Yi Lin still has many questions to ask.

As he asked, Yi Lin became addicted to asking.

Inside the pivot, the little coconuts and the little white flowers were almost cold.

But for Yi Lin, there is no big problem.

Isn't this a fact that has been understood long ago?

The bat was tired, lazy or disliked, but after saying that, his wings shook and flew to the tree and curled up. His claws grabbed the pitiful, maldeveloped "charming coconut" with his eyes closed and he huddled.

Yi Lin had no choice but to think about entering the spiritual space, but soon after, he returned to the outside.

At this point, Yi Lin finally unlocked her mental state and played it freely.

As he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, he returned to Mulu.

Outside the house, birds were singing crisply, and wisps of dazzling light penetrated through the gaps in the wood hut, casting a mottled halo on Yi Lin's face.

It's dawn.

Unexpectedly, it took a night.

It took a lot of time to chat with Green for a night.

All Irin wanted to do was delayed.

But this doesn't matter. Anyway, you can enter the pivot at any time, so just wait for the next night before talking about it.

So Yi Lin quickly got up from the simple bed, fetched water and washed up, and picked a few wild fruits that were born and raised in the square mountain to satisfy her hunger and quench her thirst.

When Yi Lin followed the way to the villa on the top of Fangyuan Mountain, the flower boy took his seat on time and started his daily teaching.

What he taught today is the key points of the layout of each type of array technique.

The other six new inner disciples had long listened, eager to learn.

Yi Lin quietly opened [Like a shadow] and sat in the corner.

As the flower girl was talking, she suddenly found that there was one more person. Her smile froze, but she quickly returned to peace.

When did this person come?

A thought flashed through the flower boy's mind.

Although Yi Lin was late, there was nothing he could do, and it didn't mean he was not easy to learn.

He carefully wrote down every word of the flower boy and secretly digested it to confirm it one by one with his knowledge.

He has the basics of magic, crystal pattern, and supreme stream spells. He learns it quickly and can even learn from one example.

The most interesting thing about array technology is Yi Lin’s layout method.

Spiritual energy is the most core energy supply in array technology, but the supply of this spiritual energy is more sources. In addition to the most serious spirit stones, magic weapons rich in spiritual energy, or other flowers, plants and trees, can form a formation, which is very magical.

To put it bluntly, this "asymmetry" also contains the "rules" in it, but this rule is more hazy and not easy to learn.

After one class, it was sunset and dusk again.

As a registered disciple, Yi Lin was not qualified to ask questions. While others came forward to ask, Yi Lin left quietly again and did not have much interaction with Hua Tong and others.

"Ren Qingshan stays in the house every day and doesn't go out. It's hard to break into his villa."

Yi Lin often observed the villa. Although he did not release his perception, he knew that Ren Qingshan was inside the house and rarely went out.

He couldn't break in rashly, so as not to alarm the enemy.

Before nightfall, Yi Lin came to the shore of the circumference of the mountain.

This is the place to find cranes, which is equivalent to a pier or a bus stop.

Cranes danced gracefully in the sky, with elegant postures and particularly agile.

"It's quite troublesome if you don't have the qualifications of an outer disciple."

Yi Lin watched the pier for a long time, thinking about catching the crane today to ride, he happened to see one of the cranes. The dog was sneaky, shrank its wings and flew out of the mountain little by little.

"It's you."

Yi Lin whistled, stretched out an invisible "big finger technique" from afar, poking behind Xianhe's butt, scaring the crane to convulse all over and almost crashing.

When the crane swayed and came to Yi Lin with a sad face, Yi Lin finally understood how vulgar the movements of the crane were.

I really have a fate. This seems to be the pitiful crane that was once forced to ride by Yi Lin.

"You probably don't want me to use strong, do you?"

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes, smiled gently, and stroked the feathers of the crane.

The crane hesitated for a moment and nodded, as if he agreed.

"It looks quite easy to tame monsters."

Yi Lin was familiar with the car and took off on a crane.

This time, he came to Yanmo Mountain.

On Ren Qingshan's side, after tasting the sweetness of the fox and pretending to be a tiger, Yi Lin was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight up the mountain and was stopped by a disciple of Yan Moshan.

"Bold, just a registered disciple, dare to trek into Yanmo Mountain!"

