Infinity Throne

Yi Lin still has many questions to ask.

As she kept asking, Yi Lin became addicted.

Inside the hub, the small coconuts and small white flowers are almost getting cold.

But for Yi Lin, it's not a big problem.

Isn't this a fact that has long been known?

The bat didn't know whether he was tired, lazy or just didn't like it anymore. After saying this, he fluttered his wings and flew to the tree to curl up. He grabbed the poor, stunted "Charming Coconut" with his paws and closed his eyes.

Yi Lin was helpless. He thought that it would not be long before he entered the spiritual space, so he went back outside.

At this point, Yi Lin finally unlocked a new way to play with her mental state, coming and going freely.

Opening and closing his eyes, he returned to the wooden hut.

Outside the house, birds were chirping crisply, and wisps of glare penetrated through the gaps in the wooden house, casting a mottled halo on Yi Lin's face.

Its daybreak.

I didn't expect that this would be the whole night.

I spent a lot of time chatting with Green all night long.

Everything Yi Lin wanted to do was delayed.

But it doesn't matter. You can enter the hub at any time anyway, so you can just wait until the next night.

So Yi Lin quickly got up from the simple bed, fetched water to wash up, and picked a few wild fruits native to Fangyuan Mountain to satisfy her hunger and thirst.

When Yi Lin followed the road to the villa on the top of Fangyuan Mountain, the flower girl took her seat on time and began her daily lectures.

What he taught today was the key points of the layout of each type of formation technique.

The other six new inner disciples had been listening eagerly, eager for knowledge.

Yilin quietly turned on [Following Like a Shadow] and sat in the corner.

While the flower girl was talking, she suddenly noticed that there was one more person. The smile on her face froze, but she soon regained her composure.

When did this person come?

An idea flashed through the flower boy's mind.

Although Yi Lin is late, it can't be helped, and it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to learn.

He carefully wrote down every word of the flower girl, digested it secretly, and confirmed it with his own knowledge one by one.

He has a foundation in magic, crystal patterns, and supreme-style magic. He learns it quickly and can even draw inferences from one instance.

As for the formation technique, what Yi Lin finds most interesting is its layout method.

Spiritual energy is the core energy supply in the formation, but the supply of spiritual energy comes from many sources. In addition to the most serious spiritual stones, magical weapons rich in spiritual energy, or other flowers, plants and trees, can form a formation, which is very magical.

To put it bluntly, this "asymmetry" also contains its "rules", but these rules are more hazy and difficult to learn.

After a class, it was sunset again.

As a registered disciple, Yi Lin was not qualified to ask questions. When others came forward to ask, Yi Lin quietly left without having much interaction with the flower girl and others.

"Ren Qingshan stays in the house every day and doesn't go out. His villa is not easy to break into."

Yi Lin often observes Bieyuan. Although he does not release his senses, he knows that Ren Qingshan is inside the house and rarely goes out.

He couldn't rush in hastily, lest he might alert the enemy.

Before nightfall, Yi Lin came to the shore of Fangyuan Mountain.

This is the place to find cranes, which is equivalent to a dock or a bus stop.

The cranes danced gracefully in the sky, with graceful posture and extraordinary agility.

"It's quite troublesome if you don't have the qualifications to be an outer disciple."

Yi Lin watched on the pier for a long time, thinking about which crane to catch and ride today, when he happened to see one of the cranes. The dog was sneaking, its wings were shrinking, and it was flying away from the mountain little by little.

"You are the one."

Yi Lin whistled, stretched out the invisible "big finger technique" from afar, and poked the crane's buttocks, scaring the crane into convulsions and almost crashing.

When the crane came to Yi Lin swaying and crying, Yi Lin finally understood why the crane's movements were so obscene.

It was really fate, this seemed to be the poor crane that Yi Lin had forcibly ridden.

"You don't want me to use force, right?"

Yi Lin squinted her eyes, smiled gently, and stroked the crane's feathers.

Xianhe hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"It seems quite simple to tame the monster."

Yi Lin is familiar with driving a light car and takes off on a crane.

This time, he came to Yanmo Mountain.

On Ren Qingshan's side, after tasting the power of a fox and a tiger, Yi Lin was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight up the mountain, but was stopped by a disciple of Yanmo Mountain.

"Bold, a mere registered disciple, dare to trespass into Yanmo Mountain!"

