After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The yard is old and dilapidated, and some cracks in the walls have been sewn up with mud. There is only one sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the simple yard, and some green grass around it has been taken care of very cleanly. Obviously, the owner of the house has taken care of it very carefully.

The sky had already darkened, the surroundings were silent, the breeze sent the fragrance of flowers, gently lifted his silk gauze clothes, a few strands of hair mischievously fell on his chest, half of the black hair was tied meticulously with a wooden hairpin, blood ghost It faded out of his body, gradually condensed into a ball of fluorescent light, and landed on his shoulder obediently.

Those long and narrow eyes stared at the direction Yan Lin was leaving, and sighed: "He really hasn't changed at all... stupid and naive, that's why his sincerity will be trampled on and no one will cherish it."

He seemed to be recalling, his distant eyes traveled through time.

He seemed to see two completely overlapping figures.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his tone was light, cold and forceful: "But even so, I am the only one who can trample on—"

Xue Youjing jumped off his shoulders, and the fluorescent light circled around him twice, as if in joy, before sinking into his body.

the other side

Yan Lin was walking on the way back, constantly recalling the confrontation with An Jinnian just now in his mind.

In the first life, the two met for the first time at the Mizong Wonderland event. At that time, An Jinnian was in a very bad situation. It was the first time I left the Haoran Immortal Mansion with nothing in my heart. When I met him in the relic fairyland, he had a pure and kind face, dressed in the clothes of an outer disciple, and his figure was relatively thin. He didn't care about this person at first, but he When he was in danger, he stepped forward to save his life, and he should be grateful for the life-saving grace, so he walked with him.

Afterwards, they talked happily as expected, as if they hated seeing each other late, and naturally he treated this person sincerely, and this stay lasted for decades.

Everyone knows that he and Immortal Yunhua are good friends.

In the second life, when his spiritual consciousness went back, he learned that his death was related to him, and resentment grew in his heart, like a demon entwined, hot and bright red emotion...it could be regarded as hatred.

So far, there is no sincerity at all, all I can think about is how to get close to him, how to get revenge on him, and how to make him suffer a crushing defeat. Even if he pretends to be gentle, the two will fight until the end.

And without exception, every time we meet, he will put on a face, but just now, without a trace of disguise, he is the original him...

Yan Lin faintly felt a little strange...

But in terms of hypocrisy, he is still just an insignificant outer disciple, far inferior to the future Immortal Yunhua.

But there is another possibility, that is, this 'truth' is his new disguise for himself...

"bump--!"

Just when he was deep in thought, his shoulder hurt, and a person bumped into him. Yan Lin looked over and found that the other person was also looking at him. He seemed to have recovered slightly, apparently also in a daze just now.

Seeing Yan Lin staring at him, he suddenly reacted and bent down: "I'm really sorry!"

so clean--

This was Yan Lin's first reaction when he saw him.

The bangs are separated from the middle, crossing the cheeks to the middle of the neck, and all the hair is tied behind his head. His appearance is not particularly stunning, and he can even be called ordinary, but his eyes are as clean and bright as the morning dew, and his eyes are full of toughness The radiant light, the thin body surrounded by an inexplicable charm, comfort, and tranquility.

Even if it's the first time we meet, you won't feel unfamiliar, and you won't feel conflicted, as if you will acquiesce in his existence very naturally.

It was the first time he met such a person, ordinary yet special.

"...It's okay." Yan Lin looked at him with dull eyes, and wanted to say something else, but felt it was wrong.

The man smiled.

Yan Lin seemed to see the smell of sunshine, like a breeze blowing on his face.

Seeing that there was no response from him standing there, the man nodded politely, then turned and left.

Yan Lin stood, watching his back gradually go away, this attire is not a sect disciple.

Is it casual repair...

Second day

Yan Lin packed up his clothes and pushed open the door. Two slender figures were already standing in the courtyard. Hearing the sound of the door opening, they turned their heads to look at him.

He smiled, closed the door softly, walked over, his eyes wandered uncomfortably, and finally fell on Yan Jin.

As the leader of the Haoran Immortal Mansion, his attire must be formal and grand. Today he changed into a dark blue gold and silver patterned attire, layered on top of each other, which is extremely complicated. noble.

Yan Bai is the same as yesterday, there is no difference, even the expression on his face has not changed.

"Why did you wake up so late?" Yan Jin walked towards him with a steady tone, as if asking a general question, but did not mean to scold him.

Yan Lin touched his head and smiled: "Thinking about today's event, I started to get a little excited."

Of course, this is to lie to him.

In fact, after what happened to An Jinnian yesterday, he discovered his cultivation so easily. He was inevitably a little worried. At least before entering the ruins fairyland, he could not be discovered by any high-level cultivation monks, so last night he kept running broken Yu Xinjue wrapped the 'covering scroll' tightly around her body until just now.

Two protection talismans, it should be safe.

An Jinnian wasn't worried, he was a person who, when he came across something he was interested in, he wished he could 'disassemble' it in a corner and would never tell anyone else.

"Then let's go, it's getting late." Yan Jin said.

In the middle of the sky outside the clouds, there is an extremely huge suspended boulder. The bottom of the corner is steep and dangerous, and the top is a flat stone level ground, which is in the shape of a hexagon and is wide enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Every corner of the flat ground has a beam of light that goes straight up to the sky, and the width of the two is parallel.The top of the boulder is surrounded by some scattered stones, which are also flat. The pumice stones are large and small, and can be used for several people to stand on. The people standing there are all leaders or heads of various sects.

