The protagonist always wants to capture me

Lin Rong benefited a lot from communicating with his senior until midnight. All the incomprehensible parts of the Kunpeng technique in his mind were solved one by one. .

After the two senior brothers left, Lin Rong was still sitting in the same place, immersed in his comprehension. After a while, he suddenly stood up holding Yuzheng, touched the ground with his toes, his cultivation was running, his spiritual power surged, and he left the farmyard within a few breaths. Standing next to the summit cliff of the nearest mountain.

Lin Rong found a place on the edge of the empty cliff and sat down cross-legged. Xiao Yuzheng held his lapel with one hand while he was asleep, and he simply hugged it with one hand, and raised the other hand and landed on the grass beside him.

Close your eyes, and there are pictures in your mind, that is a soaring Kunpeng.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of wind blew by, and the hand that stopped on the grass stopped.

The wrist rotates slowly, the fingers are intertwined and pinched one by one, sometimes stopping and sometimes quickly, as if groping for deduction.It took the time for a cup of tea to finish the walk, and the grass under it didn't move at all, without any change.

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times... Lin Rong repeated it tirelessly, and if he checked carefully, he would find that he was adjusting and changing his moves every time.

Every Kunpeng gets the same inheritance, but each Kunpeng is unique, the same inheritance has different moves, this is not caused by the blood, but the inheritance itself.

The inheritance of Kunpeng is like a painting, a piece of cloud, and a cloud of fog. Each Kunpeng sees differently, experiences differently, and creates different spells. Although it cannot escape the origin, it can derive different s things.

Lin Rong rotated and pinched her fingers and wrists, and finally fixed in one mode after thousands of times. At this time, the moon has set, and the sun has risen and sprinkled golden lights.

Lin Rong's cultivation was running, and spiritual power surged to his fingertips, but the grass under it remained unchanged. He didn't seem to notice it. No one knew what he saw in the inheritance. He just frowned slightly and repeated the words on his hand. action.

The sun sinks into the other side of the mountain, and the moon climbs up the treetops to cast hoarfrost.Jun Mo came with his apprentice's favorite snacks, stopped ten meters away from Lin Rong, watched with soft eyes for half an hour, then put down the snacks and turned to leave.

Another half an hour later, Leng Rulin appeared quietly, his bland eyes swept over Lin Rong, and finally fell on Xiao Yuzheng, then moved away, lifted his feet to find a tree to hide in the canopy, Close your eyes to protect Lin Rong.

Lin Hao and Lin Qi came together, they felt Leng Rulin's aura, so they stopped, watched from a distance for a while, and then left. When they left, they bowed in Leng Rulin's direction.

Another day passed, and Lin Rong was still in the same state, one person, one grass, one technique, repeated deduction but to no avail.

Lin Tianrui's old figure came tremblingly from the mountain road, his face engraved with time marks could still be seen as handsome when he was young, but he couldn't find the resemblance to Jun Mo, he was standing on Lin Hao Lin Qi at first place, then walked to the place where Jun Mo was standing, and finally walked a few steps forward.

Leng Rulin on the tree opened his eyes calmly, and after a glance, he closed them again.

Lin Tianrui looked at Lin Rong, watching each person, one grass and one technique.Since he was a child, he was gifted, accomplished, and talented. The curse that year took away his life, his appearance, and his achievements, but he couldn't take away what was carved into the depths of his soul. You can see a cloud of mist behind Lin Rong—it is Kunpeng, an unformed Kunpeng.

I saw the young Kunpeng flapping its wings while trying to break free from the shackles of the fog. Its figure flickered, and it might even collapse.

The legend of Kunpeng...is passed down from ancient times.

Lin Tianrui suddenly thought of this sentence.The story of the fish turning into a roc is so exciting and moving, but behind it are more fish that failed to turn into roc.

Inheritance is just an opportunity. What you see in the inheritance belongs to you and is the only one. Whether it succeeds or fails depends on you.

Lin Tianrui let out a low sigh, and turned around slowly to leave. There seemed to be an unyielding soul struggling in his distant figure.

Success or failure is only in his own hands. Lin Rong lost only one Kunpeng technique, but he lost because of...

Bai Licheng was the last to come. He had a cold face, his mouth was pursed and his face was long, and he found a place to sit down with a wine jar in his arms.He is still very dissatisfied, he is not inferior to Lin Rong in any way, but he has never been "recognized".

What bothered him the most was that he would be Lin Tianrui's last disciple. As usual, everyone should call him "Little Junior Brother", but because of Lin Rong, everyone always used "Sixth Junior Brother".

Speaking of it, Lin Hao always felt that Bai Licheng was too narrow-minded, a man should be broad-minded, why bother about these trivial matters.In addition, Lin Rong was only six or seven or eight years old when he separated from everyone, and Bai Licheng came half a month after the separation.Lin Hao, Lin Qi, and Lin Lan were fine. Lin Lin and Lin Rong had the closest relationship, and they were not very old, so it was right that they couldn't accept it.

This cause and effect is messy, and it is still chaotic if you keep cutting it, so it is better to leave it alone.

The faint smell of alcohol dissipated, no matter how he was on the "cusp of the storm", Lin Rong himself would not feel this. He sat and repeated the trajectory with his hands.

A jar of wine bottomed out, Bai Licheng put the wine jar aside, leaned against a tree and closed his eyes to practice.

Day by day, Lin Rong only woke up once in a period of time, checked Xiao Yuzheng's situation, fed a few Huiling Pills, and then continued to comprehend.

The grass under his hands trembled slightly with the wind blowing, but there was no change at all.Leng Rulin on the tree never moved, and Bai Licheng under the tree left for a while before returning.

