Chapter 821

Time flies.

It has been half a year.

Yilin, a member of the human race, is 13 and a half years old. He belongs to the Tianjian sect. He is a glorious... Factotum disciple.

Half a year, half a year!

Jiannanchun is a dog. Does he know how I came here in the past six months! Ah?

One morning.

tequila sunrise.

The sky is shining.

Yi Lin got up from the wooden bed board of the private single room and the extremely luxurious single apartment assigned by the sect, picked up the carved wooden man around him, and made a mark on the wooden man with the family carpenter's knife presented by Lin Fu in tears before he left.

In this era without electronic calendar, AI housekeeper, clock and mobile phone.

Yilin formed the habit of recording the days.

From Uncle Chenbei, the disciple of Wannian factotum, Yilin learned that the place where Tianjian gate is located is located in a "fairyland on earth".

According to his description, Yilin speculated that this is likely to be a "secret place".

Or "special point", or "copy", in short, it is a small world hidden in the big world.

However, the time flow in tianjianmen immortal's territory is no different from the secular world.

Six hours is a day and six hours is a night.

Day and night alternate, and the sun and moon are in the sky.

So Yilin invented the timer himself.

That's a little wooden man he carved by hand.

The word "Jiannanchun" is engraved on the back of the wooden man.

Every day and night, Yilin carved a knife on the "Jiannanchun wooden man".

Up to now, 189 shallow fine marks have been engraved. There are not many knives and many knives. There are so many dense knives that the wooden man has almost no spare space.

"It's time to carve a new wooden man."

Yilin slipped the "timer" puppet under the quilt and went outside. There is a clear stream flowing down the mountain through the factotum. It was misty in the morning, cool and moistening. Yilin beat a basin of water in a wooden basin. After a simple wash, while there was no movement in other wooden houses, he sat on a large stone with a simple straw cattail on it.

This is his usual place to meditate and accept Qi.

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale

"Poof."

Suck, suck, a fart leaked from the back door of Yilin... It leaked.

"Wow, hahaha -"

A delicate little man came out from behind Yilin's neck and laughed wantonly in his ear.

"Didn't you say that there are many experts here, and their spiritual range can almost cover the whole hanging fairy mountain. If I find you, I can't explain."

Yilin pinched the toothpick thick arm of "mini" Bai Xiaoyi, mentioned it in front of him, and scolded with a black face.

"Gee, young master, didn't you say that your boundary could isolate most of the spiritual exploration a few months ago?"

Bai Xiaoyi was pinched in his hand by Yilin and couldn't move. He couldn't help curling up and pretending to be miserable.

"Would you like to have a snack? I can isolate most of the spiritual exploration, but I didn't say I can completely ignore it. You forget that I told you more than ten years ago that you can live a long life if you can live in a strange and unknown place, and if you can't be exposed, you can't be exposed."

"Young master," in the other ear of Yilin, an "elf" the size of a palm and wearing a mini red dress, shaking his long white hair, pure and clean, with a cold face, reminded in a helpless tone: "who was that, sneaking outside wanjuan mountain last night to explore the prohibition of Lingshan?"

This is another Mini villain. When you look carefully, it is the shrunk Nie Hongxiu.

After Nie Hongxiu shrunk, she was a little less mature and a little more pure. Standing with Bai Xiaoyi, she looked like a pair of fairy sisters. Of course, in fact, in their original story, the real relationship between them is not mother and daughter. It's just that they lose their memory after ghosts, and then make mistakes.

Yilin was blocked by two little mother spirits, one by one, so he could only keep a straight face, swing his master's dignity, cough twice, refute: "I didn't just explore and rub outside, didn't I go in? I really went in, and I had been found long ago."

Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other and silently refuted Yi Lin's habitual sophistry.

In the past six months.

Yilin began to grow long hair.

I don't know whether the food here has added hormones.

Since he came here, even if he eats light materials every day, his height is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he came, he was 1.4 meters. Up to now, Yilin has a height of 1.6 meters.

If Yilin goes to the brothel and changes into royal clothes now, he really has the style of a plain and handsome young man.

Half a year's long hair was not cut, and Yilin was used to growing long hair. He tied his hair behind his head with a firm straw rope, like a horsetail.

After receiving Qi in the morning, Yilin was harassed by the two mother spirits and didn't want to fight again. He slapped Xiaomei who was going to drill out of her long hair and say a few words back, got up, picked up a shoulder pole from the wooden house, selected two from the row of wooden barrels in front of the worker's house, and went to the stream.

"XIAOLINZI, it's early."

When Yilin was ready to start to work, uncle Chenbei opened the door. He smiled and washed with a basin and smiled at Yilin.

"Hello, Uncle Chen."

Yilin loosened his hands from the shoulder pole and suddenly his shoulders sank. The straw sandals on his feet suddenly pressed down an inch into the mud, and the whole person sank. But he didn't change his face. He arched his hands to uncle Chenbei to say hello.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Hehe."

