Infinite Throne

   Chapter 841 Yanmo Qi Tan

  Finally...Irin fell asleep for no reason.

  …

  Green especially likes to sleep.

  Irin was very curious as to whether Green was male or female and had such a regular schedule.

   On the contrary, Irin forced himself into a spinning top, spinning day and night.

   Day and night, rain or shine, day and night.

  The super model worker, Lin Yi, who is always in the dark, has become a celebrity in Tianjianmen without knowing it.

   Many people may not know who Jian Nanchun is or who is Chao Rushuang, but they will definitely know Lin Yi.

   Because Lin Yi's appearance frequency is too high.

   In any vein of Tianjianmen, Lin Yi can almost be seen when there are public lectures.

  Some people feel very puzzled, the energy of monks is not endless, and no monk can be proficient in every kind of Taoism. If a monk can learn something in one of them, he can run wild in the circle. But Lin Yi, is it really necessary to be so greedy for those who want to learn and those who want to understand?

   Many people scoffed at Lin Yi's diligence and expressed disdain.

   They secretly said that this Lin Yi did not know how to get into a relationship, and he was able to win the favor of many elders.

The last named disciple who wanted to imitate Lin Yi was still lying in the ward of Baicaotang and had not yet been discharged from the hospital. With the warning from the previous car, no one dared to be as Meng Lang as Lin Yi, licking the elder and turning his head to lick it. Next person.

   Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

   On this fairy island, the rays of the sun are overflowing, the sky is full of clouds, and the clouds are filled with seven-color glow.

   Yi Rin yawned, with two faint dark circles under his eyes, and appeared on the Mist of Mist.

   The inner disciple of the gatekeeper, Quan Temiao knew Lin Yi well, and before Lin Yi showed his waist badge, the gatekeeper's expression changed, and he took the initiative to step aside and put Lin Yi in.

   "Thank you, brother."

  Irin was very polite, cupped his hands, and entered with a smile.

After    entered the courtyard, Irin couldn't help but be taken aback.

  I saw Shi Huayan still wearing that weird dragon and phoenix embroidered face, and she was wearing layers of snow-white gauze that could barely cover her bare feet. She was sitting at the low table, using a large brush, painting happily.

   On the yellowed scroll, there are mountains and water. She uses simple changes of thick and fresh ink to outline a vivid landscape.

  There are not many disciples of Yanmo Mountain, not counting Lin Yi, the inner sect, outer sect, and name are added up, but there are only about 20 people.

   They were all sitting quietly in the yard at the moment, holding their breath, daring not to make any sound.

  Irin vaguely understands the origin of this atmosphere, the figure of the teacher painting smoke is too dusty, as if disturbing this tranquility is a sin.

  Suddenly, although Yi Rin did not bring any painting equipment, he quietly sat down and enjoyed the rare peace.

  After a while.

  Master Huayan's slender finger strokes paused for a while, but he raised his head and looked at Yi Rin who was deliberately hiding in the corner. A gentle smile came from behind the dragon and phoenix embroidered face: "Lin Yi, you are here."

   Swish.

  Master's words of painting smoke instantly filled Yi Rin's hatred in the hearts of other disciples.

  Speaking of which, there is something weird.

  The cigarettes collected by the teacher are all male disciples.

   In other words, the applicants who came to Master Huayan to sign up were all male disciples.

   is of the same color, not repeated.

  Irin hurriedly lowered her head and pretended not to hear.

   Ke Shi Huayan didn't intend to let him go, changed his sitting position, slightly curved his snow-white arches, and waved to Yi Rin: "Lin Yi, come to be with the teacher."

  Irin is too late to turn around and run now, so he can only stand by the eyes of others, like a hail of bullets, and come to Shi Huayan's side.

  Master Huayan was the most unpretentious of all the elders. He patted the open space beside him at will and asked Yi Rin to sit down.

   "How do you think you are painting for your teacher?"

  The teacher painted smoke and asked.

   Yi Rin pinched his forehead, took a serious look, and answered honestly, "Very good."

   "Where's the good?"

   "Mountains are like mountains and waters are like water."

  Irin thought for a while and answered.

   "Like?"

   "Like."

   "Then, so what?"

Shi Huayan smiled slightly, and swiped down. From the tip of the pen, there was a drop of thick ink, tick by tick, dripping on the painting. At the same time, the drop of ink seemed to be dripping in a pond, and the ink dyed and fainted. , a circle of ripples swayed outward.

  Irin opened his mouth, and when he looked up again, he found that the surrounding scenery had changed.

   He was in a black and white world, and the landscape in the painting turned into the surrounding scenery. He and Shi Huayan were sitting in the water, not far from the Feiliu Waterfall. When the waterfall fell thousands of feet, the water vapor evaporated, making the entire valley shrouded in a hazy mist, with no artistic conception.

   "I created my own 'Smoke Mo Qi Tan' for my teacher. Under the pen and ink, there is a world of its own. Would you like to learn it?"

   Of course I thought about it, so why not ask?

  Irin nodded decisively: "Is this an illusion?"

   "Yes, and no. What is illusion?"

