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

Haoran Immortal Mansion is located in the south of the Zhongtian World, with many spiritual veins. The main hall, Jinlan Palace, is located in Qifengxian Mountain. There are three monks at the stage of transformation in retreat, and the master of the Haoran Immortal Mansion is at the middle stage of integration.

In Zhongtian Realm, a cultivator at the out-of-body stage can become an independent sect and enjoy a status in one side, and Haoran Immortal Mansion has so many powerful people sitting in it, so the study room naturally has everything that one expects to find, both ancient and modern.

The decoration of the study is not as luxurious as the outer hall, but plain and simple. The space for people to browse is not large, twenty or thirty square meters, like a study in the mortal world, or a private school, with tables, chairs and stationery utensils.

Because in Zhongtian Realm, all the books don’t need to be placed together, they only need to be composed of countless alien spaces connected in series, each space contains specific books, and each time you only need to use a medium to cast a spell to take it out.

In Haoran Immortal Mansion, the medium is the color of the clothes. Since the establishment of Haoran Immortal Mansion 3000 years ago, the study room is a place where ordinary people can not come.

In other words, at least they have to be of Nascent Soul cultivation base, or direct bloodline collateral.

There are only the two of them in the study now.

Yan Jin sat on the side, his eyes fell directly on the person not far in front of him.

Yan Lin's back was straight, his scalp was numb, and his heart was full of discomfort from being watched. He took out "Standing Upright" stiffly, took out a piece of paper and laid it out, pressed it down with a paperweight, and raised his pen...

When will this copybook be guarding him... Immortal Yiqing is free?

The sun shines on the ebony desk through the wooden window, and on the floor, the penetrating light shines on the side of the boy, his eyelashes are slightly curled, his brown eyes are like glass, his forehead is covered by soft broken hair, and his cherry-colored lips A few strands of half-length hair behind the ears slipped mischievously over his shoulders, and he stared intently at the table, writing stroke by stroke very slowly.

Yan Jin watched intently, reluctant to blink his eyes, his heart was slowly clenched by an invisible hand as he breathed, and then let go, beating violently like boiling in an instant!

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he looked at him so peacefully. Such a beautiful scene was the persistence and extravagant wish he had dreamed of countless midnights in his previous life.

He could even hear his heartbeat in his ears, it was so vivid——

This person is not a phantom, not an illusion!

He never thought that he would come back to this moment and see him again. He had no sincerity in the past. He thought that he could not care, he didn't care, as long as he got the Haoran Immortal Mansion...

However, when this person was hacked by Zhewu, and his body was about to disappear, the memories of the previous life suddenly rushed into his mind and swept everything about him.

His babbling, every step of his growth, his deliberate approach and indulgence, as well as his unscrupulous pampering... Everything is just his conspiracy, he is just to make this brother corrupt, every trace of him Love is all hypocrisy, he just wants to keep his secret and sit on the position of Patriarch.

Therefore, he can watch his death with a cold eye, because he firmly believes that he will not feel sad or sad.

But what about reality?

He is in pain--

In the endless years to come, no one followed him and pulled his clothes, looked at him fondly, and called his brother sweetly, suddenly his side was empty, cold and quiet, he lost My own sun fell into the abyss of the sea, where there was only a silent darkness.

He asks himself every day 'Do you regret it? '

A voice said: Don't regret it, if he doesn't die, how can you get everything? !

Another voice said: Regret, he is innocent, he believed you so much!

He was almost insane tormented by these messy voices.

When the memories of the two lives overlapped, strong regret and panic filled the brain, and it was about to explode. The person in the sky became more and more transparent, and a piece of his heart seemed to be gouged out. He seemed to wake up suddenly and flew towards him. .

He rushed forward and stretched out his hands as hard as he could, trying to grab him and hold him in his arms, but the reality was cruel and calm, like ice melting into his blood.

The person who affectionately called him brother had no sense of touch on his body, and there was nothing else but a scattered fluorescent light.

The clasped hands are loosened, empty—

His heart was also empty--

He just watched him die like this again, disillusioned, his questioning eyes, sad and desperate, became a lingering brand in his heart.

