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

Hearing his answer, Shi Yuan's dark pupils were filled with a glimmer of light.

Shi Yuan was a head taller than him, his straight body blocked the view outside the door, the light was a little weaker, he lowered his eyes, looked at Yan Lin and said, "Can you blame me?"

The smile on the corner of Yan Lin's mouth froze, and his heart skipped a beat.

What did he see?

This small thought of mine should be well hidden, there is no trace at all, how can this person see that he is complaining?

Yan Lin was a little apprehensive, even his breathing slowed down a bit, and all kinds of thoughts ran through his mind for a moment, how to answer, how to deal with it, and how to behave.

But in the end, his eyes still sank.

Nodding compulsively.

He said it very simply: "Well, I'm sorry."

His voice is true, his eyes are looking straight at the other person, without the slightest panic, sincere and straightforward.

In fact, this question is quite strange to him, actually asking him whether he complains or not, such a weird question, he can only think that this person has already regarded him as his apprentice.

That's why I asked him, caring about his opinion, and worrying that he would feel resentful, after all, the whole thing was done without his permission.

If you really care, then I will tell you generously, and I will kill you.

The original froze corner of the mouth raised a little imperceptibly.

Secretly waiting for the other party to change his face, he walked away with an ugly expression.

Shi Yuan looked at him quietly, for a long while, there was not a trace of crack on his calm face, his eyes were dark and impenetrable.

He raised his hand, and his white and slender hand caressed Yan Lin's face with a trace of coldness.

Yan Lin's pupils constricted.

I felt the hairs on my face stand up, the touch of my palm was so obvious, I could even see the dark silver lines on his sleeves from the corner of my eyes, and the incense of sandalwood penetrated into my nose.

In a daze, he heard his hoarse voice: "Resentment, you can only be my apprentice. If you worship others as your teacher, I will kill him..."

That way you're still mine—

Once a person dies, the master-student bond is automatically terminated.

The indifferent voice was indifferent, like an ice blade scraping through the nerves, declaring his ownership indifferently and domineeringly.

Yan Lin heard his subtext, and was shocked, feeling a chill in his heart.

Before he could react, Fang Fang withdrew his hand and put his back behind his back, his expression returned to his usual indifferent look.

The unexpected action just now, the leak of emotion became particularly clear in Yan Lin's mind.

Even the strength of his fingertips, the residual heat, the imperceptible treasure——

Before he could figure out the strangeness in his heart, the person opposite spoke again.

"From now on, this forest will be your residence. If you need to buy anything, you can go down to the peak to get it yourself."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a golden lacquer plaque appeared on the top of the beam of the house door, with the two words 'Su Lin' written on it, and then he turned and left, and the blocked sunlight came in again in an instant.

Yan Lin shook the hand beside him, feeling a little displeased, walked out the door, turned to the right, and stared at the back in front of him impartially.

Why on earth did he insist on accepting him as an apprentice?

"Master, have you met me before?"

The figure in front of her suddenly stopped.

Yan Lin stared at his waist-length white hair, the snow-like color was inexplicably obtrusive, frowned, and moved his gaze upwards, staring at his slightly tilted head, showing the side face, waiting for his answer.

Only they have seen it, and the weird familiarity mixed with this strangeness can explain,

But his sideways glance was only for a moment, and the next second he lifted his foot and disappeared in place.

no answer.

So is he acquiescing or denying...

........

Yan Lin had nothing to do that day, he could only adjust his cultivation and spiritual power, and sat in the room for another whole day, during which Shi Yuan did not appear in front of him.

But his mind is full of his figure, randomly guessing the other party's thoughts, strange and strange movements.

Originally, he thought that he would just go with the flow and receive the apprenticeship ceremony, but he didn't wait for anyone to come to him. On the second day, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, pushed open the door, and walked towards the back of the mountain.

He wanted to breathe.

Every day in that empty room, surrounded by Shi Yuan's cultivation, he couldn't calm down at all.

He had never been to Xuefeng in the previous two lives, but he heard that there was a fairy grass forest in the back mountain of Xuefeng in Jianzu Shiyuan. Because no one picked it all year round, there were various grades and species.

The Changtian Sword Sect is different from other sects. Each peak master has his own aura-rich area, which is used to grow all kinds of natural materials and earth treasures.

There are many inner disciples and outer disciples of the other peak masters, so it is natural for someone to take care of the allocation of resources.

But Xuefeng is only Shiyuan himself, and many natural fairy grasses grow vacant.

