Chapter 92 Not That Stupid

A few days later, in the early morning.

Before the hour of Mao, the sound of clinking hammers could be heard from the fire workshop.

In a foundry room, steam was rising. The shirtless Yuan Ming was holding a foundry hammer, continuously hitting the embryonic iron on the anvil, and bright red sparks were flying everywhere.

His expression was focused, his eyes were focused on the embryonic iron, and there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes.

His arm was closely connected to the foundry hammer. It seemed that he was just simply grasping it, but in fact, he was secretly operating the object-driving technique, infusing the magic power into the hammer, forming a sense of being able to control it as if it were his arm.

Yuan Ming smashed down one hammer after another, and the speed was getting faster and faster, constantly approaching the target.

"Dangdangdang..."

The urgent sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate, and finally formed a unique rhythm.

Eight hundred and thirty-seven, eight hundred and thirty-eight...

Nine hundred and forty-one, nine hundred and forty-two, nine hundred and forty-three...

Yuan Ming was sweating all over, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's almost done, it's almost done..." Yuan Ming gritted his teeth, but kept repeating in his heart.

978, 979...

His arms were already stiff, and the action of swinging the hammer began to deform a little, but he was still trying to control it, not letting the hammer fall with any deviation.

But when human power is limited, it is not something that can be overcome by will alone.

The moment the 981st hammer fell, the originally crisp and pleasant sound showed a hint of dullness that should not have been there.

Yuan Ming knew that he had failed again.

He stopped his action and stopped hammering meaninglessly, watching the embryo iron on the anvil cool down little by little.

The fire marten, who had been watching from the side, also noticed Yuan Ming's loss, and quickly ran to him, stretched out his claws to grab the casting hammer, as if to help him continue to hammer.

Yuan Ming touched its head and smiled and put the casting hammer aside.

He was not actually feeling lost, but just reflecting. Because his soul power was not weak, his practice of driving things was going smoothly, but he still had some distance to master it, which was the main reason for his failure in refining embryos.

At this time, a figure came over from a distance, it was Fang Ge.

"Your progress is faster than I thought. You have made such great progress in just a few days. You can hammer out 981 hammers in a row, which is enough to refine spirit beast saddles and seats. It can be said that your level has surpassed most of the disciples in the Fire Refining Hall." He came to Yuan Ming and stopped, looked up and down at Yuan Ming, and said.

"Thank you for your compliments, but I am still 19 hammers away from that goal." Yuan Ming said.

"A slight mistake can lead to a thousand miles of error. It seems that there are only 19 hammers away, but in fact it is still far away." Fang Ge nodded and said seriously.

Yuan Ming wanted to continue to say a few polite words, but he swallowed them back. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He thought, are you here to encourage me or to hurt me?

"I understand that my gap is not just the problem of nineteen hammers, but also in strength, skills, and even concentration. There is still a big gap." Yuan Ming thought for a while and said so.

"It can be seen that you don't really like refining equipment, so I don't understand. Master has already told you that you don't need to sift materials to refine embryos, but why do you insist on doing so, and even put in more effort than others?" Fang Ge asked with a puzzled look on his serious face.

"Because I don't like to take detours." Yuan Ming looked at this serious senior brother and replied.

"Huh?" Fang Ge was even more puzzled.

"When I encounter a mountain, I prefer to climb over it instead of going around it." Yuan Ming explained with a smile.

"Very good! In this case, you are very close to the goal of a thousand hammers." Fang Ge also smiled when he heard this.

...

At night.

A full moon hangs in the west, and the clear moonlight like water splashes and shines into the window.

Yuan Ming was sitting cross-legged in the room with his eyes closed, holding an incense burner in his arms, his whole body shrouded in a hazy light, practicing the "Underworld Moon Art".

Huo Chan'er leaned comfortably at his feet, his eyes slightly closed, half asleep and half awake.

Yuan Ming's mind was sitting and observing himself, and he could clearly see the inner scene of his sea of ​​consciousness. The hidden dangers caused by practicing the fur-covering technique had been basically firmly suppressed by him.

The dark red mist that permeated his sea of ​​consciousness had been honestly driven to the edge, and dared not make any more mistakes.

Yuan Ming pinched the magic formula with both hands, silently recited the magic formula of the Underworld Moon Art in his heart, and his mind began to gather and his power continued to concentrate.

Suddenly, one of his thoughts came to his mind, and the power of his consciousness began to rush out of the sea of ​​consciousness and explore the meridians around his body.

He wanted to try to complete the inner vision of all the meridians.

When the power of the consciousness rushed out, it first split into two forces, entering the Ren Meridian and the Du Meridian respectively.

These two are the largest yin and yang meridians in the human body. Once the mind enters, one can clearly see the Ren Meridian going down from the forehead, through the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, the throat, the chest, and all the way down to the groin.

The acupuncture points in the middle are like post stations on a post road, lighting up one place after another.

The mind that enters the Du Meridian looks inward all the way, going down along the middle spine behind the head. Along the way, there are beacon towers built like the Great Wall, and each acupuncture point corresponds to it, burning with blazing fire.