Chen Bei waved his hand and turned back to the wooden house.

After uncle Chenbei returned to his house, other wooden houses began to move one after another.

Now there are 26 factotum disciples in the factotum class, including uncle Chenbei and Yilin.

Among the 26 factotum disciples, the one who stayed the longest was the white haired uncle Chenbei. Naturally, the youngest and tender newcomer was Yilin.

After being here for half a year, Yilin understood the meaning of what Jiannanchun said six months ago.

When Yilin first came, there were actually 27 people in the factotum class.

Until now, only one person was transferred and officially became a disciple outside Tianjian gate.

It is said that his career from a factotum disciple to an outside disciple lasted nearly ten years.

When he left, he burst into tears and roared into the sky to vent his joy.

Yilin can understand, but can't imagine.

How can this kind of factotum career last for ten years, day after day, year after year.

If it were Yilin, Tianjian gate would be here.

Who do you look down on?

At that time, Yilin thought so.

As for now, Yilin doesn't matter much.

As for the reason... Ha ha.

……

The barrel on the shoulder is very heavy.

On the day when he first arrived, uncle Chenbei instructed Yilin how to carry water and what process the factotum disciple should follow every day.

At that time, Yilin didn't care. He carried an empty barrel on his shoulder and almost dried the young him into the soil.

Until uncle Chenbei happily lifted the barrel from Yilin's shoulder with one hand, Yilin finally understood that the barrel was wrong.

What kind of bucket is it made of, asshole?

Later, uncle Chenbei explained that these barrels were all made of Jinding Chenyuan wood produced in nanzhanbuzhou. This kind of wood is used to refine magic weapons, which is of little use. One notable feature of this kind of wood... Is its extra weight. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than 600 kilograms. No wonder Yilin, who is thin and weak, can't carry it alone.

So how did the seemingly old uncle Chenbei resist?

Is he really a peerless strong man hidden in the factotum?

No, the plot is not so bloody.

In fact, uncle Chenbei can carry these barrels for a simple reason.

——Gas refining.

There is a special Dharma array inside the barrel. As long as the breath flows continuously, the chief officer can reduce the weight of the barrel and achieve the effect of lifting as light as a weight.

Once the breath is cut off or the flow is not smooth, the barrel will be pressed down again, crushing people.

This water lifting project alone has all kinds of profound meanings, which makes Yilin open his eyes.

"The focus is on breathing."

As soon as Yilin's eyes opened and closed, there was a small surge of air flow around his limbs and bones, and his feet sank into the soil were raised again. He hummed a little song easily, walked with flexible steps, followed the winding path, filled two wooden barrels with clean water, and went to the mountain.

meanwhile.

At the top of the main peak of the suspended mountain.

There is a different garden here.

In the courtyard of bieyuan, there are purple flowers that do not wither all year round, and a dead tree with no leaves on it.

On the bluestone slab full of purple petals, there is a stone table, two stone stools, and two old people in Taoist robes.

The two old people don't know guigeng this year. They have white hair, but they have ruddy faces, delicate skin and beautiful eyebrows, which can be called crane hair and child's face.

The most amazing thing is that the facial features of the two old people are almost printed in the same mold. No matter how close you look, you can't see any difference.

Between the two old men, on the stone table, there was a chessboard.

The number of vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard is 19, which is clearly an ordinary go.

One of the old men, with a sunspot in his hand, looked at the empty chessboard and did not fall.

The two old men closed their eyes tightly, and their eyes moved under their eyes, like thinking or looking at something.

"He is Lin Yi from qingniu mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou."

"Yes, Lin Yi."

"Half a year,"

"No matter how mediocre a monk is, he should also be repaired to the fifth floor of gas receiving."

"But why is he still hovering on the second floor of gas receiving?"

Their conversation was very strange.

The former just said half a sentence, and the latter hardly paused and connected smoothly. Their conversation sounds as smooth as a person talking to himself.

"The breath is smooth when the child moves,"

"But when the sea of Qi condenses and disperses, it gathers time and space, and it is difficult to become a big weapon."

"But,"

"But he understood the trick of 'refining blood and coagulating swordsmanship'."

"Oh? It's the chicken rib -"

"Who gave it to him?"

"The leader is supreme."

"How?" The old man who spoke first finally opened his eyes and said in surprise.

"Why not?" Then the old man who spoke opened his eyes: "Oh, brother, you opened your eyes first, but you didn't respect me for my brother, so you did it first."

The latter was annoyed when he heard the speech.

The white boy landed on the chessboard with a slap.

"Luozi, Tianyuan."

"... you just want to lose?"

The two put away their spiritual knowledge and began to fight fiercely on the checkerboard. You come and I go, and don't give in to each other.

An hour later, Luozi Tianyuan... Suffered a disastrous defeat.