Infinity Throne

Time flies.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Yi Lin, Lin Yi in this world, is a human race, thirteen and a half years old, belongs to the Tianjian Sect, and is a glorious... handyman disciple.

Half a year, half a year!

Jiannanchun is such a bitch, does he know how I got here in the past six months? ah?

One morning.

The sun is rising.

Light descends from heaven.

Yi Lin got up from the bed of the wooden house in the extremely luxurious single apartment in the private room assigned by the sect, picked up the small carved wooden figure beside her, and used the family carpenter's knife that Lin's father gave to her with tears before leaving, and carved hard on the wooden figure. Leave a mark.

In this era without electronic calendars, AI butlers, clocks, or mobile phones.

Yi Lin developed the habit of recording the days casually.

From the mouth of Uncle Chen Bei, a disciple of ten thousand years of handymen, Yi Lin learned that the place where Tianjianmen's Hanging Fairy Mountain is located is located in a "fairyland on earth".

Listening to his description, Yi Lin speculated that this place was most likely a "secret realm".

Or a "singularity", or a "copy". In short, it is a small world hidden in the big world.

But the flow of time in the Tianjian Sect Immortal Realm is no different from the secular world.

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

Day and night alternate, and the sun and moon take their bye.

So Yi Rin invented the timer herself.

It was a small wooden figure carved by his hand.

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

Every day and night, Yi Lin carved a knife on the "Jiannan Chunmu Man".

So far, one hundred and eighty-nine shallow fine marks have been carved, not too many, not too many. They are so densely packed that there is almost no free space for the wooden figure.

"It's time to carve a new wooden figure."

Yi Lin casually stuffed the "Timer" puppet under the quilt and walked outside. There is a clear stream flowing down from the mountain and passing by the service room. The morning mist was misty, cooling and nourishing the lungs. Yi Lin used a wooden basin to fill a basin of water. After a brief wash, while there was still no movement in other wooden houses, he sat on a large round stone with a simple straw on it. Pu.

This is the place where he usually meditates and breathes.

Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...

"puff."

Sucking in and out, a fart leaked out from Yi Lin's back door...it was leaking.

"Wa hahaha--"

An exquisite little person emerged from the back of Yi Lin's neck and laughed unscrupulously in his ear.

"Didn't I say that there are many experts here, and their spiritual consciousness range can almost cover the entire Hanging Fairy Mountain. If I find you, it will be difficult for me to explain."

Yi Lin pinched "mini" Bai Xiaoyi's toothpick-thick arm, raised it in front of her, and scolded her with a dark face.

"Tsk, Master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your barrier was able to block most of the spiritual sense detection?"

Bai Xiaoyi was held in Yi Lin's hand and played with carefully, but couldn't move. She couldn't help curling up, pretending to be pitiful.

"Can you please be careful? I can isolate most of the spiritual sense detection, but I don't say I can completely ignore it. You forgot that I told you more than ten years ago that in a strange and unknown place, you should be patient if you can. , If you can avoid being exposed, you can live a long life."

"Master," at Yi Lin's other ear, a palm-sized "elf" wearing a mini red dress, shaking his long snow-white hair, pure and pure, with a face as cold as ice, reminded in a helpless tone: "That's Who sneaked outside Wanjuan Mountain at midnight last night to explore the restrictions on Lingshan Mountain?"

This other mini-figure, if you look closely, is the shrunken Nie Hongxiu.

After Nie Hong's sleeves shrunk, she lost a bit of mature charm and became a bit more girlish and innocent. Standing together with Bai Xiaoyi, they looked like a pair of elf sisters. Of course, in fact, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them was not that of mother and daughter, but that they lost their memory after becoming ghosts, and then they made mistakes and then made mistakes.

Yi Lin's face was dulled by the words of the two little female spirits, so he could only keep a straight face, show the majesty of his master, coughed twice, and argued: "I'm not just exploring outside. After probing and rubbing, didn't you go in? If you did, someone would have discovered it long ago."

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

This past six months.

Yi Lin started to grow her hair long.

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

Since coming here, even if he eats light food every day, his height has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yi Lin was 1.4 meters tall when she arrived, and now she is 1.6 meters tall.

If Yi Lin went to a brothel now and put on brocade clothes, he would really have the demeanor of an ordinary handsome young man.

Even though her hair has not been cut for half a year, Yi Lin is also used to growing her hair long, tying it back with a strong straw rope like a ponytail.

After taking her daily breath in the morning, Yi Lin was harassed by the two mother spirits and had no intention of fighting anymore, so she slapped Xiaomei back, who was about to emerge from her long hair to say something, and stood up to pick up the pole from the wooden hut. And in front of the service room, he picked two barrels from the row and walked to the stream.

"Xiao Linzi, it's morning."

When Yi Lin was about to start working, the door of Uncle Chenbei's room opened. He carried the basin to wash up with a smile, and smiled at Yi Lin.

"Hello, Uncle Chen."