No one knew how happy and excited he was when he heard that brother call today.

Did he finally have a chance to make up for his past mistakes?

"Brother, why don't you go and get busy first, I'll copy it and hand it over to you, I promise not to run away..." Perhaps because he couldn't stand being stared at all the time, Yan Lin hesitated for a while, but raised his head slightly and spoke in a low voice talking.

Yan Jin saw that he was uncomfortable, his brown eyes suppressed the rolling darkness, he smiled: "Okay, then I won't guard you, remember to come to me after copying." After finishing speaking, Yan Jin stood up.

Even though he was reluctant, he didn't show a trace of nostalgia.

Yan Lin watched him leave from the corner of his eye, and he didn't put away his expression until he left for a long time.

Yan Jin's anomaly just now, he didn't take it to heart, he just thought his brother was thinking about something shameful again.

He put down his pen, closed his eyes, and quickly searched for the book he wanted in the study room, called "Zhongtian Documentary".

This book records the important events of Zhongtian World since its establishment.

He wanted to investigate one thing, and he never understood why Shi Yuan still appeared at the end of the last life.

Ever since he knew that the reason for his death in the first life was because of An Jinnian, in the second life, he was always on guard against this person, being cautious but confronting him. For so many years, no one knew him better than himself, and knew his whereabouts , so he was sure that An Jinnian II had absolutely never come into contact with Shi Yuan.

That's why he thought he could escape, but he didn't expect...

So who is it? !

Who attracted Shi Yuan?And why did you have to kill him!

He needs to sort out slowly, slowly looking for clues.

He sat in the study for a long time like this, and read for several hours, but he didn't receive anything, but read some miscellaneous time.In the end, thinking of Yan Jin's words, I had no choice but to pick up a pen and continue copying.

After copying "Li Shen Zheng Fa" three times, the sky has already darkened.

On Qifengxian Mountain where Haoran Xianfu is located, the daytime is an hour longer than other places. At this moment, dusk has just fallen, and the stars are shining in the sky. Braziers are placed on both sides of the main road of Xianfu, and candles are placed in the corridors and outside the house. The lights are brightly lit , as if coated with a layer of golden light, magnificent.

Yan Lin looked down at the scroll in his hand, and walked towards the north courtyard. He first went to ask his father for something. It was past his 20th birthday, and he didn't have any in his house. Presumably, he hadn't given it to him yet.

After a while, Yan Lin came to the door of Palace Master Yan. Under the candlelight in the room, there were two figures on the door, as if they were talking about something, but it was so quiet outside that there was not even the sound of insects.

Yan Lin frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and touched a transparent wall as thin as cicada's wings. Sure enough, a barrier was set up here, and it was a great power in the fusion stage——

It must have been set by his father...

Because of his touch, the people inside discovered his existence, the enchantment that originally enveloped the entire room dissipated, and a thick voice sounded: "Come in."

Yan Lin didn't stop, walked up the stairs and pushed open the door.

There were two people in the room. His father was sitting on a chair at the back of the room, still looking serious. When he saw him coming in, he turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. , mixed with a touch of joy.

Seeing him stop at the door, Yan Zhentian said: "What are you doing there, you want me to invite you over?"

"No, I just copied it and brought it here for you to check."

Yan Lin walked up to Yan Yan Zhentian, and obediently handed over the copy, secretly sizing up his father's expression with his nimble eyes.

Yan Zhentian took the scroll, slowly unfolded it, looked up and down several times, and said after a few moments: "I haven't seen you writing for a long time, this time the copy is honest, and the handwriting has also improved, much better than the previous ghost-painted symbols." Less." He nodded as he spoke, reassuring like an ordinary father.

"Since I'm so obedient, shouldn't I be given my 20th birthday gift? You said before that you would give me a high-ranking immortal magic weapon." Yan Lin's voice was faintly expectant.

Each of Haoran Immortal Mansion's direct descendants will receive their own magic weapon on their 20th birthday, and Immortal Mansion has used scrolls as weapons since ancient times, emphasizing the natural landscape and savoring the way.

