Chapter 807

Wang Xiaohu took his knife and disappeared into the jungle.

Maple leaves all over the sky, behind Wang Xiaohu's ass, paved a Golden Avenue.

"Oh, boy."

Yilin turned over and sat on the branch with his back against the tree pole, reading the family secret script.

During this time, because Yilin is busy with all kinds of things, she can finally find time to think about it.

Of course, Yilin didn't expect much from this secret script.

Because among the five talents, the talent level of [ancient rhyme] is not too high.

And the secret script in his hand is broken and incomplete. It is obviously a fragmented copy.

Yilin opened the first page with her left hand... It was torn away.

No wonder it's an incomplete secret script.

However, Yilin didn't care. He looked directly from the second page.

No, the difficulty of reading ancient books came up at once, which made Yilin feel a little superior.

First of all, the reading order of the secret script is opposite to that of modern people. It is read from right to left and from top to bottom.

However, after 13 years in this world, Yilin was not fooling around in vain. After a little habit, Yilin forcibly corrected his deep-rooted reading habits.

Secondly, the ancient books came face-to-face, full of strange words, fake words, difficult words, seemingly words and not words. Reading, Yilin looked confused and full of fog.

Is this special for people?

At least with some vivid "illustrations"!

Yilin and Lin's family handed down secret scripts.

He held the script in his left hand and turned it page by page. His right hand involuntarily launched his skills. The breeze rolled up and formed "wind walls" around Yilin that were difficult to observe by the naked eye.

The power of this skill is limited to this.

——[wind body].

The incomplete [cloud body wind body skill · wind body skill] can wrap a layer of wind barrier around the body when launching skills. It has little defense, but it can offset the trajectory of missiles, bullets and other long-range attacks to a certain extent.

This low-level skill can also play some life-saving role when Yilin just started his career. But when Yilin reaches the extraordinary and is proficient in the use of reading power, this ability is like a chicken rib and has little effect. This is also the reason why Yilin has been pressing this skill at the bottom of the box and is too lazy to use it.

An hour later.

Yilin turned the whole secret script three times.

To be exact, there is only half of this secret script.

The rest is in his body.

I don't know if this arrangement is a coincidence or has another meaning.

"Wind body" was mastered by him in the form of skills.

The remaining "cloud body" is recorded in the secret script in your hand.

If it's not a coincidence, there must be a reason for Xiao Xi's arrangement.

Therefore, Yilin is more interested in this secret script.

He yawned lazily, changed his posture, shook his legs, stretched himself, and the day passed in an instant.

The setting sun sets at dusk.

Yilin overlooks the maple forest from high, and the whole forest is stained with a layer of golden glow.

Yilin looked at the bright scene and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Originally, this is the real origin of the name of "Golden Temple".

"Beautiful."

Looking at the temple on the top of the mountain, Yilin secretly decided that one day when he returned to the snow mountain station, he would also build another mountain in the maple forest and build a temple on the mountain for vacation.

Suddenly.

The disordered thoughts flashed in Yilin's brain, and there was some melancholy at the bottom of her heart.

Thirteen years.

I don't know how they are doing in the station.

What's more, what's the ratio of time passing between here and the periphery.

Will the thing he was worried about really happen?

Will it?

"I will go back, I will."

Yilin's eyes opened and closed and returned to calm.

Gently flicked his hand, and three figures appeared beside Yilin.

Nie Hongxiu looked at Yilin's back. Now they can be said to be the people who watched Yilin grow up with their own eyes. Even if Yilin doesn't say anything or mention anything, Nie Hongxiu, Bai Xiaoyi and Jiayang Qinmei all feel the loneliness and loneliness deeply buried in Yilin's heart.

The three mother spirits are the only connection between Yilin and the real world in this world. Every time he saw the three mother spirits, Yilin remembered from the past, reposing all kinds of things in the real world.

Thirteen years.

Thirteen years.

How many times in life can you come back?

How many thirteen years of life?

The three mother spirits, who remained unchanged after 13 years, looked at Yi Lin's slightly thin back and looked at each other.

Finally, they made eye contact and decided to speak by the most mature and stable Nie Hongxiu.

"Officials."

Nie Hongxiu was about to say something.

Yilin raised a finger: "Shh, don't make noise."

Nie Hongxiu stared.

Hasn't she started arguing yet?

Yilin seemed to be able to read his mind and replied, "you're thinking. It's bothering me."

At this time.

Even if the fetters between them are very advanced, Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu still have the impulse to beat their master.

Yilin turned his back to them and whispered, "read quietly."

Nie Hongxiu suddenly became less angry and sighed: "you have grown up."

"Don't say such things that will make people misunderstand."

Nie Hongxiu was silent, stretched out his materialized palm, gently stroked Yi Lin's hair, and his eyes were full of maternal love.

"Don't make trouble."

Yilin poked away Nie Hongxiu's hand.

Nie Hongxiu refused to admit defeat and touched it again. Oh, she suddenly found that it felt good.

Yilin pushed away again.

Nie Hongxiu touched it again.

Yilin Ao couldn't care less.

Finally, the three mother spirits scrambled to touch it.

The scene was once chaotic.

This squat is three days and two nights.

Beside the Golden Temple, everyone in the forest is very patient and seems to be an old hand.

They crouched in the forest, motionless and steady as wang'er.

Seeing that no major event had happened, Yilin read the book for three days just outside Jiannanchun's detection range.

Hungry to eat dry food, thirsty to drink water, rarely quiet.

He felt himself getting started.

As a matter of fact, this is a cultivation script from the beginning to the earth, from shallow to deep.

The secret script records the cultivation methods of ordinary people from scratch.

Ancient books clearly say that the world is full of aura. The eyes can't see, the nose can't smell, but Reiki is everywhere.

If ordinary people want to feel Reiki, they have to go through a process of "feeling Qi" in order to have the qualification of real cultivation.

This qualification is called "talent".

Some talented people, perhaps in childhood, have been ignorant, aware of the existence of "Reiki", and spontaneously absorb it.

Here, the foundation of cultivation lies in "breathing in", breathing in is "receiving", exhaling is "spitting out", Qi sinks into the elixir field is "gathering", and breath circulation is "transportation".

To put it bluntly... That is "breathing".

The point is to breathe.

Eh, why is it around breathing again?

Erin wondered.

Is it true that all forces have the same goal by different paths?

For Yilin, the step of "feeling Qi" was skipped directly.

This is not based on Irene's talent, but on several lifetimes of experience.

Yilin, who has experienced the old way, could have been aware of the existence of "aura" a long time ago.

In fact, the carved wooden stakes he made are also using the aura dispersed in the air to save psionic power.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he became a half bucket of water friar.

Yilin was quite moved.

Sure enough, no matter in which world or era, scientific knowledge and theory are common.

No matter how ridiculous and absurd the two are, we can find out the common ground after explaining them with "science".

So Deng repeatedly stressed that young people should believe in science.

Yilin realized.

"Master, there seems to be movement on the mountain!"

Bai Xiaoyi, who has been around Yilin and bubbles from time to time, and works as a reading companion, sentry, fan and pinch shoulders, suddenly made a sound to remind Yilin that there was something moving in the distance.

In the past three days, the sound of killing came faintly from the foot of the Golden Temple, which was very quiet.

Bursts of fire surged from the woods at night.

Yilin raised his eyelids a little, looked at him from a distance, and lowered his head again.

"Well, no hurry."

With that, Yilin turned another page of the ancient books in his hand.