Eight Hundred and Eighteenth Chapter Handyman Class

Time flies.

It has been half a year in a blink of an eye.

Yi Lin, Lin Yi in this world, human race, thirteen and a half years old, belongs to Tianjianmen, and is a glorious... handyman disciple.

Half a year ah half a year!

Jian Nanchun is a bitch, does he know how I got here in the past six months! ah?

one morning.

The sun is rising.

The sky is shining.

Yi Lin got up from the single room assigned by the sect, the extremely luxurious single apartment Mulu bed, picked up the small wooden figure carved beside her, and used the family carpenter's knife that Lin's father gave with tears before leaving, to carve hard on the wooden figure. Make a mark.

In this era without electronic calendars, AI housekeepers, clocks, and mobile phones.

Yi Lin has developed the habit of keeping track of her days.

From the mouth of Uncle Chenbei, a disciple of the ten thousand year handyman, Yi Lin learned that the place where the Heavenly Sword Gate is located in the Hanging Immortal Mountain is located in a "fairyland on earth".

Listening to his description, Yi Lin speculates that this place is most likely a "secret realm".

Or "singularity", or "duplicate", in short, it is a small world hidden in the big world.

But the flow of time in the fairyland of Tianjianmen is no different from that in the secular world.

Six o'clock is one day, and six o'clock is one night.

Day and night alternate, the sun and the moon are empty.

So Yi Lin invented the timer by herself.

It was a small wooden figure he carved by hand.

The three characters "Jiannanchun" are engraved on the back of the wooden figure.

Every day and night, Yi Lin carved a knife on the "Jiannanchun Wooden Man".

Up to now, one hundred and eighty-nine thin marks have been engraved, not too many, not too many, so densely packed that there is almost no room for the wooden figure.

"Time to carve a new wooden figure."

Yi Lin stuffed the "timer" puppet under the quilt casually,

go outside. There is a clear stream flowing down from the mountain, passing the utility room. The morning fog was misty, refreshing and moistening the lungs. Yi Lin fetched a basin of clear water from a wooden basin, and after a brief wash, he sat on a big round stone with a rough grass Pu.

This is where he usually meditates.

Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...

"puff."

Sucking and sucking, a fart leaked out from Yi Lin's back door... there was a leak.

"Wa hahaha--"

A delicate little man emerged from the back of Yi Lin's neck and sneered unscrupulously in his ear.

"Didn't I say that there are so many people here, and their spiritual knowledge can almost cover the entire Hanging Fairy Mountain. If I find you, I can't explain it."

Yi Lin squeezed the toothpick-thick arm of the "miniature" Bai Xiaoyi, raised it in front of her, and reprimanded softly with a dark face.

"Tsk, young master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your enchantment was able to isolate most of the spiritual detection?"

Bai Xiaoyi was held in Yi Lin's hands and played with carefully, but she couldn't move, so she couldn't help curling up, pretending to be cute and pitiful.

"Have a little heart, can you? I can block most of the spiritual detection, but I didn't say I can completely ignore it. You forgot that I told you more than ten years ago that in a strange and unknown place, you can live as long as you can." , If you don’t expose yourself and don’t expose yourself, you can live a long life.”

"Master," in Yi Lin's other ear, a palm-sized "little elf" wearing a mini red dress, shaking her long snow-white hair, icy clean, and her face as cold as ice, reminded in a helpless tone: "That is Who, in the middle of the night last night, sneaked out of Wanjuan Mountain to investigate the restriction of Lingshan?"

This other miniature figure, upon closer inspection, is the shrunken Nie Hongxiu.

After Nie Hong's sleeves shrunk, she lost a little bit of mature charm, and a little bit more girly and pure. Standing with Bai Xiaoyi, she looked like a pair of fairy sisters. Of course, in fact, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them is not mother and daughter.

Yi Lin was silenced by the two little mother spirits, each of them uttered a sentence, so he could only keep a straight face, raised his master's majesty, coughed twice, and argued: "I'm not just spying outside. Probing, rubbing, didn't you go in? If you really went in, you would have been discovered long ago."

Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other, speechless to refute Yi Lin's habitual sophistry.

For the past six months.

Yi Lin began to grow long hair.

I don't know if the food here has added hormones.

Since coming here, even if he eats light food every day, his height has been growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When she came here, she was 1.4 meters tall, and now Yi Lin is 1.6 meters tall.

If Yi Lin went to the brothel now and changed into brocade clothes, she would really look like an ordinary handsome boy.

Her long hair hasn't been cut for half a year, and Yi Lin is also used to growing her long hair, and tied it behind her head with a strong straw rope, like a ponytail.

After the daily breathing in the morning, Yi Lin was bothered by the two mother spirits, and she had no intention of fighting any more, so she slapped Xiao Mei who was about to emerge from her long hair and babbled back, got up and picked up the pole from the wooden hut, And in front of the handyman's room, I chose two wooden barrels from the row, and walked to the stream.

"Xiao Linzi, it's early."

When Yi Lin was about to go to work, the door of Uncle Chenbei's room opened, and he was holding the basin to wash with a smile, and smiled at Yi Lin.

"Hello, Uncle Chen."

Yi Lin let go of her hands from the shoulder pole, her shoulders sank immediately, the straw sandals on her feet suddenly pressed an inch into the mud, and her whole body sank. But he didn't change his expression, he bowed his hands to Uncle Chen Bei as a greeting.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Hehehe."

