Infinite Throne

   Chapter 821 Handyman Class

Time flies.

   It has been half a year in the blink of an eye.

  Irin, Lin Yi, human, thirteen and a half years old, affiliated with Tianjianmen, is a glorious… handyman disciple.

   Half a year, ah, half a year!

   Jian Nanchun is such a bastard, does he know how I came here in the past six months! ah?

   One morning.

   The sun is rising.

   The sky is shining.

Yi Rin got up from the single room assigned by the sect and the bed of the wooden hut in the extremely luxurious single apartment, picked up the little wooden figurine around him, and used the family carpenter's knife given by Lin's father with tears before he left, and carved it **** the wooden figurine. Make a mark.

  In this era of no electronic calendar, no AI housekeeper, no clock, no mobile phone.

  Irin developed the habit of recording the days at hand.

   From the mouth of Uncle Chenbei, a servant disciple of Wannian, Yi Rin learned that the place where Tianjianmen hangs in the sky is located in a "Wonderland on Earth".

   After listening to his description, Yi Rin speculated that this place was most likely a "secret realm".

   is either "singularity" or "dungeon", in a word, it is a small world hidden in a big world.

   But the time flow in Tianjianmen fairyland is no different from the world.

   Six o'clock is a day, and six o'clock is a night.

   Day and night alternate, and the sun and the moon pass by.

   So Irin invented the timer.

   It was a little wooden figure he carved by hand.

  The three characters "Jiannanchun" are engraved on the back of the wooden figure.

   Every day and night, Yi Rin will carve a knife on the "Jiannan Chunmu Ren".

   So far, one hundred and eighty-nine thin marks have been engraved. There are not many slashes, and there are not many slashes. There is almost no room for the wooden figures.

   "Time to carve a new wooden figure."

  Irin casually stuffed the "timer" puppet under the quilt and walked outside. There was a clear stream running down the hill, past the utility house. It was misty in the morning, refreshing and moisturizing the lungs. Yi Rin filled a basin of water with a wooden basin. After a brief wash, while the other wooden huts were still silent, he sat on a large round stone with a simple grass on the stone. Po.

   This is where he usually meditates and gathers his qi.

  Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...

   "Pfft."

   sucking and sucking, a fart leaked out of Yilin's back door... leaked.

"Wa hahaha-"

  A delicate little man emerged from the back of Yi Rin's neck and sneered recklessly in his ear.

   "Didn't you say, there are many tall people here, and their range of spiritual consciousness can almost cover the entire hanging immortal mountain. If I find you, I can't explain it."

   Yi Rin held the "mini" Bai Xiaoyi's toothpick-thick arm, raised it in front of him, and scolded lightly with a dark face.

   "Tsk, young master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your enchantment was able to isolate most of the spiritual exploration?"

   Bai Xiaoyi was pinched by Yi Rin and played with it carefully, but couldn't move, so she could not help curling up, pretending to be pitiful.

"Would you like to have some snacks? I can isolate most of the spiritual exploration, but I didn't say that I can completely ignore it. You forgot that I told you more than ten years ago that in unfamiliar and unknown places, you can go out and go. , if you don't expose yourself, you can live a hundred years."

"Master," on the other side of Yi Rin's ear, a palm-sized "elf" in a mini red dress, shaking her long snow-white hair, her face was as cold as ice, and reminded in a helpless tone: "That is Who, at the third watch last night, sneaked out of Wanjuan Mountain to investigate the ban on Lingshan?"

   This other miniature person, if you look closely, it is the shrunken Nie Hongxiu.

   After Nie Hongxiu shrunk, it lost a bit of mature charm and a bit more girly and pure, standing with Bai Xiaoyi, like a pair of elf sisters. Of course, in fact, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them was not a mother and daughter, but it was a ghost that lost their memory and then went wrong.

Yi Rin was blocked by the two little mother spirits, each one said a word, and his face was dull, so he could only keep his face straight, shake the majesty of his master, coughed twice, and retorted: "I'm not just exploring outside. I probed, rubbed and rubbed, didn't you go in? If you really went in, it was discovered long ago."

  Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other, speechlessly refuting Yi Rin's habitual sophistry.

   For the past six months.

  Irin started to grow long hair.

  I don't know if the food here has added hormones.

  Since he came here, even if he eats bland ingredients every day, his height has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   When he arrived, he was 1.4 meters tall, and now Yilin is 1.6 meters tall.

  If Yi Rin went to the brothel now and changed into brocade clothes, he would still have the demeanor of an unremarkable handsome boy.

  Has not cut her long hair for half a year, Yilin is also used to growing her long hair, using a strong straw rope to tie her hair behind her head like a ponytail.

In the early morning, after taking her breath, Yi Rin was disturbed by the two mother spirits, and she didn't want to fight any more, so she slapped Xiaomei who was about to get out of her long hair and murmured a few words back, and got up to pick up the pole from the wooden hut. And in front of the utility room, the row of wooden barrels selected two, and walked to the stream.

   "Xiao Linzi, it's early."

   When Yi Rin was about to leave for work, the door of Uncle Chenbei's room opened, he took the wash basin with a smile, and smiled at Yi Rin.

   "Hello, Uncle Chen."

  Irin released both hands from the pole, his shoulders sank suddenly, the straw sandals on his feet slammed down an inch into the mud, and his whole body sank. But he didn't change his face, and vacated his hands to bow to Uncle Chenbei to say hello.

