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

Afterwards, under Shi Yuan's sharp gaze, Yan Lin took Yan Jin and left Xuefeng, saying that he was seeing off his brother and would go back later.

At the foot of the Changtian Sword Sect, under a banyan tree surrounded by three people, there is greenery, the stream is gurgling in the ears, and the birds are singing and singing. The two brothers stand opposite each other with a basket and a white.

Yan Jin Junya's face was calm, half of his face was in the shadows, his dark eyes were fixed on the clothes on the young man's body, he was silent, and there was a low air pressure around him, which made people hold their breath.

"Why did you agree to him?" Yan Jin asked.

Even if I don't want to keep him here, no matter how reluctant I am, I still don't want to go against his wishes.

Yan Lin faced his scrutinizing and displeased eyes, put away his usual sloppy look, and smiled embarrassingly, like the gentleness after getting into trouble when he was a child.

"I can't help it. We can't refuse the situation just now. It's better to follow his wishes."

Leaving aside just now, Shiyuan sacrificed Zhewu, looking awe-inspiring about making a move.

Even the master-student contract, the three silver streaks on his forehead, is also a big problem.

From his point of view, unless one day his cultivation level surpasses Shi Yuan's, or Shi Yuan annulls this contract, he will never be able to break free, even if his father's cultivation level of the body fusion period is added, it will not help.

Because in front of the realm of the Transcending Tribulation Period, they are simply not enough to look at.

So, isn't it just to be an apprentice, he's fine, as long as he doesn't kill him, there is always a way to survive.

Yan Jin shook his head, took a deep breath, his expression was both helpless and a little helpless: "As long as you don't want to, no matter what, I will take you away. Even if he is Shi Yuan, as long as our Haoran Immortal Mansion Do your best, there is always a way to protect you, do you understand?"

So, don’t always face it alone, and don’t count them all out.

Yan Lin's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet those eyes. The dark color like the night was like a vortex tightly holding him, and the worry and tension in his eyes were so obvious, complicated and intense.

As if he couldn't bear it, he instinctively looked away.

His eyes flickered, and his tone was low: "It's okay, it's my honor to have a master sword ancestor who has crossed the catastrophe period, and others can't ask for it... If Yan Bai knows, he must be jealous, besides, If I succeed in my true studies, I can also earn some face for Haoran Immortal Mansion."

Not to be a drag.

In the future, when someone mentions Haoran Immortal Mansion, Immortal Yiqing is not the only one in his mind.

Yan Jin looked at him pretending nothing happened, frowned, but refused to give up, persistently said: "I'll go back and discuss with my father, and find a solution."

"……it is good."

Yan Lin nodded, and no longer refuted, but smiled gently, thinking that he would still go.

In the sunlight, the shadows of the branches and trees were mottled, scattered sparsely on the young man's body, the snow-white clothes shone brightly against the sunlight, and there was a faint smile on his pretty face, reflecting his light brown eyes, he was actually someone else. It's so peaceful and beautiful, but the trace of loneliness is hidden deep in the eyes.

Yan Jin's heart tightened, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

This man is just that.

It seems that he has never been conscious, seems arrogant and heartless, idle all day without a focus, but in fact, he is very stubborn in his own affairs, never willing to cause trouble for others, it seems that he is always smiling, Tell him 'Ok' and 'Understood', as if as long as he gritted his teeth and endured things would pass.

But the real him under this false surface is like walking on thin ice, like a frightened quail.

As for myself, I never wanted to know him in the past, touch his truth, but gave up on him countless times, betrayed him, tore up a piece of his sincerity, and threw it on the ground...

He even ignored his death with cold eyes.

After exhausting all the tricks in her life, she has obtained the status and power that she thought was important, but the hollowness and loneliness in her soul cannot be filled.

He can only use all his time to understand and think clearly about what he has lost.

What is worthy of his treasure...

But now that he came back with his memory, maybe God asked him to make up for the mistakes he made, and quietly protect this ray of sunshine.

Yan Jin suppressed the dark color in his eyes, the past images flashed in his mind, his heart throbbed for a moment, and he tightened his breath.

As if finally unable to restrain himself, he walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand, and took him into his arms very carefully and gently, with one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head, and put his head Press on your shoulders.

He hugged him solemnly, resting his chin on the top of his hair.

The white, slender but generous hand caressed Yan Lin's back, comforting and distressed, like an elder eagle combing the young bird's feathers carefully.

Yan Lin was startled by his movements, and froze, the sandalwood lingering around his nose made him hold his breath, not daring to act rashly.

Yan Jin hugged him.

From childhood to adulthood, three lifetimes, no matter how much this person loves him, how much he pampers and indulges him, such a gentle hug has never been seen before, because he never actively touches him, and everything is separated by a distance. Layers of gauze, suddenly near and far away.

