The thatched cottage at Bujian Peak is piled with uncleared snow, facing the sun.
Looking at Shan Wuque's handsome little face that was eager for knowledge, Su Bei said with a gentle face:
"The so-called attack speed and critical strike is a term coined by my brother."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing was also stunned, with a look of suspicion on her face.
Have you never heard of this word in your last life?
Master created it himself?!
His ears pricked up involuntarily, his eyes were still calm, but his mind was no longer on the scratched "trousers".
"Is it a word created by senior brother himself?"
"As expected of senior brother, can you explain the meaning of these two words to junior sister?"
Su Bei looked at Shan Wukue's admiring eyes proudly, found a place to sit down slowly, and said:
"Attack speed! It refers to the number of times you cause damage to the enemy within the specified time. The more times, the faster the attack speed!"
"As for a critical hit, it means that the damage you cause to the enemy is much higher than your usual level!"
"..."
Shan Wuque suddenly realized.
So that’s it!
Looking at the flesh-black "pants" on Xiao Ruoqing's legs with bright eyes, she not only sighed:
“I didn’t expect such a small piece of “pants” to have such an effect.”
"As expected of senior brother! Junior sister admires me!"
Then he gently scratched his head and looked at Su Bei with some embarrassment:
"Well, senior brother, do you still have these "pants"? Junior sister also wants..."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing frowned and pursed her lips gently.
After Su Bei explained the meaning of attack speed and critical hit, he once again studied these tight "pants" carefully.
Where does the attack speed and critical hit come from?
These are just ordinary pants that are somewhat comfortable to wear!
Then he looked at Su Bei with an imperceptible mocking suspicion.
The Eighth Elder is still the same as in the last life, stupid and stupid, only obsessed with swordsmanship, being played by his master...
Ah.
Increase attack speed and critical hit?
If this thing was really that magical, how could it be torn apart so easily by myself?
Apart from being more comfortable to wear, these "pants" don't have any defensive capabilities at all!
And how can you increase your attack speed by wearing this thing?
Just bragging.
However, since he put on these pants, the master has already peeked at him forty-seven times in just a few minutes.
...
Su Bei was stunned when he heard Shan Wique's request.
She seems to have misunderstood something... The attack speed and critical hit were not added to herself!!
His eyes couldn't help but turn to Shan Wique's pair of straight and slender legs without any fat, and his slim and round ankles.
And those little white and delicate feet stepping on the soft snow without shoes.
Under the sunlight, you can vaguely see the light blue slender blood vessels under the skin.
Then he coughed lightly and said in a deep voice:
"Eighth Junior Sister, senior brother doesn't have anything extra on hand right now."
"My disciple's silk... pants are nothing more than a test product."
"..."
Looking at Shan Wique's downcast eyes with disappointment, Su Bei quickly spoke again:
"But since it's junior sister who wants it, how could senior brother not give it to you?"
"It just so happens that I have another pair here. Although I keep it for myself to wear,... I'll give this to you!"
"..."
Shan Wukue quickly raised his head, blinked his eyes, and said excitedly:
"Really? Thank you, senior brother!"
Su Bei shook slightly, and the storage ring on his hand flashed with light.
Shan Wuque took over the mysterious "pants" with satisfaction.
Then I walked into the thatched cottage and was ready to change into it impatiently.
"Senior brother, don't peek!"
Xiao Ruoqing sighed quietly and patted her head.
This stupid uncle.
Su Bei saw Shan Wique enter the thatched cottage, and then waved gently to Xiao Ruoqing.
Under the doubtful eyes of the good disciple, he gently took out the book [The protagonist must practice exercises] from his arms and handed it to Xiao Ruoqing.
"Disciple, this is the one chosen for you by your master from the many techniques of the Hidden Sword Pavilion..."
Seeing Xiao Ruoqing's obviously frowning brows and pouting her lips to say something, Su Bei sat up straight and looked at Xiao Ruoqing with an inscrutable expression:
"Disciple, do you think this technique looks ordinary?"
Xiao Ruoqing looked at the crooked characters on the notebook, with black lines all over her face.
Very average?
What kind of idiot would pick out this technique?
Shouldn't he get that copy of [Qingfeng Qi Sword Jue] for himself?
Why do you feel that everything around you is so strange after you come back?
wrong!
Not that things around here are weird!
——It’s strange to have only one’s own master.
But it doesn't rule out the possibility that he is testing himself.
Xiao Ruoqing took a deep breath and took the book [The protagonist must practice exercises] with both hands.
Maybe...maybe this book will be different?
The breeze is gentle.
Su Beiduan sat on the chair, staring at the exercise book, intending to explain the unique features of this exercise book to Xiao Ruoqing.
"Disciple, you have to know that this world is never short of geniuses."
"Let's not talk about Beihai, Western Wilderness, Southern Barbarians, and Eastern Territory. How much vast land does the twenty-one states alone have?"
"How many people are there? How many geniuses are there among so many people?"
"There are so many geniuses! How many geniuses are famous in this world?"
"My teacher has reviewed the history of the twenty-one states and summarized it in a few words! The so-called journey to becoming an immortal depends on luck!"
"some people......"
got windy.
Northern Jiangsu feels the cool wind.
Feel the dead leaves falling bit by bit, feel the purple skirt flying out of the thatched cottage instantly...
Just like a butterfly flying all over the sky, its body is carried away by the wind and mixed with the dead leaves.
etc?
skirt?
The skirt floated right on Su Bei's face, and one could smell the faint fragrance.
Immediately afterwards, Shan Wuque's voice came from the thatched cottage:
"Brother, I don't need to wear a skirt when I wear these "pants"."
"I threw out the skirt that was in the way. These pants are so comfortable..."
"It feels very delicate, but I don't feel any difference."
"And isn't the fabric of these pants a little transparent? It can't even cover me..."
"I'm going out..."
"..."
Su Bei coughed violently, and a picture appeared in his mind involuntarily!
She...she only wore stockings, no skirt?!
There are countless pictures of various student materials in the one-T study materials folder in Blue Star Computer. Su Bei's mind went through them quickly like a horse.
His body shivered subconsciously.
If that cold girl Dan Wulan knew how she treated her sister, she would lose her skin even if she didn't die!!
Su Bei threw aside the skirt covering his face, quickly rummaged through various clothes from the storage ring, and said:
"No...no way!"
"Junior sister, please don't come out yet."
"For...brother, let me find you a more comfortable skirt."