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

Yan Lin returned to Qionglin Garden and lay down on the couch.

The Floating Scroll floated above, and the red jade landed in front of his eyes. He stared at the carved lines on the jade. The rendezvous with Yanjin just now was still in front of his eyes, as well as the abnormality of his father. He raised his hand and gently stroked the red jade to feel its temperature. , the eyes were calm, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, unable to see the truth clearly.

No matter what, he must live on in this life. Even if there are thorns and cliffs in front of him, he has to walk over it. He wants to see what he can do with his cultivation in the early stages of his body.

Aren't you going to teach him scroll painting?Then teach...

do as promised.

The next day, Yan Lin honestly took the Floating Scroll to Yan Yiqing's Canglin Garden.

As soon as he entered the boundary of Canglin Garden, he saw a man standing in front of him with his back turned to him, with dark brown clothes, half bun, and holding a long sword in his right hand.Hearing movement behind him, the standing person turned around.

Lin Yanzhi's face was ugly, and he walked quickly towards Yan Lin.

"What trick did you use to let Brother Yiqing personally teach you the fairy art?" He came up with a haughty look, his baby's face was glowing with fire, as if he had made some unforgivable mistake.

The banquet forest stopped.

His eyeballs swept the person opposite up and down, raised his eyebrows indifferently, even a little funny, and folded his hands in front of his chest: "I don't understand, is Yan Yiqing my brother or your brother? Teaching me immortal art is justified, and you are questioning me here? Is your brain not sick?"

What Yan Lin said was not polite, Lin Yanzhi's expression became even uglier, and he clenched the saber in his hand.

This is the reason why he hates Yan Qinghe so much. He is obviously an ignorant mediocre man, but he is the second son of the Haoran Immortal Mansion. The single ice spirit root that meets once in a thousand years is like a waste on him. Even Brother Yiqing...why is it him...

Lin Yanzhi gritted his white teeth, and said in a firm tone, "Before you, didn't you want to be beaten to death?"

Yan Lin wanted to laugh even more.

He took two steps forward, a sense of teasing him arose in his heart, he circled around Lin Yanzhi, he was taller than Lin Yanzhi, bent slightly, moved closer to him, and his voice was a little softer : "I'm thinking about it now, I want to learn, what's wrong? Are you particularly jealous..."

The word "jealousy" touched the tense strings in Lin Yanzhi's heart. He opened his eyes, got angry, turned around suddenly, stared at Yan Lin angrily, and pulled out his sword with awe-inspiring anger. pointing at him.

"Can you say that again!"

The blade was sharp, and the sunlight reflected a white light on the blade, but Yan Lin didn't seem to see it.

He replied childishly.

"If you ask me to say it again, I'll just say, am I so obedient?"

"You!—" Lin Yanzhi became anxious, raised his sword and stabbed at Yan Lin, even the magic trick was useless, after all, he was in a hurry, so how can he control so much.

Yan Lin was unhurried, turning his body slightly to avoid this trick. While dodging, he kept muttering: "By the way, didn't I knock out one of your teeth? How can you not leak your words? Did you secretly mend it yesterday?"

"Yan Qing and——!"

Lin Yanzhi let out a loud roar, and threw the aristocratic son's demeanor aside, constantly changing his sword moves, the speed was getting faster and faster, there was a clanging sound in the air, and the sharp sword light carried a raging killing intent.

But these moves are just child's play in Yan Lin's eyes, but he is not very ostentatious, just dodges with his late cultivation base.

After dodging a few moves, his movements froze for a moment, as if he felt something, but his eyes turned back, and a smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Yanzhi, Lin Yanzhi, in the past two lifetimes you have troubled me a lot, this time I should teach you a lesson.

Afterwards, Yan Lin pretended to dodge the next move with difficulty, and even let Lin Yanzhi's sword cut a corner of his clothes.

He deliberately raised his voice a bit.

"Lin Yanzhi, don't go too far, I was punished yesterday because of you, and you're messing with me again!"

Yan Lin retreated three steps in a row, dodging another one to barely avoid the sword's edge, obviously looking like he didn't want to talk to anyone and was being pressed by others.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Yanzhi didn't think much about it at all. Seeing him like this, he just thought it was an opportunity. He lost his mind, his eyes glowed with fire, and he yelled again.

