I really don't want to be a disaster

Connected together, it is like a painting.

A picture scroll of men and women wandering in the sea of ​​clouds park surrounded by cranes.

Ram Bai: "So..."

Ram Hei: "Outrageous..."

The black and white sheep stood at the door for a long time, and after repeatedly confirming that this was their own garden, they stepped in cautiously, thinking they had entered the wrong door.

"Master, you are back."

The well-behaved boy had a shy smile on his face.

For a moment, that smile went straight to the eyelids of Ram's black and Ram's white, and under the sun, the eyes of both sheep were swollen and painful.

In the astonishment of the two cheap masters, Yi Lin explained with a smile: "I have nothing to do these days, looking at the flowers and trees in the garden of the two masters, I think the garden of the two masters is beautiful and picturesque, but it is a bit messy , the fly in the ointment is that it is a little less angry, so I made my own decisions and trimmed the Wuxin flowers in the courtyard, and I laid some patterns in the courtyard with the cut petals, I wonder if the two masters are satisfied?"

Yi Lin did not say that they hadn't noticed yet.

Not only was the Wuxin flower by the fence of the yard chopped up, but the petals that were said to never wither for a hundred years, Yi Lin actually laid out a strange pattern on the ground.

At first glance, the pattern is not symmetrical, but in terms of details, it is divided into several plates, and each plate has a sense of beauty that complements each other.In the very center, a path was left, leading directly to the chessboard, so that the two could follow the path paved with petals all the way to the chess playing position, in one step.

Gongyang Hei and Gongyang Bai are connected with each other, and they thought of a piece.

They didn't say anything, but they had a heated exchange in their hearts.

But whether it's beautiful or not, others don't know, don't they know each other?

Gongyang Hei and Gongyang Bai stared at each other for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Like it?Or do you mean to reprimand?

With one compliment, the two of them felt that they couldn't hold back their faces.

Not long ago, they were still bragging in front of the new registered disciples that this preaching style was unique in Tianjianmen.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, he was slapped in the face by a new disciple.

To be honest, it's not like they can't figure out this kind of trick with a simple trick.

With a wave of your hand, anything more luxurious than this can be tossed in place.

Can blindfolding be compared with real one-knife, one-cut, real kung fu?

After a while.

The two people who were staring at the new courtyard looked solemn at the same time, staring at the new way of laying purple petals all over the floor, with some doubts, they said in unison:

"Heavenly Heart Sword Formation?"

Chapter 826 Good Junior Brother

Yi Lin understood the promotion system in Tianjianmen.

To make an analogy, it is like a modern large enterprise.

No matter who it is, even Princess Daqing, when they arrive at Tianjianmen, they have to hide, and the handyman disciples will do it.

It is said that handyman disciples can be automatically promoted without working for many years. For example, Chen Bei, who has worked for a year, even the strongest handyman disciple is still a handyman.

In the miscellaneous class, if you perform well, you may be selected by a high-ranking person in the sect, and you can go to a certain department by name and become a registered disciple.

As for the gold content of the registered disciples, Yi Lin already understood on the first day.

Gongyang Hei took out a bunch of waist cards with his backhand, each waist card had a corresponding number, and he casually threw one of them to Yi Lin.

It was engraved with numbers—five six eight.

The number of registered disciples is random, it all depends on the boss's mood, it does not mean that there are really as many as 560 seven registered disciples in front of Yi Lin.

And the meaning of the named disciple is: I will remember you first, perform well, perform well, you can get promoted, if your performance is not good, we will be upset, you just go back to do odd jobs.

Roughly such a game.

The registered disciples are the outer disciples.

Outside the door, you can have the opportunity to learn more advanced exercises and get more sufficient resources.

When a Qi refiner is practicing, how can he just rely on the natural breathing of that bit of spiritual energy?

If you really want to practice at a higher level, spirit stones, panaceas, miraculous medicines, and magic weapons are all indispensable.

The disciples of the outer sect are further promoted to be the disciples of the inner sect.

Inner sect disciples can basically be said to be the favorite of a certain elder, do not make any mistakes in principle, and basically can be said to be as stable as old dogs, waiting to retire.

And it is said that among inner disciples, there is a more advanced one: personal transmission.

For direct disciples, each elder only recruits one elder. Once the elder's deadline is up, or encounters any accident, as long as the direct disciple is recognized by the head master, he can directly inherit the position of elder. The pinnacle of monks.

Of course, sometimes the direct disciple may not live longer than the elder, and there is a possibility that the direct disciple dies and the elder recruits another one.

By the way, Jian Nanchun is currently an inner disciple.

Affiliated to the discipline elders.

After Yi Lin understood the whole set, she didn't have much thought.

Even though he has been in this world for 13 years, and his memory of the real world has become increasingly blurred for a long time, he has not forgotten that one day, he will clap his hands, leave here without taking anything, and embark on the cruel journey again.

……

"Find them and be yourself."

Ten messages, seven keys.

early morning.

Yi Lin breathes and breathes every day, very diligently.

He opened his eyes, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air. The clear air rose, and then part of the spiritual energy dissipated from the pores and returned to the world.

Yi Lin muttered to himself, and after breathing out, he couldn't help but think of the main task that Xiaoxi personally announced to him in the first message.

"It's also time to brush up on the main line."

Yi Lin has read one of Xiaoxi's ten messages.

Among the seven keys, one has already been found, and it is temporarily stored in Xia Xiaoman's place.

