Chapter 820

Ah~

The feeling of going home.

On the "big black", Jiannanchun carried his hands, faced the sea breeze, and his long hair was all behind his head.

He fought hard for this trip down the mountain. He didn't have many opportunities to be quiet and alone with younger martial sister along the way. Jiannanchun is enjoying this rare peace at the moment.

But suddenly, he felt something wrong.

The boy surnamed Lin next to him squatted down and stirred up something.

Jian nanchun narrowed his eyes and looked at the gap. He was so frightened that cold sweat came out.

"Evil... Stop!"

He found that Yilin was picking the "floor" with his fingers.

Hiss~

He dare not do it!

How dare you?

Jiannanchun was so frightened that he suddenly lifted Yilin up. Yilin flashed innocent childlike eyes and looked at Jiannanchun: "I'm just curious."

"Oh," not far away, the elder turned his back to several people and smiled: "it doesn't matter. Everyone has a childish heart. For many years, no one dares to scratch big black's back. Big black feels a little interesting."

Interesting?

What else?

Jiannanchun is also interested and wants to learn from Yilin.

Then the elder saw through Jian nanchun's mind and gently reminded him, "if you catch it again, Da Hei will be really angry."

Jian nanchun: "

He gave up the foolish idea in an instant.

"Elder martial brother, what is big black?"

When Yilin was put back by Jiannanchun, he was not angry and asked with a shy face.

"Shh -"

Jian nanchun glared at Yi Lin and raised an index finger. When he hissed, a little saliva came out of his mouth because he was too hard.

Yilin asked the elder again, "excuse me, can't we talk here?"

Then the elder turned his head and looked at Yi Lin. he was a little surprised at his gentle face. Then his eyes showed some interest. He nodded regardless of his status and answered Yi Lin's question: "Oh, you need to be quiet on big black back. But you are not a disciple of Tianjian sect now, so you don't need to follow the rules. Nanchun, you don't need to be restrained. Answer him."

Yilin looked at Jiannanchun proudly.

Jiannanchun's face turned black directly.

However, all the elders of the Tianjian sect spoke, and Jiannanchun could only say: "Dahei is the Zhenhai monster of the Tianjian sect. It has the blood of the ancient monster 'Kun' in its body. After being tamed by the ancestors of the Tianjian sect, it has been responsible for leading the disciples of the sect to Xianshan together with the elders of the Tianjian sect for many years."

Yilin thought for a moment, and then crossed out his index finger. With his other hand, he made an image gesture of a man stepping on his head: "can't you fly with your sword? Can't you fly in directly?"

"Oh," Jian nanchun said for the child's ignorance, feeling funny: "Tianjian gate is a place where you can enter and come out if you want? There are countless prohibitions around Tianjian gate. Once these prohibitions are triggered, let alone death or injury. Many years ago, there was a disciple who didn't know how thick the sky is and wanted to sneak out of Xianshan. Guess what happened?"

"Oh?"

"Hey, the defected disciple has been lost in the prohibition for ten years. He can't go to sea or return to the mountain. When he was fished out of the prohibition by the elders in the door five years later, he was as thin as a firewood, dying and lost his old style."

Hearing Jiannanchun's words, Xia Xiaoman, who had little thoughts in his heart not long ago, suddenly turned white. He bit his lips and hugged the brocade bag in his arms. His eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.

Next, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Yilin stopped asking, Jiannanchun stopped talking, and Xia Xiaoman bowed his head and was depressed.

Only then lead the elder, in the sea breeze, humming a long tune softly. There are thoughts precipitation in the depths of his eyes, floating out of the dust, and he seems to be in a good mood.

No words all the way.

There seems to be some force in the sea fog. When Yilin detects something wrong, he senses the power of reading a little and puts it out a little for testing.

He found that these sea fog, whether pure natural or man-made, was what Jiannanchun called "Prohibition", which greatly limited the expansion of Yilin's perceptual tentacles. In perception, the sea fog is like high-density and thick sea water, which is sticky and obscure, making it difficult for his "tentacles" to move.

The vision in front of them became more and more hazy, and several people seemed to go deep into the fog area, allowing the "mixed race Kun" to carry them into the unknown field.

Yilin noticed that Xia Xiaoman, who was uneasy in the sea fog, involuntarily approached Yilin a little. Their shoulders were almost flush and pasted together gently across their thin clothes.

Perhaps, in Xia Xiaoman's heart, among the five people, only Yilin, who is also an "ordinary person" with her, can bring her some psychological comfort.

Finally.

The mist dissipated.

Bursts of clear bird singing came from a distance and suddenly opened up in front of the five people.

When the new scene appeared in front of Yilin and Xia Xiaoman, they both opened their mouths and were obviously restrained.

A vast, flat cone-shaped suspended continent floats on the sea, hundreds of meters away from the ground.

In the center of the suspended continent, a high mountain rises into the clouds, and gentle white columns of light pierce through layers of clouds and fall obliquely all over the suspended mountain.

