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

Yan Lin walked forward for a long distance, and finally hid behind a low wooden house, raised his hand to lift up the brim of his hat, his bright eyes peeked at the empty alley behind him, and relaxed tone.

It's so dangerous, I almost ran into it directly.

He has been wandering around like this for eight years, and this is the first time he has met an acquaintance. But after thinking about it carefully, Han Qisheng was born in the lower realms and has no background. It is not surprising that he appears here. In one place, he would have to explain it slowly when he couldn't avoid it.

Yan Lin turned sideways, met the big black eyes of the red-maned horse, touched his forehead, and smiled slightly: "It seems that we have to leave."

The horse's ears twitched, snorted at him, and flicked its tail, as if answering a word.

Seeing this, Yan Lin touched again: "Yes, you have no objection, then let's go, we should be able to reach the next town before dark."

After speaking, he led the horse and walked out of the hiding room. As soon as he walked out, Yan Lin froze and the sound of the horse's hooves stopped.

There was a man standing in the middle of the empty alley just now, with an outstanding figure, the gray clothes on his body were not enough to hide the brilliance of his body, his eyes were delicate, and he stood out from the gray-clothed doctor just now, with a smile on his mouth, his familiar pair of eyes He stared fixedly at the young man leading the horse across the street, feeling like he was deliberately arresting someone.

"What a coincidence."

In the thatched house on the outskirts of the town, the furnishings are simple, and there are various medicinal herbs in the dustpan that can be seen everywhere. Yan Lin is sitting on a bamboo chair, and Han Qisheng is standing in front of the medicine cabinet. On the table are the prescriptions for today's visit. dispensing.

This place is in the south of the town, a little far away, surrounded by low mountains, and there is a weir pond directly in front of the house. Ming, it is indeed a good place.

While Han Qisheng was busy with the prescription in his hand, he looked at the people watching from the corner of his eye, and his familiar tone was the same as it was eight years ago: "It's been a long time, Brother Yan will hide when he sees me, I'm not a man-eating tiger , it really makes me a little sad to be so born."

Yan Lin's eyes flickered when he heard that, seeing his relaxed appearance, he didn't even have the aura of a cultivator at all. He was a casual person, paused, and replied embarrassingly: "Misunderstanding, I just happened to have Things. If I saw Brother Han at other times, I would definitely have a long talk."

Han Qisheng was busy with the movements of his hands but smiled slightly, and didn't expose him.

Yan Lin turned his eyes away in embarrassment, pretended to look around naturally, and picked up the topic: "I see the situation around here, have you lived here for a long time?"

"It's been a long time. I'm alone, so I can naturally make my home around the world. Since the last time I went to Fenghuang Forest with you, I've come here often. I've gotten used to it. It's been almost six years. " As he replied, he picked up a medicinal material and put it under his nose to sniff, then raised his hand and took out a silver needle in his hair, pierced the medicinal material with the tip of the needle, and the tip of the silver needle turned black immediately.

He nodded in satisfaction and put the medicinal materials aside, raised his eyes and looked deeply at the person sitting opposite, but his tone was calm.

"What's the matter with your cultivation?"

After all, Han Qisheng is a cultivator of immortals, and now he has reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, falling into the lower realm is considered a major cultivation that no one can match, and all the spiritual energy of mortals can be seen clearly.

So the first time he saw Yan Lin, he found out that he was strange, his dantian was empty, and the soul entwined with spiritual roots disappeared, without a trace of spiritual power, no different from ordinary people.

Yan Lin's expression moved, he withdrew his gaze, stroked the red jade around his waist with his right hand, and started to warm it, only to see him drooping his eyebrows and said two words: "...to join the world."

People who cultivate immortals enter the world and are born out of the world are a kind of situation. If they encounter ups and downs and their cultivation is stagnant, the realm is difficult to break through, or they fall into a kind of confusion that is difficult to escape, most people will choose to enter the world and seek a breakthrough in the vast world. s answer.

But this also means that this person's state of mind is blocked. In this case, practitioners are very prone to inner demons. If they find the answer, they will be born. If there is no answer, they will be damaged.

All in all, joining the WTO is not a good thing.

Han Qisheng looked at the young man sitting opposite him. He was dressed lightly in blue, his hair was not tied up, and his slightly loose black hair was a little more comfortable and comfortable than before. His quiet face was much calmer, as if releasing the emotions in his heart.

