Without saying a word, they came up with compliments and greetings.
"The chief senior is the best!"
"Chief Lin Ming is the best!"
"Xuege Lin Ming's ancient ways are so hot!"
One compliment after another came one after another. The tone was sincere and absolutely from the heart. The voice was particularly loud and full of momentum.
What kind of sudden commotion is this?
Lin Ming was confused, looked around, and then quickly looked at Liu Yafei, with a look in his eyes that meant asking for advice.
Liu Yafei pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.
Her eyes were filled with amusement, as if she was saying to Lin Ming, "I want to see you embarrass yourself."
Helpless, Lin Ming had no choice but to ask loudly:
"Classmates, why are you so excited?"
The group of people surrounding Lin Ming looked at me and I looked at you. Neither of them knew how to start a conversation.
At this time, it was the senior students who were usually the most reserved who spoke first.
"Lin Ming, you are now the chief disciple. You can't just favor Master Yafei, you also have to help us heal."
"That's right, the chief senior fellow is not only the chief senior fellow of Tutor Yafei, but also the chief senior fellow of all of us."
At the beginning, the two men held guns and clubs, and Liu Yafei's eyes twitched slightly.
At this time, a senior student in the sixth grade said: "My old injury last year left a wound on my shoulder. I'm afraid I won't be able to marry because of the scar."
"Wow, me too. I went out for a trial two years ago and was stabbed in the back with a black knife, leaving scars. Every time I took a shower, I couldn't bear to look at it. I really didn't know if I would get married in the future. How disgusted you will be by your husband’s family.”
"Haha, you are all just worried. I have really been rejected. Look, here, my throat, was wiped on my neck. I am lucky enough to return to the academy alive. Although I have saved a life, but I Ruhua's beauty has been reduced by more than half in an instant. Not to mention my senior classmates, no one flirts with her even when she is away from home. When I go home for a blind date, the matchmaker sighs and refuses to accept even 100 gold coins. Where can I go to reason with you?"
Everyone looked around and saw that the senior sister was pretty, both in figure and appearance. She was only a little worse than Liu Yafei.
But her voice is a bit hoarse and dry, not pleasant to listen to, and the hideous scar on her neck is really scary. If they see her at night, 80% of people will think that she is a decapitated female ghost, and take a walk in the middle of the night with her head attached.
horrible! ! !
In the crowd, some people swallowed softly, and some people turned blue.
This senior's name is Zhao Wusheng. She is from the inner courtyard and rarely appears.
Her fighting prowess is extraordinary and she has few rivals in the realm of enlightenment.
To be precise, at this level, she can no longer be considered a student. There is only one reason why she stayed in Xuanwen Academy——
Xuanwen Palace!
All the students in the inner academy stayed for this goal, and they all tried to find the breathing method in it.
Because the breathing method is only passed down by the most elite forces. Even in Xuanwen Academy, the headquarters of Tianyuan State, the breathing method is extremely rare.
The Xuanwen Palace is one of the channels.
Zhao Wusheng's name doesn't look like a woman at all, but her appearance is very good. If you don't look at the scar on her neck, she is like a burning fire lotus, making men want to fly into the flames like moths.
She walks like wind and is as strong as a leopard, as if she is ready to fight to the death at any time.
She only took less than ten steps to cover a distance of tens of feet, which was obviously some kind of special footwork.
Stopping and standing next to Lin Ming, she said in a sincere tone:
"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll tell you straight away."
"I want nothing more in this life than to heal the scar on my neck."
"If you can do it..."
Zhao Wusheng paused, as if she was looking for something in the ring. After searching for a moment, her face turned a little ugly. Maybe the thing in it was not good enough.
At this time, she boldly pulled out the black knife from her waist.
After lightly dancing with the sword, Zhao Wusheng held the sword in both hands and handed it to Lin Ming.
"Heal me and the sword is yours."
Liu Yafei did not expect that the first person to step forward would be Zhao Wusheng, and his attitude would be so solemn.