When the two streams of mind split, Yuan Ming only felt a dull pain in his head, but it was still tolerable.

But after the two streams split, there are still seven meridians on the head and face: the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot Shaoyang, the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang, the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, the Triple Burner Meridian of Hand Shaoyang, the Small Intestine Meridian of Hand Taiyang, and the Liver Meridian of Foot Jueyin.

The divine consciousness also needs to enter these seven meridians at the same time, so it needs to be divided into seven more.

In order to make progress in the practice of "Mingyue Jue", Yuan Ming made up his mind and had an idea.

The next moment, his seven scattered divine consciousnesses entered these meridians at the same time and began to look inward.

For a moment, the inner scenes of the meridians and the acupoints around the body were all clearly displayed in Yuan Ming's mind.

Yuan Ming's head seemed to explode, and he felt an unbearable pain.

He clenched his teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to open his eyes and give up the attack, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.

This was a severe pain that caused muscle spasms all over the body.

Huochan'er, who was leaning at his feet, was awakened by Yuan Ming's abnormality and opened his eyes.

It looked at Yuan Ming's pale face, sweat on his forehead, and trembling all over, and couldn't help but squeaked anxiously.

At this moment, it suddenly saw a silver shadow standing on the ancient pine tree outside the window, and immediately arched its back and bared its teeth towards that side.

The shadow walked gracefully and gradually walked out of the shade of the tree, revealing a soft silver-white hair in the moonlight, emitting light all over, looking noble and elegant.

The little fire marten did not relax its vigilance because of the beautiful appearance of the silver cat. Instead, a faint fire light lit up in its bared mouth.

However, the silver cat did not care about its warning and intimidation at all, and still walked along the branches with elegant steps, and landed on the windowsill with a light jump.

Just when the fire marten felt threatened and was about to attack, its eyes suddenly met the silver cat's pair of heterochromatic pupils.

A psychedelic and weird light lit up in the pupils, and the little fire marten found that the scenery in front of him changed, as if he saw a hill of fire crystals and fire jade piled up.

Its eyes were psychedelic, and the corners of its mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing a smile-like arc, but it seemed to think of Yuan Ming's danger, and struggled hard to resist the temptation.

But when those fire crystals and fire jade rolled down towards it, it still couldn't resist the temptation and couldn't help but pounce on it.

It's not that it has no bones, it's just that there are too many fire crystals.

The silver cat glanced at the little fire marten rolling on the ground, kicking its legs, and licking the air with its tongue, with contempt in her eyes.

Then, her eyes fell on Yuan Ming.

At this moment, Yuan Ming's face was not only pale, his brows were furrowed, and his face was painful.

His spiritual consciousness had almost come out in full force, wanting to travel through all the meridians in one fell swoop, and then rush straight to the dantian, taking all three internal scenes into the internal vision, and completing a thorough sitting meditation.

But halfway through, he felt that the scattered spiritual consciousness began to lose some of its strength.

"Is it because the strength of the spiritual consciousness is not enough?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

After a short hesitation, the remaining spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness began to flow out and flow towards the meridians.

Yuan Ming's spiritual vision expanded instantly, and the twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians were all seen through at this moment.

"Idiot."

At this moment, the voice of the silver cat suddenly sounded from Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt that the voice was very different from before, and it seemed very far away from him and a little erratic.

Before he could respond, he felt that his mind was suddenly empty, and a strong chaotic killing thought surged in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was difficult to contain.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the dark red mist that was originally suppressed began to spread wildly, and there was no spiritual power to suppress it, and it began to erode Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

And Yuan Ming's spiritual thoughts scattered in the meridians were like soldiers fighting outside, who were hit directly by others. It was too late to go back and rescue.

Just as his sea of ​​consciousness was about to be completely invaded, a clear moonlight enveloped it, and a ethereal and mysterious chanting sounded in Yuan Ming's ears.

In his already eroded sea of ​​consciousness, a light suddenly appeared, and the dark red mist was immediately forced back.

Yuan Ming finally got a chance to breathe, and his mind immediately began to converge and return to the sea of ​​consciousness. After a long time, it stabilized again.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

Yuan Ming's eyes condensed slightly, first looking at Huo Chan'er rolling on the ground, and then looking at the windowsill.

A beautiful and mysterious silver cat was squatting gracefully on the windowsill, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes were looking at him with contempt, just like looking at the stupid little fire marten before.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming stood up and thanked the silver cat.

The silver cat glanced at the incense burner in his hand, ignored it, and after a slight hesitation, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stay." Seeing this, Yuan Ming hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay.

The silver cat paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned half of its head to look over.

"You gave me the "Underworld Moon Art" before because you saw that I had the disadvantage of the backlash of the fur-covering technique, so you did it on purpose, right?" Yuan Ming asked.

"You can still be saved... You're not stupid enough." The silver cat finally responded, but still had nothing good to say.

"As expected, I owe you a favor." Yuan Ming said sincerely without caring.