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Teacher Hilt's eyes narrowed and he said abruptly, "got it."

After speaking, he sat back directly at his desk, "If mind control is used to restrain ice energy, this can be explored through an energy index experiment."

While typing on the keyboard, he raised his right hand and pointed at the door, "You can go out now. If you don't come back later, I will send the experimental data to your email."

Jing Ming bowed slightly and exited room 503.

As the door was closed softly, he breathed out slowly.

If we talk about the current foundation of Nidoland, there are three points:

1. Genetic skills acquired from birth, mind control;

Second, its own poison attributes and related skills;

Third, characteristic vitality.

These three points are the real foundation.

In addition, Nidolan's physical fitness is actually not superior, which can be seen from the battle with Big Rock and Xunla.

Therefore, Jing Ming thought of inheriting the ice system framework on the foundation of Nidoland.

In this way, as the mental control, poison ability, and vitality characteristics increase, the ice ability will naturally increase.

This not only saves extra time in training ice abilities, but also eliminates the need to take unnecessary risks.

At first glance, it seems completely impossible to combine ice abilities with mental control.

But after Jing Ming carefully checked the information about mind control skills, he found that it was completely feasible.

Mental control general skills can hinder the opponent's actions and have the special effect of blocking the opponent's skills.

To put it simply, mind control actually has two effects.

One is similar to the power of mind, which can make the target unable to move, like a kind of interference of spirit on matter.

The second one is a bit more mysterious. It can block the skills used by the opponent, causing it to fall into a special state called Immobilization.

Although Jing Ming was unable to find out what the principle of mind control was, he was able to limit the use of skills.

But he might as well look at it at its most superficial level: skills are a way of using abilities and energy.

Obviously, mind control should be able to interfere with energy to a certain extent.

In other words, Nidolan does not need to consider how to store and control ice energy and the cold air created by mixing ice energy and nitrogen.

She can completely convert her own energy or physical strength into ice energy through the ice stone patterns on her body, and then repel it out of the body in an instant.

And in order to prevent the ice energy and the derived cold air from harming yourself, you can use mental control in advance to surround the ice stone pattern with an invisible protective circle.

In this way, the converted ice energy will be concentrated in the protective circle.

If you extend it further, you can use mental control to create an invisible tunnel between the ice stone pattern and the vital points of the target individual.

In this case, the energy in Nidolan's body will be converted into ice energy through the ice stone pattern, and then directly enter the invisible tunnel.

After that, Nidolan does not need to control it, the ice energy will spontaneously transfer to the low energy area, that is, the target individual, causing an attack effect.

In this way, Nidolan does not need to consider the storage and control of ice energy and cold air at all.

Of course, this is theoretically because the air in the corridor is evacuated, and only the invisible ice energy is quickly transferred to the target individual, and then in an instant it comes into contact with the nitrogen in the air. The nitrogen liquefies and the heat is transferred, creating a terrifying low temperature and freezing the target individual into ice.

There are two attack methods. The first is to maintain the existence of the corridor for a long time, thus producing a continuous freezing attack.

What needs to be considered is the transfer rate and time of ice energy.

However, the tunnel created by mental control cannot be easily destroyed, and it can also be twisted and transferred at any time, so the speed of energy transfer is not a problem.

The second is that after releasing a certain amount of ice energy, Nidolan disconnects and uses mental control to unilaterally seal the corridor and promote the transfer of ice energy.

It's like filling a water pipe with water first, then sealing one end of the water pipe, and continuously folding it to artificially increase the water pressure.

In the end, as long as you grasp the opportunity well, you can push the accumulated ice energy to the target point like an avalanche, thus unleashing a very powerful one-time attack.

Theoretically, if these two points can be achieved, there will be better attack methods in the future.

But in fact, Nidolan's current mental control skills are not enough to reach that level, so there is bound to be air in the corridor, which will consume a certain amount of ice energy.

Moreover, the additional cold air will also have a certain impact on the corridor, and the reflection of ice crystals will inevitably affect the concealment.

All these are problems, so Jing Ming needs a professor like Hilt to establish virtual data to explore the endurance of mental control before going online to actually study and practice it with Nidolan.

Virtual experiments can definitely help him save a lot of time.

On the stairs to the second floor, Jing Ming suddenly saw white flower stamens flying in the wind through the glass window.

