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

Chapter 8

Lin Bujia's sincere and warm eyes were three points brighter than the newborn Chaoyang in a trance.

Ming Xuechuan was slightly taken aback: "Such sword intent is rare."

"Usually speaking, the sword master kills."

"Even for people in the righteous way, sword intent is mostly related to killing and conquest."

"It's strange that you came up with such a sword intent that goes against the grain."

Lin Bujia scratched his head: "Is this not good?"

Ming Xuechuan shook his head: "No, this is very good."

She looked at the stone that had been split in two.

"From now on, you have just started to learn the way of swordsmanship."

"However, the sword intent still needs to be polished and consolidated from time to time, so it cannot be easily shaken."

"I think your sword intent fits well with that Yin sword, and it must be able to provide a lot of help."

"However, since your swordsmanship is not related to attacking and attacking, you will inevitably fall behind when you fight against others in the future, and you must strive for excellence."

Lin Bujia let out a bit of shame, and thought, no wonder he managed to split a stone with so much effort. It turned out that the sword intent he came up with had no power at all!

Miss Ming must be a little disappointed...

But she is still comforting me. Although she looks cold, she is actually quite gentle. She is so kind!
Lin Bujia regained some strength, struggled to get up, and said curiously:
"Miss Ming, what is your sword intent?"

Ming Xuechuan lowered his eyes and said coldly:

"It doesn't matter what it was before. From the moment I came back, my sword was only for one thing."

Well, needless to say, he also knew that he must kill the devil...

As soon as the morning breeze blew, the sweat on Lin Bujia's body felt chilly and wet.

He shivered, and quickly said: "Miss Ming, I'm going to fetch water to wash up first."

Wait for Lin Bujia to take clean clothes and leave.

Ming Xuechuan turned his head and looked at the forest next to him.

The forest was right behind the stone. After a while, several of the trees broke apart and fell to the side!

Upon closer inspection, the broken parts of the tree trunks were so smooth that they were even with the places where the stones were separated!
Obviously, this is also the power of Lin Bujiao's sword just now...

And the distance between the two is dozens of feet away!

It doesn't stop there.

Ming Xuechuan waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the ground.

"call……"

The grass clippings were blown up all over the sky.

Those were all blades of grass that had been cut off just now, and every inch of land was affected from around the rock to the middle of the woods!
At this moment, the grass on the ground has all been shaved into a neat crew cut...

The indistinct sound of insects just now stopped long ago.

Those little bugs were all lying on the ground under the grass and shivering, not daring to move at all.

Ming Xuechuan frowned, grasped it with his slender hand, and the grass clippings turned into fly ash and fell to the ground.

The trees and stones also returned to their original positions and were forcibly fixed.

The girl who couldn't see the clutter relaxed her brows.

Thinking of Lin Bujia's sword just now, she murmured hesitantly:

"The power of this sword is really not superior, and it can even be said to be lackluster."

"But in the Qi refining period, should it be considered good?"

The sword intentions and sword techniques that Ming Xuechuan has seen are all top-notch in Zhongtian.

She knew many top sword cultivators, and she had a deep memory of their superb sword skills.

Lin Bujia couldn't even compare to the worst among them, but considering the gap in cultivation level, Ming Xuechuan automatically lowered the standard.

But this is actually quite difficult for her to imagine.

Because Ming Xuechuan was born at the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Since she was born in the womb, she has already completed the foundation building, and once she cultivates, she will become a perfect golden core by herself!
It can be said that she has absolutely no understanding of the Qi refining period and the Foundation building period...

It's a bit embarrassing for her to imagine the level of a realm that she has never experienced at all.

However, among Ming Xuechuan's lower standards, Lin Bujia has already met her entry requirements, so it is not satisfactory.

Ming Xuechuan looked down the mountain and narrowed his eyes.

"There is a glimmer of life...but this life was born in the midst of murder."

"Then what does this vitality mean to him?"

The master once said to her that the intent of the sword is the meaning of the sword to people, and the original heart of people to swords.

But any sword cultivator can get a glimpse of his thoughts from his sword intent.

However, Lin Bujia's sword intent made her a little confused.

Is this ray of life for others, or for yourself?
Ming Xuechuan has seen the sword intent of vowing not to kill, and the sword intent of protecting life. These are all sword intents with life as the main body, but Lin Bujia only wants to leave a glimmer of life.

It may seem a bit paranoid...

She didn't think that the kindness shown by a person whose first reaction was to save others after seeing her in distress would be a fake.

What's more, the other party's adoptive father is also a well-known Taoist gatekeeper.

But she doesn't want any variables that she can't control to appear in the future.

"Let's observe for a while."

Ming Xuechuan stretched out his hand, and his consciousness condensed a small white butterfly.

He circled her a few times and flew away lightly.

……

"Whoa!"

Lin Bujiao scooped up a bucket of water and splashed it on his face, and suddenly he became sober.

A whole night of concentrating on practicing sword made him physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only at this moment that I felt deeply exhausted belatedly.

But at this moment, the three drops of blood essence that are not old skills have exerted their original effect.

The instinctive luck just now almost healed his injury and fatigue.

Even his cultivation was approaching the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he was almost able to break through the fifth level.

It's just that my head is still a little dizzy at the moment.

It was as if the sword had sucked all his vitality away.

Lin Bufei lamented.

"I'm still too weak, I'm going to die with just one strike."

"In the future, if you really fight with others, isn't that a dead end?"

He had already changed into a set of Changchun Sect ordinary disciple robes with a white background and leaf patterns.

The long black hair was simply tied up with both hands, and the boy's face was still stained with water.

It slid down the brow bone and wet a few strands of forehead hair.

Because of the lack of true energy in his body, he couldn't even cast the Cleansing Mantra, so he had to wash his clothes and take them back to dry.

"Miss Ming, I'm going to do morning class first."

"If there is anything, you can use this jade slip to call me."

Lin Bugui handed over the jade slip in his hand.

"This is left by my adoptive father. I don't usually use his own pile."

Ming Xuechuan glanced at the inconspicuous little butterfly on his shoulder, nodded and took it.

She looked up at Lin Bujia, imitating her master, and solemnly exhorted:

"Morning class must be serious."

She even wanted to pat Lin Bujiao on the head, but given the height difference between the two, she might have to stand on tiptoe...

The girl frowned, thinking that this would not work, she looked very imposing.

Lin Bujia had a strange expression on her face, Miss Ming looked really petite from such a close distance.

But why did he feel a little...kindness?
The morning class of Changchun Sect is for all disciples of each peak to participate.

Whether it is a true disciple or an ordinary disciple, the daily practice must start from the morning class, and the supervisory elders will check the actual situation of each peak.

As for the content of the morning class, all the disciples are actually gathered in front of the main hall of the sect.

Read the rules of the sect, and then meditate for half an hour.

Lin Bujia got up early today, and when he arrived at the square in front of the main hall, there were not many people around.

He found a secluded corner and sat down, wanting to calm down and comprehend the sword intent just now.

"No fake? Why did you come so early today?"

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the side.

Lin Bujia looked up and saw an acquaintance, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Xie Bai."

The butterfly on his shoulder flapped its wings suddenly.

Ming Xuechuan who was meditating on the top of the mountain suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils constricted.

Xie Bai?

Isn't that the name of the last head of the Changchun Sect?
(End of this chapter)