Infinite Throne

   Chapter 822 Work Day

   "Finally gone?"

  Irin noticed that the sense of peeping disappeared, and took off her innocent disguise again.

   Since he came to the handyman class,

  From different directions of Hanging Mountain, there is a feeling of peeping from time to time.

   He knew that it was a skill unique to cultivators—spiritual awareness.

   Spiritual consciousness has infinite wonderful uses, can detect, can shock, can pretend to force, can close eyes.

   In the beginning, spiritual explorations from different directions were not frequent, about once a month.

   It's been half a year, and in the past half a month, I don't know who is so shameless, watching every day and peeping every day, it's annoying Yi Rin.

   Don't handyman disciples have the right to privacy?

  Smelly shameless~

  Irin was furious.

   The work of the handyman disciple is very boring.

   According to the type of work, it is roughly divided into carrying water, chopping bamboo, doing laundry, cooking, and caring for spirit animals.

  Irin was assigned to the water-carrying group again this month.

  According to Yilin's normal pace, he walked from the foot of the mountain to the designated water delivery position on the mountainside, and then returned the empty bucket to the utility room, back and forth, just before noon.

   Further up, that is the domain that formal disciples are qualified to enter, and idle disciples and unmaintained spirit beasts are not allowed to enter.

  After lunch, another round ends the day's work.

   Don't look at this mere two rounds of water fetching seems easy, but if it was him a few months ago, if he didn't cheat, he could barely go up and down the mountain once a day, which would be fast. It is said that some handymen disciples, when they first arrived, went up the mountain in the early morning and did not come down until midnight.

   For Yilin's rapid progress, Uncle Chenbei is also generous with praise, saying that Yilin is also regarded as the one with the fastest progress among so many miscellaneous disciples.

  Irin looked at the sky from a distance, there was still some time before sunset and dusk. He secretly estimated that, according to his current level, he would be able to reluctantly return before nightfall.

  Just…why?

  How happy it is to fish.

  Irin spent a full second, finally figured it out, got a good idea, and went down the mountain slowly.

   On the way back, other handymen disciples from the water-carrying group were swaying from side to side, sweating profusely up the mountain, stopping by the tree from time to time to rest for a while.

   Some of them didn't even complete the first round, and they watched Yi Rin lift the pole on his shoulder with one hand, and two empty wooden barrels were strung on the end of the pole, humming a little song, relaxed and happy, and could not help but envy.

   "Come on."

   When passing by, Irin encouraged his colleagues in a friendly way.

  The situation of people and people cannot be generalized.

  Irin sees this very clearly.

  When Irin returned to the handyman class, the handyman disciples who shared the rest of the work returned one after another.

   In the past six months, the disciples of the handyman class have come and gone, and they have not changed much. They all get familiar with each other, greet each other from a distance, and leave.

  Uncle Chenbei is in the laundry class this time. Among the many chores, the laundry class is the most comfortable. It’s not tiring.

   Uncle saw that Yi Rin had returned easily, looked up and down for a moment, and then said meaningfully, "Boy, it's a lot faster."

   "Good to say, good to say."

   Speaking of Uncle Chen, not long after Yi Rin came here, he asked curiously how many years Master Chenbei had been there as the most senior handyman disciple.

   Uncle Chenbei of course doesn't remember it. It's day after day, year after year, and he can count the days, so he's not an uncle anymore.

   When Uncle Chen asked who was the emperor outside.

  Yi Rin said that it was Jisheng...I didn't know him, and Emperor Xia Yuan...the uncle didn't know either. When talking about the ancestors of Emperor Xia Yuan, Uncle Chenbei woke up like a big dream and said, "It's been a while."

   One Jiazi, that is, sixty years.

   Sir, this is so scary.

  …

   The old man is worthy of being the old man. Although his cultivation is not high, he knows a lot of things.

   In his spare time, Irin would ask some trivial matters about the interior of Tianjianmen.

   and some cultivation problems.

Although Uncle Chenbei couldn't improve his cultivation, what surprised Yi Rin was that his foundation was terrifyingly solid. Where is the meridian of the human body, and which acupuncture point plays a role in the technique, he can draw inferences from one case to another. You can talk casually for half a day.

  yo, this handyman class has hidden treasures.

The rest of the handyman class dismissed Uncle Chenbei. After all, an old man who has been practicing for sixty years and has not been promoted to a formal disciple. In the eyes of the younger generation of handyman disciples, he has died in this life. That's it, no further progress is possible.

But Yi Rin doesn't think so. He has a completely different attitude from others. He is polite to Uncle Chen, and often knocks on the door with some homemade snacks to greet Uncle Chen Bei happily. Take it out and stuff it into the mind of this studious young talent.

  …

   On this day, Yi Rin still got up early in the morning and carved a knife on the newly carved "Jiannanchun Chronograph No. 2"... This knife was engraved on his face. Afterwards, he walked out of the wooden hut and sat on the stone with his eyes closed.

   As he breathed in and out, he peeped his eyes one after another, swept back and forth from him and around him.

   "Is it more and more frequent?"

  Irin's eyes look at the nose, nose at the mouth, mouth at the heart, and Amitabha Buddha in his heart. He pretends not to know, stays still, and his breath is as steady as an old dog. But the mind became alive, secretly said.

   He vaguely understood something.

   After daily breathing, Yi Rin felt the weak cyclone in her body, and her white face was a little helpless.