But this time he put in a lot of effort and injected spiritual power into the sword, and he would definitely bleed if he was stabbed again.

Then the sword light flashed and stabbed towards Yan Lin.

Yan Lin couldn't dodge in time, and was about to fall on him, but at this moment, a person stood in front of him.

Lin Yanzhi's eyes tightened.

He suddenly wanted to stop the move and stop the sword, but it was too late.

I saw the man lift his sleeve lightly, a transparent barrier blocked the edge of the sword, and then the sword could not be broken, and was bounced away with a force, Lin Yanzhi let go of his hand suddenly in pain, the sword flipped several times, and landed on them. Three feet away, inserted into the ground.

Yan Jin stood tall and tall among them, with a handsome face, elegant and indifferent, and the dark blue gold-patterned brocade suit made him as white as fat jade.

There was no expression on his face, he just raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Lin Yanzhi, with indifference and coldness in his eyes.

Lin Yanzhi hoarse his voice, his blushing face turned pale from anger just now, his ferocious aura disappeared completely, and he was stunned for a long time before he called out: "Brother Yiqing..."

Yan Jin stared at him, slightly parted her thin lips, and said coldly.

"This is the Haoran Immortal Mansion, and it is the Canglin Garden. Fighting is prohibited, and swords are not allowed." He said it very simply, and compared to before, his attitude seemed to have changed abruptly.

Lin Yanzhi became anxious, he was afraid: "I didn't do it on purpose, it was Yan Qing and him...he..."

Me, how am I?Anyone who reads it will know that you came to block me, let's see how you explain it in front of your 'Brother Yiqing'.

Yan Lin stood behind Yan Jin, looking at the two of them with sly eyes, as if watching a play from the audience.

Lin Yanzhi didn't say anything for a long time, his delicate face was pitiful, and he looked at Yan Jin with stern eyes.

Yan Jin's face was still so cold, because he only had one thought in his mind now.

Could it be that in the previous two lives, Qinghe had also been treated like this, and had been pointed at with a sword like this. He obviously didn't want to fight, but he could only bear it in silence.

And the neglect in his own heart made him never pay attention to his whereabouts or the things around him.

He has no way of knowing—

Yan Jin felt depressed suddenly, he both blamed others and hated himself.

"It's okay for you to stay in Haoran Immortal Mansion recently. If that's the case, you can go back."

Lin Yanzhi was stunned.

Yan Lin was also stunned for a second.

The well-mannered Yiqing Immortal is driving people away, and it is Lin Yanzhi who visited the Golden Gate...he heard it right, right?

After finishing speaking, Yan Jin didn't wait for Lin Yanzhi to speak, but stopped looking at him, and nodded towards him familiarly but unfamiliarly.

The moment he turned around, he concealed the coldness on his face and covered the dark eyes. He didn't want to put any trace of his indifference in front of his brother's eyes.

"Let's go." With a familiar smile on the corner of Yan Jin's mouth, he stepped forward and took his hand, with a soft light in his eyes.

Yan Lin nodded clumsily, and glanced at Lin Yanzhi behind him from the corner of his eye.

I saw him staring blankly at the ground with his eyes open, his face turning pale.

Now, Lin Yanzhi might not appear by Yan Jin's side for a long time.

Without waiting for him to think about it, Yan Jin led him to disappear in place with a formula.

But in an instant, the two came to the backyard mountain of Canglin Garden, a bamboo forest, accompanied by the fragrance of green bamboo, quiet and peaceful.

They stood in an open space in the middle, surrounded by green bamboos, and a few green bamboo leaves floated down from time to time.

Yan Lin looked around, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, the moment was fleeting, but he was a little melancholy, the bamboo garden of Immortal Yiqing...

"Qinghe...it's his first time here."

The voice of Qing and his call was extremely low.

Yan Lin looked at him from the side, and saw that he was raising his head slightly, his almost pitch-black eyes were looking at the endless green in front of him, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, and also seemed to be in deep thought.The handsome side face is full of thoughts.

Yan Lin withdrew his gaze and responded calmly.

"Well, because my brother never lets others in." So for more than 200 years, he never came in.

It's just that I was stupid at that time, and I couldn't see through the word "other people", and I couldn't figure out my own weight.

Yan Jin's expression moved slightly.

