Bone-transforming technique: Auxiliary exercises of wood-based internal strength.

He Yiming looked up to the sky and sighed, could it be that there was really a providence in the dark.

Ever since he had been promoted to the sixth level of internal strength cultivation, the exercises he had selected with his eyes closed every time he advanced had turned out to be all auxiliary internal strength exercises.

Not only is there no internal strength major exercises, but there is not even a book of combat techniques.

If it is said that it is single and secondary, it is just luck. But four times in a row......

Even He Yiming, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming still brought this secret book to the table and chair in the hall. He still didn't choose to swap cheats, and if this was fate, then he accepted it as well.

Of course, in his heart, he actually understands that this is basically a relationship of luck, but his luck is a little too weird.

Laying out the cheats in front of him, He Yiming restrained his mind and began to transcribe it seriously.

When transcribing cheats, no one dares to be distracted in the slightest.

Although this is just an auxiliary internal strength cultivation exercise, it is still realized by the predecessors and masters bit by bit. Every word in this is the condensation of their painstaking efforts. If you make a mistake in copying because of a momentary negligence, then when you are cultivating, you will encounter great trouble.

However, with He Yiming's internal strength cultivation at the moment, as well as his weird and incredible meridian endurance, it is impossible for a mere auxiliary internal strength to bring him fatal damage. It's just that no one wants to have nothing to do, especially when it comes to internal cultivation, which is more and more so.

Inexplicably, He Yiming's entire mind was condensed into the tip of the pen in his hand.

He didn't deliberately want to do this, but unconsciously, he had entered this state that he couldn't explain.

He seems to have forgotten the cheats on his desk, the pen in his hand, and even himself.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling that his person had disappeared, and what existed was no longer him, but the pen in his hand.

When all his energy is focused on this pen, this pen seems to have life and become magical, as if He Yiming's life and wisdom have been transferred to this pen and let it "live".

If someone were watching at this moment, they would be surprised.

He Yiming's wrist is as steady as Mount Tai, his pen is like a divine help, and the fonts and pictures on his pen are exactly the same as the original, without even the slightest difference.

If you want to do this as a literati, it is impossible without decades of pen power, and you need to have a strong talent to do this.

However, at this moment, such a strange change has taken place in He Yiming's body, which is indeed miraculous.

Just when He Yiming's spirit was inexplicably concentrated and entered this magical realm, He Quanxin and He Laibao in the two side rooms in the side hall of the Library Pavilion woke up at the same time.

Their internal strength cultivation had already reached the peak of the ninth layer, and they also had a slight ability to sense changes in the air flow of the outside world.

At this moment, they suddenly felt that within the middle hall, a pure and powerful aura emanated.

This breath is not a provocation to them, but a kind of poignant, as if it is an all-pervasive, all-encompassing, all-encompassing magical power.

They invariably had a strange feeling, that is, they had come to a place with lakes and mountains, smoke and water, and as far as they could see, there was a beautiful scenery of the night lake, which made people forget to return, and it was difficult for them to return.

After a moment, their bodies trembled slightly, and they had been freed from this illusion, but their hearts were shocked to a point that was difficult to describe in words.

Inexplicably, they walked out of the room at the same time and came to the courtyard outside.

Of course they knew who was in the hall, but they couldn't figure out what had happened inside.

However, the environment just now did not bring them any negative effects, but it was as if their minds had been cleansed, and there was an ethereal feeling. And when they tried to quit, they didn't encounter any obstacles.

In this case, the idiot also understands that what has just been experienced is not a bad thing.

The two only two ninth-layer masters in Hejiazhuang glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of surprise, shock, and doubt in each other's eyes.

He Quanxin made a gesture and said in a worm-like voice: "Uncle Bao, you see ......"

He Laibao shook his head without hesitation, and said in the same low voice, "Don't disturb him." ”

Nodding heavily, they both understood each other's thoughts. The two of them spread out slightly, kept a certain distance, and monitored the entire courtyard.

