The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

The sun was setting, and the sky was filled with rays of light.

The luxurious flying phoenix finally landed in front of Lin's residence.

Lin Butler, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, had tears in his eyes and excitedly went up to meet him. The young master finally came back!

The first thing protruding from the dark purple door curtain was a slender white hand with shiny fingertips. It gently opened the door curtain, revealing a beautiful face.

Butler Lin bent over to salute, with an excited tone: "Congratulations to the young master, the master is waiting for you in the study."

Lin Zhiyan smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, you don't need to be too polite, I'm going to see Daddy right away."

Lin Bo is a servant, and he also watched Lin Zhiyan grow up since he was a child, and because he stayed by the Patriarch's side, he has a high status, Lin Zhiyan respects him a little.

Walking into Lin's mansion, looking at the familiar scenery, Lin Zhiyan's longing became more and more intense, and he wished to put on two pairs of wings and fly to Lin Yunyuan's side.

But when he got to the study, Lin Zhiyan hesitated, perhaps because of his closeness to his hometown, even though he untied his heart knot, and let him face Lin Yunyuan again, he was always a little at a loss.

Lin Yunyuan's cultivation level, he already knew that Lin Zhiyan was standing outside the door, but he didn't understand why Yan'er didn't come in for a long time, could it be that he was bullied outside?

Thinking of this, Lin Yunyuan couldn't sit still anymore.

So, while Lin Zhiyan was still hesitating, the carved sandalwood door was slowly opened, and Lin Yunyuan's mellow voice sounded: "Yan'er come in."

Lin Zhiyan looked at the open sandalwood door, and familiar memories rushed over his face.

The little dumpling stood upright, holding the writing brush vigorously in her tender hands, and being held by a generous hand, she patiently taught her to outline the three big Chinese characters flying and phoenix dancing on the rice paper with one stroke at a time. The domineering voice sounded: "My son, named Lin Zhiyan."

When the screen turned, Xiaotuanzi, who was a little taller, was holding a bamboo shovel, trying to blow out music, but unfortunately he was not strong enough, so he lowered his head in frustration, lifted Xiaotuanzi's soft chin with a big hand, and said in a deep voice : "As the young master of the Lin family, never bow your head."

The child who was gradually twitching was holding a wooden sword, clumsily making every move.

Every time they play chess, the child has to play tricks, in exchange for the helpless connivance of the man.

……

The picture in my mind became clearer and clearer, but the eye sockets became more and more blurred.

He, Lin Zhiyan, had no father or mother in his previous life, and stood alone. Now that he has come to another world, he thanked God for giving him a perfect father.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from my ear, with a little anxiety and distress, "What's wrong with Yan'er? Who bullied you?"

Lin Zhiyan raised his tears-blurred eyes, looked at the familiar silhouette, and threw himself into Lin Yunyuan's arms with a wow.

I'm sorry, Lin Zhiyan, even if you want to take away your father, blame me for being selfish.

Lin Yunyuan hasn't been so overwhelmed for a long time. His little baby has been away for two years, and when he came back, he hugged him and cried. What wronged him?

Thinking of the baby he held in his palm being bullied in a place he didn't know, Lin Yunyuan's whole body was filled with chills, his eyes were as cold as ice, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, patting the boy's back gently, Carefully lowered her voice and asked: "Yan'er don't cry, whoever bullied you tell daddy, daddy will help you vent your anger."

Lin Zhiyan didn't want to talk at all, what could he say?Blame you for being too nice to him, making him want more?His heart was full of guilt towards the original owner, but he didn't want to let go of this family relationship.

So be it, Lin Zhiyan said to himself in his heart.

Moaning and chirping for a while, the rabbit-like boy with red eyes raised his head, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, forced a smile, pitiful and cute, "Daddy is fine, I just miss you."

Lin Yunyuan's heart softened, and he raised his hand to gently wipe away the wet marks around the corners of the young man's eyes, scratched the tip of the young man's nose, and said fondly, "I thought Yan'er had forgotten me."

The young boy hastily argued: "No, I just went to retreat."

The young man who had just cried still had a weeping sound, and his eyes were slightly red. Lin Yunyuan didn't want to tease him any more, so he had to restrain his expression and become serious, "Oh? Yan'er come in with me, and check your cultivation for my father."

Lin Zhiyan followed Lin Yunyuan into the study room, settled into a posture and meditated with his eyes closed, while Lin Yunyuan stood beside Lin Zhiyan, guiding spiritual power into Lin Zhiyan's veins, and carefully inspecting it.

Lin Zhiyan felt the aura that didn't belong to him circulate in his meridians, and he felt strange and uncomfortable, so he had to relax his mind as much as possible and try to accommodate them.

This is actually a test of trust.

Just imagine, the meridian is the most vulnerable of a cultivator. If it is damaged even a little bit, it will be lost forever, and it is even more impossible to let other people's aura flow in one's body. A little riot will damage the foundation.

Feeling the young man's wholehearted trust, Lin Yunyuan's mood became uncontrollably joyful, and the aura that he slowly checked became more careful and gentle.