   "You're welcome, you're welcome. Hehehe."

  Chen Bei waved his hand and turned back to the wooden hut.

   After Uncle Chenbei returned to the house, other wooden huts also rose and fell one after another, and there was movement.

   Now in the handyman class, including Uncle Chenbei and Yilin, there are a total of twenty-six handyman disciples.

   Among the twenty-six handymen disciples, the one who stayed the longest was undoubtedly the white-haired Uncle Chenbei, and the youngest and most tender newcomer was undoubtedly Yi Rin.

   After staying here for half a year, Yi Rin understood the deep meaning of Jian Nanchun's words half a year ago.

   When Irene first arrived, there were actually twenty-seven people in the handyman class.

   Until now, only one person has been transferred and officially became a disciple of Tianjianmen.

  It is said that his career as a handyman from a handyman disciple to an outer disciple lasted for nearly ten years.

   When he left, he burst into tears and roared to the sky, venting the joy in his heart.

  Irin can understand, but cannot imagine.

   This kind of handyman career, day after day, year after year, how can it last for ten years.

   Change to Yilin, Tianjianmen, this place, don't wait.

   Who do you look down on?

  Irin thought so at the time.

   As for now, Irin doesn't really care.

   As for the reason...hehe.

  …

  The barrel on the shoulder is particularly heavy.

   On the day when he first arrived, Mr. Chenbei instructed Yilin how to carry water and what procedures the handyman disciples should follow every day.

   At that time, Yi Rin didn't care, an empty wooden barrel was on his shoulders, almost drying him into the soil when he was young.

  Until Master Chen Bei happily lifted the barrel from Yi Rin's shoulder with one hand, Yi Rin finally understood that the barrel was not right.

  What material is the bucket made of, bastard?

   Later, Uncle Chenbei explained that these wooden barrels are all made of Jinding Shenyuan wood produced in Nanzhanbuzhou. This kind of wood is used to refine magic weapons and is not very useful. One distinctive feature of this wood...is that it is extra heavy. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than 600 kilograms. It is no wonder that Yi Rin, who is thin and frail, cannot carry it with physical strength alone.

   So how did the seemingly old Uncle Chenbei resist?

   Really is the peerless powerhouse hidden in the handyman?

  No, the plot is not so bloody.

   Actually, Uncle Chenbei can carry these wooden barrels for a very simple reason.

   - Refinement of Qi.

  The inside of the barrel is covered with a special magic circle. As long as there is continuous flow of breath, the first officer can reduce the weight of the barrel and achieve the effect of lifting the weight lightly.

  Once the breath is cut off, or the flow is not smooth, the wooden barrel will be pressed down again, crushing the person.

   Just this water-lifting project contains all kinds of deep meanings, which opened Yilin's eyes.

   "The emphasis is on breathing."

Yi Rin opened his eyes and closed his eyes, his limbs surging with tiny air currents, his feet sank into the ground lifted up again, he easily hummed a little tune, took flexible steps, followed the winding path, slid the two feet together. After filling the bucket with clean water, we headed up the mountain.

at the same time.

   On the top of the main peak of the hanging mountain.

  There is a different garden here.

  Bieyuan yard is full of purple flowers that never wither all year round, and there is a dead tree that is bare and leaves no leaves.

   On a bluestone slab full of purple petals, there is a stone table, two stone benches, and two old men in Taoist robes.

  The two old people don't know about Gui Geng this year, and they have white hair, but they have ruddy faces, delicate skin, and delicate eyebrows. They can be called crane-haired children.

   The most amazing thing is that the facial features of the two old people are almost printed out of the same mold, no matter how close you look, you can't see any difference.

   Between the two old men, on the stone table, was a chessboard.

  The number of the vertical and horizontal lines of the chessboard is nineteen, which is clearly an ordinary Go.

   One of the old men held a black stone in his hand and looked at the empty chessboard, but it did not fall.

   The two old men closed their eyes tightly, their eyeballs wriggling under their lids, as if they were thinking or looking at something.

   "He is Lin Yi from Qingniu Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou."

   "Yes, Lin Yi."

"Six months,"

   "A cultivator with mediocre aptitude should also cultivate to the fifth level of Qi."

   "But why is he still wandering on the second floor of Qi-absorbing?"

   The dialogue between the two is very strange.

   The former just said half a sentence, the latter barely paused and continued mellowly. The conversation between the two sounded as smooth as a person talking to himself.

   "The breath is smooth when this child moves,"

   "The sea of ​​qi can be condensed and dispersed, and it is difficult to become a great thing."

"but,"

   "He understood the trick of 'Blood Refining and Coagulation Sword Technique'."

   "Oh? It's that chicken rib—"

   "Who gave him?"

   "The Sect Leader."

   "How?" The old man who spoke first finally opened his eyes and said in surprise.

   "Why not?" The old man who spoke afterwards also opened his eyes: "Oh, brother, you opened your eyes first, but you were disrespectful for your brother, and you had to do it first."

  The latter heard the words, was speechless, and was secretly annoyed.

   Baizi slammed and fell on the chessboard.

   "Luozi, Tianyuan."

   "...you want to lose like that?"

   The two put away their spiritual knowledge and began to fight fiercely on the checkerboard.

   An hour later, Luozi Tianyuan... failed miserably.

   The two chapters add up to more than 6,000 words, and the writing is a bit long, so yesterday I said that I was asking for leave, but I didn't ask for it completely.

   (end of this chapter)