Chapter 155, misunderstanding of anger and Ximen Qianxue

"Ah, the goddess in my mind, was taken away by Brother Ding Hao..." Another boy was full of anger and anger.
This sentence has aroused the resonance of all people, some people hate the earth: "Ding brother is simply the male enemy of all men!"
The hunter boy Zhang Fan scratched his head: "Why do you say this? I think if Ding brother and Qian Xue teach together, it is very suitable!"
"Cut!" All the male disciples erected the on this 榆木疙瘩头.
Not expected by Ding Hao, Ximen Qianshui really brought himself to the remote medicine.
Unlike the last time, the medicines at this time have bloomed with beautiful flowers, like the splendid, extremely dazzling. In this idyllic autumn season, I suddenly saw such a cluster of splendid flowers. I feel refreshed.
This is the brilliant means of Ling Cao Dan pharmacists.
In a small range, with the mastery of the herb habits, you can plant the season grass.
Ding Hao was instilled in the minds of the ancestors in the past few days. He also knows a lot of Dan Pharmacists' skills, and he could not help but admire Ximen Qianxue. This girl who is elegant and clean like a white lotus is obviously deep in herbal medicine. The accomplishments are not just as common as she did when she was in class.
In front of this medicine, more than ten kinds of nine kinds of spirit grass were planted in the opposite season. It was only half a month, and it was almost the moment of harvest.
"Ding Hao, the last time I said, have you thought about it?" Ximen Qianxue turned back and stood quietly in the flowers, watching Ding Hao, with blame and regret in the light.
"Oh, this is..." Ding Hao scratched his head and nodded. "I think Ximen teaches you a lot. Lingcao Dan Pharmacy is a very useful study. I am willing to give energy to study." it."
"There is nothing to say." Ximen Qianxue broke Ding Hao's perfunctory. "Ding Hao, I admit that you are a genius, but there are so many geniuses in this world. You can beat the warriors today, because they have not grown up yet. It doesn't mean that you can do it in the future. When those guys really open up the treasures in the body, you will know how terrible the real blood warriors are, Ding Hao, you have to work hard, really hard, not squander yourself. Time and talent!"
Ding Hao heard the concern in Ximen Qianxue, and he looked at it seriously: "Ximen, your words, I remember."
Ximen Qianxue just nodded slightly, with a little helplessness: "I hope you can listen carefully next time, right, the last time I gave you herbal notes, have you seen it?"
Ding Hao smiled and said: "I saw it, but..."
"But what?" Simon Qian took a look at the snow, and his hand was stretched out. He said, "Let me take the notes out."
"Hey, this..." Ding Hao frowned slightly.
"Give me." Ximen Qian Xue beautiful and clear eyes looked at Ding Hao, quietly.
"That's all right." Ding Hao took out the line of medicinal lines from the storage ring and handed it over.
"Hey? It seems that you didn't lie this time, but it really looked." Seeing that the edge of the booklet was worn out of the burrs, this shows that Ding Hao really looked at the booklet diligently, and Simon Qianke accidentally snorted. Suddenly nodded slightly with satisfaction, but soon, when she opened the first page of the booklet, her face suddenly changed.
After several consecutive pages, the face of Ximen Qianxue instantly cooled down.
Her heart is cold.
It is too much.
It turned out that this booklet was actually painted a lot of messy things by Ding Haozhen, and some places were even simply painted off by black ink. This book that she carefully summed up and edited was simply useless by Ding Hao. The is the same, it is simply a painstaking effort.
"You let me down!"
Ximen Qianxue can't figure out why, such as a disciple like Ding Hao, obviously has a certain talent, is also very clever, is old and easygoing, but just refuses to work hard, to waste his great time?
Originally because of the twists and turns of Yuan Tianqi and others, Ximen Qianshou, who had a good impression on Ding Hao, felt that his heart was cold at this moment.
"Let's go, I won't take care of you again in the future." Ximen Qianxue waved his hands in a disheartened manner, and ordered the order.
"But...not what you think..." Ding Hao was a bit dumbfounded, and said that you are too ignorant of it, and that is not a doodle.
However, Ximen Qianxue obviously no longer wants to listen to what Ding Hao explained. He turned and entered the green bamboo hut in the depths of the medicine pot. He drew Ding Hao out and didn't want to pay any attention.
Ding Hao shook his head helplessly, sniffing the smell of the air, and turned away.
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In the afternoon, there was a practical class, which was taught by the peak of the black belly and the male king.
Unlike the light and easy-going Ximen Qianxue, the black man is an absolute violent madman. Every time he sees who is not pleasing to the eye in the actual class, he will single out in the name of "cutting the discussion."
The rookies are not the opponents of the three generations of disciples. Every time they are cried and crying.
The black man is a bit of a desire to be dissatisfied.
Today, the black man who is not pleasing to the eye is obviously Ding Hao.
In one lesson, but two hours, Ding Hao was stunned by the black man.
When the class was over, Ding Hao was turned into a panda eye, and both eyes had a black boxing mark. There were also many red and purple places on the body. Fortunately, Ding Hao’s ability to fight is very strong. The physique of the double Eucharist seems to have a certain degree of improvement after suffering from this kind of flesh and blood.
Ding Hao has become accustomed to being mad at the black man every other time.
He used this abuse as an exercise to improve his actual combat ability.
Because the belly black man has a bit of a broken mouth and likes to hate hatred, but whether it is personal strength or combat experience, it is extremely rich, and it is worth asking the three generations of disciple of Jianzong.
Ding Hao was very curious about his real realm. He tried several times to test it, but he could not measure the true strength of the black man.
Because every time the heads-up, the black man is suppressing his own strength, let Ding Hao feel that he is only a little higher than himself. When Ding Hao had a breakthrough, he thought that the two were almost the same. When he went to the black man with the belly, he still felt the kind of feeling.
Now Ding Hao can be 100% certain that the strength of the black man is definitely not worse than Yin Yifei and Lu Qi.
With the strength and identity of the black man, he actually condescended to teach the famous younger disciples, which is a bit confusing.
Is it because this guy, because his mouth is broken, too much like to pull hatred, offended the high level of Zongmen?
Every time Ding Hao was stunned, he would be so maliciously speculative.
"Haha, I am a little addicted today, kid, you have been beaten up, and you have grown a lot." The black man pinched his fist and looked at the dark circles on Ding Hao’s eyes, laughing happily: "Yes, haha The left and right punches are completely symmetrical, which is called a work of art!"
Artwork, your sister!
Ding Hao touched his eyes and sipped his mouth and took a breath of cold air. This monk is really a good hand today.
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Thanks to Mo Mingtang for his huge support.