"This sword is not an ordinary thing, but a rare growth-producing soul weapon. Are you really willing to give it to others?"
The hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman... Lin Ming had a sentence pop up in his mind for no reason.
Then, he pointed at the other knife on Zhao Wusheng's waist.
"The black sword and the white sword should be matched. A gentleman does not take away someone's love, so there is no need to give the sword away. I only want a favor from you."
"Okay, it's settled. I'll sell you this favor. If necessary, crush the jade slip."
Zhao Wusheng agreed in a hoarse voice and gave a jade slip.
The corners of Lin Ming's lips curled up slightly, "It's not appropriate to give the jade slip before the illness has been cured."
Zhao Wusheng raised his eyebrows, and his brows were filled with heroic spirit.
"It's appropriate. You are a cheerful person and you are willing to treat me. I already owe you a favor. If I can cure it, it will be considered as a favor for rebirth."
After saying this, she threw out the jade slip.
Lin Ming took the jade slip, turned to look at Liu Yafei, and smiled apologetically.
Liu Yafei smiled brightly, shook her head imperceptibly, and said via voice: "Don't worry, the future is long."
She stood up and left, leaving her seat to Zhao Wusheng.
Be considerate!
Lin Ming once again deepened his good impression of Liu Yafei.
"You really shouldn't doubt Sister Yafei." Lin Ming cursed in his heart, then spread his hands and pointed, "Please sit down."
Zhao Wusheng nodded, put away the black sword, and sat down with a golden sword, showing a heroic demeanor.
Another woman who made a very deep impression... The curve of Lin Ming's mouth widened slightly.
The divine text with the word "healing" in his hand floated up, and tender green illusory sprouts sprinkled in the golden light of the text.
Lin Ming reached out his hand and pointed it into a sword, "I'm offended."
Zhao Wusheng hummed and raised his neck slightly, revealing the full view of the ferocious knife mark.
Lin Ming's fingertips landed on the skin of her neck, and an aggressive fire-like aura spread along his fingertips.
"What a domineering aura!"
Lin Ming frowned slightly, and the divine text with the word "healing" released his spiritual energy to resist the erosion of that spiritual energy.
Only then did the burning sensation on his fingertips subside.
"How many years has your injury lasted?"
Zhao Wusheng's throat moved slightly, not used to the feeling of Lin Ming's fingertips touching her throat.
Her voice was still hoarse, "Two years, four months."
"Have you been enduring this burning spiritual energy?" Lin Ming was surprised.
Zhao Wusheng smiled, half relieved and half helpless, "That man has died in my hands, but I can't remove the last magical sword skill he used before his death."
"That's the real reason why your scars never go away."
"Yes, so it's very difficult. I searched all over Qingming Province and only got one reply - medicine and stone can't cure it, unless there is a saint-level expert to take action, or someone who understands the special healing power of the divine text."
Zhao Wusheng's expression remained unchanged, but the fire of hope ignited in his eyes.
Lin Ming looked at Zhao Wusheng with a little more respect in his eyes.
"Two years and four months, my throat is burning, but I can't see any pain on your face... There are so many men who are not as good as you, you are really a woman."
Hearing the words "women should not let men down", Zhao Wusheng's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he looked at Lin Ming with a closer look.
Lin Ming closed his eyes, the word "Guan" appeared between his eyebrows, and all his attention was focused on Zhao Wusheng's neck.
Treatment begins!
The cafeteria suddenly became quiet, and everyone was waiting for the results of this treatment.
Once may be just a coincidence, but twice cannot be a coincidence.
Especially the stab wound on Zhao Wusheng's throat. This sword is a magical sword technique, a unique skill that can only be mastered by masters in the Miaowu Realm.
If Lin Ming could still be cured, it would mean a lot.
Which major force doesn't fight with outsiders?
How many wounded and sick people will be left in the battle, and they will no longer be able to make any progress because of their old wounds.
Once someone can solve this problem, the increase in the strength of that force will be huge.
