Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

Then Lin Zhizhi asked the little fat man about the geographical location of the surrounding area-this time the answer he got was a blank shake of his head.For children who have never been outside the village, the furthest place is the city, which their parents only occasionally enter.

There are many things to do and eat in the city, which is their dream place.

Ordinary people don't know how to control the sword, and the places they can know are limited.Lin Zhizhi died of this heart, seeing the beautiful young man in front of him stopped talking, the little fat man squinted his eyes at his companion, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly, the little fat man pulled the chair under the other party with his fingers .Perhaps because of the previous conversation, he was not so scared, and he boldly asked, "Where are you from? In the city? Why are you with him?"

This "he" naturally refers to the boy who is still chopping wood.The little fat man didn't even want to look at him, the fat flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball, with an expression of seeing a ghost in daylight.

Lin Zhizhi's black eyes were bright and he didn't speak.

"Stop asking! Tie Zhu, we're going to be late to Mr.'s place!" The companion with two spots of plateau red anxiously waved at the little fat man.

The little fat man Tie Zhu looked at the person in front of him hesitantly, stretched his neck and replied, "Here we are!" Then he said softly to Lin Zhizhi: "I'm leaving! You should think about it carefully, it's not safe to be around Ye Zhong!"

Then, trembling all over, he ran to his companion's side, turned his head and toes arrogantly, and wanted to swear a few more words at the boy who was indifferent from the beginning to the end.But he turned his small eyes and looked at Lin Zhizhi, without cursing, he pushed his companion and ran away again.

He is still young and doesn't understand the truth. Everything is instilled by his parents.The prejudice of parents stems from ignorance and ignorance of ideas, and they don't understand how much harm this will bring to a child.

Maybe they know and just don't care.

In fact, Lin Zhizhi doesn't quite understand the feelings in the other party's heart. He and this young man have two completely different trajectories of life: one is high above the ground, the son of a noble family, and has a smooth path to cultivation, while the other was born in a mortal family, and has been treated by himself since he was a child. Discriminated against by the whole village.

The difference between clouds and mud.

Even if he wanted to help the other party, he did it conveniently, but he didn't understand how much change this would bring to the other party—almost changed his life and dragged him out of the quagmire.

Not long after the group of children ran away, the boy in civilian clothes had finished chopping the firewood, bundled them up neatly and put them aside.Holding the machete, he walked towards the hut.

When Lin Zhizhi passed by and pushed the door open, he clenched the machete tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and said in a low voice, "Let's go quickly." Then he entered the wooden house.

Lin Zhizhi glanced at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and followed him into the room.After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bun, divided it in half, and handed the other half to the boy.

The young man was wiping the machete with a piece of black linen cloth, looked up at Lin Zhizhi, continued to move his hands, and said in a stiff tone, "I'm not hungry, you should leave soon after eating."

It looked like he was desperately trying to push people out.

Lin Zhizhi is not usually the kind of person who puts a hot face on a cold butt.In fact, it is usually others who rush to please him.But this time, instead of being displeased by the young man's attitude, he became a little concerned.

He withdrew his hand holding half a piece of steamed bun, glanced left and right, and found that the only chair in the room had been moved outside—if he moved it back again, the wound on his abdomen would definitely open again.He just leaned on the table like this, played with the steamed bun in his hand for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Do you want to become stronger?"

These words made the boy's movement of wiping the knife come to an abrupt end.He tensed up suddenly, cut the dripping sweat with the tip of the knife, and looked at Lin Zhizhi sharply, as if judging the truth or falsehood of this statement.

The black-haired boy happened to be looking at him too, and his black and white pupils did not have the disgust and contempt that other villagers saw when they looked at him, nor did they have emotions such as sympathy and pity.

He seemed to be simply asking a question like "Is this food delicious?", and then waiting for his answer.

——As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.

Want to get stronger?

——How could you not want to?

He dreams of it!He wants to control the sky one day, stand tall, stand taller, and then trample all those who looked down on him under their feet!Step in the mud!Let them cry and beg for mercy, and tremble at his feet, and live all their days in penitent terror!

The boy put his fingertips on the sharp knife, and a drop of blood dripped out.He put it to his lips, licked it off, and said in a low voice, "I want to."

When he raised his eyes to answer, there was a surge of hostility in his eyes.