Chen Bei waved his hand and turned back to the wooden hut.

After Uncle Chenbei returned to the house, other wooden cottages also came and went, and there was movement.

Now in the handyman class, including Uncle Chenbei and Yi Lin, there are a total of 26 handyman disciples.

Among the twenty-six handyman disciples, the one who stayed the longest was undoubtedly the white-haired Uncle Chen Bei, and the youngest and freshest rookie was undoubtedly Yi Lin.

After staying here for half a year, Yi Lin finally understood the deep meaning of what Jian Nanchun said half a year ago.

When Yi Lin first arrived, there were actually 27 people in the handyman class.

Until now, only one person has been transferred away and officially became a disciple of the outer sect of Tianjianmen.

It is said that his career as a handyman from a handyman disciple to an outer disciple lasted for nearly ten years.

When he left, tears streaming down his face, he roared at the sky, venting the joy in his heart.

Yi Lin could understand, but couldn't imagine.

This kind of handyman career, day after day, year after year, how can it last for ten years.

If it were Yi Lin, Tianjianmen would not wait.

Who do you look down on?

Erin thought so at the time.

As for now, Yi Lin doesn't care too much.

As for the reason... Hehe.

...

The wooden barrel on the shoulder is particularly heavy.

On the day when he first arrived, Uncle Chenbei instructed Yi Lin how to carry water and what procedures the handyman disciples should go through every day.

But at that time, Yi Lin didn't care, an empty wooden barrel was carried on his shoulder, which almost dried him into the soil when he was young.

Until Uncle Chenbei cheerfully lifted the wooden barrel from Yi Lin's shoulder with one hand, Yi Lin finally understood that there was something wrong with the wooden barrel.

What material is the bucket made of, bastard?

Later, Uncle Chenbei explained that these wooden barrels were all made of Jinding Shenyuan wood produced in Nanzhan Buzhou. This kind of wood is not very useful for refining magic weapons. This wood has one notable feature...it is extra heavy. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than 600 jin. It's no wonder that the thin and frail Yi Lin couldn't carry it with physical strength alone.

So how did the seemingly old Chen Bei resist?

Is he really the peerless powerhouse hidden in the handyman?

No, the plot is not that bloody.

In fact, the reason why Uncle Chenbei can carry these wooden barrels is very simple.

—— Refining Qi.

There is a special array inside the wooden barrel, as long as the breath continues to circulate, it can greatly reduce the weight of the wooden barrel, achieving the effect of lifting a weight as if it were light.

Once the breath is cut off, or the flow is not smooth, the wooden barrel will be pressed down again, crushing people.

Just this project of lifting water contains all kinds of deep meanings, which opened Yi Lin's eyes.

"The focus is on breathing."

Yi Lin opened and closed his eyes, there was a small air flow in his limbs, and his feet sunk in the soil were raised again. He hummed a little song easily, and walked nimbly along the winding path, moving the two After filling the wooden barrel with clean water, he walked up the mountain.

at the same time.

On the top of the main peak of the Hanging Mountain.

There is a garden here.

In the courtyard of the Bieyuan, there are purple flowers that never wither all year round, and there is also a dead tree with no leaves on it.

On the bluestone slab covered with purple petals, there is a stone table, two stone benches, and two old men in Taoist robes.

The two old people didn't know that they were Geng Geng this year and had gray hair, but they had rosy faces, delicate skin, and delicate eyebrows, so they could be called white-haired and childlike.

The most amazing thing is that the facial features of the two old people are almost printed in the same mold, no matter how closely you look at them, you can't see any difference.

Between the two old men, on the stone table, there is a chessboard.

The number of vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard is nineteen, which is clearly an ordinary go.

One of the old men held a sunspot in his hand and looked at the empty chessboard, but did not drop it.

The two old men closed their eyes tightly, and the eyeballs squirmed under their eyelids, as if they were thinking or looking at something.

"He is Lin Yi from Qingniu Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou."

"Yes, Lin Yi."

"Six months,"

"No matter how mediocre a monk is, he should have cultivated to the fifth level of Qi."

"But why is he still hovering on the second floor of Naqi?"

The conversation between the two was very strange.

The former had just spoken half a sentence, but the latter continued smoothly without a pause. The conversation between the two sounds as smooth as a person talking to himself.

"This child breathes smoothly when it moves,"

"The sea of ​​qi sometimes condenses and sometimes disperses, and sometimes gathers time and space. It is difficult to become a big weapon."

"but,"

"But he understands the trick of 'Blood Refining and Congealing Sword Technique'."

"Oh? It's that tasteless book——"

"Who gave it to him?"

"The head is supreme."

"How come?" The old man who spoke first finally opened his eyes and said in surprise.

"Why not?" The old man who spoke after that also opened his eyes: "Oh, brother, you should open your eyes first, as a brother, you will be disrespectful, and you will be the first to deal with it."

When the latter heard the words, he was speechless and annoyed in his heart.

The white piece landed on the chessboard with a snap.

"Luozi, Tianyuan."

"...You want to lose that much?"

The two put away their spiritual knowledge and began to fight fiercely on the checkerboard. You come and go, and you won't give in to each other.

An hour later, Luozi Tianyuan... suffered a disastrous defeat.

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