His father's book is a shocking volume, thunderous and powerful, and he can move everything with his own power.

The banquet brocade is a scroll of a grand court. In a prosperous and prosperous age, one person will be honored and disgraced all over the world. It is elegance and power.

My own is the Floating Life scroll, the landscape and countryside, the misty fairyland, and the Floating Life can be seen completely.

"it's here."

Yan Jin's clear voice sounded behind him, Yan Lin turned around, looked at him stretching out his right hand, turning over his palm, a translucent blue jade scroll appeared in his palm, the scroll was as long as one palm, with two fingers parallel to each other. Wide and compact.

The natal magic weapon that followed him for two lifetimes still returned to him, Yan Lin could not help but raise the corners of his mouth, and walked over slowly.

He slowly took the hand, only to find that a round crimson jade pendant was tied to the end of the picture scroll, the size of a peach pit, hollowed out in the middle, engraved with the auspicious cloud Qilin Jiahui of the Haoran Immortal Mansion, and matched with a red tassel. Exquisite and beautiful.

Yan Lin played with this strange jade pendant. It was warm and delicate in the hand. Instead of being cold, it carried a warm heat. He was very curious: "What kind of jade pendant is this? Why is it still hot?"

"This is Chiyu from Chiyan Mountain." Yan Jin looked at his happy face with soft eyes and said softly.

Yan Lin stared at the jade pendant in his hand.

Red Flame Mountain——Red Jade? !

One of the 'seven treasures' second only to the three ancient sacred objects, the most precious treasure of Chiyan Mountain?

The red jade has an eternal temperature all over the body. After wearing it, it can protect the master's heart veins and prevent the master from going crazy when he is practicing. It is a rare treasure.

Since the creation of Zhongtian Realm, there are only five records. He doesn't remember that there are any in their family.

Yan Lin looked at the people around him in surprise, but Yan Jin just smiled: "It's not mine, it's dad who took out the treasure at the bottom of the box."

Yan Lin turned his head and looked at his father with moist eyes. Yan Zhentian received his gaze, turned his eyes away, and sighed uncomfortably: "Here, you will accept it."

Then he sighed again, and then spoke, but his tone was a little tired: "From now on, listen to my brother carefully, Haoran Immortal Mansion will rely on you to support. Especially you, give me a good practice, and don't give me any trouble when you go out in the future." I am ashamed!"

Yan Zhentian suddenly said something so earnest.

Yan Lin opened his eyes slightly, and the joy of getting the natal magic weapon faded away a little. He lowered his eyes to look at Chiyu, and then looked up at his father.

In the last life, he didn't say so——

In his memory, his father had a solemn expression and he spoke earnestly that day, but what he said was something else: "I know you have always been close to your brother, but you have to pay attention to everything, and everything will need to be done by yourself in the future." It's decided, Qinghe, do you understand? '

What the hell did they say in it?Why is the development of things different from the previous two lives?

Chiyu, and what his father said... Did something go wrong?Or is there another change?

Seeing him in a daze, Yan Zhentian thought that he was a little overwhelmed by the two top-quality treasures at once, so he raised his hand and pinched the middle of his eyes, and waved: "You guys go down first."

Yan Lin recovered slightly, nodded, and left the room without making a sound.

"Qinghe..."

Yan Jin calls him.

He stopped, turned his head, and looked at the other side fixedly.

"You are now in the late stage of bigu, which is the key to breaking through the realm. In the past few days, you have brought the Floating Life Scroll to the Houshan Garden to find me, and I will teach you the "Painted Scroll"."

Yan Lin raised the corner of his mouth and gave him a big smile: "Okay, I see."

After speaking, he turned and left, the smile on his face gradually faded.

Watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Yan Jin raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky, closed his eyes, clenched his right hand, and let the breeze blow his clothes and hair, then opened his eyes, lowered his head, Spread out your clenched right hand.

A piece of red jade, exactly the same as Yanlin, lay in the palm of his hand.

"It's great that you're still alive....that's great...."