Lin Zhizhi looked at him quietly for a while, then turned his head, tore a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth: "If you are willing to learn, I can teach you, as a reward for saving me."

He looks good when he eats.His movements are elegant, his lips are red and his teeth are white, completely out of place with the steamed bun in his hand.It always makes people feel that such a person should drink the wind and drink the dew, and not eat the fireworks of the world.

"...Don't you already know...those things? You still want to teach me?" The boy didn't quite believe what this man said.

——He heard all the words of those children before.Those words were like tearing open his wound again and spreading it bloody in front of others.

But he had no other way, he was used to forbearance.

I have no strength, so I can only endure.

If he opens his mouth to refute, it will only get out of hand.

Under years of forbearance, what was buried was the desire for strength.

So he didn't quite trust Lin Zhizhi.He always felt that he would not be so lucky, someone would still teach him after knowing his life experience, and would not discriminate against him.

"Those things? If you don't believe them, they are all purely bluffing words." Lin Zhizhi stopped eating the steamed buns, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, propped up the table with one hand, leaned down and looked straight into the boy's stubborn eyes, "As long as you With strength, all problems can be easily solved.”

Whether it is the cultivation world or the secular world, strength comes first!

Why did the Lin family stand still for hundreds of years?Why has Luo Xianjianzong been a colossus in Zhonglu for thousands of years, and others dare not provoke him at all?That's all because of strength!The tyrannical strength of the elders and disciples under the sect is the foundation for a power to thrive!

"Yaxuan, my name." The boy's eyes were proud, and when he met Lin Zhizhi, he didn't feel weak at all.

"Lin Zhizhi."

Yaxuan remembered the other party's name in his heart.

This is the first person to show kindness to him.

He put down the knife in his hand.Reminiscent of the other party's identity as a cultivator, he hesitated and said, "I...do I want to worship you as my teacher?"

Lin Zhizhi was taken aback by his question, and quickly waved his hands: "I just teach you some basics, which is far from the level of master and apprentice."

Accepting apprentices in the cultivation world is extremely cautious, and once accepting it is almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the master treats himself.And it's not sure if this kid has spiritual roots, if not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves.The unique skills of those sects and the Lin family cannot be taught to outsiders.

Yaxuan nodded slowly, he didn't know whether the emotion welling up in his heart was disappointment or joy.

"Go and do your work first, I'll think about how to teach you." Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed bun, and said to Yaxuan with some difficulty.

The boy is tall.In such an embarrassing living environment, he is half a head taller than Lin Zhizhi.Hearing what the other party said, he stood up, put the machete on his waist, went out and moved the firewood into the house in bundles.

Lin Zhizhi watched him busy while thinking in his heart.

Although he lost his spiritual power, as a sword cultivator, his comprehension and proficiency in the way of the sword is still there, more than enough to teach a mortal who doesn't know martial arts.As for the exercises, although there are no ready-made ones, and the ones he practiced can't be given away, he has been well-read since he was a child, and some common exercises are engraved in his mind.It is not difficult to recite a copy by force, but how to determine the spiritual root——

Generally, a special test spirit tool is needed, and he doesn't have such a thing around.

The witty young master of the Lin family clapped his hands, stopped Yaxuan, and then motioned for him to close the door.He organized the words in his mind, and said: "I'm not sure if you have spiritual roots, I will teach you the first level of "Ze Yuanjue". This is the most common practice in the cultivation world, and it is better than Yi Cheng. Change to other exercises. If you can detect the first level of aura, you have spiritual roots. Then I will teach you the next few levels of exercises. You write it down, the spirit of the universe, from the outside to the inside..."

The light in the wooden house suddenly dimmed, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with a serious teaching place.But Langya listened very seriously, without blinking.He memorized every word and every expression of the other party in his heart.Follow the boy's words, close your eyes, and start to perceive the aura of heaven and earth.

Seeing Ya Xuan enter the state, Lin Zhizhi stopped after reciting the first level of spells.

He rarely spoke so many words in one breath.In addition to being lively when he was in the Lin family, Lin Zhizhi cherished words even more after the appearance of the favorability system and the physique of a dog that day.Now that he lost the support of his spiritual power and was injured, he suddenly felt a little physically exhausted.

When a cultivator loses his spiritual power, it is like a mortal suffering from a serious illness. No matter what he does, he will feel a sense of weakness in his heart.Lin Zhizhi looked at Yaxuan as if it took a long time, walked to the only bed and lay down directly.

