The waste she became the first array mage

Lin Chunfang was in seclusion for two days, and showed up on time on the third day to make body-strengthening medicine for Li Yirou. Li Yirou couldn't refuse, so she could only trouble her senior sister.

Her life for the next 10 days was still a straight line between the courtyard and the dining hall, and she finally used up all the medicine bags for tempering her body.

Li Yiru's skin has basically returned to its original whiteness, and its toughness has improved a lot. Even a light scratch with the knife Aunt Xiuling gave her will not cause any wounds.

There has been a noticeable improvement from the skin, bones, muscles to the entire body.

When Li Yirou threw a punch, she could even create some wind.

She no longer felt the dull pain in her meridians while practicing, and was left with a feeling of spiritual excitement.

So this is how other people practice, it’s so cool…

Li Yirou was so excited that she walked around the yard. Suddenly, she found that the firewood she had taken from the canteen was still piled in the corner. She slapped her forehead and realized that she had been so busy recently that she had forgotten about it.

He put the firewood into the backpack and hurried over. It seemed that he saw that there was not much firewood left in the canteen yesterday, but he only remembered it now.

Wang Xiuling was cooking in the yard. When she saw Li Yirou, she frowned and said, "Xiaorou, didn't you finish your body tempering yesterday?"

"Auntie Lingxiu, I'm here to return the firewood." Auntie Xiuling remembered it very clearly, yet she still said that she had a bad memory and had forgotten many things...

"Besides, I'm afraid you'll have to come here to eat for a few more days. I exchanged the fasting pills for some walnut charcoal."

"It's really because our residence is too close to Master and his family. Firewood creates smoke, and we're afraid of disturbing them."

Wang Xiuling nodded, "I still have some fasting pills. I'll get you a bottle later."

"No need, Aunt Xiuling, save it for when you don't want to cook."

Wang Xiuling sighed. Xiaorou was a stickler for what she said in this regard. Every time she tried to persuade her, she would get herself involved.

If she doesn't want it, then forget it.

"By the way, how does your master treat you?" This time Wang Xiuling stared at her, as if she was afraid that she was lying.

"It's okay." Li Yirou didn't try to coax her this time, but instead said something nice, "He doesn't pay much attention to me, and only checks on my cultivation occasionally."

"But I still have my senior sister, who is very kind to me. If I have any problems with cultivation, she will help me."

"That's good." Wang Xiuling stared at her for a while, and seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, the worry in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Li Yirou had a hunch that something was wrong and asked, "Aunt Xiuling, why are you asking this?"

Wang Xiuling thought for a long time before speaking to her: "Yesterday Xiaoman, that is, Elder Feng came to see me and told me something about your master. It made me a little worried. It's all in the past. Don't worry about it."

"What's the matter with Master?" Li Yirou was very curious about what she said halfway.

"That's it..." Wang Xiuling paused before continuing, "Elder Feng didn't expect Elder Han to accept a spiritual root like you as an inner disciple. He said that he used to be indifferent and cruel. He looked down on the menial disciples, outer disciples, and even the heads, and had a bad attitude."

"There were two outer sect disciples who somehow offended him and were beaten to death by him."

"It is said that later on, the head of the sect, Lu Guanqing, even asked him to swear that he would not harm these disciples at will in the future."

The more Li Yirou listened, the more surprised she was. She never expected her master to have done such a thing. She thought he was the kind of person who looked cold but had a bit of enthusiasm, otherwise how could he have saved her.

But my mind suddenly recalled the discomfort I felt when I first met my master, and the cold look that flashed across his face.

No, no, Li Yirou thought of the kindness her master had shown her and just wanted to speak for him, believing that there must be a reason behind it.

"Perhaps those two disciples did something against the law of nature." Wang Xiuling concluded. After all, he was quite nice to Xiao Rou, and he should not be the kind of person who would kill innocent people just because he looked down on low-level disciples.

Li Yirou nodded, and Wang Xiuling urged again, "Okay, eat first, and then go back quickly after you finish eating."

Li Yiru was feeling confused and finished eating in silence. Wang Xiuling asked her to go back quickly and not waste time.

The body tempering was over, and she didn't have the energy to find reasons to convince her because of her master's matter. She just told Aunt Xiuling to tell the headmaster if she felt unwell and not to cook anymore.

Wang Xiuling smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I can't do it, I will definitely go and I won't force myself."

Back in the house, Li Yirou also persuaded herself that no matter how her master treated others, he was a good person to her. He saved her and gave her the status of an inner sect disciple. How could she be bothered by his bad treatment of others?

Without further ado, she opened the last paper book - "Tai Chi Sword Techniques".

The title page of the book reads "Five Elements Tai Chi Sword", which is divided into five parts: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. It is a sword move based on the five-series exercises, and there are also some auxiliary pictures to illustrate the moves.

I finished reading it with great interest, and there were three small words written at the end of the book - End of the first part.

This book is divided into two parts, but she has borrowed all the paper books on martial arts in the library. Could it be hidden in the pile of picture books?

Li Yirou wanted to learn the basic swordsmanship first. Sword cultivators are cultivators who use weapons to attack at close range during battles. Most cultivators use swords as weapons, so they are generally called sword cultivators. They are similar to the melee attack characters that Li Yirou played in games in her previous world. They can deal high damage during battles, but they are also more likely to get hurt.

A magic cultivator like Senior Sister Lin Chunfang can fight from a long distance. The advantage is that they can maintain distance and have more reaction time to protect themselves. The disadvantage is that their damage is not as high as that of a sword cultivator.

Li Yiru was helpless when facing Zhao Jinfan's two attacks. Her spiritual roots were too weak, and the effects of her magic spells were average. If she could learn some basic sword techniques first, she could unleash stronger magic power.

I followed the movements by following the diagrams in the book. Every time I guided the spiritual energy to my fingertips, it was like a flame being stalled, with a crackling sound and then there was no further power.

I took out the dagger that Aunt Xiuling had given me before, but it was still the same.

It may be that his cultivation level is low and he is unable to bring out the power of the sword technique. Another possibility is that he does not have any magic weapon. After all, this dagger is just an ordinary weapon.

Li Yirou lamented that she would have a few days of leisure just as the formation plate was about to be exchanged, but she didn't expect that she would have to save money to buy a suitable weapon again.

When it got dark, she stopped studying, made a cup of heat-clearing tea and took a break, preparing to meditate and practice after returning from walking in the snow.

As the time was running out, it still hadn't come back. Li Yirou was worried that it might have seen something good and wanted to bring back, and might get hurt.

Just as she was wondering what to do, she saw the shadow of a kitten jumping down from the wall. Li Yirou went forward to greet it and saw that it was holding a smaller ball of fur in its mouth. It looked like a mouse, which might be its food.

Li Yirou felt relieved and went back to her room to practice, but Taxue followed her in and pestered her, nudging her hand with his head.

She stretched out her hand in confusion, and Taxue let go, placing the little ball of fur in her palm.