After Feng Tianwu introduced the 'Ling Washing Pond', her eyes fell on Duan Lingtian's hand unnoticeably, with a confusing luster in her eyes.

If it were ordinary people, they might not be able to notice this little move of hers.

However, Duan Lingtian's mental power was so powerful that he discovered it right away.

"What, you like it?"

Duan Lingtian picked up the luminous pearl and colorful gem necklace in his hand and handed it to Feng Tianwu, "Send it to you."

Feng Tianwu's pretty face blushed at first, but then she seemed to remember something and sighed quietly, "Brother Duan, you should keep it for your two sisters-in-law..."

Duan Lingtian could feel the disappointment in Feng Tianwu's tone. He shook his head and smiled, then forced the colorful gem necklace into Feng Tianwu's hand. The latter trembled like an electric shock when he touched it.

"I'll give this necklace to you. I'll keep the luminous pearl for myself...don't refuse."

When Duan Lingtian spoke later, his tone was full of domineering.

Duan Lingtian knew it in his heart.

Whether it was the luminous pearl or the colorful gemstone necklace, the heads of the Chang family and the Qian family were afraid of angering Feng Wudao, so they gave it to him as an 'apology'.

After all, in their eyes, he was already Feng Wudao's prospective son-in-law.

It can be said that these two things were obtained by him thanks to Feng Wudao.

Now it is a matter of course to give it to Feng Tianwu.

"Thank you, Brother Duan."

Feng Tianwu lowered his head, a little shy.

She held the colorful gemstone necklace tightly, as if she was afraid of losing it.

Soon, Feng Tianwu brought Duan Lingtian to an independent compound.

"Grandpa Kong."

Under the leadership of Feng Tianwu, Duan Lingtian went to meet an old man.

The old man was standing there in gray clothes, giving people a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Duan Lingtian understood that this old man should be the 'Master of Inscriptions' mentioned by Feng Wudao, and he was also the master of the powerful spiritual power of the past few days.

"Kung Lao."

Duan Lingtian nodded slightly to the old man.

The old man also nodded to Duan Lingtian, and then looked at Feng Tianwu, his cloudy eyes showing doting, "Little miss, why did you come to my place?"

"Grandpa Kong, I asked you to teach Brother Duan the art of inscription...I won't disturb you anymore."

Feng Tianwu smiled at the old man, greeted Duan Lingtian, and turned to leave.

For a while, only Duan Lingtian and the old man were left.

There was a hint of gratitude in Duan Lingtian's eyes.

He could see that Feng Tianwu wanted to help him.

It's a pity that he doesn't need anyone's guidance on the art of inscription...

After all, while he integrated the memories of the Samsara Martial Emperor throughout his life, he also mastered the experience of the Samsara Martial Emperor's lifelong inscription technique.

In his opinion.

In Yunxiao Continent, there is no inscription master who is qualified to teach him the 'art of inscription'.

"Little guy, the little lady is very kind to you, you can't let her down...otherwise, the old man will never let you go."

The old man in gray clothes had bright eyes and a warning tone in his tone.

In response, Duan Lingtian just smiled faintly.

"Now that the eldest young master and the young lady have spoken, old man, I will teach you the 'Art of Inscription'... How much you can learn depends on your own ability. Let me ask you, how much do you know about the Art of Inscription

?”

The old man in gray clothes spoke with a noble demeanor.

How much do I know about the art of inscription?

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, then slowly opened his mouth, recounting some of the superficial understanding of the art of inscriptions that the Samsara Martial Emperor had in his memory.

Half an hour later.

The old man's expression changed from stunned at first, to disbelief, and then to horror.

"You...you..."

In the end, the old man completely lost his composure and even slurred his speech.

The way the old man looked at Duan Lingtian was completely different. Instead of looking down upon him before, there was only awe.

Because of the many insights Duan Lingtian said, he suddenly became enlightened, and many things that he had struggled with and doubted in the past were easily solved.

"So for the 'Wind Blade Inscription', how do you need to match the materials for each level of wind artistic conception?"

"How to completely interfere with the opponent's line of sight with the 'Aurora Inscription'? How to successfully engrave it?"

"That……"

Gradually, what should have been the old man's guidance to Duan Lingtian became Duan Lingtian's guidance to the old man.

The old man asked questions tirelessly.

"Okay, Mr. Kong, let's communicate again when we have time."

Duan Lingtian answered a lot of questions for the old man and was speechless for a while.

The old man is strong and mentally strong, he admits this.

But for the old man's level of inscriptions, Feng Wudao called him the 'Master of Inscriptions'? It was really hard for him to accept it.

If this can be called a master of inscriptions, then what does he mean?

Patriarch of inscriptions?

When Duan Lingtian left, the old man had not yet come back to his senses. He was still mumbling to himself, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing.

It was as if he suddenly understood something.

"Well, brother Ling Tian, ​​has the old man finished asking?"

On the way back, Duan Lingtian heard the sound of the little golden mouse's Yuanli condensing in his ears.

As early as when the old man asked a lot of questions, the little golden mouse lay on Duan Lingtian's shoulder and fell asleep.

"Whether he has finished asking or not, I am not here to be his teacher."

Duan Lingtian rolled his eyes, looking indifferent.

"Hehe... That Feng City Lord also asked the old man to give you some guidance, brother Ling Tian, ​​but it turns out that the old man himself is not as good as brother Ling Tian."

The little golden mouse's Yuanli condensed sound was filled with pride.

It was as if it was not Duan Lingtian who had taught the old man the art of inscription just now, but him.

Not long after Duan Lingtian returned, Feng Tianwu and his servants brought Te Tengteng's food into his room.

"Tianwu, let's eat together."

At this time, Duan Lingtian invited Feng Tianwu to stay and have dinner together.

The two of them chatted while eating.

"Brother Duan, did you gain much from Grandpa Kong today? Grandpa Kong is a very powerful 'Inscription Master'. Many people want his guidance, but they haven't had the chance yet."

Feng Tianwu said slowly.

Harvest?

Feng Tianwu's words made Duan Lingtian's mouth twitch.

What can he gain?

"Tianwu...you should ask Kong Lao yourself about this."

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, continuing to eat his food without saying anything else.

"Um?"

Hearing Duan Lingtian's words, Feng Tianwu looked confused, not knowing what Duan Lingtian meant by his words.

"Zhizhi~~"

When the little golden mouse heard the exchange between Duan Lingtian and Feng Tianwu, he let out a soft cry, and a humane smile appeared in his green eyes.

And just when Duan Lingtian and Feng Tianwu were eating.

Feng Wudao came outside a spacious independent compound, "Kong Lao."

"Young Master, please come in."

As an old voice came from the courtyard, Feng Wudao walked in.
To be continued...