Infinity Throne

But for a while, he didn't figure it out.

Brother Da Ganhao continued:

"Senior Brother Jian, what's behind you?"

Yi Lin's sudden question stunned Jian Nanchun. But he still answered sincerely: "There is a junior brother."

"wrong!"

Yi Lin stepped aside.

Behind Yi Lin, a snowman was piled up at some point, with the word "sword" engraved on the snowman.

Jian Nanchun: "..."

"So, senior brother only paid attention to me and did not notice the snowman."

I had no idea the answer to your question was a snowman!

Brother Jian's mentality was a bit broken.

But Jian Nanchun, as a dignified golden elixir monk, had a high level of understanding, and he vaguely understood something.

Under the eaves, Xia Xiaoman watched the two of them playing riddles with great interest. She looked at Jian Nanchun's collapsed expression and felt that the roasted bait in her hand was very fragrant.

Jian Nanchun was silent and thoughtful.

Yi Lin continued:

"Ruying... ahem, this is the key to the technique of tail tracking. If you want to learn it, you must first not regard yourself as a person."

"In this way, won't the sense of presence be reduced?"

“Who pays attention to a person who is not a person?”

"The sense of presence is a very subtle thing,"

"You will notice the enemy's killing moves, you will notice the dazzling special effects, you will notice the number one sign in front of the brothel, you will look for an inn to stay in the heavy rain, and you will look around when there is severe pain in the leg. People who sneak up on you."

Jian Nanchun: "?"

"But you won't notice the dead leaves on the big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadow behind you, you won't notice the peeling paint on the brothel's plaque, and you won't notice that it's raining heavily. , water droplets that merge into the turbulent flow.”

“If you want others to think you are a ‘shadow’, you must first become a ‘shadow’.”

"Suppress your emotions, calm your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, completely forget about the fact that you are a human being, and completely integrate into the surrounding environment."

…

If Yi Lin's former friends were here, they would probably be amazed by Jian Nanchun's boldness.

One dares to learn and the other dares to teach.

I dare not say that what Yi Lin is doing now is unprecedented, but it is definitely unprecedented.

He is trying to let a "non-apostle" understand abilities similar to the apostle's skills.

When there was a big commotion in Jingna City that night, the mysterious assassin hiding in the shadow of King Zhennan inspired Yi Lin with his skills.

This is no ordinary world.

In this world, there are fairies, demons, Buddhism, Qigong practitioners, and people seeking immortality.

With the help of the unique "spiritual energy" of this world, can we create some kind of "practice" to achieve the effect of "skill"?

Yi Lin is looking forward to Jian Nanchun's performance.

I saw that Jian Nanchun really calmed down under Yi Lin's "guidance", breathing slowly, and motionless like a sculpture in the yard.

This is the usual "meditating" posture for monks to breathe in and out, sitting cross-legged with their five hearts facing the sky.

But at this moment, Jiannanchun was quieter, more composed, and calmer than usual.

Time passes minute by minute.

Xia Xiaoman was full and took a nap.

Afternoon,

There was hail in the sky.

Thin hailstones hit Jian Nanchun, making his white clothes wet, but they failed to disrupt Jian Nanchun's breathing and rhythm.

at night.

It started to snow.

The wind and snow turned Jian Nanchun into a snowman.

The Jian Nanchun snowman is in sharp contrast to the "Jianzipai" snowman piled up by Yi Lin, standing one behind the other and standing one behind the other.

Ever since Jian Nanchun entered the state, Yi Lin left.

Even Xia Xiaoman has become a monk in the Qi training stage, he cannot fall behind.

There is no time to practice.

In the blink of an eye,

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Jingnancheng ushered in the fourteenth year of Jisheng calendar, January 1st.

The city was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and the residents threw away their previous depression, playing with snow in the streets and shouting for businessmen.

This world seems to have the same habit of celebrating the New Year.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and reunite with relatives and friends.

"Fourteenth year."

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman lit a bonfire in the yard under the tree. The two of them sat aside, each holding a few skewers with green vegetables, mushrooms, radishes, winter bamboo shoots, and hobs stuck on them. Mutton cubes, beef hooves dipped in sauce, various ingredients, red and green, and sprinkled with special "Yilin brand spices".

When the surface of the beef and mutton is slightly burnt and yellow, the meat juice drips, and it makes a crisp crackling sound in the campfire, under the "Qianji Array" of Jiannanchun, the aroma of the meat is overflowing, mixed with the fragrance of the vegetables, which is particularly attractive.

"Spread sparingly, there isn't much left in stock!"

Yi Lin watched helplessly as her junior sister's hands shook like a severe Parkinson's patient in order to make the skewers more fragrant. She splashed powder onto the skewers, and about a third of them fell into the fire, causing her body to ache.

"Senior brother, don't be so stingy. It's just some seasoning powder. What a big deal!"

Xia Xiaoman pushed up his chest with all his strength, showing contempt on his face. Parkinson's disease was getting worse and there was no cure.

