The father and son were silent for a long time.

Finally, Ji Feng sighed and said, "Ah Yu, today is your coming-of-age day, and my father won't talk about those things anymore." You're going to have to listen to the rest of the story, word for word, you know?"

Although he didn't know what his father was going to say, Ji Lin still took a deep breath and suppressed the negative emotions in his heart, then nodded and waited for the next step from the monsoon.

Seeing that his son's mood was stable, Ji Feng said: "Ink people, it is not uncommon in this world, as long as you have your own origin spirit ink, you can be regarded as a conceptual ink person." The ink master also has a clear division of strength, and I didn't tell you before, because I was afraid of hitting you. ”

Hearing this, Ji Lin smiled dumbly: How can I be so fragile?

Then he listened to Ji Feng continue, and even Duan Tianhan in the Sword Realm pricked up his ears and listened carefully. It turns out that the ink masters in this world are equivalent to the cultivation of the ink masters who are the "cultivators" of their place, which are nothing more than the ninefold realms - ink void, ink turbidity, ink ying, ink yuan, ink qing, ink chong, ink wu, ink ming, and ink shang. As for the theory of the immortal ghost monarch saint, it is a rumor. And each realm is divided into ten sections, nine sections are unified into ten, which is called a false breakthrough, also known as "Xiaoman", after comprehending the ink of ten sections, it is considered a breakthrough, so understanding is particularly important.

"Moxia relies on martial arts, Moke relies on inheritance, and Mojiang relies on head and hands. In the end, after listening to his father's words, Ji Lin made such an insight.

What should be said is almost done, and Ji Feng finally warned him: "Remember, the ink who can implement the Mohist thought and practice it for life is the real ink man, but the ink man outside is not necessarily the real ink man, the world is not as simple as you think, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the people's hearts are unpredictable!"

"Yes, I understand!" Ji Lin replied loudly with a nodding head.

"Haha, okay! Come on, let's go one!" laughed, and Monsoon picked up the wine bowl.

"Hey, gotta got!" Ji Lin responded happily and picked up the bowl.

"Ping!"

......

After three rounds of drinking, Monsoon paused the bowl heavily and asked drunkly: "Baby, do you say Lao Tzu is a weak and incompetent coward?"

Ji Lin, who was also drunk and had a flushed face, slapped the table emotionally:

"Where is this saying? Dad is the most powerful and courageous man I have ever seen in my life!"

Picking up the wine jar and pouring a bowl of wine, Ji Feng shook his head and said, "Lao Tzu is talking to you about a fart!"

"The fart is not something that can be released with a mouth, but it has been brewing in the body for a long time, and it will be released when the time is ripe, what you say is very wrong!"

"Duh, you kid, and you have some crooked reasoning!" Monsoon was also delirious, smiled, and walked away.

The wine rose, and Ji Lin also learned from the monsoon to dry a bowl, stood up all of a sudden, jumped on the bench behind him, stretched out his arms, and howled into the sky with pride. Monsoon also laughed like a madman.

"Dang!"

Ji Xiu, who was asleep, was awakened, lifted the quilt, put on a big black coat, held his own personal weapon, the halberd, and kicked the door open.

"Have you had enough of the noise!

Finally, the lights in the main hall were finally extinguished.

The Sword in the Realm.

In the vast white world, a crack opened one zhang long, and Duan Tianhan, who was cultivating in the Sword Middle Realm, suddenly woke up and looked at the gap in surprise, not knowing why. A voice whispered through the cracks, "Get out of this door." ”

Duan Tianhan's soul was sucked in uncontrollably. He finally opened his eyes in a real sense, and in the darkness he saw a small ball of white hair, and he heard the snoring of the monsoon in the next room, and he felt that he was lying on the earthen kang.

"What's going on? Could it be that I'm a Ji boy now?"

Duan Tianhan felt that all this was incredible, and he once again had five senses like a living person. The voice rang in his ears again, unraveling his doubts - when the consciousness of the original owner of this body fell into deep dormancy, he could take over the body for him, and when the original owner woke up, he would retreat into the realm of the sword when he was not aware of it.

Knowing this, Duan Tianhan sighed, sat up and looked out of the window of the black hole, and muttered to himself: "That's it, I didn't intend to give up, even if I can get time to come out, I can be considered content." ”

That night, Duan Tianhan used Ji Lin's body to cultivate the "Water Technique". During his lifetime, he practiced this exercise for nearly twenty years, and with the mortal spiritual root of the five elements of water, he cultivated to the peak of the third layer, but later encountered a bottleneck and could not make any progress. It wasn't until after his death that he inexplicably became a sword spirit, but he accidentally broke through the shackles and rushed into the fourth layer.

