Lin Hai used a little sword energy to prick his fingertip, and the blood quickly fell on the white parchment. He waited quietly for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said to Lin Qinghe:

"Dad, why didn't the map come out?"

"!!!"

Lin Qinghe's sadness in reminiscing about the past immediately turned into shock, and his eyes almost popped out of his head, because he had just said that only the blood of Lin's children could reveal the map, so now Lin Hai...

.

Lin Qinghe's expression changed back and forth in an instant, but suddenly he heard Lin Hai laugh and say:

"Just kidding, it's a way to liven up the atmosphere! Huh? What are you looking for, dad? Don't, don't, don't, it's made of red sandalwood, that's made of red sandalwood, ouch!"

This originally far-reaching map handover came to an end with the father and son chasing each other like crazy. Lin Qinghe personally broke off the table legs and chased Lin Hai for half of the Lin Mansion.

The physical strength is really not that of a person in his sixties...

Originally, with Lin Hai's current level of cultivation, his father, Lin Qinghe, would not be able to catch up with him even if he took a lot of blood. However, out of concern for his father's face, he deliberately received a few sticks, and this finally ended the fight.

A thrilling chase.

Lin Qinghe was exhausted from all this running, and since there was no one around him, he simply lay on the ground sweating profusely and panting, as if he was the one being beaten.

Lin Hai helped his father up from the ground, thinking about how he had mastered Tai Chi in the past few days, and then injected some innate wisdom into his body. He dared not say that he would start practicing practice from now on, at least he would live longer than a hundred years old.

question.

"Dad, why did you suddenly think of giving the mine to me?"

"You brat, you are much stronger than I was back then. This mineral vein is more useful in your hands than if I hold it! The ancestors of the Lin family always said that it should be left to future generations, and we are not future generations.

?Can’t we take it?”

"Father is wise!"

Lin Qinghe smiled and patted Lin Qinghe's horse and took him to Shou Jingju where he slept. Lin Qinghe suddenly reached out and pressed Lin Hai's shoulder, whispering: "Ah Hai, dad is no longer young."

"So if there is anything you want to do, do it quickly while I can still protect you."

Lin Hai burst into tears and couldn't say a word. He just watched his father with his hands behind his back, and the slightly rickety figure slowly disappeared from Shou Jingju.

After Lin Hai returned to the room with the Lin family's coal mine map, he opened up the masonry under the bed, then put the parchment roll in a box and buried it underground.

For now, Lin Hai, who is unable to practice Dharma, has no way to rely on chalcedony to improve his cultivation, because the formation of Dharma is not only about the level of skill, but also requires true faith. It is a qualitative improvement, not

quantity.

The next morning, Xiao An, who had been gifted with innate wisdom by Lin Hai, finally woke up. Lin Hai was very surprised that this guy actually stepped directly from the fourth level of acquired to innate.

Is it because the innate wisdom in my body is too powerful, or is Xiao An actually a peerless genius?

This question was answered when Lin Hai once again bumped into Xiao An shirtless and practiced Zhang Huyuan's moves.

How could this stinky bastard be some kind of peerless genius?

In addition to occasionally showing off the coquettishness of Zhang Huyuan's teachings outside, Xiao An was still very diligent in his practice and made rapid progress in a short period of time, while Lin Hai was the complete opposite, and still made no progress in condensing the Dharma.

However, the theories of Buddhism and Taoism about the Dharma made Lin Hai open another door in his mind, that is, the divine fight.

This thing with a mysterious and supernatural color in later generations is more like a side magic. It uses spells and rituals to summon the gods in the sky to possess it, thereby achieving all kinds of incredible power.

This thing is very similar to the Dharma Appearance of the Yuan Shen. It is like a weakened version of the Dharma Appearance. If the two can be fused, Lin Hai might be able to create his own Netherworld Dharma Appearance, and then combine the Dharma Appearance with the physical body, and finally until

Loose immortals and even heavenly immortals are possible!

But....

Lin Hai quickly thought of something and reached out to touch the red mark on his forehead.

To be on the safe side, it is best to go to Lanruo Temple first, learn the scriptures of the Falling Immortal Sword, and see if Lin Hai, a fellow practitioner of both swords, can resist the temptation from Buddhism.

When he used all his strength to wield the Zhuxian Sword Embryo in Jinshan Temple, he could clearly feel the coldness of his meditation practice. This shows that this saint's sword can resist the temptation of Buddhism. Maybe when the four swords are gathered together, even if

Lin Hai's meditation practice can be suppressed even when he reaches the state of instant Buddhahood!

It's better to go to Lanruo Temple first. If you accidentally become a monk, you will lose everything.

After making up his mind, Lin Hai began to prepare for the long journey. After saying goodbye to his father, Lin Hai went to Nan Qirong's room and watched her play chess all morning.

I remember that when I was in West Lake, I stepped from acquired to innate in one fell swoop just because of watching this girl's game of chess. Now when he left Youzhou, Lin Hai came to see him again, and he might not have wanted to witness the miracle. I hope

I can prove it again.

But this time Lin Hai was disappointed. After watching the chess game in his room all morning, he gained nothing except making himself dizzy. In the end, he could only attribute it to his epiphany that day being a combination of various coincidences.

Opportunities can come by chance but cannot be sought, especially by force.

When Nan Qirong finished playing a game of chess, Lin Hai quickly told her that he was going on a long trip. The latter paused slightly while gathering the chess pieces, and then asked:

"When will you come back?"

Lin Hai frowned and thought for a moment after hearing this, and felt that it would take a long time to learn the Immortal Sword Sutra from Big Beard at Lanruo Temple, so he smiled and said:

"I don't know how long it will take, at least a month or two. Don't stay in the house all the time. If you have time, go out for a walk and bask in the sun..."

Nan Qirong's endless nagging to Lin Hai ended with the word 'um', and she couldn't even add another word, which made Lin Hai a little frustrated.

"What do you want to do when you go out?"

Lin Hai was stunned by Nan Qirong's sudden question, and then he began to complain about the Buddhist sect that had evil intentions towards him, and how he wanted to use the four immortal swords of the Tongtian leader to cut off the cause and effect between Buddhism and himself, which made him angry.

Nan Qirong kept looking at him curiously.

Lin Hai felt a little embarrassed by Nan Qirong's frank and flawless gaze. He was about to say goodbye and leave, but suddenly he felt a slight chill on his forehead, as if something gentle and delicate was flickering on his forehead.

Nan Qirong touched the red mark on Lin Hai's forehead with one hand, and thought of Lin Hai's bald appearance and couldn't help but smile:

"It seems like you would look good as a monk."

Every time he got along with Nan Qirong, Lin Hai could not help but feel a kind of kindness. Compared with his sister Nangong, Lin Hai would not speak out what was in his heart so easily.

Lin Hai looked calm on the surface, but in fact, the otaku of more than 20 years was already feeling a tsunami in his heart. He took a strong breath to calm down, but a delicate fragrance filled his nose.

He looked at Nan Qirong, who was not good at words and did not understand the world, and for a moment he wanted to kiss her.

But Nan Qirong quickly retracted her palm and started playing with her chess game as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that Miss Nan was about to be immersed in a new round of games and couldn't extricate herself, Lin Hai stood up and left knowingly. Nan Qirong didn't say anything, just nodded.

After coming out of the room, he walked on the corridor facing the wind. It seemed as if a gentle hand was placed on the red mark between Lin Hai's eyebrows. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it. Suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Lin Hai!"

Lin Hai looked back and saw Nan Qirong standing at the window of the embroidery building, saying loudly: "Come back early and watch me play chess!"

"Be sure to come back early!"
Chapter completed!