I heard that in my next life I will be the World Destroyer

Chapter 12
In the next few days, Lin Bujia was immersed in his studies.

Every day is not practicing swordsmanship, or soaking in the Yanhai Pavilion in Changchunmen's collection of books, reading a lot of books related to talismans and formations.

Lin Bujia felt like a sponge soaking in water, absorbing everything it touched at the fastest speed.

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

And the learning of these knowledge has nothing to do with the innate meridian conditions, and the door will not be closed to him just because his cultivation is low.

Therefore, his rapid progress on these two paths can be called a thousand miles a day.

But for Lin Bujia, what Miss Ming brings is simply a whole new world.

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

Of course, there is also the experience of living with another human being, also unprecedented.

……

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

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

Ming Xuechuan was already numb, and the girl looked at the pile of various books beside her with no expression on her face.

This scenario has happened many times.

Much more than she imagined...

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

However, the more studious Lin Bujia is, the more beneficial it will be for her.

On the contrary, it is a good thing!
Ming Xuechuan adjusted his mentality, and answered this question concisely.

Lin Bujia suddenly realized, 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 is a little guilty.

Who would have known that relying on her talent, she was actually the worst disciple in Wuyang Palace?
Especially in terms of theory, she just knows about many things but doesn't know why.

He could only bluntly tell Lin Bujia the explanation that Master had given.

However, these theories are only half-understood by her, and Lin Bujia can draw inferences from one instance and directly figure it out!

Ming Xuechuan couldn't help thinking in his heart.

If it weren't for Lin Bujia being limited by his talent, his strength was doomed to be low, maybe he could also have a place in history by virtue of his attainments in talismans or formations!
But so what, many people like him have completely collapsed because of the extinction of the Dao... The girl's eyes darkened.

There are three thousand roads, each of which has been walked to the end by the devil.

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

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

Ming Xuechuan's heart became more and more determined, and he opened his mouth to answer Lin Bujia's doubts.

……

"Miss Ming, I've cooked, do you want to eat together?"

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

At the same time, there is also a smell of oily food that wafts in.

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 puzzled.

"I've already fasted the grains, I can eat the wind and drink the dew, and I don't need to eat the five grains."

The cold and dusty girl in white clothes said so.

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 retracted his gaze reservedly, but the pleasant smell of strange fireworks was always around the tip of his nose.

"Cuckoo..."

Hearing a strange movement, the girl immediately became alert, and after a while, she looked down at her flat belly.

She forgot... her injuries have not recovered, and Bigu's condition is not complete.

Ming Xuechuan subconsciously bulged his cheeks.

She is hungry.

Ke Lin has already left.

……

The next day, Lin Bujia found that the leftovers he left for breakfast yesterday were gone.

When I asked Miss Ming, I only got a hard sentence of "I don't know."

Lin Bujia scratched his head, puzzled.

How strange.

……

"Miss Ming, I have a question about swordsmanship."

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

Ming Xuechuan used One Leaf of Bodhi to hold a sword flower, and said very seriously: "Could it be that when it's time to fight, you also talk about fairness with the enemy?"

Lin Bujia: "..."

Although this is indeed the case, I always feel that something is not quite right...

Did Miss Ming do it on purpose?
Did I offend her somewhere?
But Ming Xuechuan didn't give him time to continue thinking, he raised his sword and put on a posture, and a little cold light came out immediately!
Lin Bujia quickly parried.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Crack..."

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

The sword-wielding girl is wearing a misty white gauze, and between movements and stillness, it is like the snow returning from the wind, which is unbelievably beautiful.

But as long as you stand in front of her, you can feel the terrifying killing intent and pressure.

"I haven't even used my true energy now. In other words, this is a level that even ordinary people can do."

"If the opponent only needs to take a slightly better weapon, you can't beat him, so why do you need to learn swordsmanship?"

Ming Xuechuan scolded coquettishly: "Only by surpassing everything with swordsmanship can it be said that you truly understand what a sword is!"

Lin Buzhen gritted his teeth and continued to use the Yin Sword, but it was still getting harder and harder.

"clang!"

With the final blow, the sword in Lin Bujia's hand broke in two and flew out.

140th eighth failure.

He muttered unwillingly.

On the opposite side, Ming Xuechuan glanced down at the ground.

Between the two, the originally flat land was covered with sword marks, as if it had experienced the devastation of a violent storm.

And the closer to Ming Xuechuan's position, the deeper those sword marks.

——After the 120th time of breaking the sword, Lin Bujia's last sword every time is enough to instantly kill a late stage Qi refining.

But in Ming Xuechuan's view, it wasn't even to the point of being satisfactory.

……

"Miss Ming... that basin of spirit grass cannot be watered like this."

The girl's hand holding the teapot trembled slightly, almost pouring the whole pot of water down.

When she raised her head, she saw that Lin Bujia had brought a small bottle filled with water less than the height of a fingernail.

"Crimson pearl grass can only be watered with tears of true affection."

Lin Bujia explained.

Ming Xuechuan was stunned, and sneered at this: "Whether it's the tears of mortals or immortals, in the final analysis, they are just some salt water. Whether it is true or not, what difference can it make?"

The girl raised her chin, pretending to be cold and disdainful, and then secretly hid the teapot behind her back.

Lin Bujia was taken aback, and retorted: "But there are so many spiritual herbs, I only feed this one."

"Then have you ever tried to irrigate with the same concentration of salt water?"

"Uh... no."

"How many spirit stones did you spend for the true tears in your hand?"

"Ten..."

"What if we only use salt water?"

"..."

There is no need to buy salt water with spirit stones, one copper plate is enough to buy a large pot.

The truth seems self-evident.

Lin Bujia looked at the bottle in his hand, and then at the swaying spirit grass.

Looking at the sky without words, there is a feeling of disillusionment.

It turned out to be a trap for businessmen!

He was so depressed that he didn't see the fleeting smile on Ming Xuechuan's cold face.
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