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

"It seems that the task this time is not so easy to complete." Han Qisheng looked at the surrounding environment, and his smile became more serious.

Indeed, just now An Huaiting has said, 'You can't hurt people's lives', that is to say, as long as people are alive, everything else depends on their own ability, because they don't care and can't control them who are outside the fairyland of the relics.

At that time, it will be very hard for them to deal with the poisons around Youchi, but they will have to pay extra attention to guard against the treasure hunters who may raid around them.

Thinking about it feels tricky...

Yan Lin was engrossed in his thoughts, and frowned slightly, but he felt a gaze staring at him all the time, and he turned his head to meet those dark red eyes that were full of smiles.

Just listen to him speak.

"Actually, among this group of people, there are no more than three groups that can pose a threat to us." An Jinnian said simply, without the slightest tension in his tone. He looked into Yan Lin's eyes, revealing a tacit understanding.

Confidence is mixed with imperceptible trust, as if certain that those people are not their opponents.

Yan Lin turned his head and looked at the depths of the dense forest in front of him. His words were indeed true. He was not worried at all at first, but since things changed and the team was changed inexplicably, he had already given up his chances of winning. The general direction is correct, but he cannot fully predict the future.

After all, An Jinnian is not Lin Yanzhi, so he can let him figure it out and guess.

Secondly, there is also a default rule in such a relic fairyland, if the realm exceeds the late stage of Jindan, it will be suppressed.That is to say, even though he was in the early stage of leaving his body, after entering the ruins, he was actually not much different from them. If he forcibly broke through the restrictions, it would cause the ruins to backlash.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not act rashly.

Yan Lin thought for a while, glanced at Han Qisheng and An Yijing and asked directly: "My realm is just at the early stage of alchemy, I don't know if you are..."

"I'm a mid-Gold Core." Han Qisheng replied softly.

"I... I'm in the late stage of Bigu..." An Yi lowered her head in a low voice.

"I'm also at the early stage of Golden Core." An Jinnian smiled gently at him, and then said slowly behind An Yijing.

Yan Lin raised his eyes and took a fixed look at someone, his face was calm and unwavering under his gaze, his blemish-red eyes were as deep red as the other side, shining brightly.

Obviously it was the mid-term..., but he tried it with his own risk, but he didn't bother to tell the truth. You Chi should have been safe before."

Three golden elixirs and one bigu are considered a high match.

As he said that, he paused, looked around, and continued to speak: "However, looking at the surrounding situation, we should be at the border of this fairyland, and there is still a distance from the secluded pool in the center."

"Then we have to go there quickly, first come, first served, it's better than snatching it from others." Han Qisheng said seriously.

This relic wonderland is vast and vast, with many restrictions in many places, and it is no less inferior to Yunwaitian outside the outer borders. They rushed towards the center, and the further they went in, the darker the light became. There was a thick layer of thunderstorm clouds, and the trees became sparse, and wisps of mist surrounded the tops of the trees, swimming with the flow of air.

The air is getting more and more humid, and there is a smell of haystacks after the rain, and there are more and more tiny poisonous insects, which makes people nervous and uneasy.

After the four of them had been driving for a day, it was completely dark, and they found an open space to rest for a while.

Before going out, Yan Lin ransacked the Treasure Pavilion of Haoran Immortal Mansion. At this time, there were many kinds of spiritual treasures in the storage bag. He looked at An Yijing with a bad face. He must have been frightened by all kinds of poisonous insects on the way .

So he took out a hibiscus fairy tent from his storage bag, threw it in the air, and covered everyone in the pink gauze tent.

The hibiscus tent, the next-tier fairy weapon.

First, it can isolate the infestation of other poisons.

Second, looking from the outside to the inside, nothing can be seen except the original scenery, which also prevents surprise attacks.

For a moment, the eyes of the other three people were all attracted by this misty veil, watching it slowly disappear in the air.

Han Qisheng came back to his senses, his probing eyes looked back and forth between An Yijing and Yan Lin.

An Yijing's face softened a little, the uneasiness in her heart was calmed down, she turned her head to Yan Lin and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Yan Lin shook his head, and said softly: "You're welcome, it's fine for Junior Sister to call me Qing and Senior Brother, but it's unfamiliar for Young Master to call me that."

It's not that he deliberately tried to make a relationship, Mr. Yan sounds really awkward, and he himself is more gentle with girls, he can't speak harshly, and he can take care of him as much as he can. After all, girls should be held in the palm of their hands and cared for carefully. The iron law taught by my father.

Then he added a dead log to the fire and sat on the side, preparing to close the curtain and rest for a while.

