"Okay, Lin Zhi, come with me."
At this time, a middle-aged man came in with a big beard, as if he had never shaved his face.
He raised his sword eyebrows and said: "Why are you so dawdling?
Come with me quickly, and I will arrange it for you."
"Residence, you have to start working tomorrow.
Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you.
Sparring trainer is not a job that ordinary people can do."
Lin Muyu nodded and followed him.
On the way, I finally couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, what is your name?"
The uncle's heart ached when he was called, and he blew his beard and shouted: "My name is Zhang Wei, a level 58 war sage, and a Silver Star instructor in the Temple.
I am 32 years old.
If you call me uncle again, I will twist your ass off." neck" Lin Muyu nodded and said: "Master Zhang Wei, is Silver Star Instructor very strong?"
"Huh, you'll find out soon."
Zhang Wei pointed to his chest, where there was a silver star badge, and sneered: "The instructors in the temple are divided into four levels, in order: gold star, silver star, bronze star and iron star.
Don't look at me.
Stepping into the heavenly realm, I will teach you a lesson just as easily.
Your residence is almost here."
"yes."
There are not too many residences in the temple, but at least they are single rooms.
Lin Muyu's residence is a little shabby.
There is a big crack in the wall, and the cold wind blows in, and he touches it.
The quilt was as hard as a brick.
It hadn't been washed for God knows how long.
Zhang Wei took it and left.
He just told him where the canteen was and where he needed to work tomorrow.
After he put down the prairie fire sword, he went to find his horse in the stable, fed some fodder, and then returned to the room.
The sun was shining outside, and he took off and washed the quilt.
Just as he was drying the sheets, he I heard a series of "ouch ouch" sounds coming from the next door, it seemed that someone was there.
I was new here, so it seemed like I shouldn't be too troublesome, but after enduring it for a while, the voice kept coming, so I finally couldn't help it anymore, walked over and knocked on the door: "Are you okay, brother?"
"I'm fine, who are you?"
the person inside asked.
"My name is Lin Zhi, the new sparring instructor."
"Oh, you're new here, you're in for a hard time."
He hesitated and said, "Lin Zhi, come in."
When he opened the door, he found a man lying on the bed.
He was crying.
He had a large bruise on his arm and forehead, and his eyes were swollen.
Maybe this man's original appearance was still intact.
She is pretty, but now she looks extremely embarrassed, almost beaten into a meat bun.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but tried his best to restrain himself, thinking that he was a good young man and could not take pleasure in others' misfortunes.
The "injured person" whimpered and said: "It's not that bastard Zhang Wei.
Just because he is an instructor, he has no sense of measure in his attacks.
Which sparring teacher here has never suffered from Zhang Wei's fist?"
Lin Muyu's heart sank: "Does a sparring trainer really only have to be beaten?"
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"Otherwise, the rules of the temple are that a sparring partner must not fight back, otherwise he is no longer a sparring partner."
"That's it" Lin Muyu glanced at his swollen head again and almost laughed.
She took out a bottle of healing medicine from her arms and said, "I'll give you some medicine.
Don't complain that it hurts."
"Okay, don't shout it hurts, it hurts, you bastard, please be gentle." "" The effect of the first-grade healing medicine was absolutely first-class.
After a few minutes, the pain of the injured person weakened a lot, and he began to speak again.
His name was Qin Ziling.
Because of his surname Qin, it was said that he was once a bloodline of the royal family of the Qin Empire, but it has declined. , his father was waiting for him to comprehend the God-Binding Chain Martial Spirit, but as a result
"So what kind of martial spirit did you comprehend?"
Lin Muyu asked.
Qin Ziling opened his hand, and a plant appeared in his palm.
Lin Muyu recognized it and blurted out: "I'll wipe it, it's a dog's tail flower."
"Will you die if you don't tell me?"
Qin Ziling gave him a resentful look.
"It doesn't matter, no matter how powerful the useless martial spirit is, it is still very impressive."
Lin Muyu opened his hand, and the orange gourd martial spirit swayed in his palm, and said with a smile: "Look at my green gourd, the tenth-level martial spirit, it's not I have been trained to this point today.”
Qin Ziling could naturally feel the powerful power of Gourd Wuhun and was speechless.
At noon, Lin Muyu helped Qin Ziling get up and went to the canteen to eat together.
However, when he just entered, Qin Ziling hid like a frightened bird and said, "Lin Zhi, the hall on the right side of the canteen is where the instructors eat.
In this place, we sparring coaches need to stand by the low wall on the left side to eat.”
Lin Muyu was speechless, thinking that there were so many rules in the temple, and the hierarchy was too strict.
However, this did have its benefits, as it allowed people to work harder and improve.
More and more people came to eat, including sparring coaches and instructors.
