"Are you finally leaving?"

Yi Lin sensed that the peeping feeling disappeared and took off her innocent disguise again.

Since he came to the servitorship,

The feeling of peeping comes from different directions of the Hanging Mountain from time to time.

He knew that it was the unique skill of the monk.

The spiritual consciousness has infinite magical uses, it can detect, shock, show off, and close your eyes.

At the beginning, spiritual consciousnesses from different directions were not frequently explored, about once a month.

The past six months have passed, and in the past half a month, I don’t know who is so shameless. I watch and peep every day, which makes Yi Lin annoyed.

Do errand disciples have no privacy rights?

Shameless ~

Yi Lin was furious.

The work of the errand disciple is very boring.

According to the type of work, it is roughly divided into carrying water, cutting bamboo, washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of spirit beasts.

This month, Yi Lin was assigned to the water carrying group again.

According to Yi Lin's normal pace, he walked from the foot of the mountain to the designated location for water delivery on the mountainside, and then sent the empty bucket back to the servicing room, and it was just noon.

Going further up, that is a field that formal disciples are qualified to enter, and idle disciples and masterless spirit beasts cannot enter.

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

Although it seems easy to carry water in just two rounds, if he had been a few months ago, he could only barely go up the mountain and walk back and forth a day without cheating, it would have been quite fast. It is said that some errand disciples went up the mountain in the early morning and did not go down the mountain until midnight, so they could only barely sleep in the open air in the bamboo forest and stayed cold all night.

Mr. Chenbei also praised Yi Lin for his rapid progress, saying that Yi Lin can be regarded as the one who has made extremely rapid progress among so many errand disciples.

Yi Lin looked at the sky from afar. There was still some time before the sunset and dusk. He secretly estimated that according to his current level, he would have another round and could barely return before nightfall.

Just...why?

How happy it is to stumble.

It took Yi Lin a full second to finally figure it out, and his thoughts were clear, so he simply went down the mountain slowly.

On the way back, other servants from the water carriage group were swaying left and right, sweating profusely up the mountain, stopping by the trees from time to time, resting for a while.

Some of them had not even completed the first round yet, so they watched Yi Lin carry the shoulder pole on his shoulder with one hand, and the end of the shoulder pole was lined with two empty wooden barrels, humming a small song, relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but feel envious.

"Come on."

When passing by, Yi Lin friendlyly encouraged his colleagues.

People cannot be generalized.

Yi Lin saw this very clearly.

When Yi Lin returned to the servitude squad, the servitude disciples who shared the rest of the work returned one after another.

In the past six months, these people have changed a lot from the disciples of the mail ranks to come and go. They have become familiar with each other and greet each other from a distance. They have just left.

Mr. Chenbei is joining a laundry class this time. Among the many jobs, the laundry class is the most comfortable. He is not tired, but he is just trying his hand speed. It depends on who rubs it quickly and quickly.

When the old man saw Yi Lin returning easily, he looked at Yi Lin for a moment, and then said meaningfully: "Boy, it's much faster."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Speaking of Uncle Chen, not long after Yi Lin came, he asked curiously how many years Mr. Chenbei had been, as the most senior servile disciple.

Of course, Uncle Chenbei doesn’t remember it. It can be cleared by day after day, and he is no longer an old man.

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

Yi Lin said it was Ji Sheng... I didn't know him, and Emperor Xia Yuan... I didn't know him either. Until he talked about Emperor Xia Yuan's ancestors, Mr. Chenbei woke up from his dream and said, "It's been a long time."

It took sixty years, that is, sixty years.

Old man, so scary.

...

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

In his spare time, Yi Lin would ask some trivial matters about the inside of Tianjianmen.

And some cultivation problems.

Although Mr. Chenbei cannot practice his cultivation, what surprised Yi Lin was that his foundation was terrifyingly solid. He could learn from it any meridian in the human body and what role it plays in the magic. He could use it as a reference to it and could speak it for half a day.

Oh, this mail squad has a treasure hidden.

The rest of the Servant Class were disdainful of Mr. Chenbei. After all, an old man who had been practicing for sixty years but had not been promoted to a formal disciple. In the eyes of the younger Servant disciples, he had passed away in this life and was like this, and there was no possibility of progress.

But Yi Lin didn't think so. He was very different from others. He was polite to Uncle Chen and often brought some homemade snacks to greet him. He happily wanted to take out all his shallow knowledge and stuff it into the mind of this young talent who was eager to learn.

...

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

As he breathed, he peeked at his gaze, sweeping back and forth from his body and around him.

“Is it getting more and more frequent?”

Yi Lin looked at the nose, the nose, the mouth, the heart, and chanted Amitabha Buddha in his heart. He pretended not to know, and remained motionless, and his breath was as steady as an old dog. But his mind became active and he said secretly.

He vaguely understood something.

After finishing his daily breathing, Yi Lin felt the weak cyclone in his body, and his white face seemed a little helpless.

"This may be the ghost talent 'God-jealous genius'."