He exhaled slowly, and it turned out that this time had arrived again unknowingly.

When white pistil flowers flutter in the wind, it is the time when residents of Nibi City go to visit their graves.

Jing Ming returned to dormitory 203 with a calm expression, packed his backpack, and prepared to take the bus to the nearby Dark Gray Cemetery.

Jingming slowly stepped onto the steps in the mountain. The black and blue steps revealed a hint of solemnity.

In fact, Kageaki Kuga's parents are very ordinary and simple.

Kuaga Keaki himself doesn't know why they are together.

Maybe it was through a blind date, maybe it was a chance encounter, maybe in short, it should be very ordinary.

Ever since Kageaki Kuga can remember, his father has been a very responsible person, so he would work until late almost every day before going home.

And his mother, like most mothers, although she complained from time to time, would still prepare dinner as always.

As for the death of the two people, it was also ordinary.

Kageaki Kuga's mother was weak due to illness and finally passed away peacefully in the hospital bed.

In his memory, the most profound thing was the last smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, a little regretful, but very happy.

If there was ever a going-away gift, this would be it.

And his father left one morning and never came back.

It was only a long time later that I, Jingming, learned that a landslide had occurred in a village near Nibi City due to heavy rain.

A huge boulder suddenly slid down the hillside, and Kuaga Jingming's father rushed out...

As a result, although Kageaki Kuaga's father saved several people, he himself was buried among boulders and mudflow.

According to what his colleagues said:

"That guy probably rushed out without even thinking about it, ugh..."

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Jingming exhaled and came to a cemetery.

The square-shaped cemetery, gray-black tombstones and weeds sprouting sharp buds, with little drops of water falling on the stone sand.

He followed the direction in his memory and came to a tombstone.

On the rectangular tombstone are placed side by side photos of two people, a man and a woman, black and white, with simple smiles.

There are bunches of white flowers placed in the corner of the tombstone, with little drops of water on the stamens.

This flower has a simple name, white rhizome flower.

In the custom of Kanto, it is often used as a memorial.

Amidst the elegant aroma, Jing Ming calmly took out the wet wipes from his backpack and wiped the tombstone again, and finally clasped his hands together.

He is Jingming, but he also has the memory of Kuga Jingming, which may feel awkward at first.

But as time passed, they seemed to become one person again.

Jingming closed his eyes for a long time and muttered in his mind:

"Thank you."

He stood up and walked towards the steps. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a figure.

Jing Ming did not interrupt and walked silently towards the foot of the mountain.

But after taking a few steps, he took a look at the sky.

It was already approaching evening, and there was a faint darkness on the horizon.

Jing Ming hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked over.

....................

Shajiuye clasped her hands together in front of the gray-black tombstone. She could feel the gentle breeze blowing across her cheeks, just like the warmth of her mother's palms in her memory.

In the Johto area, there is a legend that the wind is the breath and voice of the spirit.

It is the blessing and expectation of the spirit for the living.

If so, then mother, are you also blessing me?

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Shajiuye communicated with his mother silently.

Sweeping the grave, intellectually judged it to be a meaningless act, but once we actually came here, we found that it was so natural.

She squatted in front of the tombstone, with a pure white envelope placed on her knees, with a simple line written on it:

"To Shajuye."

The handwriting looks very graceful, like a woman's handwriting.

The sound of gentle footsteps came to his ears, and Shajiuye opened his eyes slightly, "Good afternoon, Jiuwo."

Just as Jingming saw her, she also saw him.

But surprisingly, he came over.

"Are you OK"

Jing Ming approached and took another look at Sha Jiuye in front of him. She was wearing a black dress, black hair around her ears, and the white ribbon tied around her ears gently swaying in the wind. Her long and beautiful eyebrows were evenly combed, and her face looked far beyond her years. Quiet.

"A little, a little bit."

Shajiuye closed her eyes again and frowned slightly, "I, my mother when I was in kindergarten..." She paused, and her voice became softer, "...and then my mother left. ”

"So, actually, I don't remember much about my mother. In my memory, there are vague words and figures, but it's like being in a thick fog, and the impression fades with time. Disappeared."

"So, I apologized to my mother just now." Shajiuye's voice suddenly became louder for a moment, and then returned to its usual elegant and soft tone. "Because it's hard to count them all, so I included everything and apologized to my mother together." ask for forgiveness."

