In the next few days, Lin Bujie was immersed in studying.

Every day I either practice swordsmanship or spend time in the Yanhai Pavilion where the books are stored at the Changchun Gate, reading a large number of books on talismans and formations.

Lin Bujia felt like a sponge soaking in water, absorbing everything it came into contact with as quickly as possible.

He has a character that is very easy to focus on one thing, but now that Ming Xuechuan is there to teach and provide various high-level opinions, his thinking is smoother and he gets twice the result with half the effort.

The learning of this knowledge has nothing to do with the innate meridian conditions, and the door will not be closed to him because of his low cultivation level.

Therefore, his progress in these two areas is rapid, which can be said to be a thousand miles.

For Lin Bujia, what Miss Ming brought was simply a whole new world.

He used to only focus on cultivation, but he didn't realize that these miscellaneous subjects were not only not boring, but also so interesting!

Of course, there is also the experience of living with another person, which is also unprecedented.

…

"Miss Ming, what should be the explanation here?"

Lin Bujia pointed at one of the sentences on the book and asked doubtfully.

Ming Xuechuan was already numb, and the girl looked at the pile of various annotated books next to her expressionlessly.

This scenario has happened many times.

Much more than she imagined...

Lin Bujia's level of tirelessness was beyond imagination, and Ming Xuechuan even felt that he had turned on some terrible switch.

However, the more studious Lin Buji becomes, the better it will be for her.

On the contrary, it’s a good thing!

Ming Xuechuan adjusted his mentality and answered this question concisely and concisely.

Lin Bujia suddenly realized it and pointed to the next question with great interest: "What about here? Miss Ming, you are really knowledgeable and know everything!"

Ming Xuechuan: "..."

The girl feels a little guilty.

Who would have known that, relying on her talent, she was actually the most difficult disciple in Wuyang Palace to study well?

Especially in terms of theory, she only knew about many things but didn't know why.

I could only bluntly tell Lin Bujie the explanation that Master had given me.

However, these were only half-understood theories of hers, but Lin Bujia was actually able to draw inferences from one example and figure it out directly!

Ming Xuechuan couldn't help but think.

If Lin Bujie was not limited by his talent and his strength was destined to be low, maybe he could still have a place in history with his attainments in talismans or formations!

But so what, many people like him have completely collapsed due to the destruction of the great road... The girl's eyes dimmed.

There are three thousand avenues, and every one of them has been brought to an end by the devil.

No one knows how he did it, it's an unsolved mystery to everyone.

But now, it's still too late, she will stop everything.

Ming Xuechuan became more determined and answered Lin Bujia's doubts.

…

"Miss Ming, I made some food, do you want to eat together?"

The girl who was meditating opened her eyes and looked at Lin Bujia who poked his head in from the door.

At the same time, there was a tantalizing aroma of cooking food that smelled of cooking oil.

Ming Xuechuan subconsciously took a deep breath through his nose, moved his index finger on his knee, and then... didn't move.

"Miss Ming?"

Lin Bujia was a little confused.

"I have gone without grains. I only need to eat wind and drink dew. There is no need to eat grains anymore."

So said the cold girl in white.

Lin Bujia hesitated for a while, then said oh, closed the door and left.

Ming Xuechuan stared at the door panel for a long time, then withdrew his gaze reservedly, but the strange smell of smoke and smoke still lingered around the tip of his nose.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

Hearing a strange movement, the girl suddenly became alert. After a while, she lowered her head and looked at her flat belly.

She forgot...that she had not recovered from her injuries, and her condition was not complete.

Ming Xuechuan puffed up his cheeks subconsciously.

She is hungry.

But Lin Bujia has already left.

…

The next day, Lin Bujiu discovered that the leftovers he had left for breakfast yesterday were missing.

When I asked Miss Ming, I only got a stiff "I don't know".

Lin Bujia scratched his head, puzzled.

How strange.

…

"Miss Ming, I have some questions about swordsmanship."

Lin Bujia looked at the long sword in his hand that had many holes missing, and said sincerely: "You use the master's sword, and I use the fine iron long sword. Is this a little bit unfair?"

Ming Xuechuan tied a sword flower with a bodhi leaf, and said very seriously: "Is it true that when it comes to fighting, you will also negotiate fairness with the enemy?"

Lin Bujia: "..."

Although this is indeed true, I always feel like something is not quite right...

Did Miss Ming do this on purpose?

Did I offend her in some way?

Ming Xuechuan didn't give him any time to think anymore. He raised his sword and took a stance, and a cold glow came out!

Lin Bujiu quickly parried.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

"Click..."

However, after a few moves, the cracks on the sword in Lin Bujia's hand were clearly visible, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he retreated hurriedly.

The girl holding the sword is dressed in a misty white gauze. Between movement and stillness, she looks like snow falling in the flowing wind. It is incredibly beautiful.

But as long as you stand opposite her, you can feel the terrifying murderous intention and pressure.

"I haven't even used my true energy now. In other words, this is something even a mortal can do."

"If you can't beat your opponent with a slightly advantageous weapon, then why do you need to practice swordsmanship?"

Ming Xuechuan scolded: "Only when you overcome everything with your sword skills, can you truly understand what a sword is!"

Lin Buji gritted his teeth and continued to use the Yin Sword, but it was still becoming more and more difficult.

"clang!"

The last blow fell, and the sword in Lin Bujiu's hand broke into two pieces and flew out.

The one hundred and forty-eighth failure.

He couldn't help but think silently.

On the opposite side, Ming Xuechuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the ground.

Between the two of them, the originally flat land was covered with sword marks, as if it had been ravaged by violent storms.

The closer to Ming Xuechuan's position, the deeper the sword marks became.

——Since the 120th sword breaking, Lin Bujia’s last sword strike every time was enough to instantly kill a late Qi refining person.

But in Ming Xuechuan's opinion, it's not even unsatisfactory.

…

"Miss Ming...that pot of spiritual grass cannot be watered like this."

The girl's hand holding the teapot shook slightly, and she almost poured the entire pot of water.

She raised her head and saw Lin Bujie bringing a small bottle, which was only filled with water less than the height of a fingernail.

"Crimson grass can only be watered with tears of true love."
To be continued...