The inner disciple guarding the gate was furious when he saw two registered disciple badges hanging on Yi Lin's waist.

But while he was furious, he felt puzzled.

Two...named disciple badges?

How could it be two pieces?

"Hello, senior brother, I'm in a hurry and I'm reckless, so I hope you can forgive me." Yi Lin felt that there was no need to show off in front of ordinary disciples, so she made a gesture, cupped her hands, and said with a smile: "Preaching Garden and Fangyuan Mountain together The named disciple, Lin Yi, came to see the calligraphy and painting elder on the orders of the two elders."

Yi Lin felt that her smile was quite kind, but for some reason the inner disciple guarding the door felt that the smile was full of provocation. He kneaded the magic formula with his hand and was about to use violence. He said in a cold voice: "Humph, where did the registered disciple come from? Didn't your elders teach you to abide by the sect's rules? Elder Calligraphy and Painting, am I just a little named disciple of yours who meets you whenever you want? Where do you think I am, Yanmo Mountain?"

When Yi Lin heard this, he was not angry, and looked calm. He took out the wordless token given by Chen Bei and said loudly into the courtyard: "Chen Bei's friend Lin Yi, please see the calligraphy and painting elder."

"you--"

The gatekeeper's face turned black when he saw that Yi Lin dared to make a loud noise during the calligraphy and painting elder's rest time. If he couldn't stop this guy, and if the calligraphy and painting elder started to argue, wouldn't it be his fault?

He suddenly took out a thick brush from his waist and pointed it towards Yi Lin's chest. The tip of the brush was not stained with ink, but it already brought out a little bit of darkness.

"Liangcai, stop."

A lazy voice came from inside the house.

The door opened silently, and a graceful woman with seven-colored flowing light floated over.

If you look closely, the seven-color flowing light under the woman's feet is said to be light, but in fact it is more like seven-color ink. As the woman steps, the seven-color ink under her feet changes posture, sometimes like flowers, sometimes like stars, and the special effects are very good.

The woman's face was half-covered with a mask. The pattern on the mask was a gorgeous dragon and phoenix embroidery. As the woman approached, the dragon and phoenix on the mask seemed to come alive. The eyes of the dragon and phoenix revealed bright eyes, as if they were The mask stared at Yi Lin.

While the other party was looking at Yi Lin, Yi Lin was also looking at the calligraphy and painting elder.

According to the information he received from Jian Nanchun in advance.

An elder of calligraphy and painting, a master of painting, unknown name, female gender, age secret, unknown appearance, gentle personality, likes to sleep, lives at home all year round, and is indifferent to the world. He is one of the most Buddhist elders in the sect. Currently single and not married yet.

Although it was not clear why Jian Nanchun knew so much about the calligraphy and painting elders, Yi Lin did not bother to ask more questions after the information was obtained.

After Shi Huayan asked the gatekeeper to step back, he seemed to look at Yi Lin's face for a moment, and then stretched out his hand towards Yi Lin.

The skin of her fingers is very white, the fingers are slender, and the nails are shiny, giving people a fragile and tender feeling.

This is a woman walking out of a painting.

Yi Lin secretly evaluated the other party's temperament.

Although Master Huayan is wearing a dragon and phoenix embroidered mask on his face, his expression cannot be seen clearly. But there was no joy or sorrow in her soft voice, as if she had just woken up and was mumbling every word in her sleep.

"Let me see...your token."

"good."

Yi Lin handed the wordless order to Shi Huayan.

Master Huayan held the wordless token in his hand and rubbed it with his fingers for a moment.

This token was already familiar to Yi Lin. It was supposed to have words on it, but the side with the words was worn away, leaving only a rough scratch, nothing interesting to look at.

"From today on, Lin Yi, you are the registered disciple of Calligraphy and Painting Mountain. Every evening, you can come here to listen. On the thirteenth of every month, my master will personally teach the Dharma. Don't forget it."

Shi Huayan handed the wordless token back to Yi Lin, and there was a slight smile in her voice.

A numbered disciple's ID badge engraved on one side floated into Yi Lin's hand along with the wordless token.

So far,

Yi Lin had three badges on her waist that were named as disciples.

The three-sided waist tags on the belt collided together, making a muffled sound.

Yi Lin started to have a headache.

If he continues like this, his waist... no, his belt, I'm afraid it won't fit!