"you……"

Yi Lin raised her hand and finally gave up the idea of ​​taking it back by force.

Don’t say this in front of Baicao Mountain elder Ye Liangchen.

These powders are all ground from the treasures of heaven and earth on his fairy mountain.

Ye Liangchen is so stingy. If he knows that you squandered his fairy grass powder like this, he will beat you to death.

Yi Lin cursed secretly.

"The string on your right needs to be turned around. It's almost done."

"The skewer on the left, the meat is almost covered in powder..."

"Don't eat it yet, let your senior brother take a pat first."

With a flash of light, the soul food is automatically generated and smells delicious.

The two of them worked hard, as if they were afraid that someone would lose.

"Junior sister, please forgive me for speaking frankly..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?" Xia Xiaoman's mouth was filled with food, and he made a strange whimpering sound.

"If you keep eating, I'm afraid that Brother Jian's flying sword won't be able to catch you next time!"

"Go away...burp~"

The two of them were full.

"Click."

The ice sculpture beside him, which had been frozen for who knows how many days, cracked a gap.

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other, as if understanding each other, one of them tidied up the bonfire, and the other hurriedly hid the empty forks on the ground in the snow.

"Kakaka-"

The ice sculpture cracked open, revealing Jian Nanchun's gentle smile.

Jian Nanchun stood up suddenly like a giant, with a scent of Taoist cummin all over his body.

Yi Lin was stunned. Did Jian Nanchun... break through?

"Why is the courtyard... so fragrant?"

As soon as Jian Nanchun broke through the ice and came out, he smelled a fragrance that made his index finger twitch.

"Senior Brother Jian, have you made a breakthrough?"

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman wiped the corners of their mouths at the same time as if nothing had happened, and Yi Lin took the initiative to ask.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, you are really my lucky star!" When Jian Nanchun mentioned his cultivation level, he no longer cared about whether the food around him was fragrant or not. He stepped forward and held Yi tightly. Lin rubbed her white palm carefully: "Junior brother Lin, senior brother, I have been trapped in the bottleneck of the seventh level of the golden elixir for three whole years. Unexpectedly, I suddenly had an epiphany and achieved a breakthrough in my cultivation!"

It's not easy...

If it weren't for the purpose of maintaining his senior brother's strength, Jian Nanchun would be looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, suppressing tears of joy.

"What about your tail tracking technique?"

Yi Lin's eyebrows twitched. He didn't care whether Brother Jian had made a breakthrough in cultivation or not. He was more curious about whether Jian Nanchun had mastered a technique similar to "following like a shadow".

Breakthrough...isn't it an easy thing?

Whether it is using [Bloodthirsty Disaster] to forcefully break through the human attribute limit lock,

Or he could use the "soul clone" to forcibly break through the realm barrier,

For Yi Lin, everything seemed relaxed and without any worries.

His trouble in spiritual practice is that his breath leaks from time to time.

Ever since Green Little Bat pressed the "Soul Clone" manufacturing technique into his head, Yi Lin no longer had any worries in this regard.

So he couldn't understand Jian Nanchun's ecstasy.

Alas~

The joys, angers, sorrows, joys, hates, and separations between people can only be ridiculed and cannot be empathized with.

When Yi Lin asked about this,

Jian Nanchun tilted his head slightly at a forty-five-degree angle and lowered his eyelids: "This... Speaking of this, I feel a little embarrassed. Senior brother doesn't seem to have understood the legendary 'stalking technique'." As he spoke, senior brother Jian's eyes flashed. A little more sighing with emotion: "Perhaps this is junior brother's talent. This secret method seems to be particularly suitable for junior brother Lin to practice. The skills are like the person, and the people are like the skills. Senior brother... I am ashamed!"

Yi Lin: "?"

Why does this sound like a curse?

When Yi Lin was thinking about whether to touch Jian Nanchun's face, Jian Nanchun was so happy due to the breakthrough that he couldn't help but enter the infatuation mode. He slowly took out the nail with a layer of skin worn off from his arms. Even though he didn't know how to use this magic weapon, it didn't stop Brother Jian from thinking about people and rubbing them repeatedly:

"But even if senior brother can't comprehend the legendary 'Trailing Technique', it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as senior brother's cultivation level can rise step by step and make breakthroughs, one day, senior brother will be able to hold his head high. Stand next to Junior Sister Chao and protect her from all the bloody storms and stormy waves in the world~~~~~?"

Jian Nanchun was originally fine.

But for some reason, when he said the last word "lang", his eyes suddenly widened and his hair stood on end, like exploding hair. He stared straight at the wooden nail in his hand, and the word "lang" was pronounced. Trembling and high, one wave after another, like a dolphin's cry of spring, or an oriole's call of a kingfisher, joyful yet sad, extremely complicated.

Brother Chun froze again.

Yi Lin followed Jian Nanchun's dull eyes and looked down.

No wonder Brother Chun reacted like this,

The nails used to locate and track Chao Rushuang... cracked.