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After listening to the gentleman's words, everyone fell into silence for a moment.

"Eh!!??" Mao Nanbei blinked his big eyes with a look of shock.

She didn't expect that the one occupying the latrine and not taking a shit was actually her teacher!

Although Mao Nanbei is a little out of touch on weekdays, he can't make mistakes in principle when it comes to respecting teachers and respecting morality. She immediately covered her mouth with both hands and said, "I shut up."

The cat is autistic.

The gentleman looked at the shocked people, coughed slightly, and nodded with satisfaction.

He pretended not to choke on the tea, raised an orchid finger, picked up the tea cup again, took a sip, and said:

"I have learned a lot from my master, but I have some experience in the art of swordsmanship. You don't need to be surprised."

Lu Xun thought to himself: "Come on, come on, the most common way of pretending to be humble!"

At the same time, Lu Xun discovered something else wrong.

My sword luck can add buffs to nearby sword cultivators. My husband admits that he has sword luck. Why didn't Mao Nanbei, as a sword cultivator, sense it?

Is it because Sword Luck cannot add buff to Sword Cultivation?

After Lu Xun thought about it for a moment, he asked: "Sir, after the disciple has [Sword Luck], it seems to have an impact on nearby sword cultivators. I wonder if [Sword Luck]..."

The teacher waved his hand and said, "You are the norm. Being a teacher is a bit special, so I won't mention it."

Lu Xun saw that his husband was unwilling to elaborate, so he didn't want to mention it again.

The old man has lived for who knows how many years, and there are always some unspeakable secrets or big secrets, which is normal.

At this time, Lu Xun was looking forward to the day when he saw his husband use a knife.

"I don't know what kind of big scene it will be then?" He thought in his heart.

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The tea party in the back mountain ended after half an hour.

The husband has his own biological clock. If he has nothing to do, he will go back to the house to rest, just like taking a beauty nap.

As soon as the teacher stepped forward, a sword light flashed in the bamboo forest. It was [Sword Qi Near] and the scabbard returning.

Although Lu Xun said that everyone does not need to go all the way back to the sect, he has already been back to the back mountain for a whole day. Naturally, [the sword energy is close] and the scabbard cannot stay outside the sect for too long.

It can be seen that after spending some time alone, the relationship between the sword and the scabbard quickly heated up, and a scene of farewell was staged in the bamboo forest.

Ugh, this dog food tastes really bad.

In the end, the scabbard returned to Lu Xun's hand, and [the sword energy was close] "turned back three times with one step" and slowly floated back to the top of the Tibetan Mountain.

"Then let's go back to the house, too?" Lu Xun looked at the girls and said.

Hey, it feels very powerful to say this to four women.

But to be honest, Lu Xun had stayed at the foot of the mountain for so long, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep during this time.

Although at his level, it doesn't really matter whether he sleeps or not, but to be honest, a good sleep is a great enjoyment and can bring him a sense of pleasure.

With his husband here in the back mountain, this is the safest place in the world. Lu Xun can rest without warning and relax his tense nerves during this period.

A man and four women did not choose to fly, but walked slowly towards the small study on the top of the mountain.

The magical fireflies in the back mountain are flying around, acting as street lights.

Mao Nanbei jumped up to scare the fireflies, then hung on Lu Xun, and never stopped.

After arriving at the small study room, everyone went back to their houses.

Lu Xun had just taken off his black robe and was only wearing an undershirt when he heard a slight knock on the door.

He could sense that it was Xiao Chan'er standing outside the door.

Due to his own particularity, coupled with the changes brought about by [Sword Raising Technique], he has a faint connection with Lin Chan, who was born with a sword.

Therefore, the master and the apprentice have extremely keen perceptions of each other.

Lu Xun stood up, opened the door, and saw Lin Chan with his little head lowered and his eyes fixed on his toes.

She is not as talented as Ji Li in some aspects. When Ji Li lowers her head, she can't see her toes.

Lu Xun spread his palm, handed it to Lin Chan, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Chan'er, why are you looking for me as a teacher?"

The little mute stretched out his index finger and started writing in Lu Xun's palm.

This is a unique communication model between master and disciple, which has continued from the first day of apprenticeship to the present.

"Master, do you need me to help you practice?" Lin Chan wrote in Lu Xun's palm.

The fingertips ran across the palm of my hand, feeling cold and itchy.

This shy and innocent girl writes gently and softly on her palms without much effort.

Lu Xun lowered his head and glanced at Lin Chan. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, I happened to have broken through several realms recently, and there should be a lot of residual power in my body. I need you to use [Sword Raising Technique] to mobilize it. "

He is actually not in a hurry to improve his physique for the time being, because unless it is a direct breakthrough, the improvement from [high-grade spiritual sword 10%] to [20%] will not be that obvious.

But he knew very well that Lin Chan had always felt that there was not much she could do for her master, so she was extremely concerned about assisting in training.

After Lu Xun sat cross-legged on the bed, he patted the bed and said, "Come here, sit down."

"Oh." Xiaochan'er responded in her heart, then walked quickly with her head lowered and sat in front of Lu Xun.

There were not many candles in the room, making the overall environment slightly darker. This also caused the two of them to feel hazy even though they were sitting very close to each other.

Lin Chan originally had a strong girl-next-door vibe, but now she instinctively lowers her head, giving the impression that she is more like a budding flower.

Lu Xun raised his palms and said gently: "Let's get started."

Lin Chan nodded vigorously, then raised his little hand and pressed it closely with Lu Xun's palms.

Lu Xun didn't feel anything, but Lin Chan was stunned for a few seconds.

"It's this strange feeling again." She said in her heart.

Her sensitive little ears turned red in an instant. Lu Xun didn't notice because he had his eyes closed.

"Be still, be still, be still..." Lin Chan recited several times silently in her heart before she calmed down and used the [Sword Raising Technique] to pull the power within Lu Xun's body.

These powers scattered everywhere were slowly absorbed by Lu Xun's body as the [Sword Raising Technique] operated.

Time passed by, and half an hour later, all the power was absorbed by the body.

Lu Xun opened his character panel and checked, and found that his physical strength had risen to [High Grade Spirit Sword 7%].

"Not bad, not bad." He was very satisfied.

After opening his eyes, he slowly lowered his four palms. Lu Xun looked at Lin Chan and wondered, "Xiao Chan'er, why are your ears so red."

He didn't know that these little ears had been red for more than half an hour.

Lin Chan met Lu Xun's gaze like a frightened little rabbit. She didn't dare to sit on the bed for a moment longer. She quickly stood up and stood aside with her head lowered.

If it were before, she could be sure that her purpose of assisting her master in cultivation was very simple, she just wanted to do something for her master, nothing more.

But now, she knew very well that it was more than just that.

She now has some "little selfish motives".

Although she is reluctant to admit it, she does have some "rebellious" thoughts now.

——She wants to get in touch with the master.

She enjoys this process of assisting in cultivation.

In this silent night, with his little head lowered and his little red ears, the little mute heard his own thunderous heartbeat.

"Plop!"

"Plop!!"

"POP!!!"

The sound was loud and dense, just like the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.

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(PS: The second update, I accidentally came a few minutes late. I thought about the title for a long time. Being a narcissist, I think it was a great choice~)