Chapter 837

Yilin still has many questions to ask.

Asked, Yilin was addicted.

Inside the pivot, the little coconut and the little white flower are almost cold.

But for Yilin, the problem is not big.

This is a fact that has long been known.

The bat didn't know whether he was tired, lazy or not. After that, he shook his wings and flew to the tree to curl up. His claws grabbed the poor and stunted "charm coconut" and closed his eyes to hoard.

Yilin was helpless. He thought about entering the spiritual space, and soon, so he returned to the outside.

At this point, Yilin finally unlocked the new playing method of his mental state and came and went freely.

As soon as his eyes opened and closed, he returned to the wooden house.

Outside the house, the bird's song was clear and crisp, and strands of dazzling light penetrated through the gap of the wooden house, casting a mottled halo on Yilin's face.

it's dawn.

I didn't expect it to be a night.

It took a lot of time to chat with green all night.

What Irene wanted to do was delayed.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, you can enter the pivot at any time. Just wait for the next night.

So Yilin quickly got up from the simple bed, fetched water and washed, and picked several wild fruits native to Fangyuan mountain to satisfy his hunger and thirst.

When Yilin came to the villa on the top of fangyuanshan mountain along the way, the flower boy took his seat on time and began his daily teaching.

What he taught today is the layout points of each type of array technique.

The other six new inner disciples had long listened eagerly and thirsty for knowledge.

Yilin quietly opened the [shadow follows suit] and sat in the corner.

As the flower boy talked, he suddenly found another person with a stiff smile on his face, but he soon recovered his calm.

When did this man come?

An idea flashed through the flower boy's mind.

Although Yilin is late, he can't help it. It doesn't mean he's not easy to learn.

He carefully wrote down every word of the flower boy, digested it secretly, and confirmed it one by one with his own knowledge.

He has the foundation of magic, crystal grain and supreme flow magic. He learns quickly and can even draw inferences from one instance.

Array is a skill. What makes Yilin feel most interesting is the means of its layout.

Reiki is the core energy supply in array technology, but there are many sources of Reiki supply. In addition to the most serious spirit stones, magic weapons full of spirit, or other flowers and trees, can form an array, which is very magical.

To put it bluntly, this "asymmetry" also contains the "rules", but the rules are more hazy and not easy to learn.

After a class, it was sunset and dusk.

As a registered disciple, Yilin is not qualified to ask questions. When others came forward to ask, Yilin quietly left again and didn't have too much intersection with Huatong and others.

"Ren Qingshan stays in the house every day and doesn't go out. It's hard to break into his other garden."

Yilin often observes bieyuan. Although he doesn't release his perception, he knows that Ren Qingshan is in the house and rarely goes out.

He can't rush in so as not to scare the snake.

Before night, Yilin came to the shore of Fangyuan mountain.

This is the place to look for cranes, which is equivalent to a wharf or a bus stop.

A crane dances lightly in the sky, graceful and flexible.

"It's troublesome that you don't have the qualification of an external disciple."

Yilin watched on the dock for a long time. When he was thinking about catching the crane to ride today, he happened to see one of the cranes. The dog was sneaking, shrinking his wings and flying out of the mountain.

"It's you."

Yilin blew a whistle, stretched out the invisible "big finger technique" and poked behind the crane's ass, which scared the crane into convulsion and nearly crashed.

When the crane staggers and comes to Yilin with a sad face, Yilin finally understands why the crane's action is so obscene.

It's really lucky. It looks like the poor crane that Yilin once rode on.

"You don't want me to use strong?"

Yilin squinted, smiled gently and stroked the crane's feathers.

The crane hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed.

"It seems easy to tame monsters."

Yilin was familiar with the light car and took off on a crane.

This time, he came to Yanmo mountain.

On Ren Qingshan's side, after tasting the sweetness of the fox pretending to be a tiger, Yilin didn't bother to talk nonsense. He went directly up the mountain and was stopped outside by a disciple of Yanmo mountain.

"Bold, only registered disciples, dare to break into Yanmo mountain without permission!"

