Chapter 841

Finally... Yilin fell asleep for no reason.

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Green likes sleeping very much.

Yilin was curious whether green was male or female, and had such a regular work and rest.

On the contrary, Yilin forced himself into a top and kept turning day and night.

Day after day, night after night, rain or wind, day and night.

Lin Yi, a super model worker and fickle, unknowingly became a celebrity in Tianjian gate.

Many people may not know who is Jiannanchun and who is Chao Rushuang, but they will know Lin Yi.

Because Lin Yi's appearance frequency is too high.

Lin Yi can almost be seen in any vein of Tianjian gate when there are public lectures.

Some people wonder that the energy of monks is not endless. No monk can master every kind of Taoism. If a friar can succeed in one of them, he can run amok in the circle. Lin Yi, who wants to learn and understand, is it really necessary to be so greedy?

Many people scoff at Lin Yi's diligence and show disdain.

They secretly said that Lin Yi didn't know how to climb up the relationship and was favored by many elders.

The last registered disciple who wanted to emulate Lin Yi is still lying in the ward of the herbal hall and has not been discharged from the hospital. This is a warning. No one dares to lick the elder like Lin Yi and turn around to lick the next one.

Another month passed in the twinkling of an eye.

The sky Fairy Island is full of rays, the sky is full of clouds, and the edges of the clouds are covered with seven colors of glow.

Yilin yawned and appeared on the smoke ink mountain with two faint black circles under his eyes.

Quan TEMAO, the inner gate disciple of the gatekeeper, knew Lin Yi. Before Lin Yi showed his waist token, the gatekeeper's face changed, took the initiative to get out of the way and put Lin Yi in.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Yilin was very polite, arched his hands and smiled inside.

After entering the yard, Yilin was stunned.

She was still wearing the strange dragon and Phoenix embroidered face and layers of snow-white gauze to cover her bare feet. She was sitting at a low table and painting happily with a big brush.

On the Yellow scroll, there are mountains and water. She outlines a vivid landscape with simple changes in thick and light ink.

There are not many disciples in Yanmo mountain, not counting Lin Yi. The inner gate, outer gate and registered name add up, but there are only about 20 people.

They were all sitting quietly in the yard, holding their breath and afraid to make any noise.

Yilin vaguely understood the origin of this atmosphere. The master's posture of painting smoke was too dusty, as if it was a sin to disturb this tranquility.

Suddenly, although Yilin didn't bring painting tools, he also sat down quietly and enjoyed the rare peace.

After a while.

The teacher drew Yan's slender fingers and strokes, but he raised his head and looked at Yi Lin who deliberately hid in the corner. A gentle smile came from behind the dragon and Phoenix embroidered face: "Lin Yi, you're coming."

Shua Shua.

Shihua Yan immediately filled the hatred value of Yilin in the hearts of other disciples.

There's something strange to say.

Shifu draws cigarettes. They are all male disciples.

In other words, all the students who came here to draw cigarettes were male disciples.

One color, no duplicate.

Yilin quickly lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

But Shihua Yan didn't intend to let him go. He changed his sitting position. The snow-white arch bent slightly and waved to Yilin: "Lin Yi, come to be the teacher."

Yilin now even if it's too late to turn around, so he can only come to shihuayan against the eyes of others.

Shihua Yan is the most unflattering of all the elders. He patted the open space around him at will and asked Yilin to sit down.

"What do you think of my painting as a teacher?"

Asked the teacher.

Yilin pulled his forehead, took a serious look, and honestly replied, "very good."

"What's good about it?"

"Mountains are like mountains and water is like water."

Yilin thought and answered.

"Like?"

"Yes."

"So what?"

The painter smiled and dropped his brush. He saw a drop of thick ink from the tip of the pen, ticking on the painting and blooming. At the same time, the drop of ink seemed to drop in the pond. The ink dye fainted and swung out in circles.

When Yilin opened his mouth and looked up again, he found that the surrounding scenery had changed.

He is in a black-and-white world, and the landscape in the painting has become the surrounding scenery. He and Shihua Yan are sitting in the water. Not far away is the Feiliu waterfall. When the waterfall falls thousands of feet, the water vapor steams, making the whole valley shrouded in the hazy water mist.

"As a teacher, I created a 'strange Tan of smoke and ink'. Under the pen and ink, there is a world. Do you want to learn?"

Of course I think so. Do you still need to ask?

Yilin nodded decisively: "is this magic?"

"Yes, nor is it. What is illusion?"

"To confuse people is illusion."

Shihua Yan smiled. She drew a knife in front of her again. Like magic, Shihua Yan held the ink knife in a two-dimensional style in his hand and spread his palm to Yilin: "take your hand."

