I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Time flies.

It has been half a year in a blink of an eye.

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

Half a year, half a year!

Jian Nanchun is a dog, does he know how I came here in the past six months! Ah?

One day early in the morning.

The sun is rising.

The heavens descended from the sky.

Yi Lin got up from the wooden bedboard of a private single room allocated by the martial art and an extremely luxurious bachelor apartment. He picked up the carved wooden figure beside him, and used the family carpenter's knife given by Father Lin with tears before leaving, and carved **** the wooden figure. Make a mark.

In this era of no electronic calendar, no AI butler, no clock, and no mobile phone.

Yi Lin has developed the habit of keeping track of his days.

From Uncle Chenbei, a disciple of Wannian handyman, Yi Lin learned that the place where the Heavenly Sword Gate hangs from the fairy mountain is located in a "wonderland on earth".

Listening to his description, Yi Lin speculated that it was very likely a "secret realm" here.

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

But the time flow in the Tianjianmen immortal territory is no different from the world.

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

Day and night alternate, the sun and the moon are empty.

So Yi Lin invented the timer himself.

It was a small wooden figure he had carved by hand.

The words "Jiannanchun" are engraved on the back of the wooden man.

Every day and night, Yi Lin carves a knife on the "Jiannan Chun Muren".

To this day, one hundred and eighty-nine small marks have been carved with shallow, not many strokes, not many strokes, densely packed, and there is almost no room 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 the mountain, passing by the handyman's house. The morning mist was foggy and it was cool and moisturizing the lungs. Yi Lin used a wooden basin with a basin of water. After a simple wash, while the other wooden cottages were still not moving, he sat on a large round stone with a simple grass on the stone. Po.

This is the place where he usually sits and catches his breath.

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

"puff."

Sucking and sucking, a fart leaked from Yi Lin's back door... it leaked.

"Wa hahaha--"

A delicate little person, from behind Yi Lin's neck, sneered unscrupulously in his ears.

"Didn't you say it, there are many people here, and their spiritual consciousness can almost cover the entire suspended fairy mountain. If I find you, I can't explain it."

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

"Hey, master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your enchantment was able to isolate most of the spiritual sense exploration?"

Bai Xiaoyi was squeezed by Yi Lin in his hand and played with it carefully, but unable to move, he couldn't help but curled up, pretending to be a pitiful appearance.

"Will you have a snack? I can isolate most of the spiritual exploration, but I didn't say that I can completely ignore it. You forgot that I told you more than ten years ago that in a strange and unknown place, I can go back and forth. If you don’t expose it, you can live a long life."

"Master," on the other ear of Yi Lin, a palm-sized "elf" wearing a mini red dress, shaking a long snow-white hair, icy and jade-clean, and his face as cold as frost, reminded in a helpless tone: "That is Who, three shifts last night, sneaked out of Wanjuan Mountain to investigate the Lingshan prohibition?"

Looking closely at this other mini-man, it was a shrunken Nie Hongxiu.

After Nie Hongxiu shrunk, she lost a bit of mature charm, and a bit more pure and pure. Standing with Bai Xiaoyi, she looked like a pair of fairy sisters. Of course, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them was not mother and daughter, but it was just a mistake that went wrong after being transformed into amnesia.

Yi Lin was blocked by the two little mother spirits, each with one sentence, so that his face was dull, so he could only sullen his face, pick up the master’s majesty, cough slightly, and retorted: “I’m not just exploring outside. Didn't you go in? I really went in, I was discovered long ago."

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

This six months.

Yi Lin began to grow her long hair.

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

Since he came here, even if he eats light materials every day, his height has been growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he came, it was one meter and four meters, and now Yi Lin is one meter and six meters tall.

If Yi Lin went to the brothel and put on a brocade now, he would really look like an ordinary and handsome boy.

She has not cut her long hair for half a year, and Yi Lin is also used to growing her long hair, using a firm straw rope to tie her hair behind her head, like a pony tail.

After receiving her breath in the early morning, Yi Lin was disturbed by the two mother spirits and had no intention of fighting again. She slapped Xiao Mei who was about to come out of her long hair and babble back, and got up to pick up her shoulder from the wooden house. In front of the handyman's house, he picked two out of the row of wooden barrels and walked to the stream.

"Xiao Linzi, it's early."

When Yi Lin was about to leave for work, Uncle Chenbei's door opened, he smiled and washed with the basin, and smiled at Yi Lin.

"Hello, Uncle Chen."

Yi Lin released his hands from the pole, and his shoulders suddenly sank. The straw sandals on his feet slammed down an inch into the mud, and his whole body sank. But he didn't change his expression, and arched his hands to Uncle Chenbei to greet him.

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

Chenbei waved his hand and returned to the Mulu.

After the uncle Chenbei returned to the house, other wooden houses also appeared one after another, and began to move.

