Infinity Throne

"Have you finally left?"

Yi Lin noticed that the sense of prying eyes had disappeared, and she took off her innocent disguise again.

Since he came to the handyman class,

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

He knew that it was a monk's unique skill - spiritual awareness.

Spiritual consciousness has endless magical uses. It can detect, shock, show off, and close eyes.

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

Half a year has passed, and in the past half month, I don’t know who is so shameless, watching and peeping every day, which has annoyed Yi Lin.

Don’t the handyman disciples have the right to privacy?

Shameless~

Yi Lin was furious.

The job of a handyman disciple is very boring.

In terms of work type, they can be roughly divided into carrying water, chopping bamboo, washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of spiritual animals.

This month, Yilin was assigned to the water-carrying group again.

According to Yi Lin's normal pace, she walked from the foot of the mountain to the designated water delivery location on the mountainside, and then returned the empty bucket to the service room, back and forth, until noon.

Further up, that is the area that only formal disciples are eligible to enter. Idle disciples and ownerless spiritual beasts are not allowed to enter.

After lunch, another round will end the day's work.

Although it may seem easy to carry water in two rounds, if it were him a few months ago, without cheating, he could barely walk up and down the mountain once a day, which would be considered fast. It is said that some handyman disciples went up the mountain early in the morning when they first arrived and did not come down until midnight. They had no choice but to sleep in the wind and cold in the bamboo forest all night.

Uncle Chen Bei also praised Yilin's rapid progress, saying that Yilin was one of the fastest-progressing disciples among so many generations of handyman disciples.

Yi Lin looked at the sky from a distance and saw that there was still some time before sunset. He secretly estimated that based on his current level, he could barely return before nightfall if he had another round.

It's just...why bother?

How happy it is to fish.

It took Yi Lin a full second to finally figure it out. She had a clear idea and simply walked down the mountain slowly.

On the way back, other handyman disciples who were also in the water-carrying group were walking up the mountain, swaying left and right, sweating profusely, and stopping by a tree from time to time to rest for a while.

Some of them hadn't even finished the first round, so they watched Yi Lin carrying the pole on his shoulder with one hand, with two empty wooden barrels strung on the end of the pole, humming a tune, relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but feel envious.

"Come on."

As they passed by, Yi Rin encouraged her colleagues in a friendly manner.

People and their situations cannot be generalized.

Yi Lin saw this clearly.

When Yi Lin 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 in the handyman class have been coming and going, and there has not been much change. Every time they come and go, they all become familiar with each other. They say hello from a distance and say goodbye.

Uncle Chenbei joined the laundry class this time. Among the many chores, the laundry class is the most comfortable. It is not tiring. It just depends on the speed of the hands. Let's see who can rub it fast and furiously.

When the uncle saw Yi Lin returning easily, he looked at Yi Lin up and down for a moment, and then said meaningfully: "Boy, you are much faster."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Speaking of Uncle Chen, not long after arriving, Yi Lin curiously asked how many years Uncle Chen Bei had been staying as the most senior handyman disciple.

Of course Uncle Chenbei doesn't remember it. Day after day, year after year, if he can count the days, he is no longer an uncle.

At that time, Uncle Chen asked who was the emperor outside.

Yi Lin said she didn’t know Ji Sheng, and neither did Emperor Xia Yuan. It wasn't until he talked about Emperor Xia Yuan's ancestors that Uncle Chen Bei, Fang Ru, woke up from a dream and said, "It's been a long time."

One Jiazi, that is, sixty years.

Old man, it's so scary.

…

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

In her spare time, Yi Lin would ask some trivial matters about the inside of Tianjian Sect.

And some cultivation issues.

Although Uncle Chenbei couldn't reach high levels of cultivation, Yi Lin was surprised that his foundation was extremely solid. He could draw inferences about where the meridians of the human body were and what role each acupuncture point played in the technique. I can talk casually for a long time.

Oh, this handyman class has hidden a treasure.

Everyone else in the handyman class looked down upon Uncle Chen Bei. After all, an old man who had been practicing for sixty years and had yet to be promoted to a formal disciple, in the eyes of the younger generation of handyman disciples, was no longer worthy of this life. That's it, no further progress possible.

But Yi Lin didn't think so. He had a completely different attitude from the others. He was polite to Uncle Chen. He often knocked on the door with some homemade snacks to say hello, which made Uncle Chen Bei so happy that he wanted to use all his shallow knowledge. Take it out and stuff it into the mind of this studious young talent.

…

On this day, Yi Lin still got up early in the morning and casually carved a knife on the newly carved "Jiannanchun Timer No. 2"... This knife was carved on his face. Afterwards, he walked out of the wooden house, sat on the stone, closed his eyes and breathed.

As he vomited, prying eyes swept back and forth from him and around him.

"Is it becoming more frequent?"

Yilin looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, his heart with his mouth, and thought of Amitabha in his mind. He pretended not to know, remained motionless, and his breath was as steady as an old dog. But his mind became more active, and he secretly said to himself.

He vaguely understood something.

After finishing her daily breathing, Yi Lin felt the weak whirlpool in her body, with a slight look of helplessness on her fair face.

"Perhaps this is that devilish talent, the 'Heavenly Jealous Wizard'."