Before, he still thought it was ridiculous: he had already died, and he had become a vassal of his sword during his lifetime, so what if he advanced to the fourth level? It was only now, when he cultivated this exercise with his physical body, that he understood the meaning of this—the heavens were arranging for him to help this kid. If Ji Boy's strength improves, it can be regarded as an additional guarantee. He thought.

What deserves his attention is the round bead that Ji Lin accidentally swallowed last night, and he found its traces in the cave pool of Ji Lin's Baihui acupoint. The effect of this bead has been preliminarily presented - the Heavenly Spirit Ink Yuan from the outside world is constantly pouring into Ji Lin's acupoint, and this round bead is turning desperately, and the influx of Yuan Qi will be transformed into Xuanling Cold Ink by itself.

With the assistance of the round beads, Duan Tianhan manipulated these Xuanling cold inks to impact other acupoints. The little fox next to the pillow woke up quietly, and felt the unusually rich Heavenly Spirit Mo Yuan around him, so he approached Duan Tianhan with joy, absorbing the overflowing Heavenly Spirit Mo Yuan, and desperately taking advantage. As a teenager who has not entered the rivers and lakes, Ji Lin can be afraid of pain, and as a ronin who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, Duan Tianhan completely treats pain as food, and in just one night, he has opened up the ten major acupoints!

After finishing the work, Duan Tianhan returned to the Sword Realm, and sighed: "It is like breaking through ten levels, nine deaths and one danger, fortunately!"

At this time, the sky in the east was already white, and the Heavenly Spirit Moyuan gathered here slowly dispersed, and the little fox who took advantage of the night continued to sleep. Ji Lin's own consciousness also woke up.

He frowned, rubbed his stiff legs, and said to himself, "Strange thing, why am I in this posture when I wake up?

He got up, pulled on his shoes and walked to his desk, picked up a pen in his hand, and waved it on his cloth to write a large character -- "Ji". The words are closed outside and inside, and there is a sense of turbidity in every stroke, which is not like another "season" word on the cloth that supports the wind and weak willows.

Ji Lin was puzzled, so he simply stopped dwelling on this problem, put on a black cloth short coat, pushed the heels of his shoes on, and began to pack his luggage. Just some clothes and coils, and some dry food. He was reluctant to use the brocade that Ji embroidery gave him, so he just wrapped these things in a large square cloth, but it didn't take up much space, just a small bag.

When he finished packing up and was about to leave through the window, he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. He put the little fox on his shoulder and went out through the main entrance. There was no one in the front hall, and the room was unusually quiet with the wine bowls on the table. Yes, it's just too quiet, and now that it's all bright in the east, it stands to reason that my sister should have gotten up early and started to work on breakfast. But there was clearly no one in the stove.

Then the little fox suddenly leaped forward, jumped onto the table, and picked up something as if it were a letter.

"Well, the little guy is quite clever. Is this letter for me?" Ji Lin took the envelope, tore it along the edge, took out the letter paper, and picked it up to read.

"Ah Yu:

Forgive my father and sister for saying goodbye. Boy, don't relax when we are away, Tianyun Mountain is not a lifelong habitat after all. You have to go to the bottom of the mountain, to experience, to break through, to sail, to create your own world, write your own legend!

Why are we leaving? You must be wondering this question. Last night I talked to you about your mother, and then I went back to the house and thought about it all night, and I still made up my mind -- I am a man in the monsoon and Ji Zilu! A man should stand up to the sky and the earth, and be worthy of the sky and the earth!

Take away your sister, this decision was also thought about overnight. Your sister is also a strong ink man, following me can not only train her, but also give me a hand, and your sister is afraid of delaying you.

Dad doesn't know if you want to be an ink man, and he doesn't know what you want to do. But once you've decided which path you want to take, you have to stay the course. You are not too young, and you should know how to choose and how to decide.

Your personality is still very kind and good-tempered, unlike the two of us. But sometimes your ideas are too subjective and extreme, and some things don't know how to change. Remember, there are two sides to everything, the worst things are not necessarily without benefits, the best things can also bring disadvantages, you have to learn to seek evil in good, good in evil, identity can not determine a person's good or bad, a market hooligan may also be noble than the ink, and an ink man may not even be as good as the market hooligan.

Also, don't hold it in your heart when something doesn't go your way, and learn to resolve it, otherwise your personality will be distorted because of this, and you may not even know yourself. You can treat heaven and earth as your friends and confide in them about your sufferings.

Now stay away, the book is empty, and I don't know what to do. ”

The letter was a little long, but Ji Lin still read it word by word, with a stiff expression, unable to see joy, anger and sorrow. His hand strained unconsciously, and as soon as the letter was finished, the letter paper was crumpled, placed on the table, and went out with his luggage and the little fox.

Folding a thick branch and carrying the luggage, Ji Lin silently turned around, turned back three times one step at a time, reluctantly looked at the distant hut, and continued to bury his head and walk forward.