Half an hour later.
Lin Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly and retracted his hand.
"Miss Zhao, you can take a look in the mirror."
Zhao Wusheng opened his red lips lightly and said, "Okay."
As soon as the word came out, the sound was like the cry of a fire phoenix, heroic and charming at the same time.
Sounds good!
She couldn't believe it was her own voice.
He tried to pronounce a few onomatopoeias, but he no longer had the hoarse feeling of the past. Zhao Wusheng's bright eyes were as clear as water, glowing with radiance.
She put her hands on Lin Ming's shoulders and pulled him back across the table.
The distance between the two suddenly became extremely close.
The tips of their noses were almost touching, and they could clearly feel each other's breath.
Lin Ming asked: "Miss Zhao, what are you doing?"
Zhao Wusheng looked serious, "Didn't you say that I need a mirror? I never carry a mirror since I was injured, so I used your eyes as a mirror."
After saying this, she raised her head slightly and moved her head left and right, using Lin Ming's eyes to examine the skin on her neck.
Zhao Wusheng's breath is deep, even and slender, with a delicate fragrance like an orchid.
Lin Ming was very close to her, and his breath was filled with her fragrance.
Lin Ming: (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)
My mood suddenly became happy.
Because he saw beautiful things emerging from the ruins and blooming with the beauty that should belong to her.
"Miss Zhao..."
Zhao Wusheng stretched out her finger and pressed it between Lin Ming's lips, "Call me Sister Wusheng from now on."
Lin Ming nodded and smiled, "Okay, my sister Sheng."
Zhao Wusheng pressed Lin Ming's shoulders and asked him to sit back down, then raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Thank you for your hard work, brother Ming. From now on, you will be one of my family members. If you need anything, you can call me."
Lin Ming smiled and said, "Okay, if there is someone you can't defeat, then you have to trouble Sister Sheng to take action."
"Hahahaha... no problem! I don't know much about other things, but I'm good at fighting and killing people."
Zhao Wusheng has a bold smile, but she has an unparalleled grace. At this moment, she is no longer inferior to Liu Yafei.
Everyone: 〣(ºΔº)〣
Unfortunately, there is another peerless beauty that I am not sure about. This guy Lin Ming has become her famous younger brother!
This is the mentality of men.
The women were holding on to their clothes or clenching their fists, looking at Zhao Wusheng and Lin Ming.
Among them, one-third admired Lin Ming's handsomeness, one-third admired Zhao Wusheng's heroic demeanor, and one-third had strange eyes but a happy smile on his face, as if in his mind. What scenes are played in it that are not humane to outsiders.
At this time, Zhao Wusheng suddenly stood up and bowed solemnly to Lin Ming.
"This kindness is equivalent to a new life, thank you very much!"
Lin Ming stretched out his hand and held up Zhao Wusheng: "Sister Wusheng, you're welcome."
Zhao Wusheng raised his head: (๑๑)
After making a playful face, she lifted up her cuffs, revealing both arms, which were covered with sword scars, old and new.
"Since it's been remade, let's make it a little simpler."
Lin Ming: "..."
Not long after, the sword scars on Zhao Wusheng's arms were fully recovered.
Most of her injuries were old scars that had scabbed over, and the scars fell off, immediately revealing new and tender skin, which then became the same as the surrounding skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the witness of everyone, the entire process once again revealed the magic of Lin Ming's divine text with the word "healing".
At this time, the students who also studied medicine were already hungry and thirsty.
"I would also like to ask Brother Lin Ming to explain why your divine text with the word 'heal' has healing effects?"
"This divine inscription should mean that it can enhance the effects of other divine inscriptions or martial arts. Why can it heal diseases and injuries in your hands?"
"I beg the Chief to clear up my doubts! I beg the Chief to clear up my doubts!"
Lin Ming smiled, pressed his hands together, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
"Healing also has another meaning - healing, healing, self-healing, which can be used to heal wounds..."
After listening to Lin Ming's narration, everyone fell silent.
They can understand the meaning of every word, and even connect it into sentences and words, but they still can't understand it thoroughly.
Several junior students also mastered the divine word "healing", but they were unable to achieve the effect Lin Ming said.
Everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
Helpless, someone asked:
"Is there a specific method to follow that can better understand this level of true meaning?"
Lin Ming shook his head, "No matter how specific it is, I don't understand how it should be taught."
In the crowd, a certain man said in a strange manner:
"Please also ask Lin Ming, Senior Brother, not to hide it. There is no way that a genius with talent can't teach us."
Zhao Wusheng snorted coldly and took the knife out of its sheath.
Keng!
A black knife flew through the air and accurately found the sinister guy in the crowd.
Swish, brush, brush!
Without any unnecessary words, he was stabbed three times in a row, one on his head, one on his bald head, one on his clothes, and one on his trousers.
In an instant, the man was only wearing a pair of obscene pants, his face turned red, but he did not dare to move.
The black knife lay across his throat, the sharp blade showing a cold feeling.
Zhao Wusheng said quietly: "Some things can be said, and some things cannot be said. Mingdi is innocent and kind, and I won't argue with you, but I don't want to rub sand in my eyes."
Everyone was silent because few could beat her.
However, they disagreed with Zhao Wusheng's words.
Lin Ming is not naive and kind!
Yesterday, he used his sword neatly and killed Mo Xuanji with a piece of wood, but he was not someone to be trifled with.
The order after that was relatively stable. Most of them were senior students who came up to ask Lin Ming to heal his injuries or to inform him of his injuries in a low voice and to make an appointment at a certain time.
After all, some injuries are not easy to treat in public.
The cafeteria suddenly turned into a medical clinic.
The morning passed quietly, and Lin Ming's breakfast was completely cold.
It doesn’t matter if he eats, or if he doesn’t eat.
At this time, the old man in cloud robe with white hair and childish face came over.
He was the only tutor lined up with many students.
"I am Meng Yuanhao." The old man did not think too highly of himself and would not take it for granted that Lin Ming should know his name.
Lin Ming stood up, bowed and saluted, "Student Lin Ming."
Behind him, Zhao Wusheng also saluted the old man, "I've met Master Meng."
Lin Ming smiled and said, "What injuries are there on Master Meng?"
Meng Yuanhao shook his head, "There are no injuries. I just have a few questions. Please ask Mr. Lin Ming to clarify them."
I didn't feel ashamed to ask without knowing... Lin Ming saw the true demeanor of an ancient master in the old man in front of him.
Lin Ming looked solemn and straightened his clothes, as if he was a student waiting for the teacher to test him, "Please tell me."
Meng Yuanhao nodded, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then became calm again.
The two started the conversation about the divine text with the word "healing", and then enjoyed the world of the divine text, talking heartily.
The people around him heard it very clearly at first, then it was a little blurry, and then they couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the two people at all.
Even some instructors or outstanding inner court disciples like Zhao Wusheng could only look at each other in shock.
Can't understand! ! !
The amount of knowledge stored is not at the same level at all.
Meng Yuanhao spent his whole life studying divine literature, and no one was surprised that he had such talent.
But Lin Ming was only eighteen years old. Even if he started learning from his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to learn it to this extent.
Later, the cafeteria that had been transformed into a medical center was transformed into a school. During lunch time, the entire Xuanwen College students went to the cafeteria, not to eat, but to listen to the conversation between Lin Ming and Meng Yuanhao.
As long as you can understand one or two of the divine words, it will be a great gain!
Everyone was intoxicated.
The aunt and uncle serving food in the canteen were speechless.
The losses were huge today, no one ate the food, and no one appreciated their craftsmanship at all.
Noon time, no time, Shen time...
The huge canteen was already full of people, and there were still piles of people scratching the doors and windows outside.
Every now and then someone is ecstatic.
"Hahahahaha, I understand, thank you Chief Lin Ming, thank you Master Meng!"
"I see, the divine text has many sounds and meanings. No wonder my understanding has never been thorough, and the condensation of the divine text has always been stuck on the silver-colored earth."
"Can anyone remember what happened today? This is definitely a good story!"
"Okay, okay, after listening to the conversation between Senior Brother Lin Ming and Master Meng, although I didn't realize the true meaning of divine literature, I have developed the desire to create and plan to write a book of interesting miscellaneous notes, called "The Record of Divine Literature in the Canteen"."