Yan Lin stood on the boulder in the center, surrounded by young people who had participated in the event.

It is rare to see powerful and famous people gathered together at this time, the juniors were very excited, their cheeks were slightly flushed, and they stared intently, unwilling to let go of the slightest opportunity to look at them.

Whispering voices could not stop coming from his ears, and the words "Master of the Realm", "Immortal Lord of Yiqing" and "Master of Qingyuan Peak" kept entering his ears.

There are many familiar faces in the lineup of various clothes. On the right is the Golden Gate. Lin Yanzhi followed his father and stood not far from him. He wore a dark brown brocade suit with a golden crown, and two brown hairbands inlaid with it. Seeing the jade beads hanging down on his chest, his delicate little face was serious, a little more mature, maybe he sensed the sight, he frowned, glanced at him, saw it was him, and looked away indifferently.

Heh, today he looks like a man, with the air of a young man.

On the left is the Changtian Sword Sect. Ling Ran's sword intent is like a sword array, each of them is tall and slender, dressed in white, with a calm face, like rows of silver pines in a quiet snowfield.

Yan Lin looked at the man in the first place, he was very young, he seemed to be about the same age as him, with a slightly immature face, two sword eyebrows and jet-black eyes were very sharp, like a sharp sword with a sharp edge.

He remembered this person... seems to be called Guan Linyi...

He is the direct disciple of Elder Shuyuan of Qingyuan Mountain.

A rising star of the Changtian Sword Sect, his aura is not bad.

Looking back, it was the Yunjing faction.

Today, there are three An's brothers and sisters left in the Yunjing Sect. The eldest brother An Huaiting is towering and intimidating. As the leader of the territory, he is in charge of Yunwaitian's affairs.

As for the words of the third miss, An Huailing, it was rumored that she was a gentle woman who never interfered with the affairs of the Yunjing Sect, lived in the courtyard all the time, and seldom came out.

However, none of the three had ever been married and had no direct bloodline, so they were often called young masters and young ladies.

Yan Lin's eyes swept from the head to the end of the line, and as expected, he saw An Jinnian in the last three rows. Even though he was only wearing the simplest gray and white clothes of the Yunjing School, he stood out from the crowd.

At this moment, he was standing quietly, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and the soft light just fell on his side, surrounding him with warmth, very gentle.

An Yiming stood beside him, bumped him with his elbow, and whispered something, he turned his face slightly to listen, his eyebrows stretched, and the corners of his mouth raised a little in an imperceptible way.

Is this something happy to say?

Yan Lin's eyes were focused and engrossed, so he naturally didn't notice that Yan Jin on the pumice stone was looking down at him.

Under the sun, half of the profile face fell into the shadows, the bridge of the nose was straight and deep, and the other half of the face was exposed, the dark eyes were silent and no emotion could be seen.

Just when each of them fell into deep thought, there was a strong sound of tenacious ribbons in the sky, and the sound of 'pop' suddenly drew everyone's attention back, and the whispering also stopped abruptly in this area, and everyone raised their heads in unison, looking at Looking at the sky, looking at the person on the pumice stone in the middle.

An Huaiting took two steps forward, his tall and majestic figure fell into everyone's eyes, his face was stern and sharp, his eagle-like eyes looked down on everyone below him, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his legs were long and he wore a thick gray shirt Like splashing ink.

Everyone suddenly felt the pressure rise sharply.

This is the coercion of a monk in the fit period——

Yan Lin was fine, but the faces of the other young monks around him turned pale, obviously not feeling well. He instinctively turned his head to look at someone again, still in that silent and indifferent manner.

"From now on, the grand event in the Misty Wonderland begins." A thick and deep voice sounded in the sky.

For some reason, my heart trembled inexplicably.

It finally started--

He raised his hand and waved, and flying cranes of various colors suddenly appeared in the air, and flew down slowly, like falling snow, like flying leaves, the beautiful scenery flying in the air was like a fairyland.

Everyone stretched out their hands to catch it, and at the same time, circles of light of many colors suddenly appeared on the ground.

"The first game, the ruins of Wonderland, a group of four, people who get the same color are a group, and it says what you need to find inside, and the first one to get out of the thing is the winner." He paused, and then said again: "By the way, there are only three things."

Yan Lin frowned and looked at the people on the high platform.

In other words, there are only three groups of people who can really complete the task.

The snatching and fighting in the wonderland of the ruins will inevitably turn into a life-and-death struggle, and what is won is not treasures, but the opportunity to become famous in the world.

The faces of the other sect masters on the pumice stone, the peak master also sank, and they looked sideways at An Huai Ting.

"Who wins and loses depends on your own means, but the bottom line... don't hurt people's lives." As if afraid of these young people going too far, An Huaiting finally eased his tone and added a bottom line.

At this time, the faces of the immortals around him calmed down.

After Yan Lin heard this, he looked away and lowered his head, and unwrapped the paper crane in his hand.

red.

He turned around, looked at Yan Bai standing beside him, his gaze fell on the green square paper in his hand, raised his eyes and said seriously: "Then I'll go first."

Yan Bai also looked at him and nodded.

"Be careful."

A clear voice came in a low voice, Yan Lin paused, turned around, and gave him a big smile.

"it is good……"

He lowered his head to search for the red circle of light, and as soon as he approached, he found three people standing inside, in light gray clothes... An Jinnian and An Yijing, and another...

Yan Lin was taken aback.

The man felt the gaze, raised his head, and smiled at him.

The guy who bumped into him yesterday.

This... was not the result he expected, nor was it the result of the previous two lives.

These three people...why are they completely different...