Yi Lin released his hands from the pole, and his shoulders suddenly sank. The straw sandals he was wearing suddenly pressed an inch into the mud, and his whole body sank. But his expression remained unchanged, and he raised his free hands to greet Uncle Chen Bei.

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

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

After Uncle Chenbei returned to the house, other wooden houses also started to have commotion.

There are now twenty-six handyman disciples in the handyman class, including Uncle Chenbei and Yi Lin.

Among the twenty-six servant disciples, the one who has stayed the longest is undoubtedly the white-haired Master Cangchen Bei. The youngest and pinkest newcomer is naturally Yi Lin.

After staying here for half a year, Yi Lin understood the profound meaning of what Jian Nanchun said half a year ago.

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

Only now has one person been transferred and officially become an outer disciple of Tianjian Sect.

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 screamed to the sky to vent his joy.

Yi Lin could understand it, but couldn't imagine it.

How can this kind of handyman career last for ten years, day after day, year after year?

If it were Yi Lin, it would be better if he didn't wait for Tianjianmen.

Who do you look down on?

This is what Yi Lin thought at the time.

As for now, Yi Lin doesn't care much.

As for the reason...hehe.

…

The barrel on the shoulder is particularly heavy.

On the day he first arrived, Uncle Chenbei instructed Yi Lin how to carry water and what procedures the handyman disciples should follow every day.

At that time, Yi Lin didn't pay attention. An empty barrel was carried on his shoulder, which almost drove the young man into the soil.

It wasn't until Uncle Chenbei cheerfully lifted the barrel from Yi Lin's shoulder with one hand that Yi Lin finally understood that something was wrong with the barrel.

What material is the barrel made of, you bastard?

Later, Uncle Chenbei explained that these wooden barrels were all made of Jinding Chenyuan wood produced in Nanzhan Buzhou. This kind of wood was not very useful for refining magic weapons. This kind of wood has a distinctive feature... it is extremely heavy. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than 600 kilograms. It is no wonder that Yi Lin, who is thin and frail, cannot carry it with physical strength alone.

So how does the seemingly old Mr. Chenbei resist?

Is he really a powerful man hiding among the handymen?

No, the plot is not that bloody.

In fact, the reason why Uncle Chenbei can carry these barrels is very simple.

——Refining Qi.

There is a special magic circle inside the barrel. As long as the breath continues to circulate, the weight of the barrel can be greatly reduced, making it seem as if it is a light weight.

Once the flow of breath stops or becomes sluggish, the barrel will press down again, crushing the person.

Just this water-raising project has all kinds of profound meanings, which opened Yilin's eyes.

"The emphasis is on breathing."

As Yi Lin's eyes opened and closed, small air currents surged through his limbs. His feet that had sunk into the soil were lifted up again. He hummed a tune easily and took flexible steps, following the winding path. After filling the wooden bucket with clean water, he walked up the mountain.

at the same time.

On the top of the main peak of Hanging Mountain.

There is a villa here.

The courtyard of the Villa is filled with purple flowers that never wither all year round, and a dead tree with no leaves left on it.

On the bluestone board covered with purple petals, there is a stone table, two stone benches, and two old men wearing Taoist robes.

The two old men did not know that they were both noble and gray-haired this year, but they had rosy faces, delicate skin, and delicate eyebrows, making them look like children with white hair.

The most amazing thing is that the facial features of the two old people are almost identical. No matter how close or rough you look, you can't see any difference.

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

The vertical and horizontal lines of the chessboard are numbered nineteen each, which is clearly an ordinary Go game.

One of the old men held a black piece in his hand and looked at the empty chessboard, but he didn't drop it.

Both old men closed their eyes tightly, and their eyeballs squirmed under their eyelids, as if they were thinking or looking at something.

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

"Yes, Lin Yi."

"Six months,"

"No matter how mediocre the qualifications of the monks are, they should cultivate to the fifth level of receiving Qi."

"But why is he still lingering on the second level of Naqi?"

The conversation between the two was very strange.

The former had just finished speaking half a sentence, while the latter continued smoothly without pausing. The conversation between the two sounded as smooth as one person talking to himself.

"When this child moves, his breath flows smoothly,"

"But the sea of ​​qi sometimes condenses and sometimes disperses, and sometimes gathers in space and time. It is difficult to make a great weapon."

"but,"

"But he understood the secret of the 'Blood Refining and Sword Art'."

"Oh? It's that tasteless book——"

"Who gave it to him?"

"The Supreme Leader."

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

"Why not?" The old man who spoke next also opened his eyes: "Oh, brother, you opened your eyes first, but it was disrespectful to me and you struck first."

When the latter heard the words, he was speechless and secretly annoyed.

The white piece fell onto the chessboard with a snap.

"Luozi, Tianyuan."

"...You really want to lose?"

The two put away their spiritual consciousness and started fighting fiercely on the checkered chessboard. You came and I went back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.

An hour later, Luozi Tianyuan... was defeated miserably.

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