   "To confuse people, it is illusion."

Shi Huayan smiled, and she drew a knife in front of her again, like magic, Shi Huayan held the ink knife, which was obviously a two-dimensional style, in her hand, and opened her palm to Yi Rin: "Bring your hand. ."

  Irin hesitated, but still put his hand on Shi Huayan's hand.

  Master Huayan used a knife to gently cut a thin incision on Yilin's fingertip, and blood spilled out.

  Irin even felt pain.

   "The unreal and the real, the real and the illusion, and the heart is free."

  The teacher draws the flue.

  Irin seems to have realized it again.

   Comprehension is full of such benefits.

"The 'Yan Mo Qi Tan' by Shi Hua Yan seems to be a high-level mental attack. It is somewhat similar to my 'Mind Body'. When the mental attack is realistic to a certain extent, even the body believes that it has been attacked. The corresponding parts will naturally be traumatized. Well, there are a lot of lessons to learn from.”

  Irin secretly said in his heart, but his face showed the look of a boy who was eager to learn.

I do not know how long it has been.

  Master painted the picture in front of the smoke, covered with mountains and rivers, covered with flowers and trees.

  Irin noticed that among the flowers, there was a jug. I don't know when the teacher painted the smoke.

   is over.

  Master Huayan asked casually, "Gongyang Black and Gongyang Bai, how are you doing now?"

  Why did you suddenly ask if the black and white Eryang is okay?

   However, Yi Rin heard that Shi Huayan hardly ever leaves the mountain gate and never communicates with other lines, so he didn't find it strange, thought for a while, and replied, "It's going well."

  Master Painted Smoke and asked, "Where's Ren Qingshan?"

   "I don't like to exercise, I'm a little fat, but there is a special person to serve me, and my days are very nourishing."

   "Precept Mountain, Bi Tiexin, how are you doing?"

   "The family is prosperous, the disciples are in high spirits, and the lintel is shining."

   "Hundred Herbs Hall, is Ye Liangchen still alive?"

   "He has a good body, takes medicine every day, and lives handsomely."

   "Ask Jianshan, Nie Shanhe, are they still guarding the Sword Tomb day after day, year after year?"

   "Yes, Boss Nie is quite boring."

  Master Huayan seems to have not been with other hills for a long time.

   Her tone was flat, and she asked them one by one, as if greeting an old friend.

  Irin now has a familiar face in every vein. When it comes to so-and-so, Irin can always say something.

   asked in one breath, Shi Huayan seemed tired, she gently placed the large pen on the desk, after a moment of silence, she sighed and asked the last question.

   "Chen Bei... How is he?"

  Irin was taken aback, not knowing how to answer for a while.

  Master Huayan didn't expect Yilin's answer, waved his hand and sent Yilin out of the smoke and ink fantasy.

When Yi Rin came back to his senses again, he and Shi Huayan were still in the yard, and the surrounding disciples were still casting murderous eyes at Yi Rin. magic.

   In this strange atmosphere, Shi Huayan ended today's lecture.

   She didn't teach it seriously, she just painted a painting, and finally left the painting at a distance, allowing her disciples to appreciate it.

   While it was still dark, Yi Rin scratched his dead skin and took time to return to the handyman class to catch up.

   This month,

   There are a few newcomers to the handyman class, and another perseverance emperor who has been in the fore for a few years and left the handyman class. Not much has changed overall.

   The relationship with Chenbei has a lot of benefits, and Yilin has a wonderful life.

   Irin decided to rest tonight.

   He has been suffering from liver disease for over a month, and his liver is about to fail, so he needs to sleep.

  Purple Bamboo Brew is Chenbei's treasure, it is very difficult to get into his pocket and try to fool out again. As for Chenbei's own wine, it has been hidden for decades. Although it is not as good as Zizhu Brewing, it can be called "Xianshan Laojiao" when it is opened.

  As the cups were staggered, Yi Rin squinted and burped, he asked about it.

   "I said Lao Chen..."

   "Why?"

   "Do you have a relationship with Master Yanmoshan, Elder Huayan?"

   "Pfft!"

   Chen Bei took a sip when he heard it, and opened his mouth to spray Yi Rin's face with second-hand wine.

   "You, you, you, what are you talking about! Besides, I will sue you... slander! Believe it or not, I will sue you for slander! How dare you slander me!"

  The word slander was learned from Lin Yi.

  I didn’t expect it to work this time.

  Chenbei got angry, decided to fight back, and spit back.

   "You talk about these gossips every day. What about your cultivation?

   "Hey, don't you let me chat after you have a leg? Believe it or not, in front of my runner, I said that you read her name when you were drunk?"

   "You... despicable!"

   "Old Chen, I recently lacked a flying sword and a ring, cough, cough..."

   "You are shameless!"

  Chenbei was shivering coldly.

   He never imagined that this owl would take the opportunity to threaten him.

  Why didn't you see that Lin Yi was such a person in the first place!

   An old man and a young man were in the wooden hut, and while they were drunk, they started to fight.

   This pinch is one night.

   (end of this chapter)