“Ah, the goddess in my mind has been taken away by Senior Brother Ding Hao again…” Another boy was full of grief and indignation.

Such words resonated with everyone. Some people said severely, “Senior Brother Ding is simply the public enemy of all men.”

The hunter teenager Zhang Fan scratched the back of his head, “Why do you say that? I think if Senior Brother Ding and Madam Ximen Qianxue were together, and they would make a perfect match!”

“Shit!” All the male disciples raised the middle finger at him.

As expected by Ding Hao, Ximen Qianxue brought him to the remote herb garden again.

It was different from the last time when they came. The herb garden at this time was already blooming with beautiful flowers, just like the beautiful brocade, which was extremely dazzling. In this late autumn season when thousands of grass withered, suddenly seeing such a splendid flower cluster made people feel refreshed.

This was the clever method of spiritual grass master.

In a small scale, with his mastery of the herbs habitual nature, he was able to plant the spiritual grass against the season.

Some knowledge about spiritual herbs was instilled into Ding Hao’s mind by the Saber Master these days, so Ding Hao knew a lot about skills of the immortality elixir master. He couldn’t help secretly admiring Ximen Qianxue. This elegant and clean girl like a white lotus obviously had deep attainments in herbal medicine. She was not just as ordinary as she showed in class.

In front of this herb garden, more than ten kinds of the spiritual grass of Level Nine had been planted off season. It was only half a month and the harvest time was approaching.

“Ding Hao, have you thought about what I said last time?” Ximen Qianxue turned back and stood quietly among the flowers, looking at Ding Hao with reproach and regret in her eyes.

“Uh, well…” Ding Hao scratched the head back, nodded and said, “I think you teach me a lot. Spiritual grass and immortality elixir are very useful science. I am willing to divert my effort to learn it.”

“You don’t mean what you say.” Ximen Qianxue’s words broke through Ding Hao’s perfunctory remarks, “Ding Hao, I admit that you are a genius, but there are really many geniuses in this world. You can defeat the bloodline warrior disciples today because they have not yet grown up. This does not mean that you can do it in the future. Only when those guys really open up the treasure in their bodies will you know how terrible the real bloodline warriors are. Ding Hao, you must work hard and really work hard, instead of wasting your time and talent like this!”

Ding Hao recognized the concern in Ximen Qianxue’s words and nodded with a serious look, “Madam, I have remembered your words.”

Ximen Qianxue nodded slightly and said with a little helplessness, “I hope you can listen attentively in the next class. By the way, did you read the notes I gave you on herbal medicine last time?”

Ding Hao smiled and said, “Yes, but…”

“But what?” Ximen Qianxue glared at him and stretched out her delicate hand. “Show me your notes,” she said.

“Uh, this…” Ding Hao frowned slightly in an embarrassing manner.

“Give it to me.” Ximen Qianxue, with her beautiful clear eyes, looked at Ding Hao, quietly.

“Well then.” From the Storage Ring, Ding Hao took out the thread-bound booklet with a fragrant smell of medicine and handed it over.

“Hey? It seems that you didn’t lie this time, but you did read the book.” Noticing the edge of the brochure was ground out burrs, this showed that Ding Hao was really diligent in reading the brochure. Then Ximen Qianxue made a surprising sound and nodded with slight satisfaction. But soon, when she opened the first page of the brochure, immediately her face changed.

After turning several pages continuously, Ximen Qianxue’s face became cold in an instant.

She was cold in the heart.

Ding Hao really went too far.

It turned out that this pamphlet was painted with a lot of messy things by Ding Hao at an oblique angle, and some places were even smeared with black ink. This book, which she carefully summarized and edited, was simply smeared by Ding Hao as useless garbage. This was a waste of her efforts.

“You… let me down so much!”

Ximen Qianxue couldn’t understand why disciples like Ding Hao obviously had certain talents and were also very smart, and even were experienced and easy-going, but they just refused to work hard and wasted their good time.

Because of twists and turns concerning Yuan Tiangang and others, Ximen Qianxue, who was very fond of Ding Hao, felt cold at this moment.

“You can go now, and I’ll no longer care about you.” Ximen Qianxue gave a hand dismissively and ordered him to leave.

“But… it’s not what you think…” Ding Hao was a little dumbfounded. He said in his mind, “You were ignorant and what I did was not graffiti.”

But obviously, Ximen Qianxue no longer wanted to hear what Ding Hao explained. She turned around and entered the bamboo hut deep in the medicine garden, leaving Ding Hao outside without talking to him. She didn’t want to listen to him anymore.

Ding Hao reluctantly shook his head, sniffed the fragrance of herbs in the air and turned and left.

…

In the afternoon, there was a practical combat class, which was taught by Wang Juefeng, a cynical male teacher with a beard.

Different from light and easy-going Ximen Qianxue, this cynical man was an absolutely violent maniac. Every time he saw anyone who was not pleasing to him in practical combat class, the disciple would be called out to fight one against one in the name of “compete”.

Those rookies were naturally not rivals to this third-generation disciple, and they were beaten to tears every time.

But the cynical man was not satisfied at all.

The disciple who was not pleasing to him today was Ding Hao obviously.

In the lecture lasting only four hours, Ding Hao was beaten three times by the cynical man.

When the class was over, Ding Hao was beaten into a panda’s eyes. Both eyes had a black fist print and there were many red and purple blood stasis spots all over his body. Fortunately, Ding Hao’s anti-fighting ability was extremely strong, the constitution of the “Saintly Being of Saber and Sword” seemed to be improved to a certain extent after suffering from this kind of flesh pain.

Ding Hao had become accustomed to being beaten by the cynical man at intervals.

He regarded this abuse as an exercise to improve his practical combat ability.

Although the cynical teacher was loquacious and liked to court envy, both his personal strength and combat experience were extremely rich, so he deserved the title of a third-generation disciple in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Ding Hao was once very curious about his real realm and tried again and again, but he could not test out the real strength of this cynical man.

Because every one-on-one fight, the cynical teacher suppressed his own strength so that it made Ding Hao feel that he was only a little stronger than Ding Hao. However, whenever Ding Hao made a breakthrough and thought that they were about the same, he still felt that there was a small gap between them when he went to fight one against one with the cynical man.

Now Ding Hao was 100% sure that the cynical man was absolutely no worse than Yin Yifei and Lu Qi in strength.

With the cynical man’s strength and status, he condescended to teach those rookie nominal disciples, and Ding Hao could not understand it.

Was it because this guy was loquacious with a bad mouth and liked to court envy so that he had offended the top officials of the sect?

Every time when Ding Hao was punched black and blue, he would make such malicious speculation.

“Haha, today it is a bit enjoyable, boy, your ability of being beaten has improved a lot,” said the cynical man, holding his fist and looking at the dark circles of Ding Hao’s eyes and laughing with satisfaction. “Yes, haha, the left and right fist prints are completely symmetrical and can be called works of art!”

Fuck off the work of art!

Ding Hao touched his eyes, grinned and took a cold breath. This bitch, today he really beats me hard.