Long hair scattered, black hair and snow skin, he is like a flower that is about to wither, the sickly beauty is astonishing.

This period of time was very quiet, and it was the first time that Yaxuan spent an afternoon in such a peaceful way.

No name-calling, no slurs, no going out hunting.

Yaxuan is busy feeling the spiritual energy, Lin Zhizhi is also busy feeling the spiritual energy, they accompany each other.

——The result was also very depressing, both of them answered no.

When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still couldn't condense his spiritual power, it was already nightfall.His habitual hand touching his stomach has moved to his stomach.

A monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage has already grown grains. In the past, he ate only because he was greedy for the taste of food, but now he wants to eat... because he is hungry.

Damn, I ate a steamed bun all day long. Is this a human thing? !

Lin Zhizhi straightened his upper body unbearably, and interrupted Yaxuan who was still trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth: "Yaxuan, do you still have food here?"

Yaxuan opened his eyes, with some annoyance between his eyebrows.This annoyance was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but at himself - he did not feel the so-called "spiritual energy".

Is he really just a mortal? !Will he be unable to roam the world like his father for the rest of his life?Can only roll in this world of mortals, in the muck of the secular world?

He is not content to stop there.

"I still have a few steamed buns here." He stopped meditating, and was about to get up to fetch steamed buns for Lin Zhizhi.

"...you don't have some other food? Like... roast chicken?"

As soon as these words came out, Yaxuan didn't respond, and Lin Zhizhi fell silent abruptly.

Fengqin... was lucky enough to survive even himself. With Elder Xuanying's strength, he would definitely be able to send that egg back to the sect safely, right?

Lin Zhizhi let out a long sigh, and his desire to regain his strength became even stronger. He really wanted to go back to the sect to see what the current situation was like.

Yaxuan paused for a moment, then pursed his lips lightly: "Yes."

He walked to a corner, where the rabbits and pheasants that came back from the mountain yesterday were tied up, and they were originally intended to be sold in the market.With quick hands and feet, the young man took down the hatchet at his waist, and mercilessly chopped off the head of the pheasant and removed the feathers.Take the roast chicken brought by the dog to the stove, squat down and light the fire, and roast the chicken.

His movements are skilful.Since his parents died, he has been alone in this wooden house to take care of himself for decades.When many people were still acting like a baby in the arms of their parents, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook.

In less than half an hour, he took a delicious roast chicken and handed it to Lin Zhizhi who was on the bed.

Lin Zhizhi took it, tore off half of it and handed it back, but Yaxuan shook his head and refused: "I won't eat it."

After finishing speaking, the young man sat down again and planned to follow the method to comprehend the spiritual energy.

- you don't eat?Are you immortal?Even him, a genuine immortal (?) wants to eat!

Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible.Now that he has decided to teach this young man, he must be taught well, and his prestige will not be considered at that time - the half chicken he left for Yaxuan took a bite of his own, wanting to keep a cold face Educate the other person about the importance of eating on time: "Stop it, get up."

In the end, because the chicken tasted a little good, and he was really hungry, he couldn't maintain the image of the cold noodles, so he couldn't hold back and took several bites in a row before stopping.

Yaxuan was a little confused, and opened his eyes to look at him.

"...You eat this, and I'll teach you swordsmanship." Lin Zhizhi forced the half chicken to the young man, ate the rest, and consciously went to the bucket to scoop up a spoonful and washed his paws. .

Yaxuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken, feeling a bit at a loss.

—No one has ever cared so much about him.

The boy's eyes stopped on the half roasted chicken, and after a long silence, he reached out and tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.His movements are very slow, as if he is enjoying something.

"Where is there a more spacious place here where no one will disturb you?" Lin Zhizhi washed his hands and asked Yaxuan.

"There is one behind the mountain. People in the village generally don't go there."

Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction: "Then we'll go there after you finish eating, and you lead the way."

Yaxuan eats very fast, and his expression doesn't look like he's eating roast chicken at all—it could be compared to being forced to take poison.After eating the grilled chicken with a blank face, the boy picked up the machete on the table: "Let's go."

It was already dark when we went out.

Looking from a distance, every household in the village was lit with candlelight.There was a shirtless man outside enjoying the cool breeze, his face changed suddenly when he saw Yaxuan: "Why are you here, you bastard?! How dare you come out?"

