattered into wisps and grains at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming finer and thinner, and gradually intertwined and fused, and after just a quarter of an hour, they turned into a mass of powdery objects as black as ink.

Suddenly, Rodin's eyes widened!

Lexa didn't seem to be enough, his closed hands instantly let go, and a pale cyan invisible force blasted the entire pitch-black powder into the air like a high-speed jet of water guns.

The ink ball is held up and suspended in mid-air, dripping and spinning steadily.

At the same time, a large number of indigo tentacles that made the scalp tingle suddenly drilled out between Lexa's five fingers, and the tentacles twisted and swung quickly into a ball like an elastic octopus, instantly pounced on the suspended ink ball, covering and wrapping it tightly, leaving no gaps.

Thousands of tentacles wrapped in ink balls in all directions are constantly twisting, winding, and squeezing, and they are rubbed and kneaded like magic.

I saw that the ink reunion was round and flat, ever-changing, sometimes like the moon cloudy and sunny, sometimes turning into a white cloud and a dog, informal.

After a few moments, the touch layer excreted a number of tiny bubbles, mixed with mottled discarded debris, while the color of the ink became purer, revealing a faint sense of clarity.

Then, the invisible arm that lifted the ink ball lifted lightly, and it was panned to a pair of fist-sized stone bowls that had been prepared long ago.

The thousands of tentacles shook their bodies and instantly contracted rapidly, turning into a pair of funnels that were wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the ink in the funnel was scattered into powder and slid steadily into the stone bowl, while the table top was clean and tidy, and there was no leakage.

"Okay, basically the material mixing step is done. What do you think?"

Lexa is breezy and breezy as if it has completed a trivial matter.

And Rodin was dumbfounded, and did not say a word for a long time, and his heart was shocked.

The miraculous bloodline power that Lexa displayed in this process completely subverted his previous perceptions.

"It turns out that the power of the bloodline can still be used like this? “

After initially comprehending the power of the bloodline, he only mastered three bloodline abilities, and basically comprehended them spontaneously without training.

One of them is to release the power of the high-speed blood veins out of the body, forming a lethality far beyond ordinary arrows.

The second is attachment, where the power of the bloodline attaches to the surface of the weapon, increasing its sharpness and attaching additional damage effects such as cauterization and freezing.

There are also armor attached to it, which is equivalent to an extra layer of protection to increase defense.

The third is strengthening, which temporarily strengthens the power of the blood veins to the corresponding body parts.

As mentioned in the "Long Yuan" cultivation method, the power of the red blood vein is manic, active, and good at attacking, mainly used for external release and weapon attachment.

The power of the Blue Bloodline is stable and peaceful, and it mainly increases defense on top of armor.

The power of the green vein is full of vitality and unpredictable, and it is unique in strengthening the flesh.

Of course, no matter what kind of bloodline power you have, you can use these three bloodline abilities, but the effect is different.

Speaking of which, the three bloodline abilities are relatively rough and rudimentary, and Rodin was also puzzled by this at first, but in the end he still didn't delve into it.

Similarly, the Longyuan cultivation method only focuses on the cultivation of breaking through the level, and there is no detailed record of the specific means of controlling the power of the bloodline.

All of this has led to his understanding of the power of the bloodline remaining at an extremely superficial and low level.

It is undeniable that this is also related to his step-by-step attitude in his practice, blindly pursuing superficial hierarchies, ignoring the inner without further thinking about the nature of the power of the bloodline, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is superficial.

Coming from a world where technology is changing with each passing day, why is it so dull?

He had to feel a little ashamed.

But today, Lexa teaches him a vivid lesson, and a whole new world unfolds before his eyes.

At this moment, all sorts of whimsical ideas came to mind.

"In the battle of the Force, it is not only this simple three-plate axe, but also the secret wheel technique of the Hunter Guild. “

"And the power is not only dull fighting, they can also use the power of the bloodline to do many magical things. “

But it's all built on the power of the force.

Rodin thought that he would never be able to manipulate the power of the bloodline as easily as Lexa did.

The cool breeze of the wilderness blew, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Then a surge of qi and blood surged, and he couldn't help but stand up from the pony.

"If only I could have such a miraculous bloodline power control technique!"

Lexa was surprised by his behavior and motioned for him to calm down.

"What I just showed you is the second key to sword oil blending--harnessing, don't look at me as easy to do, I was also tortured ******** at the beginning. I can tell you definitively that this is the hardest level, and basically all beginners are stuck here. ”

"It's not like a bloody battle, but it requires you to keep your concentration in a very boring state. ”

"They couldn't endure the sturdy training of the sword oil, and they couldn't use the power of the bloodline to flexibly and accurately blend the sword oil, so they could only use primitive tools, which led to a considerable weakening of the power and performance of the final sword oil. It's a half-finished product at best. ”

"To become a true swordsmith, you have to rise to the challenge and overcome this hurdle. “

Rodin couldn't help but wonder as he listened.

"How hard is this bloodline power control method that can make people who tame the power of bloodline and become powerful people with their will collapse one after another?"

But he saw it right away.

"At my level, you can't get there overnight. Start training with me today. “

"We take one step at a time, from easy to difficult, as long as you persevere and don't give up, the honor of flint swordsmith will eventually belong to you. “

Lexa took a deep breath, his gray beard looked gloomy, and there was a hint of anticipation, "I can't support this old bone alone, I don't know how long I can last?" Rodin, you must not let me down." ”

"I can't promise you anything, all I can say is, do your best. ”

An old man with gray hair and strong spirits, and a one-eyed young man with a tall and strong figure, the two stood opposite each other.

The sky was cloudy, the wind was howling, and an invisible haze shrouded them, and a grim face was hidden in the shadows watching them.

His eyes widened, like a god looking at the ants in the world, and he showed a strange smile.

"Where will the river of destiny flow in the future?"