My enemy's style is wrong

When night fell again, Lin Xiuran and Yin Chengyu had already walked most of the way.The environment in the secret realm is complicated. Just after passing through the dense forest, I encountered a swamp. After carefully passing through the swamp, there was another cliff with strange rocks.

Lin Xiuran is very suspicious that the strange terrain in the secret realm is actually because his cousin lacked common knowledge of geography when he wrote the article, which caused the world to mess up when it was automatically completed.But fortunately, with Yin Chengyu at the side, he searched inch by inch with his spiritual sense, avoiding almost all potential dangers.

So that night, the two of them successfully found a place to set up camp in the canyon.

There are cliffs on both sides of the canyon, and a trickle in the middle. Because of the lack of people, the canyon is overgrown with weeds and insects. There are many poisonous insects that Yin Chengyu has never seen.Lin Xiuran excitedly threw the realgar around, while Yin Chengyu simply set fire to it.

It would be great if we could bring in Baizu. Poisonous insects and other kinds of centipedes are the most researched. Although Baizu is just a casual cultivator right now, Yin Chengyu has an intuition that Baizu will have extraordinary attainments in the future.Of course, Yin Chengyu has no other available subordinates around him, so it is still too difficult to bring Baizu into the crowd.

Yin Chengyu cleaned up the shallow cave, took out a few table lamps and candles from the storage bag and set them up, and caught a few sparrows and snakes over. He took out the teacup, filled two cups of raw bone water, took a few sips, and meditated to refine the medicinal power.

Cultivator Foundation Establishment would not feel tired after several days of non-stop and sleepless nights, but Yin Chengyu was considerate, fearing that something might happen to Lin Xiuran on his first long trip, he forced him to sleep all night, and waited until the next day when the sun was bright before continuing on the road with peace of mind.

The central area of ​​the secret realm is filled with mist, and the abundant spiritual energy has condensed into tiny water droplets. Even if you don't deliberately practice in it, the spiritual energy will automatically flow to the limbs and bones.

"Brother, this place is too flat, there is not even a place to cover it, is it better to change to another place?" Lin Xiuran looked around, a little hesitant.

Although the cultivation world generally only requires sufficient spiritual power for retreat places, but after all, it is a secret and cannot be disturbed by others. Generally, monks will choose a relatively closed environment such as a cave residence, so that they will not be disturbed. Those who are interested enter in anticipation, and secondly, to prevent being disturbed or to learn moves and exercises secretly.Except for the unavoidable situation of breaking through in battle, few monks would choose to retreat in such a flat place.

"It's okay." With a gentle smile on his face, Yin Chengyu took out a pile of scattered wood and stone slabs from the storage bag.

Afterwards, under Lin Xiuran's stunned expression, he built a hut on the spot with stone slabs as the base, wood as the pillars, and dead branches and grass leaves obtained locally.Then take out a screen to separate the shed, and divide the thatched shed into two rooms inside and outside.

"This... How did senior brother do it?" Lin Xiuran walked around the thatched hut several times in disbelief. Although the hut was crudely built, it was very solid, with no gaps in the walls or roof.

"It's just a trick." Seeing Lin Xiuran's expression of surprise and admiration, Yin Chengyu was in a better mood, his mouth was very humble, but his face was full of complacency.

After setting up the thatched shed, Yin Chengyu took out the spirit stone powder that he had already prepared, drew a few circles of formations on the ground, and covered the thatched shed in the middle.After placing all the required spirit stones at the eye of the formation, spiritual energy from all directions slowly poured into the formation, and gradually gathered a few feet away from the grass shed, forming a white fog wall.

"Go outside and have a look."

Yin Chengyu led Lin Xiuran through the fog wall and walked a dozen more steps before Lin Xiuran turned his head.There is still a mist everywhere, and the mountains, rivers, vegetation are looming, except for the thatched shed that was just built.

"Blindfolding?" Lin Xiuran asked curiously.

"There is also a superimposed phantom formation. If others enter it by mistake, they will be fascinated by the phantom. In addition to the defensive formation set up in it, ordinary people will not have the opportunity to come in and disturb." Yin Chengyu took Lin Xiuran's hand and led him in together. Then he said, "After I record your breath in this formation, you will be able to enter and exit freely. It will take half a month for me to retreat, at least half a month. If you want to meditate and practice, you will be in this formation. The room has already been separated. Out of your position, if you want to look around, it’s okay, but don’t run far, lest you run into danger.”

Lin Xiuran hurriedly nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice. After all, a breakthrough in retreat is of great importance. Yin Chengyu's ability to separate half of him in the straw shed instead of letting him wait outside is already a great trust in him.

In just over half a year, Yin Chengyu was able to treat him like this despite (the Lin family's) past suspicions, which is also touching enough.

After everything was ready, Yin Chengyu finally walked into the thatched cottage and began to retreat.

After all, the conditions in the thatched hut were poor, and Yin Chengyu used a screen to strictly separate the place where he was meditating from the outside, and carefully arranged several formations to make sure that Lin Xiuran would not hear the slightest sound from outside before he was relieved.

It's not that he was on guard, but that the process of refining and transforming his soul was really painful, and it was inevitable that he would let out a groan or two. If Lin Xiuran noticed it, he would definitely increase his worries. It would be better to separate him completely .