Yaxuan acted as if he hadn't heard it, his figure was still cold and arrogant, he quickly led Lin Zhizhi around the village, leaving the scolding far behind him.

Lin Zhizhi was able to keep up at first, but then he was a little unable to do so because of his injury.Although Yaxuan walked in front, he was still watching him from the corner of his eyes.Seeing that the black-haired boy's face changed slightly, and he pressed his abdomen with his hands, he calmly slowed down his steps so that the other party could follow.

Usually Yaxuan only needs to walk 10 minutes, but today he took twice as long.

The open space behind the mountain is very open, and there are many low weeds, which cannot be turned into a field.And the scenery is not good, people in the village don't like to come here.

But Yaxuan came here often, just because this was the only place where he could come out, and no one surrounded him and called him a bastard.

He will come here to practice the knife.

No one taught him, he didn't know any moves, he just practiced the weight one by one, and practiced hunting knife skills when hunting in the mountains.

"It's right here." Lin Zhizhi pointed to a place in front of a big tree root and called to Yaxuan.The young master of the Lin family sat down against the tree root and asked, "Do you understand swords?"

He doesn't know how to use a sword, nor has he had any experience with swordsmanship, so he can't afford a sword.

Because his father is a swordsman, Yaxuan actually loves swords more.

Yaxuan stroked the machete at his waist with his fingertips, and wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he knew how to use a sword, but he always felt that this was too direct, so he asked in a way he thought was euphemistic: "Can I learn how to use a sword? "

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

This is insulting!Chi Guoguo's insult!In front of a swordsman, he asked if he could learn sword skills!He could finally understand how the ancient immortal felt when he said that sword cultivation was better in front of the ancient immortal of refining medicine!Feng Shui takes turns, the ancients never deceive me.

Since ancient times, swords and swords are incompatible! ╭(╯^╰)╮

"What's so good about a knife? You heard in those stories, it's all walking with a sword. Where can you walk with a sword? It's heavy and rough, and it's easy to be used by others when it's opened and closed." Black hair The young man didn't even care about the aching wound, he straightened up and drew the knife frantically.

Yaxuan: "..."

He didn't really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of the knives and swords, he just let go of the machete, took it off and put it aside as a concession.

Lin Zhizhi calmed himself down, looked into the dark eyes of the other party, reached out and picked a branch from the tree behind him, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: "The way of swordsmanship is about following one's heart, using offense as defense... ..."

Speaking of swords, he talked even more.

After explaining the basic understanding, Lin Zhizhi stood up, using the branch as a sword, swiped his backhand in the air, and demonstrated the first three moves of "Basic Sword Art" to Yaxuan.

The sword cultivator is domineering and masters killing.

Master Dao Zun is the best among them, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice.

He is holding a sword, which is different from empty-handed.

Lin Zhizhi's appearance at this moment was originally described as haggard and weak, and his bloodless lips were even more distressing.However, after holding the sword, the eyes of the black-haired boy suddenly changed, becoming sharper, awe-inspiring and inviolable.In his hands, the branch was like a spiritual weapon, and there was a howling wind when it was waved.His figure is elegant, like a dragon in the clouds, and his coarse linen clothes seem to be transformed into layers of wide-sleeved flowing robes.

There are only three tricks.

"Do you remember?" Lin Zhizhi stopped his movements, stood on the spot, and asked, throwing the branch to Yaxuan.

Yaxuan nodded, and then imitated Lin Zhizhi's actions just now.

He is not ugly, but handsome.Because he has been hunting all year round, he is tall and tall, even a little taller than Lin Zhizhi.It's just that there is always a hostility between his eyebrows, he doesn't want to communicate with anyone, and refuses people thousands of miles away.

Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in the veins of the sword, and he could tell at a glance that although the opponent worked very hard, he had no talent for the sword.He said, "You are indeed not suitable for sword practice."

Yaxuan stopped his movements, the bangs on his forehead slid down along his forehead, covering most of his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.It's just that under the force of his hand holding the branch, it snapped off.

"I just said that you are not suitable for swords, so don't be so nervous. Maybe you should learn knives—but I don't know knives, and I don't like such cumbersome weapons." Lin Zhizhi went back to the root of the tree and sat down, slowly and again I broke a branch and twirled it with my fingertips, "You have two choices now, one is to practice swords with me, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather spiritual energy."

