Time flies.

Half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

Yi Lin, in this world, Lin Yi, a human race, is thirteen and a half years old, belongs to the Tianjian Sect, and is a glorious... Servant disciple.

Half a year, half a year!

Jian Nanchun is so damn, does he know how I came here in the past six months? Ah?

One morning.

The rising sun is rising.

Bright light comes from the sky.

Yi Lin got up from the bed of the wooden hut in the extremely luxurious single apartment assigned by the sect, picked up the carved little wooden man beside him, and used the family carpenter knife that Lin's father gave with tears before leaving, and carved a mark on the wooden man with a handwritten carpenter knife that he gave with tears before leaving.

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

Yi Lin developed the habit of recording his days casually.

From the disciple of the Wannian Servant, Mr. Chen Bei, Yi Lin learned that the place where the immortal mountain of Tianjianmen is located is located in a "worldly land on earth".

After listening to his description, Yi Lin speculated that this place was most likely a "secret realm".

Either a "special point" or a "copy", in short, it is a small world hidden in the big world.

But the time flows in the Tianjian Gate Immortal Realm is no different from the world.

Six hours are one day, and six hours are one night.

Day and night alternate, and the sun and moon pass by.

So Yilin invented the timer himself.

It was a small wooden man he hand-carved.

The three words "Jiannanchun" are engraved behind the wooden man.

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

To this day, there have been 189 shallow fine marks, not many, not many, and densely packed, and there are almost no spare space for the wooden man.

"It's time to carve a new wooden man."

Yi Lin stuffed the "timer" puppet under the quilt and walked outside. A clear stream flowed down from the mountain and passed through the servicing room. The morning mist was so foggy that it was cool and moist. Yi Lin used a wooden basin to make a basin of clear water. After washing it briefly, while the other wooden cottages were still not moving, he sat on a large round-shaped stone with a simple grass cattail on the stone.

This is the place where he used to meditate and absorb energy.

Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…out…

"puff."

As he sucked, a fart leaked out of Yilin's back door...it leaked.

“Wow hahaha——”

An exquisite little man came out from behind Yi Lin's neck and sneered unscrupulously in his ear.

"Didn't you say that, there are many people here, and their spiritual consciousness range can almost cover the entire suspended fairy mountain. If you find you, I'm not going to explain."

Yi Lin pinched the "mini" Bai Xiaoyi's toothpick-thick arm, and raised it in front of her, and scolded her with a dark face.

"Tsk, Master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your barrier could have been isolated from most of the spiritual exploration?"

Bai Xiaoyi was pinched in Yi Lin and played with it carefully, but she couldn't move. She couldn't help but curl up and pretended to be pitiful.

"Can you be more careful? I can isolate most of the spiritual exploration, 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, if you can be slack, you can live a hundred years of life without being exposed."

"Young Master," said Yi Lin's ear, a "elf" wearing a mini-red dress, shaking her long snow-white hair, with a clean and cold face, reminding her in a helpless tone: "Who is that? Last night, I sneaked out of Wanjuan Mountain to investigate the ban on Lingshan?"

This other mini little man, if you look closely, he will be the shrinking Nie Hongxiu.

After Nie Hongxiu shrank, he lost a bit of mature charm and a bit of girlish purity. Standing with Bai Xiaoyi, he looked like a pair of elf sisters. Of course, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them was not mother and daughter, but it was just a mistake after being amnesiac after being transformed into ghosts, and then he was just wrong.

Yi Lin was blocked by the two little mother spirits, one by one, and the face was blocked, so he could only hold his face, swing his master's majesty, cough twice, and argue: "Didn't I just look outside and rub it, and didn't go in? I really went in, I've been discovered by someone."

Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other and refuted silently at Yi Lin's habitual quibbling.

In the past six months.

Yi Lin began to grow long hair.

I don’t know if the food here is added with hormones.

Since he came here, even though he was eating light materials every day, his height has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

If Yi Lin went to the brothel and changed into brocade clothes now, she would really have the style of an ordinary and handsome young boy.

Having had not cut his long hair for half a year, Yi Lin was used to growing her long hair and tied her hair behind her head with a firm straw rope, like a ponytail.

After taking his daily breath in the early morning, Yi Lin was disturbed by the two mother spirits and had no intention of fighting again. She slapped Xiaomei, who was about to come out of her long hair and muttered a few words. She got up and carried a shoulder pole from the wooden hut. In front of the mail room, she picked two wooden barrels and walked towards the stream.

"Kobayashi, it's early."

When Yi Lin was about to leave for work, Mr. Chenbei's room door opened. He smiled and washed with the basin, and smiled at Yi Lin.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Yi Lin loosened his hands from the shoulder pole, and his shoulders suddenly sank. The straw sandals he wore suddenly pressed down an inch into the mud, and his whole body sank. But his expression did not change, and he gave away his hands to bow to Mr. Chenbei to show his greetings.

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

Chen Bei waved his hand and turned back to Mulu.

After Mr. Chenbei returned to his house, other wooden huts also started to move.

Now, in the chores, including Mr. Chenbei and Yi Lin, there are a total of twenty-six chores disciples.

Among the twenty-six errand disciples, the one who stayed the longest time was the white-haired Cang Cangbei and the youngest and pink newcomer, naturally Yi Lin was undoubtedly.

After spending half a year here, Yi Lin understood the profound meaning of what Jian Nanchun said half a year ago.

When Irin first arrived, there were actually twenty-seven people in the choreograph.

Until now, one person was transferred and officially became a disciple of the outer sect of the Tianjian Sect.

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

When he left, he burst into tears, roared into the sky, venting the joy in his heart.

Yi Lin could understand, but could not imagine.

How can this kind of errand life last for ten years, day after day, year after year?

If it were Yi Lin, the place where Tianjianmen was not waiting.

Who do you look down on?

That's what Yi Lin thought at that time.

As for now, Yi Lin is not too much of a concern.

As for the reason...hehe.

...

The wooden barrel on the shoulder is particularly heavy.

On the day of his first arrival, Mr. Chenbei guided Yi Lin how to carry water and what procedures should the errand disciples take every day.

At that time, Yi Lin didn't care. An empty wooden barrel was carried on his shoulder and almost fucked him as young as the soil.

Until Mr. Chenbei happily lifted the barrel from Yi Lin's shoulder with one hand, Yi Lin finally realized that something was wrong with the barrel.

What material is made of bucket, bastard?

Later, Mr. Chenbei explained that these wooden barrels were all made of the golden tripod Shenyuan wood produced in the Nanzhan Continent. This wood is used to refine magic weapons and is of little use. This wood has a distinctive feature...it is that it is very heavy. A seemingly simple wooden barrel weighs more than 600 pounds. It is no wonder that Yi Lin, who is thin and weak in the past, cannot bear it by relying solely on physical strength.

So how did Mr. Chenbei, who seemed to be old, resist?

Is he really a peerless strong man hidden in the chores?

No, the plot is not that bloody.

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

——Qi Refining.

There is a special magic array inside the barrel. As long as there is a continuous flow of breath, the primary mate can reduce the weight of the barrel and achieve the effect of lifting lightly.

Once the breath stops or flows poorly, the barrel will be pressed down again, crushing the person.

Just this water-lifting project has various profound meanings, which opens Yi Lin's eyes.

“The focus is on breathing.”

Yi Lin's eyes opened and closed, and a tiny air flowed in all his limbs and bones. His feet that had sunk into the soil were raised again. He hummed a small song easily, took flexible steps, followed the winding path, filled the two wooden barrels with clear water, and walked up the mountain.

at the same time.

On the top of the main peak of the Hanging Mountain.
To be continued...