"Okay, Lin Zhi, come with me!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man came in outside, with a big beard, who seemed to never shave, raised his sword eyebrows and said: "What are you doing so slowly? Come with me quickly, and arrange yours. Residence, you will start working from tomorrow, hey, don’t blame me for not reminding you, a trainer is not a job that ordinary people can do!"
Lin Muyu nodded and followed behind him.
On the way, finally couldn't help asking: "Uncle, what is your name?"
The uncle was so painful to be called, he blew his beard and roared: "I'm called Zhang Wei, a 58-level war saint, and the instructor of the Temple Silver Star. I'm 32 years old this year. If you call me uncle, I will break your boy. Neck!"
Lin Muyu nodded and said, "Master Zhang Wei, is the Silver Star instructor very strong?"
"Huh, you will know soon."
Zhang Wei pointed to his chest, where a silver star badge was pinned there, and sneered: "The instructors in the temple are divided into four levels, in order: Venus, Silver, Bronze and Iron Star. Don’t look at Lao Tzu. Step into the heaven, but it's just as easy to teach you! Let's go, your residence is almost here."
"Yes."
…
There are not too many residences in the temple, but at least it is a one-room house. Lin Muyu’s residence is a little bit shabby. There was a big crack in the wall, and the cold wind blew in and touched it. The quilt was as hard as a brick. God knows how long it has not been washed. Zhang Wei took it and left, just telling him where the dining hall is and where he needs to work tomorrow.
When he came, he was safe. After putting down the Liaoyuan Sword, he went to the stable and found his horse. After feeding some fodder, he returned to the room. The sun was shining outside, and the quilt was taken apart and washed. When he was drying the sheets, he Hearing the sound of "ouch, ouch" coming from the next door, it seemed that someone was raping.
When I first arrived, it seemed that I shouldn't be troublesome, but after a long time, the voice was always there, so I finally couldn't help it, walked over and knocked on the door: "It's okay, brother?"
"I'm fine... who are you?" the person inside asked.
"My name is Lin Zhi, the new training partner."
"Oh, new here? Then you have to suffer." He hesitated and said, "Lin Zhi, come in."
Pushing the door open, he found that there was a person lying on the bed, unceasingly fucking. There was a big bruise on his arm and also on his forehead, and his eyes were already swollen. Maybe this person was the same. He looks pretty, but now he looks very embarrassed, he is almost beaten into a meat bun!
"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but desperately restrained, thinking that he was a good young man and couldn't take pleasure in misfortune.
The "wounded" whimpered and said, "It's not that bastard Zhang Wei. He is an instructor, and he didn't know anything about it. Which of the trainers here hasn't eaten Zhang Wei's fist?"
Lin Muyu's heart sank: "Is there really only one left to be beaten for the trainer?"
"Otherwise, the temple's rule is that the sparring master must never fight back, otherwise it will not be a sparring master."
"That's it..."
Lin Muyu glanced at his swollen head again, almost laughed, and took out a bottle of healing medicine from his arms, and said, "I'll give you some potion, don't call it pain."
"Okay, don't say it hurts... Ah, it hurts! You bastard, do it lightly!"
"..."
The effect of Yipin Healing Medicine is absolutely first-class. After a few minutes, the pain of the wounded has been reduced a lot, and he began to speak again. His name is Qin Ziling. Because of his surname, it is said that he was once the blood of the royal family of the Qin Empire, but it has declined. , His father waited for him to comprehend Bound God and Lock Martial Soul, and as a result...
"As a result, what martial spirit did you realize?" Lin Muyu asked.
Qin Ziling took a hand, and a plant sprang out from the palm of his hand. Lin Muyu knew it, and blurted out: "I'm rubbing it, dog's tail flower?"
"Will you die if you don't say it?" Qin Ziling glanced at him with a pity.
"It's okay, no matter how powerful the martial spirits of waste is, it is very impressive." Lin Muyu took a hand, and the orange gourd martial soul swayed in his palm, and smiled: "Look at my green gourd, the tenth-class martial soul, isn't it? I have cultivated to the point where I am today."
Qin Ziling could naturally feel the powerful power of the gourd martial arts, and he was dumbfounded.
…
At noon, Lin Muyu helped Qin Ziling to get up and went to the dining hall to eat together. When Qin Ziling just went in, he also hid like a frightened bird, saying: "Lin Zhi, the hall on the right side of the dining hall is where the instructors eat. Where, we sparring teachers need to stand and eat by the low wall on the left."
Lin Muyu was speechless, thinking that there are really many rules in the temple, and the hierarchical system is too strict, but it does have benefits, and it can make people work harder and motivated.
