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

Yan Zhentian looked at the person at the door, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the condensed momentum suddenly relaxed, and those who were familiar with him could feel the joy of this moment.

"Why are you back, kid?" Yan Zhentian didn't get up, but waved at him.

Seeing his father's familiar appearance, Yan Lin's heart warmed up, but his brows and eyes were curved, revealing a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I just came back to see if this Haoran Immortal Mansion is lifeless like a pool of stagnant water without me." He walked to Yan Zhentian's side and folded his arms around his chest.

Seeing his proud look, Yan Zhentian smiled: "Do you think everyone is doing nothing like you?"

Perhaps because he was too far away, Yan Zhentian stood up and walked towards him.

Yan Lin thought he was going to say something, so he relaxed and looked at him.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, there was a sudden gust of wind, and Yan Zhentian suddenly hit him with luck and spiritual power!

Yan Lin didn't expect that his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, would do this. Although he was surprised, he turned around and managed to dodge it, and then he also used his spiritual power to take Yan Zhentian's palm.

The two breaths collided, and the surrounding devices were shaken for a moment.

Yan Zhentian looked at the fluctuation of aura around Yan Lin, his eyes were bright, and he laughed loudly: "Not bad! Being able to resist my palm is considered an improvement, and those boring sword repairers are not useless."

Yan Lin turned his other wrist, his spiritual power increased, and he pushed his palm forward.

Yan Zhentian's arm was slightly bent, slightly surprised, but he was able to raise it further.

"I'm talented and smart, so I can learn it as soon as I learn it!"

Yan Zhentian smiled, and nodded with rare satisfaction: "Your realm has indeed increased a lot, but it's not like before, wasting your spiritual root for nothing."

After speaking, the trial point is over.

As soon as Yan Zhentian breathed spiritual power away, Yan Lin followed suit when seeing this, and the two took a step back one after another, so as not to shock each other with the aftermath of the breath.

Yan Lin put away his sharp edge, he came back to talk to his father about the man in black, and then his face darkened, as if he wanted to say something, but at this time, the other man who came late to the door.

"Father." A gentle voice sounded from the door.

Yan Lin paused.

Yan Zhentian also slightly put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, sat up straight, and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open and Yan Jin walked in.

Yan Lin looked up.

She is dressed in dark blue clothes, her hair is tied with a jade crown, her eyebrows are picturesque, as elegant as the bright moon in the sky, and there is a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Her temperament is gentle and will not make people feel conflicted.

Just like before.

Still the Immortal Yiqing in memory.

After saluting, he looked directly at Yan Lin, and met these familiar eyes, which seemed to be gentle at a glance, but in fact were unfathomable, and Yan Lin's heart sank slightly.

Yan Jin took two steps forward, facing Yan Lin, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and the joy in his eyes seemed to be unable to hide: "Father has been talking about you for so long, and finally he knows he's back."

Perhaps Yan Zhentian didn't expect that the first sentence he spoke would be this, a trace of unnaturalness suddenly flashed across his serious face, and then he coughed.

"Presumptuous, I'm usually too busy, so I don't have time to talk about him!" Yan Zhentian's tone became faster, and anyone who knew him knew that this was obviously forced by the truth.

Yan Lin slowed down and smiled slightly.

His father is thin-skinned.

"I don't know if Dad thinks about it or not, anyway, I think about it day and night!"

Yan Zhentian glanced sideways at him, and snorted softly: "Come on, I don't know what you're playing with?"

As he said that, he stood up: "I still have something to do, you two brothers will talk about the past first."

Then he stood up, glanced at them and walked out.

After Chiyu's incident, Yan Zhentian's guard against Yan Jin has been cut off seven or eight times. He can feel that he really cares for Yan Lin, but it is Yan Lin who suddenly lost the closeness to his elder brother like before. It's a lot of estrangement suddenly.

This is what he doesn't want to see now.

Yan Zhentian left, and the room suddenly fell into silence. Yan Jin looked at him intently, with familiar love in his eyes, but Yan Lin felt that there was an indescribable strangeness and embarrassment in the air.

Yan Lin first broke the silence, and said with a sigh: "It's been a long time since I saw the bamboo forest in my brother's courtyard..."

Yan Jin's eyes softened: "Then brother will accompany you to have a look."

That piece of bamboo forest is regarded as Yanjin's favorite thing. Every day, someone will come to take care of it carefully. It looks like a piece of emerald green all year round.

The breeze is blowing, the sound of bamboo leaves brushing in my ears, and the scent of green bamboo in my nose, I am very calm and concentrated.

He could understand what his father meant by leaving just now, it was just to let the two of them have a chat alone.

Although he doesn't know why his father let go of his earlier guard against Yan Jin, but he will let things go.

Originally, he had another purpose for coming back this time.

He turned to look at the person behind him.

The pitch-black eyes were not as bright as before, but calm and deep, with a hint of vicissitudes. This is not the eyes that Yan Qinghe should have at this age.

Yan Jin frowned slightly, and a strangeness flashed in his eyes.

I only heard the young man speak, his tone was low, not lacking in indifference: "I can't understand, what exactly do you want in this life, brother?"

The air was quiet for a moment.

The smile at the corner of Yan Jin's mouth was completely hidden, his deep eyes fixedly looked at the young man in front of him, the breeze pulled up his half loose black hair, and his thin lips were pursed lightly.

After a while, the clear and pleasant voice was mixed with a half hoarse voice: "You...remember..."

Yan Lin looked at him, there was no longer the Rumu on his face, only alienation in the cold expression.

"During the days I've been away, my brother has a good plan, how can I get rid of me and my father quietly, and get the Haoran Immortal Mansion you want."

The young man's voice was flat and without a hint of sarcasm, but it made people's hearts gradually cool down, as if countless ice blades had pierced into the blood.

As soon as Yan Jin's pupils opened, his warm and jade-like body became more serene, his back was tense, and his fingertips trembled invisible.

"...you...are hating me..."

He seemed to have taken a lot of effort to say the word hate.

But Yan Lin shook his head and smiled slightly.

"No, maybe I hated it before, but now..." He raised his hand, pointed to his heart, his eyes were so cold that he was unfamiliar: "I don't feel it anymore, anyway, I have never had a brother, and even if I did, it was just me It’s just wishful thinking, and if you think about it this way, it won’t hurt.”

is it?

No hate, no resentment, just throw him out.

Yan Jin's heart throbbed for a while, he couldn't let go of the figure that was full of eyes, calling his brother admiringly.

Yan Jin stared at him with focused eyes, as if cautiously: "If my brother knows that he is wrong and apologizes to you, will you forgive him?"