The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

After struggling to get up from the ground, Lin Zhiyan rubbed the back of his head, which was a little swollen and sore, and gave a secret bark, before raising his eyes to look at the surrounding environment.

The tentacles are full of darkness, but there is a little light.

The most conspicuous thing is the huge round altar paved with white rock in the middle. The outer edge of the round altar is carved with complex and fine figures, which flicker under the dark fire. There are six thick white pillars standing around the round altar. In a hugging situation, it looks quite like a sacrificial place.

The surroundings were dark, and the underworld fire was lit on the cylinder. There were only these faint lights, as if they were going to go out in the next second.

Lin Zhiyan stood up and walked forward, slowly stepped up the white jade steps, and only then could he see the fine lines carved on the round altar.

I saw a delicately carved protrusion in the center of the round altar. Lin Zhiyan had read the whole book, but he couldn't understand what was carved on it. Extinct, it seems very mysterious.

Lin Zhiyan stopped on the last step of the steps. He pursed his lips, bent down, stretched out his slender and white fingers, and slowly stroked the engravings.

But in the next second, white light soaring to the sky overflowed from the fingers, as if a drop of ink was dripping into a bowl of clear water, instantly sweeping across the entire round altar.

As a result, those dark engravings seemed to come alive all of a sudden, flowing and rotating like water, emitting a mysterious and unpredictable white light, full of brilliance.

"Where is this?"

The young man's clear voice echoed in this space, the echo was empty and vague, as if this place had been peaceful for thousands of years.

But no one answered.

Lin Zhiyan withdrew his palm at the very beginning of the white light, stood up, looked at the uncontrollable scene, and became thoughtful.

He didn't feel any malice here, instead, it seemed that something attracted him, luring him to go forward, and then go forward.

There seems to be a haunting voice in my mind shouting, come on... Come on...

Lin Zhiyan's eyes were serious, but he still decided to trust his intuition, he slowly raised his foot, and finally stepped on the last white jade step.

The moment he stepped on the altar, the whole round altar seemed to be triggered by some kind of mechanism. White light shot up from the outer edge of the round altar and quickly wrapped the round altar into a cylindrical shape. The impenetrable white light was faintly visible. But it prevents the outsiders from seeing clearly what's going on inside.

"Damn it!" Lin Zhiyan sensed something was wrong immediately, and wanted to turn around and go down, but found that the round altar seemed to form a barrier, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the film.

Since you can't go out, you have to face it!

Lin Zhiyan, who turned around, looked at the mysterious engravings under his feet, and walked towards the center. The delicately carved protrusions were emitting a strong white light continuously, making it hard for people not to pay attention.

The young master took a step forward, and the surrounding scene changed suddenly.

In the exquisite and luxurious wing room, there was a little child sitting on a soft couch. He was wearing a rich and noble jacket, which seemed to be of fine workmanship, but at this time the wing room was empty.

Lin Zhiyan raised his palm and found that he had become a phantom. He knew that maybe he had entered an illusion, so he was not so eager and looked around carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt the scene. The precious porcelain placed at the corner of the table, and the screen made of Liuyun brocade, with dragonflies on it, he walked around the screen and brushed his fingers over the round table made of thousand-year-old sandalwood. There is a set of exquisite tea sets on it. Isn't this the room he lived in when he was a child?

It's just that after he "woke up", he was taken into the main hall by Lin Yunyuan, and he never saw this room again.

He walked to the bed in a hurry, looked at the child sitting on the edge of the bed, his pupils shrank, the child's lips were red and his teeth were white, he was really delicate like a doll, being meticulously dressed up, his black eyes like glass were He lost his spirit, as if he had lost his soul, sitting there motionless, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.

What surprised Lin Zhiyan was more than that. The key point was that the child looked exactly like him. He had never experienced these things, but he felt inexplicably familiar.

He thought to himself, maybe this is Lin Zhiyan before he came.

Before he could think too much, there was a rush of footsteps from the outside world, and the rooms were pushed away by a maid wearing an emerald green skirt. She didn't seem to care about the etiquette, and saw the child still sitting in a daze. Beside the bed, I couldn't help complaining, "Oh my little ancestor, why are you still here? I've been looking for it for a long time!"

After finishing speaking, she stepped forward and arranged the child's skirt, brocade sandals, hair band and so on in a somewhat rude manner. Lin Zhiyan frowned slightly from that action, but the child seemed to feel no pain, still His eyes are blank and his face is expressionless.

The maid spat secretly, "You really are a fool."