Today, in the handyman class, including Uncle Chenbei and Yi Lin, there are a total of 26 handyman disciples.

Among the twenty-six handyman disciples, the one who stayed the longest was undoubtedly the white-haired Cang Cangchen Northern Uncle, the youngest and tender newcomer, naturally Yi Lin was undoubtedly.

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

When Yi Lin first arrived, there were actually 27 people in the handyman class.

Until now, only one person was transferred and officially became a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

It is said that his miscellaneous career from a handyman disciple to an outer disciple lasted for nearly ten years.

When he left, he burst into tears, roared to the sky, venting the joy in his heart.

Yi Lin could understand, but could not imagine.

This kind of handyman career, day after day, year after year, how can it last for ten years.

Change to Yi Lin, the Heavenly Sword Gate, don't wait.

Who do you look down on?

At the time, Yi Lin thought so.

As for now, Yi Lin doesn't matter too much.

As for the reason...hehe.

...

The barrel on the shoulder is very heavy.

On the day of the first arrival, Uncle Chenbei instructed Yi Lin on how to carry water, and what process the handyman disciple should follow every day.

At that time, Yi Lin didn't care, and an empty wooden bucket was carried on his shoulders, almost drying him into the dirt.

Until the uncle Chenbei cheerfully lifted the barrel from Yi Lin's shoulder with one hand, Yi Lin finally understood that the barrel was not right.

What kind of barrel is it made of, bastard?

Later, Uncle Chenbei explained that these wooden barrels are all made of Jinding Shenyuan wood produced in Nanzhan Buzhou. This kind of wood is used to refine magic weapons and is of no use. This kind of wood has a remarkable characteristic...that is, it is very heavy. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than six hundred catties. It is no wonder that the young and frail Yi Lin cannot carry it with physical strength alone.

So how did the seemingly old Chenbei uncle resist?

Is it really a peerless powerhouse hidden in the handyman?

No, the plot is not so bloody.

In fact, Uncle Chenbei can carry these wooden barrels for a very simple reason.

-Refining gas.

There is a special magic circle inside the barrel. As long as the breath continues to flow, the weight of the barrel can be greatly reduced to achieve the effect of lifting the weight.

Once the breath ceases or does not flow smoothly, the barrel will be pressed down again, crushing the person.

Just this project of lifting water contained various profound meanings, which opened up Yi Lin's vision.

"The focus is on breathing."

Yi Lin's eyes opened and closed. There was a small air current surging in the limbs and hundreds of skeletons. The feet that sank into the soil were raised again. He hummed easily, took a flexible step, and followed the winding path. After the wooden bucket was filled with clear water, he walked up the mountain.

at the same time.

On the top of the main peak of the hanging mountain.

There is a villa here.

In the courtyard of the Bieyuan, there are purple flowers planted all year round, and there is also a dead tree with no leaves on it.

On a bluestone slab full of purple petals, there is a stone table, two stone benches, and two elderly people in Taoist robes.

The two old people don't know that this year, they have white hair, but their faces are ruddy, their skin is delicate, and their eyes are beautiful, they can be called a childlike face.

The most amazing thing is that the facial features of the two old people are almost printed in a mold, no matter if you look closely, you can't see any difference.

Between the two old people, there was a chess board on the stone table.

The number of nineteen on the vertical and horizontal lines of the chessboard is clearly ordinary Go.

One of the old men held a black piece in his hand and looked at the empty chessboard, but did not fall.

The two old men closed their eyes tightly, their eyeballs wriggling under their eyelids, as if thinking or looking at something.

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

"Yes, Lin Yi."

"Six months,"

"No matter how mediocre a monk is, he should also cultivate to the fifth level of receiving Qi."

"But why is he still wandering on the second floor of the gas receiving?"

The dialogue between the two is very strange.

The former just said half a sentence, the latter almost didn't pause, and mellowed in. The conversation between the two sounded as smooth as a person talking to himself.

"The breath is smooth when this child moves,"

"The sea of ​​anger can condense and dissipate, and time gathers time and space, it is difficult to become a big weapon."

"but,"

"But he understands the trick of'refining blood and coagulating swords.'"

"Oh? It's the chicken ribs—"

"Who gave it to him?"

"How can the supreme head ~www.readwn.com~?" The old man who spoke first, finally opened his eyes and said in surprise.

"Why not?" The old man who spoke afterwards also opened his eyes: "Oh, brother, you opened your eyes first, but you are disrespectful for your brother, and you are the first to take care of him."

The latter heard the words, speechless, and annoyed in his heart.

Baizi slapped and landed on the chessboard.

"Luozi, Tianyuan."

"...You want to lose like this?"

The two put away their spiritual consciousness and began to fight fiercely on the grid chessboard.

An hour later, Luozi Tianyuan...a fiasco.

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