Bone Dissolving Technique: Wood Attribute Internal Strength Auxiliary Technique.
He Yiming looked up at the sky and sighed. Could it be that this was the will of the heavens?
Ever since he advanced to the sixth level of Internal Strength cultivation, every time he advanced, the techniques he chose with his eyes closed were all auxiliary Internal Strength Cultivation Techniques.
Not only did he not have any Internal Strength Cultivation Techniques, he did not even have any combat techniques.
If it was only once or twice, it was just luck. But four times in a row …
Even though He Yiming did not believe in ghosts and gods, he could not help but mutter in his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming still took the secret manual and placed it on the table and chair in the hall. He still did not choose to change the secret manual. If this was fate, then he would accept it calmly.
Of course, in his heart, he actually understood that this was basically a matter of luck. It was just that his luck was a bit too strange.
After laying the secret manual in front of him, He Yiming calmed his mind and began to copy it seriously.
When copying the secret manual, no one dared to be distracted in the slightest.
Although this was only an auxiliary Internal Strength Cultivation Technique, it was still comprehended by the senior experts bit by bit. Every word in it was the condensation of their painstaking efforts. If a moment of carelessness caused a mistake in copying, then when cultivating, it would be a huge problem.
However, with He Yiming's current Internal Strength Cultivation Technique and his strange and unbelievable meridians' endurance, a mere auxiliary Internal Strength Cultivation Technique could not cause fatal damage to him. However, no one was willing to look for trouble, especially when it came to the cultivation of inner strength.
Inexplicably, He Yiming's entire mind was focused on the tip of the pen in his hand.
He did not deliberately want to do this, but unknowingly, he had already entered this state that he himself could not explain.
He seemed to have forgotten the secret manual on the table, forgotten the pen in his hand, and even forgotten himself.
At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling that he had disappeared. What existed was no longer him, but the pen in his hand.
When all his energy was focused on the pen, the pen seemed to have a life and became magical. It was as if He Yiming's life and wisdom had been transferred to the pen, making it "alive".
If someone was watching at this moment, then they would be surprised to find that.
He Yiming's wrist was as steady as Mount Tai, and the pen was as if it was assisted by God. Moreover, the words and drawings under the pen were exactly the same as the original. There was not a single difference.
If it were a scholar, it would be impossible to achieve this without dozens of years of hard work. Moreover, one would need to have great talent to achieve this.
However, at this moment, He Yiming's body underwent such a strange change. It was indeed magical.
Just as He Yiming's mind was inexplicably focused and entered this magical state, He Quanxin and He Laibao, who were in the two side rooms of the library's side hall, were startled awake at the same time.
Their inner force cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level, and they had a slight ability to sense the changes in the airflow in the outside world.
At this moment, they suddenly felt a pure and powerful aura in the middle of the hall.
The aura was not a provocation, but a kind of magical power that seemed to be omnipresent, all-encompassing, and all-encompassing.
A strange feeling arose in their hearts at the same time. It was as if they had arrived at a place with lakes, mountains, and mist. As far as the eye could see, it was a beautiful night lake, causing them to linger on and forget to return. It was difficult for them to control themselves.
After a moment, their bodies trembled slightly, and they broke free from the illusion. However, the shock in their hearts had reached an indescribable level.
For some reason, they walked out of the room at the same time and arrived at the courtyard outside.
Of course, they knew who was in the hall, but they could not figure out what had happened inside.
However, the environment earlier did not bring any negative effects to them. Instead, it seemed to have cleansed their souls, and they actually felt ethereal. Furthermore, when they tried their best to leave, they did not encounter any obstacles.
Under such circumstances, even an idiot would understand that what they had experienced earlier was not a bad thing.
The only two ninth level experts in the He Family Manor looked at each other and saw the surprise, astonishment, and confusion in each other's eyes.
He Quanxin made a gesture and said in a bug-like voice, "Uncle Bao, you see …"
He Laibao shook his head without hesitation and said in the same soft voice, "Don't disturb him."