In the past few years, he may have really changed.

There is a reason for joining the WTO, so he stopped asking questions, kept grinding the medicine in his hand, stared at the wheel axle turning back and forth with his dark eyes, and asked after a while: "Can you think about when to go back?"

Yan Lin wrapped his index finger around the hair on his temples, and said bluntly: "I never thought about it, maybe a year, maybe two years, or maybe longer..."

"That's it... During the few years you left, many things have happened."

Hearing his sudden exclamation, Yan Lin's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

He put down the herbs in his hand, took the square towel that was neatly placed aside and wiped his hands, walked to the tea table and poured tea and said slowly: "Do you know that Chang Tianjian sent Chengshuang as the master three years ago?" After making a public announcement, I will personally select an apprentice for Jianzu."

Yan Lin was taken aback for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.

The hand wrapped around the hair also froze suddenly.

For a moment, the room with strong medicinal fragrance was silent, as if the sound had been brushed away by someone, the sound of sparks from the medicinal furnace became abrupt.

Han Qisheng brought the freshly brewed tea to the square table in front of Yan Lin, watched his expression and sat aside, and continued: "Jianzu has been in seclusion for five years, but he has not yet entered the realm. It is rumored that he was injured. As a direct disciple, you You disappeared. The Changtian Sword Sect has always respected teachers. Such actions are no different from betrayal. The head master Cheng Shuang was furious and asked Jian Zu about your whereabouts, but Jian Zu kept silent. Expelled from Jianmen, but Jianzu refused."

Yan Lin's calm expression moved slightly.

"During the dispute, the head of Chengshuang made a concession and asked Jianzu to accept another apprentice. He can let go of your affairs, and Jianzu... also agreed."

"As soon as the order was issued, young monks of the Changtian Sword Sect came to the mountain gate every day. Today is the third year."

Yan Lin's gaze sank, and he suddenly remembered the vision in the sky when he left. That direction was the forbidden area of ​​the Changtian Sword Sect... Could it be Shi Yuan at that time?

What can hurt Shi Yuan, and what kind of injury can make him stagnate.

Ignoring the obscurity in my heart, the joy that I should have had due to the apprenticeship and injury was not as much as I imagined.

Staring at the white mist rising from the teacup, his voice lingered in his throat for a long time, and he only uttered two words: "...Really."

Han Qisheng took a sip of tea, saw the complex emotions on his face, and then said: "There is still Haoran Immortal Mansion, the master of Yan Mansion has handed things over to Immortal Yiqing."

Yan Lin pursed his lips and focused his eyes. Just a few words distracted him, and his heart suddenly became a little lonely, and he didn't know why he was lonely.

If he really takes in a new apprentice, it's good for him, the old and the new, maybe one day the other party will completely forget him, he will be at ease, and he doesn't need to worry about the things between them anymore, everything will go with the flow Naturally erased over time.

And his elder brother took over the Haoran Immortal Mansion just like the previous two lives.

"As for the other party's Yunjing faction..." Han Qisheng paused after speaking, his penetrating and clean eyes became a little more complicated, and his fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the rim of the cup.

"An Huaicheng, the second son of the Yunjing faction... died."

Yan Lin suddenly turned his face to the side, and looked at Han Qisheng with his eyes slightly open, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, and he recalled in his mind the appearance of making a big disturbance in the Qingfeng Palace of the Changtian Sword Sect, that high-spirited appearance, everything seemed like yesterday.

Such a person—

"...What's going on, with his cultivation in the late stage of transformation, why did it happen?"

Han Qisheng shook his head: "I don't know. It is rumored that the person behind this is the same person who killed the third lady. I am afraid that he deliberately targeted the Yunjing faction, and the body of the second son was found in the fairy pond of the Yunjing faction. I heard that at that time, the head of the Yunjing faction was furious, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a vision. The people who were usually silent were finally touched at this moment. Check it out."

It was the younger sister first, and at this moment, the last person who is connected by blood is lost. Even a saint may not be able to control it. What's more, although he is a land master and has a great cultivation, he is also an elder brother. Such adversity is tortured by heaven. If you don't deal with it well and find the murderer, if you feel a little unstable, it is a sign of inner demons.

Thinking of this, he suddenly changed his mind. If he was in his first life and heard the news of Yan Jin's death, he might be mad and die, and he would take revenge by any means.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt a little calm and sympathetic to the Landlord.