After a while, the child was taken care of, and the maid hurried out with the child in her arms, followed by Lin Zhiyan.

When he walked to the main hall, he saw a scene familiar to his memory. Many children gathered in the main hall, and there was a mirror in the middle. It must be an aptitude test.

When the maid walked to the front of the main hall, she subconsciously pulled her hair up in a bun, stepped lightly, and the impatient expression on her face became gentle, and she walked towards the person in the main seat gracefully.

Lin Zhiyan saw that the person sitting on the chief seat was just as he had seen him for the first time. He was dressed in black, dignified and handsome. The child's eyes were full of pampering, but he didn't give a single glance.

Lin Zhiyan was suffocated in his heart, and continued to stand aside.

The next scene was almost the same as what he encountered at the beginning. First, Lin Qingyang was provoked by the great elder, and Lin Qingyang was tested for a single spiritual root. In the end, it was the ignorant child who detected the body of the heavenly spirit amidst the laughter of everyone.

However, something is different, the child is still dull-eyed, like a foolish person, the joy on Lin Yunyuan's face is also somewhat cautious, he did not directly announce the announcement half a year later, but hugged the child gone.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

A foolish child possesses an enviable celestial body, and he doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Lin Zhiyan felt a little empty in his heart. He looked at the father who had always treated him tenderly, but this time he put his tenderness on others. He knew in his heart that he was the one who occupied the magpie's nest. What's the matter? Are you qualified to think so?

The scene is like a rainy lake surface, and the ripples suddenly change again.

This time the child seemed to have grown up quite a bit in stature and turned into a handsome young man. He wore a sapphire crown and a white smock, and his every move was graceful and natural.

He was sitting under the phoenix tree in the yard at this moment, holding a white chess piece between his glistening and plump fingertips. The young man frowned slightly, as if he had encountered some difficult problem. is obviously the simplest chess game.

He was the only one in the whole yard. When the breeze blew, the sycamore flowers fluttered down one after another. They landed on the boy's soft hair, brushing his fair and delicate face mischievously. There was clarity in those ignorant eyes that obviously didn't match their age.

Lin Zhiyan couldn't bear it a little. He didn't know why, but he had an intuition that the young man must have been lonely for a long time. He was a fool since he was a child, and even if he had a noble status, he would not have any friends.Obviously he is not a teenager, but his eyes are red unconsciously.

The courtyard door creaked and was gently pushed open.

The visitor was dressed in dark patterned purple clothes, embroidered with gold and black threads on the front, looking luxurious and extraordinary, his eyes were full of amazement, looking at the young man under the plane tree, as if he was afraid of scaring him away, the visitor lowered his voice and said , "I don't know who you are?"

The boy tilted his head, and a petal of sycamore flower happened to land on the boy's forehead, adding a touch of beauty to that breath-taking face, but the boy didn't realize it, he just looked at the person with those clear and ignorant eyes, a little He asked helplessly, "Who are you?"

Chu Mingyu saw the whole picture of the young man clearly, his heart was suffocated, but his heartbeat suddenly became extremely fast, he looked at the innocent face of the young man, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful, thinking that this is the youngest son that Patriarch Lin hid so hard .

He smiled softly and said, "Young master, I'm just here to play with you."

"Huh? Come quickly." The young master laughed when he heard that someone was playing with him. Even though he was a little silly, he couldn't hide the magnificence of that face.

So Chu Mingyu played chess with the young master for an afternoon.

Lin Zhiyan still stood aside in illusion, no one could see him.

The screen turned again.

In a corner where no one could notice, the delicate young master was blocked by several people in the alley, wantonly insulting, "Just because you, a fool, are worthy of Senior Brother Chu's favor?"

"That's right, isn't it just that the young master's seat is empty, heh, after Lin Yunyuan's limit is over, it's hard to say whether the master is such a fool or not?"

When the young man heard Lin Yunyuan's name, he seemed anxious, "You are not allowed to talk about Daddy like that!"

Seeing the young man's anxious expression, the group of people made more jokes on their faces, "It's just a fool, and it's quite emotional." After finishing speaking, they stretched out their hands and grabbed the young master's white chin vigorously, and said viciously, " You can only see this face, wait until later...hehehe"

There were a few red marks immediately on the young master's white chin. He couldn't understand the insults from those people's mouths, nor the obscenity in their eyes, but he just struggled.

Lin Zhiyan stood aside, as if his heart was tightly strangled by something, he was in constant pain, and tears fell down unconsciously.