"In the future, Qinghe can come here often." Saying that, Yan Jin turned to look at him, and the familiar look of pampering once again filled his eyes.

Yan Lin turned his eyes away, retracted his gaze without showing any trace, and took off the Floating Scroll from his waist.

"Didn't brother teach me scrolls? Let's start."

Who can tell the truth about the things in this world, for the sake of fame, profit, and sentient beings, there are many paths, he just wants to break through the void and live!

Zhaiyuan

Yan Zhentian sat in the upper seat, with a cup of tea on the square table on the right, and the hot air slowly rising.

Usually facing everyone with a straight back, he relaxed at this moment and leaned back tiredly on the chair back. A cultivator would not feel physically tired, but he was just restless and disturbing.

Yan Jin's words from last night are still lingering in his ears.

"Yiqing came here this time just to ask his father for something."

Yan Jin stood in the lobby, folded his hands, and cupped them in front of his chest. The long sleeves of his brocade robe were hanging down. He lowered his head and bowed humbly.Speaking is straight to the point.

Yan Zhentian squinted his eyes and looked at him, the stern look on his face remained undiminished, his voice was low and serious, but it was the tone they used every time they met: "What is it?"

Yan Jin raised his head, lowered his hands, and stared fixedly at the person above him, his awe-inspiring aura was no less than that of Yan Zhentian in the fusion period.

I only heard him speak.

"Akadama."

Banquet every day.The turbulent fusion period is surging like a mighty river, fiercely trying to strangle the opposite person by the throat.

Obviously, the weight of these two words to him is not simple.

After a while, Yan Jin still stood where he was, without changing his expression, not even the slightest movement in his eyes.

Yan Zhentian squinted his eyes, covering the light in his eyes.

It's something.

Two realms short, but still able to stand still under his coercion.

Yan Zhentian lowered his voice: "How do you know that I have Chiyu here?"

It's true that Chiyu is a rare treasure, but it has another meaning for him.

Because it was the token of love between him and Wanwan, he carefully treasured it for a long time and never showed it to anyone, even his closest people had no way of knowing how he knew it.

Yan Jin seemed to see through his thoughts, and just said: "Father, don't blame me, I just found out by accident that I didn't do anything to hurt anyone, and I didn't tell a third person."

Yan Zhentian remained stern, trying to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, but even so, he still felt offended and disrespected.

The majestic Lord of the Immortal Mansion, the master of the current fusion stage, when will a child in the middle of his body be able to spy on his privacy!

And it also involved Wanwan.

In the final analysis, it was just touching his reverse scale.

"But you still asked what you shouldn't ask!"

Yan Zhentian stood up suddenly, a cold light appeared on his majestic old-fashioned face, he waved his golden sleeves, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and just as he was about to explode, Yan Jin spoke again.

"I know, I am not your biological child."

Such an understatement stopped Yan Zhentian's movements.

The majestic figure stopped on the high hall, and after a while, slowly lowered his hands, his eyes were deep and complicated.

He looked at Yan Jin quietly.

The air suddenly became dead still.

No secret can be revealed peacefully.

The coercion of the full fusion stage pressed on him in an instant, like thousands of thin threads, tightly wrapped and wrapped, and like a sea of ​​fire and heat waves hitting him, with the momentum of thunder, the power to break the boat.

Yan Jin took three steps back, her thin lips were tightly pursed, white, but her deep eyes just looked at him silently.

And decisively added another fire.

"I also know that you have never thought of handing over the Haoran Immortal Mansion to me from the beginning to the end."

Yan Jin's tone was crisp, when he said this, there was no resentment in his eyes, not even a trace of strangeness, as if it was just a plain statement.

This didn't look like the look a person who just found out about his life experience should have at all, and he didn't even ask why.

So calm.

Yan Zhentian suddenly withdrew his coercion.

With such a deep mind and a seamless concealment, this child may be more difficult than he imagined.

A trace of inquiry arose in Yan Zhentian's heart: "What are you going to do..."

What is the reason that you stand here to showdown with me without hesitation?

Hearing the sound, Yan Jin raised his eyes and looked at the man he called his father above him. His dark and deep eyes were firm and determined.

After two lives, it can be regarded as my own obsession.

Because he is not the blood of Haoran Immortal Mansion, Yan Zhentian has always been alienated and unfamiliar with him. He never teaches him homework, spells, and never visits him.

