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

The cold fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, his broad chest bound him firmly in his arms, and his tight, warm palms fell on the back of his head.

Shi Yuan held him in his arms in a very protective posture, unable to move.

Yan Lin blinked, swallowed his throat, and pressed his face tightly against his chest. He could clearly hear his heartbeat and feel the distinct muscle texture. A blush flashed across his cheeks. for a moment.

Not moving.

"You,... Master, please let go." He didn't say too loudly, and didn't call his name directly, but called Master out of face.

But even if they are masters and apprentices, such an action is still too intimate, not to mention that they are not familiar with each other at all.

The opponent's figure moved slightly, and the hand placed behind the head touched his hair with a very small arc of fingertips.

'Then I will destroy this foundation and return it to you. '

His silver eyes drooped slightly, and the young man's ruthless words just now showed a decisive look, as if he was still in fear, and his cold eyebrows gave birth to a wave of anger.

Why don't you cherish it, why are you always so reckless.

He can no longer...

Press your arms tighter.

Yan Lin frowned uncomfortably.

The melodious and low-pitched voice fell on his ears, with scorching moisture and a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, which made his hairs stand on end, and he said: "Aren't you going to destroy your foundation?"

Yan Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "...then please let me go, Master, so that I can use my hands and feet. I have no other skills. I will die by myself, so I will be clean and tidy."

Shi Yuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, turning into a cold arc.

After a while, he really slowly let go of the person in his arms, and took a step back.

He stared at Yan Lin with deep eyes.

The restraining power around him spread out, Yan Lin's smile became more reckless, but in the next second, his face suddenly changed, and his face was somber: "...the body-holding technique."

Jianxiu in white raised his hand, his long sleeves drooped, and turned over the palm of his right hand. A cloud of silver mist floated in the air. With a touch of his left hand, it quickly condensed into a silver transparent bead the size of a fingertip, and flew towards Yan Lin.

Yan Lin rolled his eyes and watched it disappear into his lower abdomen.

In an instant, Dantian was surrounded by a heat source.

Yan Lin said in horror: "What is this?"

Shi Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze was slightly silent, and his tone was cold: "'Suo Ling', until you have not achieved the cultivation level of Dzogchen, you will never be able to destroy your foundation."

Yan Lin held his breath in his chest.

OK, you can!

I can't afford to mess with you during the tribulation period.

Yan Lin's face flushed a little, and now he couldn't run away, and there was this 'master' in front of him, and a good 'brother' behind him.

And An Jinnian is a very scheming person with an unstable temperament, staying with this person will most likely not bring any benefit.

Now he can't get off the tiger, can't advance or retreat, and the anger in his heart can't dissipate.

Yan Lin was fidgeting mentally, the person opposite did not move his eyes away, but instead examined them carefully, with imperceptible sternness rolling in his eyes.

"...You just said you hate it, but you don't really like it." He paused slightly, his voice was cold. "Then who do you like?"

That determined look seemed to confirm that he had someone he liked.

Yan Lin threw a pestle instead.

what?

At this time, the immobilization technique on his body was also released, and he looked up at the person not far away from him. His white hair was slightly lifted by the wind, and a few strands hung on his cheeks. His handsome and unparalleled face was like a frozen lake. There was a little wave, and the complicated white brocade was wrapped layer by layer, except for a pair of white and slender hands of the sword repairman, only a small section of the neck was exposed.

The whole person is sacred and abstinent, without any mortal breath.

The appearance of such a fairy who has gone away from the feather gave Yan Lin an evil thought.

Since you won't make me feel better, then I will kill you.

He smiled, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said calmly: "Master doesn't know something, in fact... I have a hidden disease that no one knows about."

Shi Yuan looked at him.

Yan Lin took a step forward, with sly eyes: "The reason why Dad locked me in Haoran Immortal Mansion all the year round is not for any other reason, it is because I am very weird, I don't like that petite and cute woman, I like tall and strong man."

"My father felt that he had offended him, and it has always been difficult to tell. Last time you came to me, both father and I refused. You didn't want to harm the Changtian Sword Sect. Who would have thought that you would still accept me as an apprentice?" He shook his head as he spoke. Shaking his head, he looked embarrassed and regretful.

Shi Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, but he still stared at him, showing no intention of moving.

Yan Lin squinted his eyes, thinking to himself, it's quite powerful, so he didn't respond.

Then, as if embarrassed, he lowered his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, turned his head and looked at the distance, as if looking at a phantom, seven points proud, three points shy: "And the person I like , with outstanding figure, jet-black hair, handsome face, modest and friendly, and proud talent is a rare genius, and he treats me...excellent."

"Caring about me all the time, always 'thinking' of me..."

Yan Lin talked endlessly, trying to deceive others, so what he said was naturally half-truth and half-false.

It's a pity that he died young in every life. He has never liked anyone, and no one has liked him. He has no experience in this field, so he can only talk about longing and admiration as admiration.

At least that's how he viewed Yan Jin in his first life.

The clearer he spoke, the more sincere his eyes became, the uglier the face of the person opposite him was, as if it had been coated with frost.

As soon as Yan Lin's words fell, the sword spirit around him seemed to lose control and poured out. The person standing opposite suddenly waved his sleeve, and the awe-inspiring sword spirit overflowed.

There was a bang, and one of the winding peaks in the distance disappeared, and the mountain collapsed, setting off a dusty hustle and bustle that shrouded the top of the mountain.

In the middle of the empty barren mountain, Yan Lin was terrified and sweated coldly. He looked left and right, but he didn't see Zhewu's shadow, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then bit the bullet and resumed his unhurried manner.

Shi Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his pitch-black eyes were impeccable, as if looking at his trembling soul.

Ling Ran stared at him for a long while, and the arc of his eyes was tense, before he spoke after a while: "...you are fine..."

Yan Lin was overjoyed.

He thought he was powerful, but finally made him disgusted.

This sword ancestor has been in Xuefeng all the year round, and rarely goes out. In the entire 1000 years, there has been no rumor of him getting along with others, and there are dozens of legends about his realm and sword skills.

Living alone is like an old monk who has been practicing penance for a long time, but now it seems that he really can't bear it.

His face was ashamed, and he said slightly tactfully: "If Shizun finds it an eyesore, you might as well relieve the teacher on me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the opposite side gave him a deep and calm look, the tension just now disappeared, and then turned into a stream of light, and Yu Jian left.

Yan Lin: "..."

Looking at the direction someone left, Yan Lin felt tired and put away the expression on his face.

Good to go, good to go.

He was relieved for a moment, let himself fall on the withered grass behind him, and took a deep breath, he was so tired of dealing with one person, and there would be another one in the future.

If it goes on like this, no matter how much you practice, when will Sui Yu Xin Jue reach the fifth level.

The future is bleak.

However, Yan Lin touched his arm, and the feeling of being held by him just now was a bit familiar.

Yan Lin lay alone on the barren mountain for a long time, until it was dark, he called Xue Ya out of interest, and flew to the Changtian Sword Sect.Of course, he would not run away any longer because he was so stupid. Although Yuan left at this time, there was no guarantee that Tan would be watching him somewhere.

When he returned to Xuefeng, the originally blue sky and the pleasant snow had changed. Above his head, a cloud was densely covered, covering the huge Xuefeng tightly, without a trace of light, and the white snow fluttered. The shallow layer of snow has already covered the ground with silver frost, and a thick layer.

Why did it snow so suddenly?

But he didn't think much about it, he just walked to his house and opened the door.

There were already two people waiting in the house.