The opening day of Phoenix Immortal Realm is getting closer and closer. A piece of Phoenix Immortal Token that Lin Rong obtained in Yong Qin Kingdom is always shaking in the storage bag these days, indicating that the opening day is approaching.

The main country and other cities are turbulent. Some people want to take this muddy water, while others have to.

Jun Mo would often stand ten meters away from Lin Rong with cakes.The phantom of the Kunpeng in Lin Tianrui's eyes seemed to be dissipating, and Lin Rong might not succeed.

After a few more days, the Phoenix Immortal Orders from all over the mainland left the storage bags of their respective masters and soared into the void, emitting a bright blood-like light. The Phoenix Immortal Realm may open within three days.

There are two Fengxian Tokens floating on Lin Rong's chest, one is Lin Rong's and the other is Yu Zheng's.The moment Fengxian Ling appeared, it disturbed Lin's Medical Center and others.

Now that Lin Rong is enlightening, if he is suddenly teleported into the Phoenix Immortal Realm... But if they forcibly take away the Phoenix Immortal Token, it will also affect Lin Rong.

Just when everyone was tangled up and decided to open Fengxian Fairyland, and Lin Rong forcibly snatched it before he succeeded, Yuzheng woke up.

The black-haired baby opened his eyes as deep as an abyss, and the moment his body was about to let out momentum spontaneously, he smelled the familiar breath from the tip of his nose, and everything was locked in his body again.

Yuzheng immediately felt that Lin Rong was enlightening, and frowning, his spiritual consciousness avoided Lin Rong and spread out to protect Lin Rong. He didn't even pause when it touched Leng Rulin and others, and covered it strongly.

Leng Rulin breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes and looked at Yu Zheng, he already knew that this was his apprentice.Bai Licheng is familiar with Yuzheng. He has long guessed that the child Lin Rong is bringing is Yuzheng. He will not ask more about the reason. Back then, Yuzheng fought against the entire Tiandong with his own strength, and forced Lei Xun and Chu Tianlu Using himself as a sacrifice to cause space cracks is not something he can offend.

In the black bamboo forest and Lin Tianrui pruning the black bamboo, Jun Mo's expression and movements did not change a bit, but Lin Tianrui looked sharply at the top of the mountain.

Jun Mo smiled reassuringly: "Brother, that is Xiaorong's Taoist companion."

Lin Hao was not so calm anymore, he stood up as soon as he was warned by the divine sense, Lin Qi next to him raised his hand and grabbed him, put down the booklet he was reading and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, don't you think this divine sense is familiar? "

Lin Hao felt it as he said, and slapped the table: "This is the young prince of Yongqin Palace!" After a few breaths, he frowned, "Why is he here?"

Lin Qi smiled, but remained silent.

Lin Rong left a sliver of consciousness on Yuzheng's body, and naturally sensed Yuzheng's awakening, and immediately withdrew that ray of consciousness, and he completely sank into the awareness.

There was a vast white mist, and the sound of birdsong rang in his ears from time to time, and the sound of flapping wings was even more endless. Every Kunpeng that flew past him was calling to him. Each one was more attractive than the other, but it was not enough to make him Lin Rong stopped, he was still looking for his own Kunpeng.

The extra time has been forgotten, and Lin Rong doesn't know how long he walked, maybe a day, maybe a month, maybe a year, but there was always a white mist ahead, and he was tired of walking, so he stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at the kunpeng gathered around him, Lin Rong raised his hand, wanting to choose a satisfactory one. Each kunpeng uttered loud and clear bird songs, hoping to win Lin Rong's love, and a kunpeng with the most beautiful feathers entered. his eyes.

Just as he slowly stretched out his hand to touch the Kunpeng, a faint bird song caught his attention.Lin Rong turned her head and saw a thin Kunpeng struggling hard behind the Kunpeng. It seemed to have a congenital deficiency, and fell to the ground after flying a few steps.

Hearing the chirping of this kunpeng, Lin Rong couldn't help getting up, and when the kunpeng was about to fall to the ground again, he stretched out his hand to catch it firmly. In an instant, all the kunpeng around him disappeared, except for the one in Lin Rong's hand.

A messy picture appeared in his mind, and Lin Rong looked at Kunpeng in his palm absently.

"Brother~" The boy in ancient costume hugged the boy who looked exactly like him, and he called his brother coquettishly, "Brother, why don't you go see Sister Mo today, I just realized a magic technique yesterday, can you help me?" Let me see where I need to change~”

The sweet words combined with the youth's delicate and gorgeous face did not stand out, and the peach blossom eyes that would unconsciously be stained with a different color when he glanced at his brother erased the only sense of disobedience.

The young man whose arms were held was expressionless. He had the same appearance, but there was no charm on him, giving people a cold and unapproachable feeling.

The cold boy looked at his younger brother with dark and deep eyes, with a helpless connivance that he didn't even realize, but his cold voice was inexplicably warm: "Yeah."

"I know that my brother treats me the best!" The beautiful boy cheered, and took the cold boy's hand and ran towards his own house.

"Brother, look after you." Standing still in the yard, the gorgeous young peach blossomed his eyes and found a peony flower half the height of a person. He blinked at his brother, rolled up his sleeves and cleared his throat in a pretentious manner.

I saw him stretch out his hand, his cultivation was running, his spiritual power poured out, his fingertips danced, his wrist twirled, the power of magic emerged, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered from all directions, and the noble and beautiful peony blossomed at a speed that the naked eye could not capture. It faded away, and finally turned into a seed that fell in the palm of the beautiful young man.

"Brother, I'm not very strong." The beautiful young man's eyes were shining brightly, and he ran to the cold young man as if asking for a reward.

The cold boy's mood fluctuated. He stared at the seed and rubbed his younger brother's hair: "—the most powerful."