Nothing but cold eyes.

He thought that as the eldest son of the Haoran Immortal Mansion, these things should be done... It wasn't until he discovered his background that he realized that the only difference was the blood flowing in his body.

Therefore, he fell into a panic and demon barrier, and he felt that only by obtaining the Haoran Immortal Mansion would he be consummated.

He has made countless choices!

Choose status and power without hesitation.Abandoning one's own love and hate, ignoring the end of Qinghe, death.

He bought his so-called status at a terrible price.

In this life, he doesn't want to do this, he must not let the ending of the previous two lives repeat itself, he wants to protect Qinghe.

But now his cultivation level is not enough, the difference is too much, just in case, he can only find another method.

Afterwards, Yan Jin said word by word: "I want to set a substitute restriction on the red jade - if there are monks in the fit period to protect the formation, no one will be able to detect the restriction above."

This is the reason for his showdown, he needs red jade, and also needs a monk in the fit stage.And these two banquet towns are available every day, which is his best choice.

Yan Zhentian's eyes flashed, and the answer was obviously beyond his expectation.

"Do you know what you're talking about?!" Yan Zhentian said in a deep voice.

As the name suggests, the substitute ban is just as its name implies. Take Chiyu as an example. If the ban is set on it, when the owner of the jade pendant is attacked, the person wearing the other jade pendant will bear all the attacks.

And such a prohibition requires extremely strong loading.

Even the strength of the load determines the upper limit of the prohibition...

If it is Chiyu, then at least it can withstand a full blow beyond the Tribulation Period.

And one thing, the person who enforces the restriction must be the one who bears it, that is to say, he is going to put his own life and death on others!

The road to cultivation is long and the life span is long, but it is ridiculous to bind oneself in a restriction!

even stupid...

"If you trap yourself in it, you know that your path will be more difficult than ordinary people's. No one can share the hardships on your way."

Yan Zhentian looked at the person with a calm face, and there was a trace of heaviness in his voice, which could be regarded as persuasion from someone who had been there.

But he also wants to know...

"Who? Who is it worth doing?"

Who is so important to you, even willing to be honest with me.If he continues the city mansion, Yan Lin will definitely not be his opponent, and it is not difficult to get the Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Who made you give up your low-lying rights.

Yan Jin's whole body's defenses loosened half a point for an instant, his eyes sank but revealed a trace of tenderness, and he only heard him say two words that Yan Zhentian was familiar with.

"Qinghe..."

Yan Zhentian was taken aback.

He took two steps back, his body was a little weak for some reason, and he sat down slowly with a dazed expression.

"You... I always thought that you didn't treat him sincerely, and even... didn't like him."

Yan Jin raised the corners of his mouth, mocking himself.

"Why don't you like..."

He's just scared—

Afraid that I would be addicted to it, that I would have sustenance in this world, that I would be like other ordinary people... reluctant to give up.

So, he dare not like it.

But it's different now.

Yan Jin shook the hands beside her, and her voice was a little louder: "As long as you are willing to give me the pair of red jade, I can swear that in this life, I will protect him with life and death!"

Saying that he paused: "He will be safe and sound, the next Palace Master must be him."

He will never let anyone hurt him again!

Yan Zhentian looked at him, with mixed feelings in his heart, at this moment he felt as if he had never really known this child.

Strange and heavy.

He had always been worried that he would hurt Yan Lin one day, regardless of his selfishness, he never really regarded him as his own child.

If it wasn't for Wanwan...he would never have given him the position of the son of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

With his thoughts returning, Yan Zhentian stood up.

He paused, sighed, shook his head, flicked his sleeves, the original chair Fang Zhuo disappeared, and the huge wall became empty, only a life-length painting appeared on the wall.

The painting is a woman dressed in a red gauze skirt and brocade, surrounded by fairy clouds, ethereal like a fairy, with exquisite and gorgeous facial features, combing a flowing cloud bun, with an elegant and dignified temperament.

Yan Zhentian stared at the portrait in a daze, and whispered: "He still knows the secret you want to keep."

He may have too many questions, 'Why does Yan Jin protect Qinghe so carefully? '...

'Why is it banned with a double? '

There are too many, but he didn't ask, he just needs to know a little.

That is, he will not hurt Qinghe.

Nothing else matters.