Only Yan Jinci's slightly hoarse voice sounded above his head: "...don't worry, brother will definitely protect you."

Yan Lin's pupils opened.

A strange feeling of oppression rose in my heart, and those cold eyes and the disgust in them when I was dying flashed through my head very quickly.

These words, this hug, seemed to be ironically mocking his innocence.

The heart was stabbed with a needle.

He suddenly wanted to reply, 'Stop pretending, you won't protect me, let alone save me, you'll just stand by and watch, wishing that I would die right away. '

He gritted his teeth.

As if recovering, he broke free from the warm embrace, took two steps back and leaned against the tree trunk, tilted his head slightly, with a somewhat unnatural expression: "I...I know."

Yan Jin looked at his lost hand, concealed the disappointment in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and his tone was low and loving: "Then I'll go back first, you wait for me here."

The young man nodded.

Yan Jin took a deep look at him, and turned around after a while, but stopped after walking a few steps, as if remembering something, turned around and asked, "Where is the red jade that father gave you earlier?"

Yan Lin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to ask this question. He lowered his head and rummaged through the storage bag. He thought it was expensive before, so he put it away instead of hanging on the floating roll. After a while, he found a Warm things, the red jade pendant spread out in the palm of the hand to show the person opposite: "Here."

Yan Jin's eyes fell on his palm, his eyes softened, he nodded as if satisfied, and said in a cautious tone: "Well, this thing protects the Lord's meditation, you must remember to wear it with you."

"Yes, got it."

Then Yan Jin didn't stop there, turned around, turned into a streamer and flew away.

And Yan Lin stood where he was, looking at the direction he was leaving, raised his hand to touch his arm that was held just now, with a complicated look on his face.

Meanwhile on the other side

A silver light flashed across, and an old figure appeared in the pavilion of Xuefeng.

The wind and snow were howling above the snow peak, unlike the light snow and bright sun earlier, the thick dark clouds were densely covered, and the surroundings were a little dark. Although a cultivator can't feel the cold, the wind hurts his face when it blows.

Cheng Shuang's white robe fluttered, his beard was blown up, his feet were half buried in the snow, he looked around and saw no one, and then glanced at the swaying silver pine blown by the wind, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't even bother to walk , directly dodged to the eaves, patted the snowflakes that had nothing, and walked towards the inner hall.

This little snow is happy, but the heavy snow hurts the liver.

Cheng Shuang pushed open the half-closed door, while stroking her beard that was disheveled by the wind, she walked in at a leisurely pace.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Shi Yuan sitting at a desk, holding a brown wooden box inlaid with mother-of-pearl in his hand, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

Hearing the movement, he came back to his senses, glanced at the person who came, and the box disappeared out of thin air in his hand.

Cheng Shuang had long been used to his indifference, so he just walked forward on his own, looking around the room with sly eyes: "Where's your apprentice?"

Cheng Shuang donated a heart-protecting grass, so when he was treating the child, he was by the side, so he naturally knew how his junior brother made the bond with him.

He originally wanted to persuade, after all, where is the status of Haoran Immortal Mansion, and Yan Zhentian is an old man who protects the calf, even if they have his junior in the Changtian Sword Sect, it is not good to be so abrupt.

But looking at his junior brother's cold face, the furrowed eyebrows, the worry and eagerness in his eyes could not be faked, so he endured it.

Originally, this Xuefeng was cold and empty all year round, but now that the junior and junior disciples have come out of seclusion, there is an apprentice, and it will be more lively if there is one more person.

What's more, he saw that day, that kid looks pretty good, with a single ice spirit root, he is barely qualified to be a master's apprentice.

No matter what, I will accept it. When Yan Zhentian comes, he will explain it in detail.

Seeing the kind smile on Chengshuang's face, Shi Yuan straightened his sleeves, stood up calmly, and said in a low voice, "Going out."

Cheng Shuang stroked his chest-reaching beard and nodded, "Probably to see off his brother."

He paused for a moment, then turned around and asked again: "Then, since the matter of your apprenticeship has been decided, tomorrow I will notify the brothers in the other peaks to hold an apprenticeship ceremony for you to celebrate."

Thinking about it, Cheng Shuang was still a little happy.

Originally, there was no young talent in this heavenly world who didn't want to be his apprentice, even that kid Guan Linyi, who was also yearning for it at the beginning, begging to be the apprentice of Sword Master.

However, Junior Brother was indifferent, so he replied "no need", insisting on making the person's injured face pale, but in the end Junior Brother Shu Yuan showed his hand, bluffed him and took him away.

And now, it is complete.

Xuefeng, who was the most difficult to deal with, will have a young master in the future, and when he comes next time, he may not be as deserted as he came in just now.

Very good, very good.