But the two massacres and overhauls were both from the Yunjing faction. He knew the purpose of the person behind it, but why did he always target a gate of the cultivation world that he could not hide from the world all the year round, as if he had some blood feud...

"Has this Yunjing faction offended anyone?" Yan Lin asked.

"Probably not. They seldom leave Yunwaitian, so how could they have any enmity with anyone?" Han Qisheng sighed slightly, with a hint of sympathy.

"Whether it's the cultivation gate or the casual cultivator now, people are panicking because of this one after another..."

Yan Lin turned sideways, looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the house, a few birds flew in the forest, and the breeze blew through the branches with withered yellow leaves, making a creaking sound, and a few leaves swirled in the air. Floating down, everything is alive, everything is just spring and autumn.

"Hasn't Zhongtian Realm always been ups and downs? When did it stop......"

The surface is calm and the waves are turbulent in the dark, and it has always been like this.

Han Qisheng looked at his drooping eyelashes, half-contained the light in his eyes, his calm face showed a bit of the indifference of a disciple of the Buddhist clan, as if everything was far away from him, detached from him, just now After a few words, although his expression changed, it was only a matter of a few moments, and the next moment he returned to the leisure of a wanderer.

"In the past few years, you have changed a lot?"

Yan Lin raised his eyes to look at him, appraised his own face and said with a smile: "Is my appearance changed? There is no spirit in my body, and I am in the lower realm again. Maybe I am getting older with time."

Han Qisheng looked straight into his eyes: "No, your appearance has not changed, but your heart has changed."

Yan Lin didn't refute when he heard it, but slowly stood up and picked up the bamboo hat that was put aside: "There is no reason for the ups and downs in the lower realm." After speaking, he was about to put on the bamboo hat.

"I'm back!" A crisp girl's voice sounded by the door, interrupting Yan Lin's movements.

Both looked towards the door.

I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old girl standing at the door, wearing a red blouse, with half-length hair tied into two buns with a red string, with delicate features, and baby-fat face full of immature, bright eyes He looked at Yan Lin without hesitation, and his and Han Qisheng's probing eyes moved back and forth.

Yan Lin stared at the waist-length child, then turned around in shock: "You... when did you have a daughter?"

Han Qisheng frowned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he stepped forward and touched the top of the child's head: "What are you talking about, my adopted sister is called Xiaoyu."

The little girl nodded towards Yan Lin, and said solemnly, "Yes, it's my sister."

Looking at this serious little face, he was overjoyed, put the bamboo hat in his hand aside, knelt down, looked straight at her, and raised his hand to touch her round cheek: "Then if Xiaoyu is willing to call me Qing and brother , How about I give you three bunches of candied haws?"

Yan Lin seduces softly, and then wants to say something, but only hears a soft voice calling: "Qing and brother."

Very crisp.

Yan Lin froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Good job, with my demeanor back then!"

……

The mountains are clear and the morning mist is lingering. Below the Changtian Sword Sect peaks is a silent valley. There is no clear season in the Middle Heaven Realm. Withered leaves fall to the ground and new leaves bloom. It is autumn and green. Dye, full of pleasant colors.

At the foot of Jianpai Mountain, there is an endless stream of young people on the quiet path in the past. The grass on the side of the path has been trampled to nothing. These are monks from the Zhongtian Realm who responded to the call. They are all dressed in gorgeous hair and costumes. Holding a long sword in his arms, he looked at the high mountain in the distance, staring at the golden palace on the mountain, with excitement, joy, and anticipation in his eyes.

That is Qingfeng Palace, the main hall of Changtian Sword Sect, and their final test will be held in the square in front of the main hall.

There are quite a few checkpoints from the foot of the mountain to the peak. They used up all their savings, changed their sabers, and bought magic weapons, just for today, they tried their best to stand in front of that hall and become the disciples of Sword Ancestor!

If one can enter the sect of the Sword Ancestor, wouldn't the mastery of swordsmanship be within reach!

On the square, surrounded by a group of inner disciples, a few people in the center of the venue fell to the ground and howled.

Guan Linyi was dressed in white clothes, standing with a sword in his right hand, a huge and sharp sword energy hit his body along with the breeze, his expressionless face was cold and solemn, and his sharp eyes were filled with displeasure flames.

For three years, there is no one who can fight against him, and all the duels are not half as good as those two people back then!

How can such aptitude become a disciple of the uncle, it's a waste!