Yi Lin noticed that the sense of prying eyes had disappeared, and she took off her innocent disguise again.
Since he came to the handyman class,
From different directions of Xuankong Mountain, there is a sense of peeping from time to time.
He knew that it was a monk's unique skill - spiritual awareness.
Spiritual consciousness has endless magical uses. It can detect, intimidate, pretend to be intimidating, and close eyes.
In the beginning, spiritual explorations from different directions were not frequent, about once a month.
Half a year has passed, and in the past half month, I don’t know who is so shameless, watching and peeping every day, which has annoyed Yi Lin.
Don’t the handyman disciples have the right to privacy?
Shameless~
Yi Lin was furious.
The job of a handyman disciple is very boring.
According to the type of work, it can be roughly divided into carrying water, chopping bamboo, washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of spiritual animals.
This month, Yilin was assigned to the water-carrying group again.
According to Yi Lin's normal pace, she walked from the foot of the mountain to the designated water delivery location on the mountainside, and then returned the empty bucket to the service room, back and forth, until noon.
Further up, that is the area that only formal disciples are eligible to enter. Idle disciples and ownerless spiritual beasts are not allowed to enter.
After lunch, there will be another round to end the day's work.
Even though it seems easy to carry water in two rounds, if it were him a few months ago, without cheating, he could barely walk up and down the mountain once a day, which would be relatively fast. It is said that there are
When I first came here, I went up the mountain early in the morning and did not come down until midnight. I had no choice but to sleep in the open air in the bamboo forest and spend the whole night in the cold.
Uncle Chen Bei also praised Yi Lin's rapid progress, saying that Yi Lin was one of those who made the most rapid progress among so many generations of handyman disciples.
Yi Lin looked at the sky from a distance and saw that there was still some time before sunset. He secretly estimated that based on his current level, he could barely return before nightfall if he had another round.
It's just...why bother?
How happy it is to fish.
It took Yi Lin a full second to finally figure it out. She had a clear idea and simply walked down the mountain slowly.
On the way back, other handyman disciples who were also in the water-carrying group were walking up the mountain, sweating profusely, swaying left and right, and stopping by a tree from time to time to rest for a while.
Some of them hadn't even finished the first round, so they watched Yi Lin carrying the pole on his shoulder with one hand, with two empty wooden barrels strung on the end of the pole, humming a tune, relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but feel envious.
"Come on."
When passing by, Yi Rin encouraged her colleagues in a friendly way.
People and their situations cannot be generalized.
Yi Lin saw this very clearly.
When Yi Lin returned to the handyman class, the handyman disciples who shared the rest of the work returned one after another.
In the past six months, the disciples in the handyman class have been coming and going, and there has not been much change. They have become familiar with each other every time they come and go, and they say hello from a distance and say goodbye.
Uncle Chenbei joined the laundry class this time. Among the many odd jobs, the laundry class is the most comfortable. It is not tiring. The only thing that matters is hand speed. Who can rub the clothes quickly and vigorously?
When the uncle saw Yi Lin returning easily, he looked at Yi Lin up and down for a moment, and then said meaningfully: "Boy, you are much faster."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Speaking of Uncle Chen, not long after arriving, Yi Lin curiously asked how many years Uncle Chen Bei had been here as the most senior handyman disciple.
Of course Uncle Chenbei doesn't remember it. Day after day, year after year, if he can count the days, he is no longer an uncle.
At that time, Uncle Chen asked outside who was the emperor.
Yi Lin said that it was Ji Sheng... who he didn't know, and Emperor Xia Yuan... and the uncle didn't know him either. It wasn't until he talked about Emperor Xia Yuan's ancestors that Uncle Chen Bei, Fang Ru, woke up from a dream and said, "It's been a long time."
One Jiazi, that is, sixty years.
Old man, it's so scary.
…
The old man is worthy of being an old man. Although his cultivation level is not high, he knows a lot of things.
In her spare time, Yi Lin would ask some trivial matters about the inside of Tianjian Sect.
and some cultivation issues.
Although Uncle Chenbei couldn't reach high levels of cultivation, Yi Lin was surprised that his foundation was extremely solid. He could draw inferences about which meridians in the human body were and what role each acupuncture point played in the technique.
I can talk casually for a long time.
Oh, this handyman class has hidden a treasure.
Everyone else in the handyman class looked down upon Uncle Chen Bei. After all, an old man who had been practicing for sixty years and had yet to be promoted to a formal disciple was, in the eyes of the younger generation of handyman disciples, a dead man.
That's it, there is no possibility of progress.
But Yi Lin didn't think so. He had a completely different attitude from the others. He was polite to Uncle Chen. He often knocked on the door with some homemade snacks to say hello, which made Uncle Chen Bei so happy that he wanted to use all his shallow knowledge.
Take it out and stuff it into the mind of this studious young talent.
…
On this day, Yi Lin still got up early in the morning, and casually carved a knife on the newly carved "Jiannan Chun Timer No. 2"... This knife was carved on his face. After that, he walked out of the wooden house, sat on the stone and closed his eyes.
Breathe.
As he vomited, prying eyes swept back and forth from him and around him.
"Is it becoming more frequent?"
Yi Lin looked at her nose with her eyes, her nose at her mouth, and her mouth at her heart. She thought of Amitabha Buddha in her mind, pretending not to know, remaining unmoved, and her breath was as steady as an old dog. But her mind became active and she secretly said to herself.
He vaguely understood something.
After finishing her daily vomiting, Yi Lin felt the weak whirlpool in her body, with a slight look of helplessness on her fair face.
