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

He knew how cold his room was, so he never thought that these two people would appear here.

"Father, brother? Why are you here?"

He pushed open the door and walked in, closing the door behind him.

His father made a round table out of nowhere, dark brown, covered with a dark blue brocade tassel, brewed a pot of tea himself, and sat by the table, with displeasure on his face, Seeing him coming in, she immediately put down the tea in her hand and stared at him.

A 'explain to me yourself' look.

Yan Jin stood at the opposite corner of the table, with his head slightly lowered, and when he saw him coming in, he looked up at him with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

During this battle, he knew that he was looking for him to 'settle accounts'. A flattering smile instantly appeared on his face, and a ball of white plunged into the middle of two balls of dark blue. He picked up the teapot, lifted the lid of the tea, and smelled it. The rising steam: "This tea is not bad, is it the new tea from our tea garden this year?"

Yan Zhentian didn't like his tricks, simply took the teapot in his hand, put it back on the table, and said seriously: "Don't change the subject, explain to me what's going on? You are in the ruins wonderland What the hell did you do, not to mention seriously hurting yourself, and being picked up by someone?!"

Was picked up... Is he an object?

Looking at his father's ugly face, and his experience in the relic wonderland was not a glorious one, he felt a little hard to say for a while.

What's more, a man feels uncomfortable just talking about it, but he can't handle it today if he thinks about it and doesn't tell the truth.

After hesitating for a while, he sat down and prepared to explain to them in detail.

"I don't want to either. Didn't I meet a few villains in the late stage of Jindan inside?" He said, his face was full of anger, and his tone was crisp.

"That's a group of bastards who killed many monks and wanted to humiliate me because they were higher than me. How can I suffer such humiliation? I can only fight with my life, and cloud A female cultivator from the Jing school is still by my side, so I naturally have to protect her."

"Didn't you say that this monk wants to protect the female nun outside? I did it, you can't punish me!"

Yan Lin stared at his father with a pair of light brown eyes, his tone was true, the clear light in his eyes was as clean as the bright moonlight, and his appearance was quite innocent.

The two who listened were stunned.

Yan Lin thought about it.

With the banquet on the side, he naturally couldn't tell about the matter of taking the blood of the black unicorn. Originally, after he got the beads, his injuries were not serious. As for being so miserable.

So he didn't wrong those people.

"What! It's unreasonable, there are such things!"

Yan Zhentian came back to his senses and stood up straight away, his complexion suddenly changed, his brows were glaring, murderous aura gathered all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and he couldn't bear to tremble.

He squinted his eyes, and his low voice suppressed the chill: "Which sect, I want to destroy them."

Yan Jin listened from the side, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded slightly, the dark eyes flickered, hiding a sharp cold light.

He didn't make a sound, just looked at Yan Lin.

If he hadn't died at that time, or if no one had arrived, then what kind of harm and humiliation would he have suffered.

He didn't even dare to imagine such a picture...

Yan Jin's hand on the side was tight and tight.

Yan Lin didn't know what the two of them were thinking, but just poured a cup of tea on his own, recalling the appearance of those people in his head: "Looking at their clothes, they don't look like any sect, but more like casual cultivators."

The sect disciples all have their own logos and costumes, and they are dressed so casually that they can only be casual cultivators.

"Loose cultivators? Hmph, I have said long ago that these casual cultivators can't achieve great things, and they shouldn't be given these opportunities. It's fine if they don't cherish them. Those who dare to touch my Haoran Immortal Mansion are simply audacious."

Yan Zhentian flicked his sleeves, he was already very angry, but now his expression was even more disgusted.

He has always hated those idle and lazy people who have no rules, do things according to their own desires, and have no manners to rest.

If it is in the territory of Haoran Immortal Mansion, it is clearly written that casual cultivators are not allowed to enter, but in other places, hum!

There were no casual cultivators in the relic fairyland event before, if it weren't for Cheng Shuang, who had been persuading all sects and factions, saying, "Before the Dao, all cultivators should have the opportunity to participate, and success or failure depends on their own abilities." ''Everyone, you should have everyone's demeanor. 'He kicked those people away long ago.

The relationship between the three sects is related to the stability of the Zhongtian Realm. It is not good for him to continue to fight and save the other party's face, so he can only consider the overall situation and make a slight retreat. When the various sects see him relax, they are hindered by Chang Tian The Sword Sect's initiative also nodded.

Fortunately, these things happened.

Fortunately, he is fine, otherwise, he would never give up if he did not pluck out the skin of those people!

Yan Lin saw that his father's eyes were full of cold air, and he looked like he was going to kill someone, but he was not afraid, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "So father, do you think I can be an apprentice of the Changtian Sword Sect?"

