Ning Yuan leaned against the railing, as if he was just out to enjoy the scenery. Neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.
Lin Jie raised his head slightly, shifted his perspective slightly towards him, and asked curiously.
"Well, Senior Brother Ning, how is your swordsmanship?"
As if Ning Yuan was waiting for his words, he waved his sleeves with his hand, raised his chin, raised the corners of his mouth, and then spoke.
"A small success."
"Can you be more specific?" Lin Jie asked.
Who can estimate your level if you only say you have achieved a small amount of success? Lin Lanlan has practiced basic sword styles for so many days, and she can only say that she has achieved a small amount. After all, she is pretty decent.
Ning Yuan didn't know what Lin Jie was thinking, so he was very satisfied with his questioning and continued.
"In terms of lethality alone, it is stronger than ordinary monks of the same realm, but not as good as sword cultivators."
This surprised Lin Jie.
He knew that sword cultivators were famous for their killing power. Whether they were wandering casual cultivators or disciples in the sect, they were very popular. They were in the C position. Based on this alone, finding a Taoist companion would definitely be a plus.
Of course, not just anyone with a sword can claim to be a swordsman. This requires two hard conditions, one is high talent for practicing, and the other is good understanding of swordsmanship.
However, he has not delved into the specific twists and turns.
Seeing Lin Jie's surprised expression, Ning Yuan was very satisfied. He looked far away and felt happy.
But he didn't know that Lin Jie was looking at him a little brighter at this time.
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In the following time, Lin Jie asked Ning Yuan for many ideas on swordsmanship.
He also demonstrated to him that although the two of them learned different things, their swordsmanship was essentially the same, so Ning Yuan could naturally teach him a lot.
Ning Yuan did not refuse or be impatient, and explained his thoughts seriously.
Occasionally, he used a few moves on Lin Jie. The silver-white sword light exploded into the distance, which opened Lin Jie's eyes.
It wasn't until very late that the two of them stopped to rest. At this time, Ning Yuan did not worry that sitting on the floor was too dirty or unsightly, and sat down like Lin Jie.
"To be honest, Junior Brother Lin, your swordsmanship is far too ordinary compared to those of fellow monks."
Lin Jie also understood, he explained.
"In the past, when I went on missions, I was responsible for providing basic elixirs, which were regarded as auxiliary. Therefore, I was involved in daily battles and did not have much in-depth practice of swordsmanship."
This explanation is very convincing. People's energy and time are limited. He has been here for a while, has learned a lot, is quite talented, and has improved his strength.
But he didn't start learning swordsmanship until now. After all, good swordsmanship is rare and expensive, and can't even be bought in the market. Many sect disciples are doing chivalry in the world with the same third-rate swordsmanship as him.
After all, even in ordinary swordsmanship, if used in the hands of a monk, it would be a master for a mortal.
"Well, junior brother naturally decides to practice swordsmanship, so he must persevere and not give up halfway."
Ning Yuan sighed and smiled bitterly.
"I have seen many disciples who have been practicing swordsmanship for less than a month give up and choose other practices because their improvement is too small."
"Of course, I'm not saying that if you don't have this talent, you should give up on practicing. I just think that junior brother, you should have a good talent, so you might as well give it a try."
Lin Jie was deeply moved by Ning Yuan's words. He could feel that what the other party said was true.
Lin Jie nodded, smiled at him, and gave him a thumbs up.
"Good taste."
Ning Yuan was startled at first, then patted Lin Jie on the shoulder with a leisurely tone.
"Senior Brother Lu also likes to say this."
No wonder he said the same thing back to me when I complimented him last time. Lin Jie thought about it.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a few more words and then went back to their houses.
Lin Jie took out the animal skin from the storage bag. In fact, he had already carefully inspected this magical object when he first obtained it.
There are neither formations nor spiritual patterns on it. On the surface, it looks like an ordinary animal skin the size of a book page.
Spreading it out, there were some new chat records on it, which didn't surprise him.
I felt it when I was chatting with Ning Yuan just now, and a message notification sound seemed to sound in my head.
"Qianli: Baiye, did you say before that you have seen the witch?"
"White Pages: What?"
"Qianli: How did you recognize her? She didn't seem to recognize you."
"White Pages: Why should I tell you."
The chat ended here. Lin Jie was also very curious about this. He thought for a moment and reached out to write.
"Heartfire: What is the purpose of this animal skin connecting us together.?"
"White Pages: My guess is that we help each other. After all, the contract stipulates that we cannot hurt each other."
Do you understand it backwards? Lin Jie thought for a moment. Although everyone understands this, who would trust others easily.
"Xinhuo: How to help each other?"
“Please God: Be like me.”
Lin Jie twitched the corner of his mouth and said, the crisis mentioned by the God is very likely to appear in my mission this time.
This made Lin Jie, who was originally relaxed, suddenly become alert again, but after thinking for a moment, he could only sigh.
Take one step at a time, and if it doesn't work, just stay with Senior Brother Ning, staring at the animal skin while thinking.
"Witch: White Page, how on earth did you recognize me?"
"White Pages: Of course I have my own methods."
It seems that the demon girl and the white page have already confirmed in private chat, so who are the people who have appeared in this group now.
"Heartfire, please God, witch, purity, thousands of miles, white pages, sweet medicine."
Among the seven people, Chun Chun and Tian Yao rarely spoke to each other, Bai Ye already knew the identity of the demon girl in one direction, and I was wearing a vest of Xu Huohuo.
Pure always has a belligerent look, and White Pages seems to like to use his brain. Qianli, well, it’s hard to comment, and the witch is also unpredictable, but she said before that her identity was exposed after being invited by a god. Could it be that she was an undercover agent before?
What concerned Lin Jie the most was the one who asked the god, who seemed to be mumbling his name.
Thinking of this, Lin Jie thought and came to the private chat interface with Qingshen.
"Xinhuo: Brother God, please, I have something to ask."
"Please God: About your crisis?"
"Xinhuo: Yes, do you have any suggestions?"
Lin Jie stared closely, but there was no new news for a long time, just when he was about to put away the animal skin with some disappointment.
“Ask God: do as you please.”
Lin Jie was puzzled and pointed at the pen.
"Xinhuo: Can you be more specific?"
As a result, this message fell into disgrace again, and there was no reply for a long time.
During this period, Lin Jie had been thinking about the meaning of the other party's words.
Just follow your heart? But what if I am a careless person? If you encounter danger, wouldn't it be the end of the game?
Masters always speak in a garrulous manner, as if they are solving riddles, the Riddler丨.
There is no answer, I can't figure it out, it seems like another wasted effort.
Lin Jie thought about it for a moment and then put it behind him. Strength is the king, so you should work hard to improve your strength honestly.
He sat on his bed and observed the sword skills for a while, then took a spirit-gathering pill and meditated.
The time for practice is always short, and time slips away quietly.