Now that I am his apprentice, I can also go and have a look.

Going around the pavilion house, passing through a lush wisteria flower trellis, passing a stream path, and walking into two red-leaved sycamore trees side by side, the vision suddenly widens.

As soon as you step in, you can feel a clear and thick aura rushing towards your face, with the fragrance of grass.

The plain is the size of two phoenix halls, and the colors are slightly colorful. Every brightly colored spiritual plant is covered with a layer of fluorescence. If you look carefully, the whole place, large and small, is actually a treasure of heaven and earth.

'Heart-protecting grass', 'Purple jade fruit', 'Yehuo lotus'... and many more, all of which are gold products!

"I didn't expect that this Xuefeng really has so many treasures."

In the past, it was only mentioned in the ear, but now seeing it with my own eyes, the shocking power cannot be underestimated.

What would happen to Shi Yuan if he emptied the entire place?

He touched the storage bag beside him, his eyes were radiant, and greed appeared on his face.

He bent down and stretched out his hand towards the golden fire lotus...

"what are you doing?"

A clear voice sounded behind him, Yan Lin paused, his right eyelid jumped up, curled his lips, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and squeezed his sleeve unwillingly.

He straightened up and turned around.

A young man in white is standing upright beside the red leaf phoenix tree, holding a long sword with a white scabbard in his right hand, his long black hair is neatly tied on top of his head, with a silver crown and ponytail, his face is well-defined, his eyes are sharp and sharp, and his brows are sharp. Frowning tightly, the young face is rigid and serious.

The whole body seemed to be familiar with sword intent for the first time, adding a bit of majesty.

Yan Lin paused slightly.

He had seen this person at the grand meeting, Guan Linyi, the apprentice of Elder Shu Yuan, a rising star of the Changtian Sword Sect.Elder Shu Yuan ranked second, according to Shi Yuan's seniority, he should be called Senior Brother Guan.

He didn't have much contact with this person in the previous two lives, he only knew that he was persistent in the way of swordsmanship and had been pursuing the true meaning of swordsmanship.

When he died, he had learned the true biography of the master of Qingyuan Peak, and he had just mastered the way of swordsmanship, and became the No. 1 among the younger generation of Changtian Sword Sect.

He is a very pure and persistent person.

If he remembers correctly, he seems to admire Shi Yuan very much, and his temperament and habits are even more replicas.

In the beginning, I joined the Changtian Sword Sect because I wanted to be Yuan's apprentice at that time, and then somehow became the apprentice of Peak Master Qingyuan, and now I snatched his position by accident...

The rumor spread quickly, the other party would not have come to trouble him.

When Yan Lin looked at him and muttered in his heart, the other party also scanned him up and down, his eyes were true, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the inner disciple's clothes on him, secretly.

"This fire lotus is mine, you can't move it."

Yan Lin was puzzled, but his face was still very polite, without any disrespect: "How could this thing belong to Senior Brother Guan? It should be mine...Master's."

"My Fire Lotus is the right place. I have searched for all the mountains of the Changtian Sword Sect, big and small, and this is the only place I can get it. I also won the consent of my uncle and put it here for the time being."

Guan Linyi walked towards him along the path, his white clothes slid across the grass, his calm eyes seemed to stare at Yan Lin out of a hole.

When he got within three feet, he stopped and raised his hand holding the sword...

Thinking of his obsession with Shi Yuan, Yan Lin suddenly became alert, and said with a smile on his face, "You...you didn't come here specially to fight with me, did you?"

Hearing what he said, the other party raised his eyebrows, doubts flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Qingge in his hand, and he understood again, holding the sword in his chest.

"Don't fight. Uncle Master has his own reasons for liking you. I didn't suppress you out of jealousy."

The young man's voice was bright, straight and clear, without the insidiousness and cunning in the storybook, even if he suddenly took the position he had wanted for a long time and became the apprentice of the person he admired.

There was no intention of finding fault.

This appearance doesn't match his personality. The last time he met him at the Ruins, he looked energetic, confident and proud. He thought he would be the second Lin Yanzhi.

"I just want to see, what do you look like?" Taking advantage of the gap between his thoughts, Guan Linyi lifted his chin, and scanned his eyes from top to bottom again.

His tone changed, and he became a little more arrogant: "I turned my uncle's fans around."

Yan Lin choked on his throat.

A fishbone stuck in the middle can't be swallowed, can't spit it out, this... this child.