The aura circulated for three weeks, but no hidden wounds were found, so he stopped the inspection route with some satisfaction, went around, and finally merged into the boy's dantian.

Well--

Lin Zhiyan exclaimed uncontrollably, there is no one else. Compared with the meridians, the dantian is much more sensitive, let alone the wisps of aura from all directions flow into the dantian.

Lin Zhiyan arched his body a little uncomfortable, he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, and his spiritual consciousness kept circulating in his body, surrounding his dantian.

Lin Yunyuan fixed the boy's head with his big palm, and said in a deep voice, "Yan'er, don't move."

Lin Zhiyan calmed down a bit, and then sat down obediently.

The young man was dressed in white, floating like a fairy, his ink-like black hair was draped behind his back, revealing a stunning and picturesque side face, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his lips were tightly pursed.

After a long time, all the spiritual energy flowed into the dantian, Lin Yunyuan withdrew his big palm in satisfaction, then patted the young man's head, and praised: "Yan'er did a good job, the foundation is solid."

After a pause, he said again: "From now on, if you continue to cultivate step by step like this, you must not be greedy for your cultivation. If your state of mind does not match your cultivation, you will easily get demons."

Lin Zhiyan opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he had just recovered from that strange feeling, and now he knew that Lin Yunyuan was treating him well, so he replied obediently: "Daddy, Yan'er knows."

The father and son talked for a while in the study, and Lin Zhiyan resigned. After all, Lin Yunyuan still had a lot of business to deal with.

When Lin Zhiyan walked away slowly, Lin Yunyuan frowned slightly. He hadn't forgotten that his baby was crying so heartbreakingly just now. After thinking about it, he tapped his fingertips on the table twice, and a man in black Appeared quietly in the study.

Lin Yunyuan said indifferently: "Go and find out who the young master has met in the past few months."

The man in black bowed his head, made a hoarse "No", and then quietly disappeared again.

On the winding bluestone path, the trees are verdant and green.

A handsome young man led a young servant and walked forward slowly. Suddenly, a figure in white clothes flashed past in the corridor in front of him, his clothes fluttering.

Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he had admitted the wrong person, and then he looked up carefully, and there was no one in Langfang. Lin Qingyang was relieved, and he didn't know whether he was lucky or disappointed.

Thinking about it, that person has been away from home for two years, so he won't come back so soon, right?

Although I thought so, there was a sense of loss in my heart that could not be ignored.

Why am I thinking about him again!Trying to restrain his dissatisfaction with himself, Lin Qingyang asked casually as he walked: "Is there nothing serious about the Lin family recently?"

The young servant in Tsing Yi who was following behind replied respectfully: "Master Lin, you just returned to the mansion, but today is the day when the young master returns."

The young man in Tsing Yi looked up at the young master cautiously, feeling annoyed in his heart, he knew that he would not fight to lead the way for the master today, who in the Lin family didn't know that the master was the one who was at odds with the young master, and would fight every now and then. Challenged the young master, now that I mention this, I don't know if I will be angered?

Lin Qingyang didn't notice the boy's expression at all, the disappointment in his heart was swept away, and his tone was inexplicably flying, "Oh? Lin Zhiyan is back today?"

When the young man in blue heard him calling the young master's name directly, he lowered his head and said almost tremblingly: "The villain only knows that the young master is returning to the mansion today, and the other villains don't know either."

Lin Qingyang suddenly felt a little bored, and waved his hands impatiently. The young man in Tsing Yi thanked him and went down. When the young man in Tsing Yi left, Lin Qingyang showed an expectant smile.

Lin Zhiyan, since you are back, let me see how much you have grown in the past few years.

With the mood of going to challenge, Lin Qingyang's steps became brisk unconsciously. As for whether he was going to challenge or something else, it is unknown==.

Lin Zhiyan had just returned to his yard when he heard an arrogant voice outside the door: "Lin Zhiyan, come out and fight!"

Lin Zhiyan paused, what should he do, completely ignoring the yelling outside the door, this kind of combat lunatic just needs to be cold.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Lin Qingyang walked in swaggeringly, sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and sighed: "It's still the young master. The spirit tea here is the best."

Lin Zhiyan chuckled, "When will you be able to drink tea?"

Lin Qingyang rolled his eyes at him, and said with some dissatisfaction: "The young master has been away from home for two years, and there are many things I don't know."

The young man obviously had a sunny and handsome appearance, but he wanted to imitate that yin and yang accent.

Lin Zhiyan didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Lin Qingyang looked at the young man who was becoming more and more beautiful, leaning on the imperial concubine with his eyes closed, the loose black silk spread out like ink, almost becoming a painting, his heart was inexplicably sour, and his tone became normal.

"Hey, Lin Zhiyan, do you still have a conscience? You don't know how to tell me when you come back?"

The crow-feather eyelashes slowly lifted up, and there was a breathtaking beauty on the porcelain white face, Lin Qingyang almost lost his mind for a moment.

Then I heard that nasty voice taunting: "Why did I tell you? Are you going to bite someone?"