[God-jealous genius: Enlightenment +200, Five Elements Spiritual Root Qualification -30, Cultivation Speed ​​-30, Lifetime Limit -30, Health -30.]

Under the influence of this red ball talent, Yi Lin's understanding is probably full, but the cultivation speed, qualifications, lifespan and health have been reduced to a certain extent. Yi Lin feels that his slow practice in qi training and little progress may be related to this matter.

Speaking of which, after the six months of Qi training, Yi Lin still can't figure it out.

In terms of human body strengthening, there are two key nouns, meridians and acupoints.

In human anatomy, these two organs are absolutely impossible to find. But when breathing and breathing, Yi Lin can feel the trajectory of the breath flowing in the body, as well as the "node" where the breaths stay for a while, which makes Yi Lin from the modern civilized society feel incredible and very unscientific.

If you say that blood vessels, lymph vessels, tendons, etc. can be cut anatomically, Yi Lin is easy to understand, but in what kind of metaphysical way do these meridians and acupoints 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 I thought of this, Yi Lin stopped breathing, took out four different secret books, spread them in front of him, turned one page here, one page there, and one page there, and thought carefully again.

In fact, he has read these four secret books countless times in the past six months. He remembers every word, every stain, and every bit of missing on it clearly. But reading books always requires a sense of ritual, and Yi Lin has also developed a habit, and it is healthier to read them.

These four secret books are actually not treasures.

There is a book written by the family "Cloud Body and Wind Body Technique".

The second book is the introduction to Buddhist scripture "Qingming Mantra" given by the old monk Zen Master Kuye.

The third book is the first month of Yi Lin's Servant's career. Jian Nanchun rarely showed his face and brought a book about the introduction to the Tianjianmen "Sword Heart Miscellaneous Records", which is the kind of book that every Tianjianmen Servant's Servant's disciples have.

The fourth book has a very interesting origin.

It was at the end of the third month of Yilin's life. Jiannanchun secretly opened the door of Yilin's room and forced it into the crack of the door like a thief... The broken book that even the cover was torn off. After using this method, he mysteriously handed the broken book to Yilin, Jiannanchun slipped away without saying a word, and the dog sneaked in, like a thief.

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

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

Yi Lin felt like she was returning to the Grand Engineer Tower, or in the clock tower, absorbing knowledge without worries and thirsty for knowledge, focusing on her heart and peace without distraction.

So, another month passed.

The spiritual sense that peeps in is becoming more and more frequent and shameless.

One day.

Yi Lin felt something. When chatting with Mr. Chenbei, he inexplicably said: "I may be leaving."

Uncle Chenbei was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Xiaolin."

Yi Lin could see that Mr. Chenbei was sincerely congratulating him, and there was no jealousy or resentment in his muddy eyes.

Yi Lin only said this to Mr. Chenbei.

If the people from other sergeant squads hear it, they may sneer at it or mock it in person.

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

But Yi Lin felt bored about this.

This guy doesn't pretend.

Shortly after Yi Lin said that to Mr. Chenbei.

One day.

The morning light is like stars, splashing on the eaves.

Jian Nanchun waited early in front of the trail in the servient room.

Jian Nanchun was still dressed in white, his whole body was spotless, dewdrops were not stained, his hair was half covered with half a bunch, and there was no wind. When Yi Lin opened the door, Jian Nanchun was like a handsome sculpture, carrying his hands, and a snow-white paper umbrella floated behind him. He was facing the sky with a perfect angle of forty-five degrees. His chin, with a sharp edge, pointed to the ground, and there were two long bangs on his forehead, one on his left and one on his right, adding a bit of mystery to his face that he wanted to be exposed and covered.

Yi Lin's hand that pushed the door froze for a moment, and he was speechless. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help asking, "Are you tired?"

"Ha, you're not tired." Jian Nanchun didn't hear the deep meaning of Yi Lin's words for a while. He also said that this junior brother is really considerate and knows how to feel sorry for his senior brother. He felt relieved in his heart, but his face was not revealed. He was still the Feng Qingyun who always belonged to him, and said, "Little brother, someone wants to see you."

"Okay." Yi Lin was not surprised at all, and threw a small object at Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother is here just right, I'll give it to you."

Yo?

And gifts?

Jian Nanchun took it with one hand and found that it was an ugly wooden carving. The surface of the wooden carving was carved with fine and dense knife marks. He turned it over and saw his name engraved behind him. He didn't understand what Yi Lin meant to throw the garbage over, so he asked, "Is this?"

Somehow, looking at the wooden man, I felt uncomfortable all over, as if it was a knife.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much." Yi Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at the face, resisting the urge to beat Jian Nanchun, and smiled: "Every time my junior brother misses my senior brother, I will draw a knife on the wood carving; if I miss you again, I will carve another knife. Day after day, sunrise and sunset, but over time, the wood carving of my senior brother became unrecognizable and unseen. The junior brother was extremely apologized."
Chapter completed!