[Heavenly Jealousy Wizard: Comprehension +200, Five Elements Spiritual Root Qualification -30, Cultivation Speed ​​-30, Life Limit -30, Health -30. 】

Under the influence of this red ball talent, Yi Lin's understanding is estimated to be maxed out, but his training speed, qualifications, lifespan, and health have all been reduced to a certain extent. Yi Lin feels that his practice in Qi training is slow and he has made little progress, which may be related to This matter is related.

Speaking of which, after half a year of Qi training, Yi Lin still has something that he can't figure out.

In Qi training, a way of strengthening the human body, there are two key terms - meridians and acupuncture points.

In human anatomy, these two organs are absolutely impossible to find. However, when breathing in and out, Yi Lin can feel the trajectory of the breath flowing in the body, as well as the "nodes" where the breath stops for a while. This makes Yi Lin, who comes from a modern civilized society, feel incredible and feel Very unscientific.

If you want to say that blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, tendons, etc. can be cut out anatomically, Yi Lin can easily understand it, but in what metaphysical way do these meridians and acupuncture points exist in the human body? Yi Lin feels that if you want to understand this subject, you must first overcome the above problems from scientific theory.

Whenever she thought about this, Yi Lin stopped talking, took out four different secret books, spread them out in front of her, turned a page here, turned a page there, and thought about it again.

In fact, he has read these four secret books countless times in the past six months. He clearly remembers every word, every stain, and every missing point in them. But reading a book always requires a sense of ritual, and Yi Lin has also developed a habit, which makes reading more healthy.

These four secret books are actually not treasures.

There is a book called "Yun Ti Feng Shen Shu" which is passed down from family.

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

The third book was a copy of "Sword Heart Miscellaneous Records", an introductory guide to Tianjian Sect, that Jian Nanchun rarely showed up during the first month of Yi Lin's handyman career. Every disciple of Tianjian Sect's handyman had a copy of it. kind.

The fourth book has an interesting origin.

It was at the end of the third month of Yi Lin's handyman career that Jian Nanchun secretly opened the door of Yi Lin's room and forced it in through the crack of the door like a thief... a tattered book with the cover torn off. After mysteriously handing over the broken copy to Yi Lin in this way, Jian Nanchun slipped away without saying a word, acting like a thief.

These four secret books have accompanied Yi Lin through the past six months.

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

Yi Lin felt like she was back in the Great Engineer Tower or in the Clock Tower, the days when she absorbed knowledge and thirsted for knowledge without any worries. Her heart was focused and peaceful, with no distractions.

So, another month passed.

The spying consciousness became more and more frequent and became more and more shameless.

Someday.

Yi Lin felt something in her heart. While chatting with Uncle Chenbei Hu Kan, she said inexplicably: "I might have to leave."

When Uncle Chen Bei heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Xiao Lin."

Yi Lin could tell that Uncle Chenbei was sincerely congratulating him, and there was no trace of jealousy or resentment in his cloudy eyes.

Yi Lin only said this to Uncle Chenbei.

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

Speaking of which, Yi Lin can also pretend to be a big dick.

But Yi Lin found it boring.

This is cool, just don’t pretend.

Not long after Yilin said those words to Uncle Chenbei.

Someday.

The morning glow is like starlight, splashing on the eaves.

Jiannanchun was waiting in front of the path of the service room early in the morning.

Jian Nanchun was still dressed in white, spotless and untouched by dew. His hair was half-tied and half-bundled, and there was no wind blowing in his hair. When Yi Lin opened the door, Jian Nanchun was like a handsome sculpture, with his hands behind his back and a snow-white paper umbrella floating behind him. He was facing the sky at a perfect angle of 45 degrees, his angular chin pointing diagonally at the ground, his forehead There are two bunches of long bangs on the top of her head, one on the left and one on the right, which adds a bit of mystery to her face.

Yi Lin's hand holding the door stiffened for a moment, feeling speechless. After being silent for a moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you tired?"

"Oh, I'm not tired." Jian Nanchun didn't hear the deep meaning of Yi Lin's words for a while. He also said that this young junior brother is so considerate and knows how to feel sorry for his senior brother. He was secretly happy in his heart, but his face didn't show it. He still had the style that always belonged to him. Qing Yundan said: "Junior brother, someone wants to see you."

"Okay." Yi Lin was not surprised at all and casually threw a small object towards Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother, I came just in time to give it to you."

Yo?

And gifts?

Jian Nanchun took it with one hand and found that it was an ugly wood carving. The surface of the wood carving was engraved with fine knife marks. When he turned it over, he saw that his name was engraved on the back. He didn't understand what Yi Lin meant by throwing the garbage over, so he asked, "What is this?"

Somehow, looking at the wooden figure, Mouchun felt uncomfortable all over, as if being scratched by a knife.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much." Yi Lin squinted at that face, resisting the urge to punch Jian Nanchun, and said with a smile: "Every time I miss my senior brother, I draw a knife on the wood carving; if I miss you again, I will miss you again." Carve a knife. Day after day, the sun rises and sets. Unexpectedly, as time goes by, the wood carvings of senior fellow apprentices have been completely changed beyond recognition and have lost their human form. Junior fellow apprentices feel very sorry."

Jian Nanchun: "..."