He had already confirmed by smashing the soil before that the real power of the [Human Emperor's Seal] could not be exerted if he was not the Human Emperor.

Leaving it in Xia Xiaoman's hands is the official seal used by an emperor, and it will not be used for other purposes.

Yi Lin swiped her finger down, and the apostle panel full of garbled characters appeared in front of Yi Lin.

After a hasty inspection, Yi Lin closed the panel again.

He didn't want to get any information from the apostle panel.

It was only by looking at it like this occasionally that he could recall his identity as an "apostle", rather than an insignificant little monk in Tianjianmen.

Yi Lin took out "Jiannanchun Timer No. [-]", and took out the Lin family's ancestral carpenter's knife, and drew a knife on it.

Yi Lin has maintained this habit for more than half a year, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't show it to Jian Nanchun's face for a day.

No, after the draw, Yi Lin felt relieved, with a smile on her face.

Ah~ Another day worth looking forward to.

Just when Yi Lin hid the carpenter's knife and "Jiannanchun Timer No. [-]", a beam of sword light came from afar and landed outside the garden.

Yi Lin was taken aback for a moment, she really was thinking of something.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

Jian Nanchun entered without invitation, with his hands behind his back, his feet stepping on the breeze, he greeted Yi Lin with a smile on his face.

"Uh, Brother Jian."

In the past, he was reluctant to listen to this guy who called him senior brother, but now Yi Lin called him, he was so beautiful, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Junior brother Lin, these days, are you used to staying in the preaching garden?"

Jian Nanchun obviously talked about him from left to right, instead of talking about business, he cared about Yi Lin instead.

Yi Lin sighed softly, and waved her hands in front of Jian Nanchun: "Brother Jian, we are not outsiders, so we can speak directly when we have something to say."

"Junior brother Lin, can you feel the concern of senior brother for junior brother Lin? Senior brother, I miss junior brother Lin very much."

When Yi Lin heard this, she showed vigilance, and quickly took a step back.

"Ahem," Jian Nanchun suddenly realized that what he just said seemed to be misunderstood. He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and showed a natural and warm smile on his face again: "I heard that Junior Brother Lin will You are all alone in the preaching garden, and the morning light is beautiful today, how about senior brother take you around the fairy island. You see, my senior brother rides the wind and the sky, roams the sky, and looks at the fairyland, isn't it a great joy in life?"

Jiannanchun, there is nothing wrong with this person.

I just like to go around and save face.

Yi Lin agreed.

Jian Nanchun didn't let the two of them squeeze on his flying sword this time, he waved his hands, made a seal, and summoned two tamed cranes from the sky, carrying the two of them, and flew into the sky.

These cranes are like the buses in Tianjianmen, whoever comes first gets on.

But at least one must have the qualifications of an outer disciple to be qualified to command the bus crane.

The two drove the red crane bus, flying slowly in the sky.

Jian Nanchun seemed to really want to take Yi Lin to go shopping. Along the way, he explained to Yi Lin the usefulness of every mountain peak and every hanging hill.

"Look, that's the Mount of Precepts."

"The tallest and brightest one is the Supreme Mountain. It is the place where the sect master's master cleans up. No one is allowed to enter except the elders."

"By the way, I don't know if the preaching elder has warned you that you must not exceed the height of the Supreme Mountain to control the sky inside the Heavenly Sword Gate."

"That is Wenjian Mountain. There are countless flying swords from our ancestors left on it. After you enter the inner gate, junior brother, you will be eligible to step into Wenjian Mountain and find your own natal flying sword."

"That is Baicao Mountain,"

"That is Wanjuan Mountain,"

"That is Mount Sumeru,"

"That is Yanmo Mountain,"

"That is Fangyuan Mountain..."

The two rode cranes wandering in the sky.

From time to time, there are graceful female senior sisters who smile coquettishly and cast shy eyes at Jian Nanchun.

At the same time, many people expressed curiosity about the "newcomer" whom Jian Nanchun greeted so warmly.

Yi Lin feels like a village here.

People who pass by are familiar with each other, live and work in peace and contentment, and devote themselves to cultivation.

"Very good, nothing to contend with."

Yi Lin rode the crane on the bus under his buttocks, feeling the comfortable and peaceful atmosphere inside the Tianjian Gate, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

"That's natural. After entering the Heavenly Sword Gate, I realized that the world of mortals, money and beauty are all floating clouds."

"Then Senior Sister Chao Rushuang?"

"...Junior Sister is the guiding light that will never go out on my lonely journey of cultivation."

Jian Nanchun thought for a while, and made a very earthy metaphor.

To put it bluntly, you still want to sleep with her.

Yi Lin rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything.

While chatting, the two of them rode cranes under their crotches, passing by the bottom of Wanjuan Mountain one after another.

This is the Hanging Immortal Peak that Yi Lin has been eyeing for a long time and has stepped on far away in the handyman class.

Taking the opportunity, Yi Lin pretended to be stupid and asked, "What is there in Wanjuan Mountain?"

"Hey, I don't know anything about my younger brother. Wanjuan Mountain is one of the forbidden areas, and there are countless secret books handed down from ancient times. Around the fairy peak, there are terrifying restrictions set up by several elders. Once you get close, thousands of swords will be fired at once. No one can stop it, junior brother has only a short time to get started, so don't go into these places by mistake."

"Thank you for reminding me, brother, brother has his own measure." Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and smiled, agreeing ambiguously.

This junior is really obedient.