Yaxuan raised his head and said loudly, "I choose the first one."

——Finally, there is such an opportunity to try to get rid of such a fate. If he just gives up, how can he be willing?

"I guess so..." Lin Zhizhi said to himself, smashing the branch in his hand and hitting the boy's head well, with a smile in his words, "Go ahead, if you say you have forgotten those three tricks, I won't do it again."

Yaxuan will never forget, his memory has always been very good.

In the previous few imitations, Yaxuan always made many mistakes, and was corrected one by one by Zhizhi Lin, and started all over again.

Yaxuan is very patient, if it doesn't work once, then come a few more times.

He once lurked on the mountain for up to a week in order to catch a wild boar.The last thing he lacked was patience and patience.

In the following days, he seized every minute and every second of his time to practice—so hardworking that even the former cultivator Lin Zhizhi was shocked, and he only slept for two hours every night, from day to night.But I don't know if it's because of his poor aptitude or other problems, but he still hasn't gotten started with the cultivation method, and he can't feel the aura of heaven and earth.

Only "Basic Sword Art", he has become very proficient after practicing those three moves day and night.In Lin Zhizhi's words, he still "has form but no spirit" and "practices his swordsmanship as clumsily as a knife" - but this is a practice of swordsmanship after all, even if there is no aura, it is better than many mortal martial arts.

The most typical one is reflected in Yaxuan's hunting.In the past, he mainly used pheasants and rabbits, and only occasionally had the idea of ​​moving some wild animals for his livelihood.Now he can easily defeat a wild boar.

When watching Yaxuan use the small machete to perform basic sword art and fight wild boars indecently, Lin Zhizhi actually refused.

Because it's so hot on the eyes.

—Aside from Lin Jianxiu's prejudice, from an objective point of view, Yaxuan is far from that bad.

He was indeed not light and flexible, and did not take advantage of the sword.He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, and only after the wild boar showed its real fangs did he use the second move of the sword formula. With one fatal blow, he chopped off the wild boar's head.

Lin Zhizhi shook his head as if to digest after a meal, and walked down the hill slowly, Yaxuan followed behind with the wild boar (...) on his shoulders, planning to sell it at the market sometime so that he could buy himself a sword .

He doesn't like the sword, but needs it.

The two walked into the village one after the other.

There are still people insulting Yaxuan, but compared to the beginning, it is much better.After the little fat man publicized, the people in the village soon knew that a good-looking outsider had come to Yaxuan's house, and he ate and lived with him, rarely going out.

The little fat man highlighted an important point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking, and he didn't take the initiative to be with "wild species".

These villagers are ignorant and arrogant, subconsciously shifting all responsibility to Yaxuan.

——He must have tricked Lin Zhizhi into the village, and they have been living together now, and they don't know when they will disappear. It's a pity.

That's why they looked at Lin Zhizhi mainly with pity, not the disgust they had for Yaxuan.

The two had just entered the room when Lin Zhizhi, who was in front of him, stopped suddenly, turned his head and opened the door to look into the distance: "Something is coming."

"What?" Yaxuan frowned and looked in the same direction, but found nothing.

"There is a... low-level spirit beast running here, very fast, let's leave here first."

Although Lin Zhizhi lost his spiritual power and has not yet recovered, his sensitivity to spiritual energy is still there.He signaled Yaxuan to leave the wild boar behind, and walked out of the room with him.But before he had time to leave the village, the spirit beast was already very close.

As the spirit beast approached, the whole village could feel the ground shaking under their feet.

"What's going on?" The villagers ran out arguing and looked at the source of the vibration.

It was a low-level spirit beast that looked like an elephant, with black fluff on its body, and the eyes of a leopard. It was very powerful.

Lin Zhizhi had never seen such a spirit beast in Zhonglu—now he wondered whether he had arrived in another continent?

"Roar--"

The spirit beast roared towards the sky, smashed the small fence at the entrance of the village with a slap, and approached the village step by step.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is only one exit where people can get out, but the door is blocked by spirit beasts, catching turtles in the urn.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Now the villagers didn't care about Yaxuan's affairs, they backed away in astonishment, crying and screaming at the monster in front of them.

Yaxuan turned back to Lin Zhizhi and said, "You stay here."

Then the boy did not retreat but advanced, and took that step among the villagers who were pushing back.