Originally, Mingjin didn't know its race or name, so she could only call it casually, because she always remembered its silky and fluffy body - no matter how calm and restrained she was, she was still a young woman after all.
So she subconsciously gave it this name, but she didn't expect its reaction to be so big. It suddenly overturned the wooden house that its huge body could never enter. After the crash, it rushed up and hugged it.
Live in Mingjin.
Crying.
Ming Jin: "???"
She was stunned for a while before she figured it out and said, "Although I may offend you or disappoint you, I'm probably not the same person I used to be. But, did he also call you Da Mao?"
She had already guessed that the other person was probably a peerless figure from Die Lianhua's earlier era, but in her impression, the person from Die Lianhua was either a powerful, free-spirited and domineering person, such as Fei Wudao.
Either he is a person with high martial arts skills and a very upright person, such as Jian Wuya.
Or she is a martial arts woman like her mother.
But no matter what kind of person he is, he will not call such a tyrannical beast a big hair.
The strange beast shook his head, wondering why she said he was not that person, but her scent was clearly the same.
"Woo..." It whimpered, and suddenly raised its big paw and handed it to her.
Ming Jin didn't understand its meaning at first, but she soon understood.
"Do you think I'm angry that you didn't let me touch your fur before? But I...well, even if I'm angry."
Ming Jin suddenly thought that sometimes the truth may not be pleasing to the ear, but would be even more sad. If someone in this world could successfully lie to her all the time, it would actually be good.
But no.
She changed her tone, assumed someone else's identity for the first time, and took the initiative to deceive... a big strange beast.
Like coaxing a child.
It was happy, really happy, and the terrible vulgar people huddled together, their eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.
Ming Jin: "...."
If someone like Lin Zong saw this, they might even plot to get her blood. They could just get some meat buns or bone sticks to trick it.
"Well, are you happy?"
"Then I'll do something, and you'll follow me?"
Ming Jin looked around, picked up a wooden board from the local materials, and suddenly realized that the sword was gone. She had gone out to lure it away, but after being bitten by it, she knew she was dead, and she was unwilling to bury the sword Jin Lianyun gave her?
So he threw it out and stuck it on the ground not far away? I hope that future generations can make good use of it.
It was all considered at the time, but now it was inappropriate? But it didn't matter? She used her inner strength to break out a few wooden boards, took them to the lake to wash them, and then placed them on the ground to wait for them to dry.
While waiting, she crossed her legs and adjusted her inner breath while feeling the changes in her body.
The hidden disease that was suppressed four years ago has recurred again? She doesn't know whether this is good or bad, but the other change is definitely good. She feels that her internal energy is running much faster and her internal energy is also surging a lot.
She has just broken through the realm of sword heart transparency? But now her internal power is even more powerful than Li Baiyi, who has broken through for four years.
At least he has been in the realm of Kenshin Tongmei for ten years.
Is this Nine Heavens Sword Embryo so terrifying? No wonder those people flock to it.
Ming Jin finished his breath adjustment, and Da Mao, who had been napping next to him, was so happy that he sat up, only to find that she was busy again.
Digging.
Ming Jin dug the soil and mixed the soil with water. When the viscosity was about the same, he lightly covered the surface of the Jiutian Sword Tire with a layer of contamination. Then he rolled it on a clean wooden board.
It was very unsuccessful at first, and it was much blurry. She tried many times, and finally after scrapping six boards, the seventh one was almost clear.
Are there mud marks on the board? The font is also revealed.
Sure enough? It’s a micro-carving of words.
Ming Jin looked at the tiny font in front of him and suddenly realized: This is ancient Zhou inscriptions. By the way, the altar on the platform of the secret cave outside is also in ancient Zhou inscriptions.
Zhou ancient writing is not detailed, and usually one word can have many meanings. These micro-engraved words may seem like a lot, but in fact they are not many, but they contain many meanings-especially the previous paragraph.
Although she was taught by her father and grandfather when she was young, in private, her mother also secretly taught her an ancient writing.
At that time, she thought that her mother might be some secret tribe left over from the Great Zhou Dynasty, so she kept it secret and did not dare to let her father and others know about it.
Zhou Guwen has always been profound and difficult to learn. Although she is smart and has always been keen on this, it took a long time. However, her mother was sad and happy about this. She guessed that the latter was deeply affected by it during the learning process.
Damn, she is such a playful person after all.
Thinking of the past, Ming Jin ignored the mud stains left on the body of the Jiutian Sword and stroked it with her palms. Her eyebrows were a little gentle, but it did not prevent her from translating the meaning of these ancient texts: "I, the Second Wuxin, am a member of the Dielianhua Chuang Sect.
, carrying my father's relics here. My father survived the mysterious changes in the world, was blessed by heaven, and changed his bloodline. However, I am grateful for the impermanence of the world, the vicissitudes of the world, and the death of my parents. I don't know how far the years are, and the road is blocked.
The elder, fearing that he would be deprived of the kindness of this thing, and also fearing that it would be exposed and cause great disaster to the world, entrusted the big cat to guard it. The big cat is a strange beast that survived the same accident as my father. It is hidden deep in the mountains and fields. I encountered it after the accident.
It experienced fighting, grew up together, and finally suppressed it. Although I conquered it by force at first, I could feel its spirituality and innocence, so I made a covenant to let it guard this thing, hoping that it would restrain itself and never stop.
Indulging wildness will only provoke criticism and murder from outsiders. I also remember that time goes by, no one is eternal, and I don’t know what the future will be like. If any of my descendants get it, I hope to cherish it and make good use of it, but this thing is very mysterious and difficult to control.
, Hill cultivates this secret technique and tempers himself. The last word: He who is not one of the heavens and the outside cannot be fully controlled. The sword has double edges, hurt yourself and others. Don't let yourself become a slave of strength. You need endless restraint and control.
I would like to express my calm will."
Mingjin, read down, it is a piece of thinking.
The swordsmanship she is currently majoring in is the secret book left behind by her mother. Strangely enough, she can not only feel her mother's fierceness when she passed away, but also feel her love for her after she died.
It's as if she deliberately wants to cut off all contact with her daughter, but she still hopes that she will grow up healthily and there is a glimmer of hope that she can gain the strength to protect herself.
As a swordsman, the only thing left to her is the family swordsmanship she has practiced since she was a child.
"Chen Dunjian".
Yun Mei was scared before because she recognized it.
Ming Jin's talent is astonishing, and her physique also has great advantages, as if she was born for it. But the problem is that she became powerful all at once, without any foundation. She spent a lot of resources to practice rapidly in just four years, but she also failed.
Therefore, I have some shackles, which is the lack of deep foundation.
Ming Jin knew where her shortcomings were. "Chen Dunjian" was a rare top-level swordsmanship in the world. It was so profound, but she lacked the corresponding mental skills - there are people who love Die Lianhua, and all the Die Lian she knew
Everyone who loves flowers has learned this, but she is not, she is not a butterfly-loving flower person.
So, this is the shackles.
Now, the ancestor of Die Lianhua has left a book that is closer to the core of her mind and has passed it into her hands.
At that moment, Ming Jin inexplicably felt that his destiny might be inseparable from these three gentle and affectionate words for the rest of his life.
After all, this is also my elder.
Ming Jin lowered her head, as if she had returned to that day. She put on a bamboo hat and went out with a sword. But when she passed the threshold, she paused and reached out to touch the beautiful hibiscus flowers growing beside the arch. Her movements were particularly gentle.
Nostalgic.
Chapter completed!