Lin Xiuran was totally ignorant of Yin Chengyu's arrangement, seeing Yin Chengyu's silence after his retreat, he had no doubts. First, he had a rare day of complete relaxation and rest. From the second day onwards, he resumed his previous daily habits at Minghe Mountain, getting up early to practice swords, and practicing at night Draw talismans.

For several days, everything went so smoothly that Lin Xiuran vaguely felt a little unreal.

His intuition was actually not wrong. Although it looked nothing different from the outside, the situation at Yin Chengyu's side was not optimistic.

In this life, Yin Chengyu was well prepared for turning his soul. He was no longer forced to be poisoned to become a five-spiritual root like in his previous life, but took the initiative to refine his soul and absorb the surging spiritual power in it. , to artificially shape the other four spiritual roots.

The process of reshaping the spiritual root is unbearable for ordinary people. The blood in the whole body rushes wildly in the body like boiling. Breathing has become a luxury.

It took a long time for the darkness in front of him to gradually dissipate. Yin Chengyu only felt that his whole body and bones seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, but before he could catch his breath, he realized that the scene in front of him was too familiar, and frightening.

Lin Xiuran knelt and sat next to the table, concentrating on copying the exercises and sword moves.

Even though he knew that he was falling into a hallucination, Yin Chengyu still couldn't hold back himself, and almost rushed over to tell Lin Xiuran to stop and stop copying.

But he couldn't move his whole body, he could only watch Lin Xiuran finish copying the exercises, and said with a smile on his eyes: "Ayu, I've finished copying, you put it away quickly."

Yin Chengyu, who was dressed in black, casually took the volume of exercises, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, and slightly lowered his head by the bright and dim candlelight.

"Well, thank you Xiuran."

"Between you and me, why bother to thank you?" Lin Xiuran looked undefended, reached for the teapot on the table, poured out a cup of spiritual tea, and handed it to Yin Chengyu, "This spiritual tea was made by my father before." The dowry gift when I married my mother has been treasured for many years and there is only this little left, you try it?"

"No! Don't drink it!" Yin Chengyu struggled to stop it, but he had no choice but to watch himself in the illusion drink up the cup of spiritual tea.

This is not an ordinary spiritual tea, but a liang of Qinghui spiritual mist that can only be produced once every thousand years. Even with the power of the Lin family, it is already the limit to get two or three dollars.

Lin Xiuran's eyes sparkled, and he asked expectantly, "How?"

"Well, it's alright."

Lin Xiuran was even more delighted when he got the affirmative answer, and he rambled on, "This tea has a pleasant fragrance and is good for cultivation. There is still some left. If Ah Yu likes it, I can take it home and taste it carefully, how about it?"

Yin Chengyu was almost begging, his whole mind was in chaos, and he whispered to himself repeatedly: "Don't take it away...keep...don't..."

However, he could only watch himself take the porcelain jar containing the clear radiance mist indifferently, and throw it into the storage ring without looking at it again.

Lin Xiuran didn't even taste a single leaf of the radiant spiritual mist that is hard to come by, and gave it all to Yin Chengyu, but was abandoned like a shoestring for many years.It was not until Lin Xiuran died that he saw the light of day again.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first." Yin Chengyu stood up in the illusion, and took Lin Xiuran into his arms, "Go to bed earlier."

It was obviously just a sentence without emotion, a scene of mutual affection, but Lin Xiuran was moved by his hypocrisy, and promised with a blushing face: "I will set off in a few days, and I will definitely take those things for you." Bring the secret treasure."

"Don't go... there is no... fake!"

Yin Chengyu shuddered all over, and the trembling of a sentence became three paragraphs, and it was difficult to understand the meaning intermittently.

The so-called "Secret Treasure" is nothing but a complete trap.

Yin Chengyu made indirect remarks several times, saying that he was very thirsty for a certain secret treasure, but was unable to find it himself for various reasons. Lin Xiuran really offered to find it for him, but he didn't know that the secret treasure was simply non-existent.

That journey was full of hardships and dangers, Lin Xiuran was alone, and the magic weapon he had prepared was taken away by Yin Chengyu.Even so, Lin Xiuran was still full of apology when he returned: "Sorry, I couldn't get that secret treasure back for you."

How did you do it?It was nothing more than saying a few words "It's okay, you go to recuperate", and then ignored it, and even felt a little happy in my heart.

The exercises that Lin Xiuran copied for him were spread out and became iron proof that "the head of the Lin family is predatory". Even the extermination of the Yin family was forced on Lin Xiuran without any evidence. superior.

Since then, Lin Xiuran's reputation has been ruined, so that when Yin Chengyu attacked him, although there were countless people in the cultivation world who had received his favor, few people dared to stand up and speak justice for Lin Xiuran.

Yin Chengyu's consciousness has gradually begun to slacken, from the heart to the bottom of the body, it feels like being pierced by a fine needle point, the pain is continuous, and even the strength to speak has been lost.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

The sudden sound in his ears made him instantly chill, and he was splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water.

In the crude hut, the screen had been removed, Lin Xiuran looked at him coldly with a frosty face, and slowly raised the Han Qiong sword.