"Perhaps this is that devilish talent, the 'Heavenly Jealous Wizard'."
[Heavenly Jealousy Genius: Comprehension +200, Five Elements Spiritual Root Qualification -30, Cultivation Speed -30, Life Limit -30, Health -30. 】
Under the influence of this red ball talent, Yi Lin's understanding is estimated to be maxed out, and his training speed, qualifications, lifespan, and health have all been reduced to a certain extent. Yi Lin feels that his practice in Qi training is slow and he has made little progress, which may be related to
This matter is related.
Speaking of which, after half a year of Qi training, Yi Lin still has something that he can't figure out.
In Qi training, a way of strengthening the human body, there are two key terms - meridians and acupuncture points.
In human anatomy, these two organs are absolutely impossible to find. But when breathing in and out, Yi Lin can feel the trajectory of the breath flowing in the body, as well as the "nodes" where the breath stops for a while.
, this makes Yi Lin, who comes from a modern civilized society, feel incredible and very unscientific.
If you say that blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, tendons, etc. can be cut out anatomically, Yi Lin can understand it easily, but in what metaphysical way do these meridians and acupuncture points exist in the human body? Yi Lin feels,
If you want to understand this subject, you must first overcome the above problems from scientific theory.
Whenever she thought of this, Yi Lin stopped talking, took out four different secret books, spread them out in front of her, turned a page here, turned a page there, and thought about it again.
In fact, he has read these four secret books countless times in the past six months. He clearly remembers every word, every stain, and every missing point in them. But reading a book always requires a sense of ritual, and Yi Lin also
Once you develop a habit, turning over will make you healthier.
These four secret books are actually not treasures.
There is a book called "Yun Ti Feng Shen Shu" which is passed down from family.
The second book is the introductory Buddhist scripture "Qingming Mantra" presented by the old monk Ku Ye Zen Master.
The third book was the "Sword Heart Miscellanies", an introductory guide to Tianjian Sect, that Jian Nanchun rarely showed up during the first month of Yi Lin's handyman career. Every disciple of Tianjian Sect's handyman had a copy.
kind.
The fourth book has an interesting origin.
It was at the end of the third month of Yi Lin's handyman career that Jian Nanchun secretly opened the door of Yi Lin's room and forced it in through the crack of the door like a thief... a tattered book with the cover torn off. Use this kind of book
After handing the broken copy to Yi Lin mysteriously, Jian Nanchun slipped away without saying a word, acting like a thief.
These four secret books have accompanied Yi Lin through the past six months.
As a scholar, with books and topics, he is not afraid of loneliness.
Yi Lin felt like she was back in the Great Engineer Tower, or in the Clock Tower, where she was absorbing knowledge without any worries and thirsting for knowledge. Her heart was focused and peaceful, with no distractions.
So, another month passed.
The spying consciousness became more and more frequent and became more and more shameless.
One day.
Yi Lin felt something in her heart. While chatting with Mr. Chenbei Hu Kan, she said inexplicably: "I might have to leave."
When Uncle Chen Bei heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Xiao Lin."
Yi Lin could see that Uncle Chenbei was sincerely congratulating him, and there was no trace of jealousy or resentment in his cloudy eyes.
Yi Lin only said this to Uncle Chen Bei.
If other people in the handyman class heard it, they might sneer at it or ridicule it in person.
Speaking of which, Yi Lin can also pretend to be a big dick.
But Yi Lin found it boring.
This is cool, just don’t pretend.
Shortly after Yilin said those words to Uncle Chenbei.
One day.
The morning glow is like starlight, splashing on the eaves.
Jiannanchun was waiting in front of the path of the service room early in the morning.
Jian Nanchun was still dressed in white, spotless and untouched by dew, and his hair was half-tied and half-bundled, blowing in the wind. When Yi Lin opened the door, Jian Nanchun was like a handsome sculpture out of dust, with his hands behind his back and a snow-white paper umbrella floating behind him.
She was facing the sky at a perfect angle of 45 degrees, her angular chin pointed diagonally at the ground, and there were two bunches of long bangs on her forehead, one on the left and one on the right, adding a bit of mystery to her face.
.
Yi Lin's hand when pushing the door was stiff for a moment, and she was speechless. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired?"
"Oh, I'm not tired." Jian Nanchun didn't hear the deep meaning of Yi Lin's words for a while. He also said that this junior fellow apprentice is really considerate and knows how to feel sorry for him. He was secretly happy in his heart, but his face didn't show it. He still had the style that had always belonged to him.
Qingyundan said: "Junior brother, someone wants to see you."
"Okay." Yi Lin was not surprised at all and casually threw a small object towards Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother, I came just in time to give it to you."
Yo?
And gifts?
Jian Nanchun took it with one hand and found that it was an ugly wood carving. The surface of the wood carving was carved with fine knife marks. When he turned it over, he saw his name was engraved on the back. He didn't understand why Yi Lin threw the garbage over.
I had an idea, so I asked: "What is this?"
Somehow, looking at the wooden figure, Mouchun felt uneasy all over, as if being scratched by a knife.
"Long time no see, I miss you so much." Yi Lin squinted at that face, resisting the urge to punch Jian Nanchun, and said with a smile: "Every time I miss my senior brother, I draw a knife on the wood carving; if I miss you again, I will miss you again.
Carve a knife. Day after day, sunrise and sunset. Unexpectedly, as time goes by, the wood carvings of senior fellow apprentices have become completely unrecognizable and have no human shape. Junior fellow apprentices feel very sorry."