The inner disciple guarding the door was furious when he saw that there were two registered disciple badges hanging on Yilin's waist.

But in his anger, he felt puzzled.

Two... Registered disciple waist token?

How could it be two?

"Hello, senior brother. I'm in a hurry. I'm reckless. Please forgive me." Yilin felt that there was no need to force in front of the ordinary disciples, so he made a full gesture, arched his hands, and said with a smile, "Lin Yi, a registered disciple of the mission garden and Fangyuan mountain, came to see the calligraphy and painting elders at the order of the two elders."

Yilin thought he was kind with a smile, but the inner disciple guarding the door somehow felt that the smile was full of provocation. He kneaded the formula in his hand and prepared to be rough. He said coldly, "hum, where are the registered disciples? Didn't your elders teach you to abide by the door rules? Calligraphy and painting elders, are you a small registered disciple? See you when you say it? Where do you think my Yanmo mountain is?"

Hearing this, Yilin was not angry. His face was calm. He touched the wordless token given by Chenbei and said in a loud voice in the yard, "Lin Yi, friend of Chenbei, asks to see the calligraphy and painting elder."

"You --"

The gatekeeper's face turned black when he saw that Yilin dared to make a noise during the rest of the calligraphy and painting elders. If you can't stop this guy, if the calligraphy and painting elders care about it, isn't it his fault?

He suddenly took out the thick brush from his waist and nodded to Yilin's chest. The tip of the brush was not stained with ink, but it had brought a little black halo.

"Good talent, stop."

A lazy voice came from the house.

The door opened silently, and a graceful woman came with seven color streamers on her feet.

Look closely, the seven color streamer under the woman's feet is said to be light, but it is more like seven color ink. With the woman's steps, the seven color ink under her feet changes its posture, sometimes like flowers and sometimes like stars. The special effects are very good.

The woman has a half mask on her face. The pattern on the mask is a pair of gorgeous dragon and Phoenix color embroidery. With the woman's approach, the dragon and Phoenix on the mask seem to live. The dragon and Phoenix's eyes shine brightly, as if staring at Yilin on the mask.

While the other party is looking at Yilin, Yilin is also looking at the calligraphy and painting elder.

According to the information he got from Jiannanchun in advance.

The elder of calligraphy and painting, the teacher of painting smoke, I don't know the true or false name, gender, female, top secret age, unknown appearance, gentle personality, likes to sleep, lives in a house all the year round, is independent of the world, and belongs to the elder of the most Buddhist system in the door. There is no one. Currently single, not married yet.

Although it is not clear why Jiannanchun knows so much about the calligraphy and painting elders, Yilin is too lazy to ask when he has the information.

After shihuayan asked the gatekeeper to step down, he seemed to look at Yilin's face for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to Yilin.

Her finger skin is very white, her five fingers are thin, and her nails are moist and bright. It gives people a feeling of weakness and tenderness.

This is a woman who came out of the picture.

Yilin secretly evaluated each other's temperament.

Although the teacher painted Yan's face with dragon and Phoenix embroidered face, he couldn't see his expression clearly. But from her soft voice, there was no joy or sadness, like the feeling of just waking up and talking in a dream word by word.

"Let me see... Your token."

"OK."

Yilin handed the wordless order to Shihua Yan.

Shihua Yan holds the wordless token in his hand and rubs it with his ten fingers for a moment.

This token, Yilin, was already very familiar. There should have been words on it, but the side with words was worn off, leaving only a rough scratch. It didn't look good.

"From today on, Lin Yi, you will be a registered disciple of calligraphy and painting mountain. You can come here every evening to listen in. On the 13th of every month, you will teach yourself the Dharma. Don't forget."

Shihuayan returns the wordless token to Yilin. Listening to her voice, she smiles a little more.

The identity token of a registered disciple engraved with numbers floated into Yilin's hand along with the wordless token.

So far,

Yilin hung the waist tags of three registered disciples on his waist.

Three waist badges were strung on the belt and collided with each other, making a dull noise.

Erin began to have a headache.

If it goes on like this, his waist... No, his belt, I'm afraid it can't hang down!