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Chapter 266 Practicing Chinese Characters
Xu Ming was suddenly confused by Lin Anguo's excuse.

Bet on him?

This is a bit too high of him. In Xu Ming's mind, his talent in the Dao of the Sword is considered extremely lucky.

Although I have the heart to comprehend the lineage of the formation, but I use it as a secondary auxiliary comprehension to confirm with the Dao of the Sword, so as to break through the bottleneck of the Dao of the Saber as soon as possible. If I follow Lin Anguo's words, I will eventually To fight against the Lin family who claims to be number one in the Kyushu Formation of Myriad Realms.

Looking at it like this now, it might be a bit too child's play.

Moreover, Lin Anguo's lifespan is only seven days, and seven days is imminent for a person who knows nothing about formations.

Although Xu Ming was confident in his talent, he was not arrogant enough to reach the same advanced level as Lin Anguo within seven days.

Could it be that the understanding of the lineage of the formation has been confirmed by the mouths of several seniors such as Baidi.

Within seven days, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult to get started.

It's just that Lin Anguo had already expected all this. Since he had put all his treasures on Xu Ming, he naturally had a corresponding method to allow him to enter the gate of the formation in a short time.

Xu Ming was naturally happy to accept Lin Anguo's generous teachings, but he couldn't bear to hide anything from a dying person.

"Uncle Lin, you are about the same age as my father, whom I have never met, so I dare to call you Uncle Lin."

"It's just Uncle Lin, I'm afraid I'm not very talented, and I can't learn the essence of the formation within seven days. If I miss your major event in the future, I will feel uneasy in my conscience."

When Lin Anguo heard this, the smile on his face never disappeared. This was a man who was at the end of his rope and was about to die.

Xu Ming's outspokenness, as well as the determination in his bones, are what made Lin Anguo praise him.

If Xu Ming hadn't come to save himself and the boy this time, I'm afraid Lin Anguo wouldn't have taught Xu Ming his formation skills.

Because in his eyes, those who are favored by him and refuse to save him are naturally extremely selfish.

How could I entrust Xiaotong to such a person, but fortunately he did not make a mistake.

In his view, the talent in the lineage of the formation is simply something outside the body, and only those with a pure heart can go further on the road of cultivation.

Moreover, he can also take the little boy with him to fulfill his last wish during his lifetime.

Xu Ming had nothing to do with Lin Anguo's rhetoric. In fact, deep down in his heart, he had some sympathy for this dark and polite man who was about to die.

Since he intends to pass on the essence of the Lin family's lineage to himself, how can he have no reason to accept it, if he is making excuses, I'm afraid it will chill the heart of this former leader.

Originally, I was bound to have a battle with the Cultivation Alliance in the future, so there was no reason to refuse Lin Anguo's request.

It is precisely because of this that the last bit of hesitation in Xu Ming's eyes disappeared, and instead he was filled with unprecedented clarity and determination to stand firm.

it is good! !

Lin Anguo inexplicably said that the same is true for him who joined the formation at the beginning of the year.

Sharp-edged, his whole body is full of indelible determination.

But what happened next was beyond Xu Ming's expectation.

He originally thought that Lin Anguo would explain the formation to him from the shallower to the deeper, but who would have thought that Lin Anguo would actually bring him to a place full of the smell of ink.

A small rock pool in front of him was filled with long-dried ink, but the smell of ink between his breath came from here.

"Uncle Lin, what is this?"

"Can't you see this? Practice calligraphy!"

Practice writing!

right!It was time to practice calligraphy, and I saw Lin Anguo casually picked up a dusty writing brush on the ground beside it, and it was stained with the smelly ink in the small rock pool.

Immediately, he wrote his own characters on the boulder beside him, and Xu Ming carefully saw that what he wrote was exactly the character Lin!
But when he looked at the word Lin carefully, the feeling of being drawn into by the whirlpool appeared again.

"Today, you copy my strokes first, remember not to think that this is just a simple calligraphy practice, and recall everything when I just wrote."

"Whether you can get started with the lineage of the formation depends on today."

After Lin Anguo said this, he immediately stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the ground beside him, and began to meditate for a long time with his eyes closed.

The indifferent look on his face seemed to make Xu Ming unable to feel the slightest fluctuation of breath.

Lin Anguo is like this, Xu Ming can't say anything.

He didn't know what was hidden in the lineage of the formation, but just by the feeling he felt when he read this word, he knew that it must contain Lin Anguo's perception of the lineage of the formation.

As soon as Xu Ming thought of this, he simply stopped thinking about it. He also followed Lin Anguo's example and picked up the brush beside him, and began to copy on the boulder.

This copying can be no less than tens of thousands of times, and Xu Ming finally understood that old saying that is often heard.

Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog!
Although the Lin character I wrote is roughly the same as what Lin Anguo wrote, but looking at it in detail, it can't arouse my mind.

The judgment of superiority and inferiority cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Xu Ming was not discouraged by this either. After all, Lin Anguo had comprehended the lineage of the formation for who knows how many years, if he allowed himself to do it a few times and there would be results, wouldn't all of this be child's play.

Immediately he calmed down, closed his eyes and thought carefully about everything that happened when Lin Anguo wrote just now.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, it slowed down exponentially in Xu Ming's mind. It was precisely because of Xu Ming's six senses that were different from ordinary people that they exerted unprecedented effectiveness at this time.

Gradually, the feeling when I wrote the pen seemed to appear quietly like a spark.

Although it wasn't real, and he still couldn't grasp it, Xu Ming knew that his general direction was right.

That vague feeling will only be strengthened again because of the deepening of my understanding, and I will finally be captured by myself.

For a moment, a strange cat-and-mouse game appeared in Xu Ming's mind.

Gradually, the blank space on the boulder was filled with crooked Lin characters, some of which could not even be called characters.

But these crooked words made the perception in Xu Ming's mind clearer.

The original unfathomable feeling is becoming clearer and clearer, and it can be grasped by Xu Ming and successfully mastered.

Once there is a precedent, the inspiration flashes like a tide after that, and the torrential river will continue.

At this time, Lin Anguo, who was sitting cross-legged, finally opened his closed eyes and glanced at the countless words "林" on the boulder in front of him.

The smile on his face finally slowly appeared on his eyebrows again,
He was glad that he did not misread the wrong person when he was about to die, and he was also glad that the ultimate winner of this gamble between himself and fate was him.

(End of this chapter)