Because they already know that some kind of magical thing must have happened to He Yiming inside, and this kind of thing is only good and not bad for Yiming, since this is the case, of course they have to do everything possible to keep Yiming in this state as much as possible.

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After a long time, He Yiming let out a long breath and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

It turned out that he was flying like a pen and completely transcribed a book, and he didn't even change his breath during the period.

Although he had practiced the Breath-Holding Technique, when he performed the Breath-Holding Technique, the cultivator's own spirit would also enter a hazy realm, and he would not be able to make any big moves.

If you fight people while using breath-holding techniques, you are killing yourself.

However, although He Yiming didn't fight with anyone just now, the energy he spent copying the cheats was also extraordinary. But even so, his dantian qi was still circulating, without a little slackness, until all the books were copied, and he finally let go.

With this breath, he exhaled all the turbid qi in his body, and the breath was endless, seemingly endless.

It wasn't until he had exhaled all this breath that he raised his head, and his spiritual thoughts returned to his body little by little.

And the magical power and aura that permeated the outside completely disappeared at this moment.

Looking at his hand and the pen, He Yiming disturbed his scalp inexplicably, and his memory of just now was a little blurry.

Although he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have entered some kind of strange realm, to his chagrin, this feeling was like a mirror in the mirror, and he couldn't grasp it at all.

"Good. ”

A loud voice came from outside the house, this voice was a little unfamiliar, but He Yiming's heart moved slightly, and he immediately understood who this was.

He hesitated, then stepped forward and opened the door.

Uncle He Quanxin and the old servant He Laibao stood side by side outside the door, and the applause came from He Laibao's mouth.

For this old man who enjoys a high status in the family, He Yiming does not dare to slack off in the slightest. He bowed deeply and said, "Grandpa Bao, I'm really sorry to alarm you." ”

He Laibao waved his hand with a smile on his face and said, "Sixth Young Master, you are too polite. ”

He never married in his life, and he has been by He Wude's side for decades, until he was old, and he also retired in Hejiazhuang.

For him, these children and grandchildren of the He family are no different from his children and grandchildren. The stronger He Yiming's strength became, the happier he was.

He Quanxin's eyes were slightly raised, and he asked, "Yiming, what were you doing just now?"

He Yiming didn't hide it, because even he didn't understand what had just happened.

"Uncle, I was just transcribing a secret book. ”

"Transcribe cheats?"

He Quanxin and He Laibao glanced at each other, their eyes quickly scanning the table in the hall.

On the desktop, there is indeed a cheat book and some paper, and the ink on the paper has not yet dried, as long as you look at it, you can know that someone is indeed copying something just now.

The brows of the two of them furrowed at the same time, could it be that something strange would happen to copy the cheats?

Especially He Laibao, who has been guarding here for decades, and most of the books in the library are copied by him from the original, but in his memory, he has never encountered such a strange thing.

After a deep sigh, He Quanxin asked, "Yiming, did you encounter any ...... when you transcribed?"

He frowned, unable to describe the feeling he had just felt.

He Yiming nodded again and again, and said, "Uncle, when the little nephew was transcribing, he seemed to feel a strange state, but when I stopped, I couldn't go in anymore. ”

He Quanxin asked a few words in surprise, and then he was sure that the incident just now was indeed related to Yiming. But it's a pity that this strange state is not under his control, and he can't help but feel deep regret for it.

The two elders struggled for a few words, and then retreated. And He Yiming was unwilling, put the bone transformation technique back in place, took out the secret books of the Rolling Stone Fist and the Mianzhang, and copied the contents of the last tenth layer of these two secret books.

When transcribing this time, He Yiming tried many times to integrate the spirit into the tip of the pen in his hand, but unfortunately, until he finished transcribing again, he still did not succeed.

In desperation, He Yiming had no choice but to return to his courtyard with these three transcribed cheats.

However, he had a vague premonition that sooner or later, he would definitely be able to enter this magical realm and completely control it!