Jing Ming originally wanted to say condolences, but he suddenly realized that he actually had something to talk about.

He unbuttoned his black formal suit, squatted down, touched the ground with his left hand, put his right hand on his knees, and narrated lightly in the tone of an onlooker:

"Kuga Keaki should have gone back earlier."

Shajiuye tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching, and he looked at Jingming as if he was asking something more, but he didn't say anything.

Jingming looked straight at him and spoke in a low and calm tone:

"The day Kuaga Jingming's mother got sick for the first time. In the morning, she got up at 6:30 as usual to prepare breakfast, tie his tie, and told him to pay attention to safety and come back early after school in the afternoon.

But Kuaga Keaki was so addicted to the Pokémon capture game with his friends that he completely lost track of time.

So he didn't go back until the afternoon, when the sun had completely set.

Kageaki Kuaga walked back with an uneasy mood. He originally thought he would be scolded, but when he entered the room, what he saw was his mother lying on the floor and his favorite curry rice on the table.

He couldn't remember anything after that, and his mind went blank.

The only thing that is indelible in my heart is that he is too playful... If he could go back early, maybe..."

Shajiuye's nose was a little sore, so she bit her thin pink lips lightly and still didn't make a sound.

"At the end, in the bedroom, Kuaga Jingming's mother took a nap, but she never woke up again." Jingming said the last thing and added in his heart.

Deep in his heart, Jiuga Jingming actually has never been able to let go of this matter.

So from then on, he kept that alarm clock with him, the thunder ball alarm clock as a gift.

So from then on, he no longer wanted to have contact with his previous school, classmates, or anyone he knew.

When he finished speaking, he realized that Shajiuye had turned sideways at some point and looked at him deeply, his eyes like a deep pool with ripples.

Her tone was softer, "Kyuuga, when my mother passed away, including a long period of time after that... No matter when I was sad or sad, I didn't have any friends to accompany me through it. but now"

She gently covered Jing Ming's right hand with her hands, "You have it."

"Thank you."

Jingming shook his right hand back, and Shajiuye's body temperature clearly passed through him, deep in his memory.

His eyes glanced subconsciously and saw the white envelope next to the tombstone.

The two naturally let go of their hands. Shajiuye looked at the envelope, "A few days ago, on the day I received Bulbasaur, I received a letter. The sender was my mother. It should be It must have been prepared very early.”

She closed her eyes, and suddenly there was a tremor in her voice, "I really want to know what the letter says... But, I don't want to know, because if I don't read it... there will be... It feels like my mother is still alive."

Jing Ming was silent for a moment, "Really?"

He glanced at Shajiuye and said, "How about this. If you don't mind, I can read this letter and tell you three different statements about the content of this letter, but... .”

"I won't tell you which one is true. Then you will always be in a state of knowing and not knowing."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the envelope when he found that Shajiuye didn't refuse, read it with his back to her, then repackaged it, turned around and placed it next to the tombstone.

In the breeze, Jing Ming's voice instantly suppressed the others:

"That's a card to celebrate you becoming a new trainer. It says: Congratulations on becoming a trainer, Shajuye. I love you. Mom."

He saw Shajiuye clenching his slender hands. Jing Ming paused and then continued:

"There is a letter inside, and the letter says Shajiuye. Maybe you don't know that although your father said he couldn't come because he had work, when you graduated from kindergarten, your father was actually nearby. He cried, Because you are everything to him... On the back of the letter, your mother added a sentence in a very small line: Actually, I am a little jealous, followed by a sighing expression."

He saw that Shajiuye's eyes were a little red and he turned his face sideways. His black hair and white ribbon blocked his sight. Jing Ming moved his eyes and his tone softened:

"There is a photo in the envelope. It was taken in the hospital. It was taken when your mother was holding you when you were just born. On the back of the photo, she wrote Shajiuye, my daughter, you are the best gift I have ever received."

After a long while, Shajiuye turned his face sideways and smiled under the dim sunset, "I hope every one of them is true."

"One of them is true."

"Thank you."

Finally, Jingming and Shajiuye poured a glass of fruit wine soaked in white pistil flowers and drank it according to the ancient etiquette of the Kanto region.

A glass of pistil wine to the dear mother of all of us.

We will miss you.