More and more people came to eat. There were trainers and instructors. Each instructor always held his head high, especially the Venus and Silver Star instructors, who wished to hold their badges on the faces of others.
"Oh, Master Shabao seems to be swollen today?" Not far away, a Silver Star instructor teased Qin Ziling.
Qin Ziling is a bit dull, chewing food speechlessly. The trainer’s lunch is a third-class ration, a flatbread and a bowl of broth. Although it is called broth, it is actually only a little oil star floating, and the rest are all Lin Muyu lowered his head to eat things like cabbage stems, as long as he was full, he was not so picky.
Instead, the Silver Star instructor continued to jokingly laughed and said: "Master Shabao, I heard that you are still a descendant of the imperial family. Why did you not comprehend Bound God Locking Martial Soul? Hahaha, let your dog's tail flower out for everyone to enjoy. Heheheh!"
The crowd formed a circle and laughed, Qin Ziling was said to be blushing, using chopsticks to pound the soaked noodles in the bowl.
At this time, Lin Muyu finally couldn't help it, stood up and said to the silver star instructor: "He is a worker in the temple, no different from you. Don't humiliate him like this anymore. This is tantamount to humiliating yourself."
The instructor immediately became angry, and his eyes raised: "What kind of thing is your kid, a sparring trainer, is there any place for you to speak here?"
As he said, his body suddenly bent slightly, and he ran into him the next moment. A bear image of a martial soul appeared on his shoulder. This is a power-type cultivator. No wonder he is so rampant. I don’t know how many of them are under this trick. People suffer!
"Be careful, Lin Zhi!" Qin Ziling said in amazement.
Lin Muyu was extremely calm. As soon as he turned back a few steps, he opened his hand to call out the gourd martial arts, dragon scale wall + mysterious tortoise shell double defense bonus, and infuriated!
"Peng!"
There was a loud noise, and the air wave waved to the surroundings.
Qin Ziling almost didn't dare to look and closed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the Silver Star instructor was bounced out and fell to the ground embarrassedly, while Lin Muyu stood there as if nothing was wrong, standing still. .
"Ahahaha... Instructor Lei Ying, what's wrong with you?" A group of instructors around began to laugh at this instructor named Lei Ying again.
Lei Ying's face was blushing, but he knew that this kid was very strong upon contact, so he turned his head and left with a cold snort.
…
On the way back, Qin Ziling happily took off as if he was about to dance.
"Lin Zhi, it's really enjoyable. You don't know what Lei Ying's donkey face was like when he was angry. Hahaha, many trainers were injured under the impact of his Xiong Wuhun. The sparring teacher sighed!"
Lin Muyu smiled and said: "Ziling, you have to become stronger quickly, otherwise you will still be beaten."
Qin Ziling looked dark and said, "Do you think I don't want to be strong? My father has been forcing me to practice since I was a child, but there are different talents. I know how many catties I have, and I am almost 30 years old. But I didn't even enter the realm, and I realized a waste martial soul. I think that's the way I am in my life..."
Lin Muyu didn't know how to comfort him, so she patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I am born to be useful..."
Qin Ziling didn't understand what he meant, but he felt very reasonable.
In the evening, Lin Muyu went out of the temple and went to the Spirit Medicine Department to find Chu Yao. Sure enough, Chu Yao had already been highly valued in the Spirit Medicine Department by virtue of the cultivation base of the God of Medicine, and was included in the second-class refining on the first day. The ranks of pharmacists, in comparison, she is even more prosperous than herself in the temple!
"Ayu!"
After seeing Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy and took him around in the panacea department. In fact, there was nothing fun, except that refining medicine was refining medicine, and Lin Muyu had long been accustomed to everything about herbal medicine. Don't care.
When it gets dark, return to the temple.
Just practice in the room, the space is too small to practice the magic sound knife, then you can only quietly temper the strength of the true qi, in fact, practice is nothing more than tempering the purity of the true qi again and again, and gain more in the process Stronger power.
…
At this time, find the dragon in the forest.
Under the moonlight, a row of rock walls soared into the sky like sharp blades in the jungle, and a small recessed shape appeared under the rock walls, and a trace of fire came out from there.
The dew fell drop by drop on the girl’s fair shoulders along the pine trees on the rock. She gently opened her clothes and poured the just-refined potion on the wound on her back. She could not bear the pain by clenching her silver teeth, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes along her long eyelashes.
With a grunting belly, she looked at the dark jungle, pumped her delicate Qiong nose, and muttered to herself aggrievedly: "Is this golden sore medicine wrong? How can it hurt so much... If it's Mumu's medicine, surely it won't hurt, right?"
After that, she looked up at the stars in the sky and muttered, "Mu Mu, you must not be dead, right?"
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