Yilin hesitated, but still put his hand on the teacher's hand.

The teacher painted smoke and gently cut a thin hole in Yilin's fingertip with a knife, and the blood overflowed.

Yilin even felt pain.

"Real and unreal, real and unreal, free of people's hearts."

The teacher painted the flue.

Yilin seems to have realized it again.

Savvy Raman has this advantage.

"It seems that the 'strange Tan of smoke and ink' painted by the teacher is a kind of advanced mental attack. It is somewhat similar to my 'mind body'. When the mental attack is realistic to a certain extent, even the body believes that it has been attacked, the corresponding parts will naturally be injured. Well, there are many places to learn from."

Yilin said secretly in his heart, but his face showed a young studious look.

I don't know how long it took.

The painting scroll in front of the teacher painted smoke was covered with mountains and rivers, flowers and trees.

Yilin noticed that there was a wine pot among the flowers. When did the teacher draw the smoke.

finally.

Shihua Yan asked casually, "how are you now, Gongyang black and Gongyang white?"

Why do you suddenly ask black and white sheep?

However, Yilin heard that Shihua Yan hardly went out of the mountain gate and never had contact with other pulse systems, so he didn't feel strange. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "it's very good."

The teacher painted smoke and asked, "where's Ren Qingshan?"

"I don't like sports. I'm a little fat, but I have someone to serve. I'm very moist in my childhood."

"Jielu mountain, Bi Tiexin, how are you doing?"

"The gate is prosperous, and the disciples strive to shine."

"Herbal hall, is ye Liangchen still alive?"

"I have a strong body, take medicine every day and live a natural and unrestrained life."

"Ask Jianshan and Nie Shanhe if they still guard the sword tomb day after day and year after year?"

"Yes, boss NIE is very boring."

It seems that Shihua Yan hasn't been with other mountains for a long time.

She asked one by one in a flat tone, as if greeting her old friends.

Yilin now has a familiar face in every pulse. When it comes to so and so, Yilin can always say one or two.

When she asked, Shihua Yan seemed tired. She gently put a large sum on the case. After a moment of silence, she sighed and asked the last question.

"Chen Bei... How is he?"

Yilin was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Shihua Yan didn't expect Yi Lin's answer. He waved and sent Yi Lin out of the smoke and ink fantasy.

When Yilin regained consciousness again, he and shihuayan were still in the yard. The disciples around him still threw murderous eyes at Yilin. It seemed that the time spent in the dreamland just now was just a snap of his fingers, which was very magical.

In this strange atmosphere, the teacher painted smoke and ended today's lecture.

She didn't teach seriously. She just drew a picture and left it in the distance for her disciples to taste.

While it was not dark, Yilin scratched the dead skin and took time to go back to the factotum class to talk about the past.

This month,

Several new people came to the factotum class, and another perseverance emperor had worked hard for several years and left the factotum class. The overall change is small.

The relationship with Chenbei Lala benefits a lot. Yilin has a wonderful time.

Yilin decided to rest tonight.

He has had his liver for more than a month. People are losing their liver and have to sleep.

Zizhuniang is the treasure of Chenbei. It's very difficult to get out of his pocket. As for Chenbei's own wine, it has been stored for decades. Although it is not better than Zizhu wine, it can be called "Xianshan old cellar" when Kaifeng is full of aura.

After drinking and pushing the cup, Yilin narrowed his eyes, hiccupped and asked about it.

"I said Lao Chen..."

"Why?"

"Do you have an affair with master Yanmo and elder Yanmo?"

"Poof!"

Chen Bei choked and sprayed second-hand wine on Yi Lin's face.

"You, you, you, what are you talking about? Besides, I sue you... Slander! Believe it or not, I sue you for slander! You dare slander me!"

Slander was learned from Lin Yi's mouth.

I didn't expect to use it.

Chen Bei was angry and decided to fight back.

"Talk about these gossip every day. What about your accomplishments? The more you practice, the more you go back? Oh, drink? Wait a minute, how can your breath dissipate again? Five layers of Qi? Damn..."

"Hey, I'm not allowed to talk about a leg, right? Believe it or not, I ran to the teacher to draw cigarettes and said that you read her name when you were drunk?"

"You... Mean!"

"Lao Chen, I'm short of a flying sword and a ring recently. Cough..."

"You are shameless!"

Chen Beiqi shivers cold.

He never thought that this Liao took the opportunity to coerce him.

Why didn't you see Lin Yi as such a person at the beginning!

Old and young in the wooden house, while drunk, began to fight.

This pinch is a night.