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

"So you disappeared for a few days, but you were caught by the people behind you?"

Yan Lin paused, but did not speak.

An Jinnian's eyes were fixed, and his expression was clear: "As expected, then your cheap master went to save you?"

When Shi Yuan was mentioned, Yan Lin's figure froze, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face very quickly, and then he returned to normal.

Such subtle emotions naturally couldn't escape An Jinnian's eyes. He took a step forward, his gaze was slightly cold, and his tone was firm: "He saved you, and what happened to you...you don't want to think..."

In the calm tone, Yan Lin heard a hint of anger from it, but his temptation also made him extremely unhappy.

"My business has nothing to do with you."

The smile on the corner of An Jinnian's mouth faded, and his gentle and modest demeanor instantly became sharp, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, revealing a silver light.

The cold wind howling around made his voice far away.

"It doesn't matter? Junior brother, junior brother, since you hate me to the bone, you should practice your Broken Jade Heart Art, otherwise how can you defeat my blood ghost spirit."

"Since you regard me as an enemy, you shouldn't be distracted by others."

Yan Lin looked at the gloomy look in his eyes, the indifference inside was his indifference to everything around him, as if everything was dispensable except for what caught his eye.

An Jinnian narrowed the distance between the two of them, and said in a low tone without any emotion, "Otherwise, you will still be a loser in this life."

Yan Lin opened his eyes!

Xu Shi touched his Ni Lin, and the Floating Scroll came out, and a green light hit An Jinnian.

As if he had expected it long ago, he jumped back lightly, and the hidden remnants flashed out of thin air, and fell obediently at his feet. He stood on the sword, without the red clothes, the white looks ethereal.

He looked down at Yan Lin from above: "You hate me, and you hate him too, but now he has become your master, and I have become your fellow brother. If you have an extra name, you will be tied up." .”

"However, he also has self-knowledge. He knows that he personally killed you twice. You hate him deeply, so he can only stay by your side as a master."

"If he loses the title of master, you may run to the ends of the earth and you won't appear in front of him, am I right?"

Yan Lin's heart shuddered, and he did not deny it.

Before he had any memory, he wanted to take revenge, but his opponent was Sword Patriarch Shiyuan. It was his luck to be able to hide far away from his sword.

Now that I have memories, I feel that there are some ridiculous jokes between them.

But the person in front of him now has a mind as deep as an abyss, a lot of tricks, and a talent that is different from ordinary people.

So from the beginning of his rebirth in this life, he gave up revenge, as long as he lived.

Focus on the Tao, and forget everything else!

This was originally his truest thought.

but now......

He raised his head slightly and looked at the person opposite: "He is my master, this is not my wish, not my choice."

"But you can choose to be my senior brother. Obviously you killed me 'by your own hands'. Now not only do you intend to be my senior brother, but you also want to jokingly become a Taoist couple. Don't you call yourself smart and unparalleled? Why would you Such a naive idea, thinking that I will be with someone who kills me."

An Jinnian's deep eyes were tinged with red, he stared fixedly at the person above the crane, a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was an emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Because, if I don't tell you, in this life, you will only escape further. If you are gone, where can I find another person who can touch my emotions?"

At this moment, he put away his usual sloppy demeanor, and there was no flaw in his quiet eyes, as if he really had such emotions.

This kind of him made Yan Lin suddenly think of him standing in front of his grave, taking out the Liuyun hairpin, with an indifferent look on his face, the rejection and sarcasm in his eyes at that time, he will never forget.

'A worthy death is your only value. '

That sentence is still echoing in my ears, every word is so clear.

I am already dead, and I have already exerted my value, should I be let go in this life?

Yan Lin suddenly laughed lowly: "Then I can tell you directly now."

He paused, staring at the opposite person with dark and bright eyes, without joy, without hatred, as plain as a pool of clear water, only that indifferent expression, revealing a sense of determination.

"It's never possible between you and me!"

As he spoke, he took out the other half of the Liuyun hairpin left in his arms, and threw it down.

The figure above the sword light froze, the air was pulled away instantly, and a burst of condensed air poured down, his eyes drooped down, looking in the direction where the Liuyun hairpin fell.

Then, look up at him.

The next moment, Yan Lin didn't think about it, took a look at him, and directly took out a spell. Xue Ya's speed increased, and she disappeared in place from time to time.

Yan Lin withdrew his gaze, but in his mind was the last look of his silent and cold eyes.

A person who always tells lies, what truth can he tell, what he thinks may be the next time he will be fooled.

........

Qifeng Mountain is located in the south of the Zhongtian Realm. It is full of green forests and full of spiritual energy. He has not returned for a long time since he participated in the grand event of the relic fairyland.

A high-pitched crane cry broke the peaceful atmosphere of Jinlan Hall.

Seeing this, several gatekeeper disciples took out their magic weapons and flew towards the air. As soon as they got close to the people who saw it, they all showed joyful expressions.

"Hurry up and tell the Palace Master and Immortal Yiqing that the young master has returned from the Changtian Sword School!" a person shouted at the top of his voice.

"Yes!" The other replied loudly, and immediately turned around and flew back.

Yan Lin fell down, looking at the familiar surroundings, feeling inexplicably at ease in his heart.

The gloomy mood seemed to be swept away. With a smile on his face, he waved his hand: "Don't tell me, I will find my father myself."

He looked up at the sky, it was noon at this time, his father must be meditating in the tea room.

This time he chose to walk slowly, passing through the winding corridors, where you can see precious peonies, beautiful trees, and exotic flowers everywhere. The flying towers are inserted in the air, and the carved and embroidered sills are all hidden in the trees of the mountain depressions. They are very eye-catching when viewed from a distance.

Haoran Immortal Mansion is very particular about the gardens of other courtyards, and every place is built by first-class garden masters.

Refined everywhere.

Walking up to a cup of tea in this way, a few more steps, gradually heading north, is the tea room where his father is.

Pushing open the door, the house is as clean and tidy as ever. The shelf, the desk, and every corner are in order. It is hard to find any mistakes. There is an incense burner in the corner, which seems to have just finished burning incense, and the tip of the nose is lingering. A faint scent of agarwood.

His father was sitting upright on the small couch, with his eyes closed, wearing the golden crown and brocade clothes, still looking quite motionless.

Yan Lin was overjoyed.

"father!"

The expression of the sitting person moved, slowly opened his eyes, and his stern gaze fell on the person at the door.