Each instructor always held his head high, especially those Gold Star instructors and Silver Star instructors who wished they could put their badges on other people's faces.
"Hey, Mr.
Sandbag seems to have reduced his swelling today."
Not far away, a Silver Star instructor teased Qin Ziling.
Qin Ziling was a little dull and chewed the food silently.
The sparring partner's lunch was a third-class ration, a piece of flatbread and a bowl of broth.
Although it was called broth, in fact there was only a little oil star floating on it, and the rest was...
Lin Muyu lowered his head to eat things like cabbage stems.
As long as he was full, he was not that picky about food.
On the contrary, the Silver Star instructor continued to joke and laugh: "Young sandbag, I heard that you are still a descendant of the imperial family.
Why haven't you understood the God-binding martial soul?
Hahaha, show your dog-tail flower quickly and let everyone enjoy it.
So happy” Everyone gathered in a circle and laughed.
Qin Ziling blushed and used chopsticks to pound the soaked noodles in the bowl.
At this time, Lin Muyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said to the Silver Star instructor: "He is a worker in the temple, no different from you.
Stop humiliating him like this.
It is tantamount to humiliating yourself."
The instructor immediately became angry and raised his eyes: "Who do you think you are?
You are just a sparring teacher.
Do you have the right to speak here?"
As he spoke, he suddenly bent slightly and bumped into him the next moment.
The image of a bear's martial spirit appeared on his shoulders.
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This was a powerful practitioner.
No wonder he was so rampant.
I don't know how many people were hit by this move.
People suffer losses "Be careful, Lin Zhi," Qin Ziling said in shock.
Lin Muyu was unusually calm.
He turned around and took a few steps back.
He opened his hands and summoned the gourd martial spirit, the dragon scale wall black tortoise shell for double defense bonus, and summoned up his true energy.
"Peng" There was a loud noise, and air waves rippled around.
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 away and fell to the ground in a panic, while Lin Muyu stood there as if nothing happened, motionless. .
"Ahahaha Instructor Lei Ying, what's wrong with you?"
A group of instructors around began to laugh at the instructor named Lei Ying again.
Lei Ying's face was red with embarrassment, but he already knew from the contact that this boy was very strong, so he snorted and turned away.
On the way back, Qin Ziling was so happy that he seemed to be dancing.
"Lin Zhi, it's so enjoyable.
You don't know how angry Lei Ying's donkey face has become.
Hahaha, many sparring teachers have been injured under the impact of his Xiong Wuhun.
You have done it for all today."
The sparring coach said something bad."
Lin Muyu smiled and said: "Ziling, you have to become stronger quickly, otherwise you will still be reduced to the role of being beaten."
Qin Ziling's expression darkened and he said, "Do you think I don't want to become stronger?
My father has been forcing me to practice since I was a child.
However, there are levels of talent.
I know how much I weigh.
I am almost 30 years old, but I haven’t even entered the Earth Realm yet, and I’ve mastered a useless martial spirit.
I think that’s what I’ll be like for the rest of my life.”
Lin Muyu didn't know how to comfort him, so she patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, my talents will be useful."
Qin Ziling didn't understand what he meant, but he thought it made sense.
In the evening, Lin Muyu left the temple and went to the Spiritual Medicine Department to find Chu Yao.
Sure enough, Chu Yao had already gained much attention in the Spiritual Medicine Department with her cultivation in the Medicine God Code, and was listed as a second-class refiner on the first day.
In the ranks of pharmacists, in comparison, she is more prosperous than herself in the temple.
"Ayu" After meeting Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy and took him for a tour in the Spiritual Medicine Department.
In fact, there was nothing interesting except refining medicine, and Lin Muyu was already used to everything about herbal medicine, and Not impressed.
When it gets dark, return to the temple.
Just practice in the room.
The space is too small to practice the Magic Sound Knife, so you can only temper the strength of the true energy silently.
In fact, practicing is nothing more than tempering the purity of the true energy again and again, and you will gain more in the process.
Stronger power.
At this time, in the Xunlong Forest.
Under the moonlight, a row of rock walls towered into the jungle like sharp knives.
A small depression appeared at the bottom of the rock wall, and a trace of fire came from there.
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 newly prepared potion on the wound on her back, but bursts of burning pain made her just He could grit his silver teeth to endure the pain, but he couldn't help it, and a trace of tears fell from the corners of his eyes along his long eyelashes.
Her stomach growled.
She looked at the dark jungle, twitched her delicate nose, and muttered to herself aggrievedly: "Is there something wrong with this golden sore medicine?
Why is it so painful?"
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Mumu’s medicine will definitely not hurt.”
As she said that, she looked up at the stars in the sky and murmured: "Mumu, you must not be dead, right?"
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