Yan Zhentian glared at him: "Improper? You think beautifully, this Changtian Sword Sect is the number one sword sect in today's world, how come you come and leave when you say it?

Moreover, Shi Yuan gave you a drop of the blood of the soul, Yu Li, he wants to accept you as an apprentice, you shouldn't refuse, and secondly, you ran away from the main hall just now, which is equivalent to blowing the Changtian Sword Sect in front of the public. He Shiyuan's face, it's good that they don't pursue it, if I mention it again, it's inappropriate. "

If it is spread, it will be said that Haoran Immortal Mansion has no family rules and precepts, allowing the second son to indulge in nonsense, so that will tarnish the reputation of Haoran Immortal Mansion for thousands of years.

Originally, he thought that Yuan gave up a drop of the blood of the soul to protect Qinghe, and they Haoran Immortal Mansion should be grateful, but now, the cause and result are equal.

Yan Lin's heart sank, the light of hope in his eyes was extinguished, he lay down on the table, and replied weakly: "Oh, I understand, I admit it."

Yan Zhentian was furious, but seeing his listless appearance, he felt relieved, touched his head, and said in a soft tone: "...you are born to stay here, if someone bullies you, just hit him Go back, I'll take care of things."

How can the people in his Haoran Immortal Mansion be bullied by outsiders!

Yan Lin raised his head, looked at his father with a loving gaze, and felt warm in his heart, "I'll take care of something" was like honey, sure enough his father was there, but it was different.

Some people will care about him and care about him. It was just a touch of duckweed, but there is also a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

The second life only cared about revenge, and completely ignored his father, so that he suddenly found out the news of his death, and didn't even see him for the last time.

Obviously he was alive in his first life...

I don't know whether it's worry or fear, but suddenly he felt a little bit reluctant, took his father's hand with a weary look, and said in a coquettish tone, "But father, I'm used to staying in Haoran Immortal Mansion, so I can't bear to part with you."

It was the first time in three generations that he uttered such childish words.

Different from the usual majestic and rigid appearance, Yan Zhentian's sharp-edged face has a gentle expression, but his tone is still that strong: "What are you talking about, the years of cultivators are so vast, this is just a moment of flickering Maybe we will get over it tomorrow, understand?"

Yan Lin nodded, pretending to understand.

"I see."

It's just that these mighty years don't seem to have much to do with me.

From the third generation to the present, I am only two hundred years old, and my life and death in the future are still unknown.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, is too far away.

He couldn't catch it at a distance.

Yan Zhentian nodded, took a deep look at Yan Lin, then at the room, withdrew his hand, and turned his head reluctantly.

When the child grows up, he has his own way to go, and he can't control too much.

He could only open his mouth and say: "It's good to understand, I have a good experience here, then dad, I will go back..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, paused for a moment, opened the door anyway, and walked out.

Following the moment when the door was opened, the wind and snow floated in a little, and when it landed on the ground, it turned into a drop of water. Yan Lin stared at the ground for a while before raising his head, looking at the person who had been standing quietly beside him.

He suddenly thought of something.

So he smiled gently at the other party, with sincere eyes: "In the days to come, Haoran Immortal Mansion will be handed over to my brother."

The second son said this to his son, the subconscious meaning is self-evident.

This sentence has been held back for two whole lives, but it is easy to say it now, so that's good.

Yan Jin wants Haoran Immortal Mansion, as long as he doesn't fight or grab it, and obediently surrenders it to others, at least he will protect it.

His father will also be less dangerous.

However, Yan Jin's expression moved slightly, his pupils shrank, he took a step forward, shook his head, and clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands, his fingertips tightened: "...it is yours, it will always be yours." yes."

Yan Lin joked, "I know how much I own. I'm not the mansion master's material at all. Only you can take good care of it."

Let's not talk about whether he wants to fight or not, even if he wants to, he can't fight. The lessons of the two lifetimes have been learned enough.

Fighting and killing is not what he has done in his life.

If you are open and honest earlier, you may have fewer enemies, so why not do it.

The hands on the shoulders are even tighter.

The four eyes met, one was honest and calm, and the other was nervous.

Yan Jin stared at the person in front of him.

I seem to have never understood your real thoughts, what do you really want, what do you cherish, I am just blindly self-righteous, giving you what I think is right.

But even so, I still want to tell you, 'Brother wants to protect you', 'Brother will not make mistakes again', 'You can rely on me'.

He has a lot of things he wants to tell him, but these words can only be backlogged in his chest, unable to speak.

Yan Jin let go of her hand and fell to her side, trying her best to restrain her emotions.

"it is good."

In the end, he could only say this word.

As long as it is what you think, I will do it, no matter what lies ahead.