   "This may be that ghostly talent 'Tianyu Wizard'."

  【Heavenly Envy Wizard: Comprehension +200, Five Elements Spiritual Qualification -30, Cultivation Speed ​​-30, Maximum Lifespan -30, Health -30. 】

Under the influence of this red ball talent, Yilin's comprehension is estimated to be full, but the training speed, aptitude, lifespan, and health have been reduced to a certain extent. Yilin feels that his practice in qi training is slow and has little progress. It's about this.

  Speaking of which, after half a year of qi training, Yi Rin still can't figure out one thing.

   There are two key nouns—meridians and acupoints—in the way of strengthening the human body through qi training.

   In human anatomy, it is absolutely impossible to find these two organs. But when the breath is exhaled and the breath is flowing, Yilin can feel the trajectory of the breath in the body, and the "nodes" where the breaths stop for a while, which makes Yilin from a modern civilized society feel unbelievable. Very unscientific.

   You want to say that blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, tendons, etc., can be cut out anatomically. Yi Rin understands it well, but what kind of metaphysical way do these meridians and acupuncture points exist in the human body? Yi Rin felt that in order to understand this subject, we must first overcome the above-mentioned problems from scientific theory.

   Every time I thought of this, Yilin stopped breathing, took out four different cheat books, spread them out in front of them, turned a page here, turned a page there, and thought about it again.

   In fact, he has read through these four books countless times in the past six months, and he remembers every word, stain, and omission. But reading and reading books always requires a sense of ritual, and Yi Rin has also developed a habit, and it is healthier to read.

   These four cheats are actually not treasures.

  There is a book called "Cloud Body Wind Body Art".

   The second is the Buddhist introductory Buddhist scripture "Qingming Mantra" presented by the old monk Kuye Zen Master.

The third book, in the first month of Yilin's career as a handyman, Jian Nanchun rarely showed his face, and brought a copy of "Jianxin Miscellaneous", the introductory guide to Tianjianmen. kind.

   The fourth book, the origin is quite interesting.

   That was at the end of the third month of Yilin's career as a handyman. Jian Nanchun secretly filmed the door of Yilin's room open, and forced it in through the crack of the door like a thief... a broken book with even the cover torn off. After mysteriously handing the remnant to Yi Rin in this way, Jian Nanchun slipped away without saying a word, the dog was like a thief.

  These four cheats have accompanied Yilin through the past half a year.

  As a scholar, with books and subjects, he is not afraid of loneliness.

  Irin feels like she has returned to the Great Engineer's Tower, or in the Clock Tower, the days when she was free to acquire knowledge and thirst for knowledge, her mind was focused and peaceful, and she had no distractions.

   So, another month passed.

   That spying consciousness became more and more frequent and shameless.

   Someday.

   Yi Rin felt something, and while chatting with Uncle Chenbei Hu Kan, inexplicably said: "I may have to leave."

  Uncle Chenbei was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Xiaolin."

   Yi Rin could see that Uncle Chenbei was sincerely congratulating him, and there was no jealousy or resentment in those cloudy eyes.

   Yilin only said this to Uncle Chenbei.

   If other people in the handyman class heard it, they might sneer or ridicule in person.

  Speaking of which, Irin can also pretend to be a big guy by the way.

   But Irin felt dull about this.

   This is compulsive, it’s okay not to pretend.

   Not long after Yi Rin said that sentence to Uncle Chenbei.

   a certain day.

  The morning light is like a star, splashing on the eaves.

   Jiannanchun was early in front of the path of the utility room.

  Jian Nanchun was still dressed in white, his body was spotless and dew-free, and his hair was half draped and half bundled, and there was no wind fluttering. When Yi Rin opened the door, Jian Nanchun was like a handsome sculpture, with his hands on his back and a snow-white paper umbrella floating behind him. He was facing the sky at a perfect angle of forty-five degrees, with his angular chin pointing diagonally to the ground, his forehead. She has two long bangs, one on the left and one on the right, adding a bit of mystery to her face.

  Irin's hand that pushed the door froze for a moment, speechless in her heart. After being silent for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired?"

"Oh, I'm not tired." Jian Nanchun didn't hear the deep meaning of Yi Rin's words for a while, and also said that this little junior brother is really caring, he knows how to feel sorry for his senior brother, and he is secretly relieved, but he doesn't show it on his face, it is still his style. Qing Yundan said, "Little Junior Brother, someone wants to see you."

   "Okay." Yi Rin was not surprised at all, and threw a small object at Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother came just in time, send you off."

Yo?

   And a gift?

  Jian Nanchun took it with one hand, and found that it was an ugly woodcarving. The surface of the woodcarving was engraved with fine knife marks. When he turned it over and looked at it, his name was engraved on the back. He didn't understand what Yilin meant when he threw the trash over, so he asked, "This is?"

  For some reason, looking at the wooden man, Xun Chun felt uncomfortable, like a knife.

"Long time no see, I miss him very much." Yi Rin squinted at that face, resisted the urge to beat up Jian Nanchun, and said with a smile, "Whenever you miss your brother once, he will draw a knife on the wood carving; Carved with a knife. Day after day, the sun rises and sets, but as time goes by, the woodcarving of my senior brother has become unrecognizable and impersonal, and the junior brother is very sorry."

  Jian Nanchun: "…"

   (end of this chapter)