They nodded heavily, and both of them understood each other's thoughts. The two of them spread out slightly and maintained a certain distance, monitoring the entire courtyard.
Because they already knew that something miraculous must have happened to He Yiming inside, and this kind of thing could only be beneficial and not harmful to him. Since that was the case, they naturally had to do everything possible to keep Yiming in this state.
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After a long while, He Yiming exhaled deeply and slowly put down the brush in his hand.
It turned out that his brush was flying, and he had completely copied down the entire book without taking a breath.
Although he had cultivated the Breath Holding Technique, but when he used the Breath Holding Technique, the cultivator's spirit would enter a hazy state, and he could not make any big movements.
If he used the Breath Holding Technique while fighting with others, he would be seeking his own death.
However, although He Yiming did not fight with anyone just now, the energy he used to copy the secret book was no small matter. But even so, the breath of Qi in his dantian was still circulating endlessly, and did not relax at all. It was not until he finished copying the entire book that he finally released it.
He exhaled all the turbid Qi in his body in one breath. This breath was endless, as if it would never end.
It was not until this breath was completely exhaled that he raised his head, and his spirit and thoughts returned to his body little by little.
And the magical power and aura that permeated outside completely disappeared at this moment.
Looking at his hand and the brush, He Yiming scratched his head inexplicably, and his memory of what had just happened was somewhat blurry.
Although he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have entered a strange state, but what annoyed him was that this feeling was like the moon in the water, and he could not grasp it at all.
"Okay."
A loud voice came from outside the house. This voice was somewhat unfamiliar, but He Yiming's heart moved slightly, and he immediately understood who it was.
He hesitated for a moment, then immediately went forward to open the door.
Eldest Uncle He Quanxin and his old servant, He Laibao, stood side by side outside the door. He Laibao was the one who had cheered earlier.
He Yiming did not dare to slight this elder, who enjoyed a high status in the clan. He bowed deeply and said, "Grandfather Bao, I'm really sorry to have startled you."
He Laibao smiled and waved his hand. "Sixth Young Master, you're too polite."
He Quanxin never married and had been by He Wude's side for decades. When he grew old, he also retired in the He Family Manor.
To him, the He Clan's children and grandchildren were no different from his own children and grandchildren. The more powerful He Yiming was, the happier he was.
On the other hand, He Quanxin looked up and asked, "Yiming, what were you doing just now?"
He Yiming didn't hide it, because even he himself didn't understand what had just happened.
"Eldest Uncle, I was copying a secret book just now."
"Copying a secret book?"
He Quanxin and He Laibao exchanged glances, then quickly glanced at the table in the middle of the hall.
There was indeed a secret book and some paper on the table. The ink on the paper had not dried yet. With one look, they knew that someone had been copying something just now.
The two of them frowned at the same time. Could something strange have happened when copying a secret book?
Especially He Laibao, who had been guarding this place for dozens of years, and most of the books in the library were copied from the original books. However, in his memory, he had never encountered such a strange thing.
After pondering for a moment, He Quanxin asked, "Yiming, when you were copying, did you encounter anything …"
He frowned. He could not describe the feeling just now.
He Yiming nodded and said, "Eldest Uncle, when I was copying, I seemed to have felt a strange state. However, when I stopped, I could not enter anymore."
He Quanxin asked a few questions in surprise. Only then did he confirm that the matter just now was related to Yiming. However, it was a pity that this strange state was not under his control. He could not help but feel that it was a pity.
The two elders tried their best to say a few words and then left. He Yiming was unwilling to give up. He put the Dissolving Bone Technique back to its original place and took out the secret books of Rolling Stone Fist and Soft Palm. He copied the contents of the last ten levels of these two secret books.
This time, when he was copying, He Yiming tried many times to merge his mind into the tip of the brush in his hand. However, it was a pity that he did not succeed until he finished copying again.
In desperation, He Yiming could only take the three copied secret manuals back to his courtyard.
However, he had a vague premonition that sooner or later, he would definitely be able to enter this mysterious state and completely control it in his hands!
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