Hanging mountain, lush, dense forest, bamboo forest, red leaves, yellow grassland, colorful and gorgeous.

From the top of the hanging mountain, there seems to be a spring. It flows down the mountain stream and converges into streams from top to bottom. Finally, it fell to the bottom of the hanging mountain and became a snow-white waterfall. From a distance, the colorful hanging mountain was like a charming beauty, wearing a beautiful belly pocket and wrapped with white silk and satin, dancing on the sea.

Around the towering hanging mountain, there are small peaks that rotate slowly around the main peak like satellites, also standing in the air. Groups of black and white cranes form a team and shuttle between the mountains.

If you have good eyesight, you can even see monks walking together and laughing side by side in the sky.

Xia Xiaoman comes from the royal family. Although she has never seen anything of honor, wealth and honor, the scene in front of her is really beyond her scope of knowledge.

In the past, she only heard that monks from other places have great powers. The fairy mountain where they live can be called a paradise and a fairyland on earth. I thought it was just an exaggerated legend, but I didn't expect it to be true.

The reason why Yilin was surprised was a little different from Xia Xiaoman. His first reaction was to integrate this design concept into his residence and make the residence of the Apocalypse guild bigger and stronger and better.

After 13 years, Yilin thought of the station again, the apocalypse, and all kinds of things in reality. His mind immediately calmed down, smiled, and his eyes were free of waves.

Then the elder seemed not to care, but in fact he had been paying attention to the special youth mentioned in Jiannanchun's "letter passing paper crane". He noticed that Yilin returned to calm in a short time, and his heart looked up to Yilin's mind.

The huge body of "hybrid Kun" can't go to Xianshan naturally. Then the elder Chao Jiannanchun and Chao Rushuang beckoned. The latter two knew each other. Like the Tathagata, one person took one and flew to Xianshan.

Close to Xianshan mountain, I found that a wooden house was built near the waterfalls on the ground floor. The wooden houses stood side by side. Yilin looked like a humble public toilet.

Jiannanchun flew to the "public toilet" with Yilin.

Yilin instantly had a bad feeling.

"Princess Daqing, come with me."

The elder who took the lead stepped on the void, and with a move, the long Princess holding the brocade bag involuntarily changed from Chao Rushuang's hand to the elder who took the lead.

With the eldest princess Xia Xiaoman, the elder kept rising and flew straight to the top of the mountain.

"Wait, what about me?"

When Yilin saw it, he was not happy. He pointed to the "public toilet" in Yilin's eyes and flew away without looking back.

艹?

Really those public toilets?

Big grass came out of Yilin's heart.

Sure enough.

Jiannanchun takes Yilin to the front of mulu. Yilin squints and stares at Jiannanchun improperly, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Cough," Jian nanchun coughed twice. He seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but his face was still light and pretended. He couldn't see any guilt.

Jian nanchun put Yi Lin near the mulu, put his hands on his back and said to Yi Lin in a deep and long tone: "Lin Yi, since you are destined for our Tianjian gate, from today on, you are the official registered... Factotum disciple of our Tianjian gate."

"Factotum... Disciple?" Yilin stretched out his hand and touched behind him. He was hesitating whether to take out a mouthful of "annihilation", or a mouthful of "disaster", or a shuttle... No, two shuttle fresh and hot bullets.

Yilin wants to teach Jiannanchun how to be a good elder martial brother... And teach you how to be a man.

"Younger martial brother, don't worry." Jiannanchun noticed that Yilin's tone was not good. In order to stabilize Yilin's mood, he shamelessly shouted to his younger martial brother.

Younger martial brother, have you agreed?

Shameless!

Jiannanchun Road:

"Tianjian sect is the supreme sect of Taoism. You can't get started easily. It's a great blessing for many people to be a factotum disciple in the secular world. As long as you become a factotum disciple, you will have the opportunity to practice on Xianshan mountain. Once you show enough talent, you will be looked upon by the elders, and you will have a great opportunity to enter the outer gate and become a formal disciple of Tianjian sect."

What does this guy mean, can only be upgraded step by step?

Yilin thought, calmed down and put his hand behind him back to his side.

Jiannanchun suddenly felt that he just seemed to pass by something, a strange illusion.

"How long will it take?"

Yilin asked again.

"This..."

When Jiannanchun was trying to answer with what words, in a wooden house not far away, an old man with bent waist and white hair stepped out of the wooden house with an empty barrel hanging on both sides of the shoulder pole.

"Factotum disciple, Chen Bei, see, see, see elder martial brother. Cough, cough..."

Seeing Jiannanchun here, the old man quickly put down his shoulder pole and barrel and bowed to Jiannanchun. But it seems that because the action was too violent, the old man took a breath and gave out a non violent dry cough.

"No need to be polite."

Jian nanchun put the score in front of the old man in front of Yi Lin's face, then turned back, shrugged and left a meaningful sentence:

"Look, younger martial brother, it's not long, but it varies from person to person."

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