But before he could close his eyes, he saw Han Qisheng walking towards him.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat down next to Yan Lin. The distance between the two was relatively close, his upper body leaned slightly towards him, and he put his hand on his ear, and his voice was very low: "Does Qinghe like Miss An?"

"how come!"

He was startled, and almost immediately retorted in a low voice, and felt a little embarrassed after he finished speaking. For some reason, he raised his eyes and glanced at An Yijing.

Unintentionally, he met a pair of long and narrow eyes, eyes as deep as a blood-colored abyss, staring at him steadily, he was stunned for a second, as if shocked by an electric shock, he immediately staggered away, and didn't even look at the expression on that face.

There was a voice in his heart reminding him that An Jinnian was staring at him——

He became nervous almost instinctively. Han Qisheng, who was talking to him, didn't pay attention to his small movements, but just said to himself: "Isn't it? I thought you... In fact, I was just a little surprised. After all the travel In [-], this is the first time I have seen female monks treated so carefully. Although they are girls, they are powerful practitioners. Even if they are in danger, few people will rescue them."

Yan Lin forced himself to withdraw his mind, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling.

He said so... It seems to be true, he has seen many such scenes in his previous life, especially the female monks of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

What's more, they are non-cultivators.

In the first life, he spent most of his time in the Haoran Immortal Mansion, and the only ones he could come into contact with were those with great powers, the lowest of which was the Golden Core cultivation base, and he didn't know the status of the lower monks outside.

All the things and things he knows have been packaged and covered up, so that he has an illusion that everyone is of high moral character.

It wasn't until the second life escaped from his brother's clutches that he slowly lifted the scar hidden in the dark part of this world, and saw the bloody and bright red truth inside.

Some people are obsessed with power, obsessed with the powerful power brought by cultivation, they can't help dividing into distinct classes, they look down on and hate those weak people, they just move their fingers and sleeves, let these ants The general existence disappears.

Those people are obviously superior, but they never show any mercy, they just contemptuously dislike them, and even kill them.

That's what he saw.

His heart sank, but his strength was weak, unable to change anything.Not every time he can make a move, and sometimes he ignores it...

Perhaps because of his past cowardice, he could only say softly in embarrassment: "... This is what my father taught me. He said that a man should protect girls and weak people no matter when and where."

His father is the master of Haoran Immortal Mansion, with a respected status in Zhongtian Realm, with a strong and strict temperament, but he is never ambiguous about right and wrong.

When I was young, those generous hands always hugged him on his lap, pulled his face, and said in a low voice, what is a person, what is a thing, a person stands between heaven and earth, he should do something, not Bully the little ones, don't do evil.

Knowing how to behave is the foundation of self-cultivation.

Han Qisheng looked at him determinedly after hearing the words: "Really."

The warm and swaying firelight hit that young and vigorous face, shining brightly, and the soft side face was unexpectedly beautiful and peaceful.

It seemed to be the one he remembered familiarly.

Han Qisheng suddenly felt a little melancholy.

"Brother Qisheng, is there someone you want to protect?" Yan Lin turned his head and asked curiously.

Han Qisheng looked at him, his eyes gliding across his face, and murmured: "The protector..."

His eyes were slightly distracted, as if he was remembering

"used to have...."

Yan Lin turned to look at him.

He lowered his eyes to cover the dark color in his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hesitated for a while, and said lightly: "It's my sister." After a pause, he looked at Yan Lin quietly, and said softly: " However, she is already dead...so I just thought for a moment, if only we could have met Qinghe back then."

Yanlin paused, stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect such an answer.

The man beside him had his hair coiled with a wooden hairpin. Two strands of hair covered his cheeks. His face was as delicate as water, and his temperament was as gentle as a piece of jasper, but he was haunted by a faint sense of loss. At this moment, Yan Lin felt that he was beautiful and natural. The beauty immersed in people's hearts makes people unable to look away for a long time.

Perhaps feeling his straight gaze, he smiled awkwardly, then turned around and suddenly said with emotion: "If I had met Qinghe earlier, my sister would definitely like you. She admires immortal cultivators the most, and has always dreamed of Set foot on the immortal way, become a person who punishes the evil, promotes the good, and protects the weak..." Han Qisheng's eyes were empty, and he looked into the void from a distance, as if recalling her voice and smile.

"So she's gone, and I'll help her realize it."

Yan Lin stared blankly at his side face, listening to what he said, unable to speak.

He never knew that cultivation could be a person's dream and sustenance.

"So, Qinghe is very similar to her...there is kindness and beauty in their hearts."

Han Qisheng's mouth curved gently.

Yan Lin lowered his head as if he couldn't bear it, and closed his eyes, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Is that so……