The inner disciple guarding the gate was furious when he saw that there were two registered disciples hanging on Yi Lin's waist.

But while he was furious, he felt puzzled.

Two...recorded disciple waist card?

How could it be two pieces?

"Hello, senior brother, I'm a little hurry and I'm reckless. I hope to forgive you." Yi Lin felt that there was no need to show off in front of ordinary disciples, so he made a gesture and bowed his hands. He smiled and said, "The preaching garden, Fang Yuanshan, is a joint registered disciple, Lin Yi, who is here to meet the elders of calligraphy and painting, on the orders of the two elders."

Yi Lin felt that her smile was quite kind, but for some reason, the inner disciple who was guarding the gate felt that the smile was full of provocation. He pinched the magic tricks with his hands and was about to move thickly. He said coldly: "Hmph, where did the registered disciples come from? Did your elders teach you to abide by the rules of the gate? The elders of calligraphy and painting are not your little registered disciples, you see them as soon as you say? Where do you think I am Yanmo Mountain?"

When Yi Lin heard this, she was not angry. She looked calm and took out the wordless token given by Chen Bei, and said loudly to the courtyard: "Lin Yi, a friend of Chen Bei, asks to see the elder of calligraphy and painting."

"you--"

The disciples guarding the gate saw Yi Lin dared to make noise during the rest time of the calligraphy and painting elder, and his face turned black. If he couldn't stop this guy, wouldn't it be his fault if the calligraphy and painting elder bet on him?

He suddenly took out a thick brush from his waist and pointed it at Yi Lin's chest. The tip of the brush was not stained with ink, but it had already brought out a little darkness.

"Good talent, stop."

A lazy voice came from inside the house.

The door opened silently, and a graceful woman, with her feet on the seven-colored stream of light, floated up.

If you look closely, the seven-color flowing light under a woman's feet is said to be light, but in fact it is more like seven-color ink. With the woman's pace, the seven-color ink under her feet changes its posture, sometimes like flowers and sometimes like stars, and the special effects are very sufficient.

The woman was wearing a half-covered mask on her face, and the pattern on the mask was a gorgeous dragon and phoenix embroidered color. As the woman approached, the dragon and phoenix on the mask seemed to come alive. The dragon and phoenix eyes showed bright eyes, as if staring at Yi Lin on the mask.

While the other party was looking at Yi Lin, Yi Lin was also looking at the elders of calligraphy and painting.

Based on the information he received from Jian Nanchun in advance.

The elder of calligraphy and painting, the master of painting, is unknown to know whether the name is true or false, the gender is female, the age is secret, the appearance is unknown, the personality is gentle, the love of sleep, and stays in the house for many years, and is still in conflict with the world. He is the most Buddhist elder in the sect, no one. He is currently single and has not yet made a Taoist couple.

Although I was not sure why Jian Nanchun knew so much about the elders of calligraphy and painting, Yi Lin was too lazy to ask more questions after getting the information.

After Shi Huayan asked the disciples to retreat, he looked at Yi Lin's face for a moment, and then extended his hand to Yi Lin.

Her fingers have very white skin, her five fingers are slender, and her nails are moist, which gives people a feeling of being weak and tender.

This is a woman who comes out of the painting.

Yi Lin secretly evaluated the other party's temperament in her heart.

Although Shi Huayan wore a dragon and phoenix embroidered face on her face, she couldn't see her expression clearly. But from her soft voice, she couldn't hear joy or sorrow, as if she had just woken up, and her words were chanting in her dreams.

"Let me see... your token."

"good."

Yi Lin handed the wordless order to Shi Huayan.

The master Huayan held the wordless token in his hand and rubbed his ten fingers for a moment.

This token Yi Lin has long been quite familiar. There should have words on it, but the side with words has been worn off, leaving only a rough scratch, and nothing is good to look at.

"From today, Lin Yi, you are a registered disciple of the Calligraphy and Painting Mountain. Every day at dusk, you can come here to listen. Every month, the teacher will preach the Dharma personally, don't forget."

Shi Huayan handed over the wordless token back to Yi Lin, and there was a little smile in her voice.

On the one hand, the identity card of the registered disciple with numbers was engraved with them floated into Yi Lin's hand with the wordless token.

At this point,

Yi Lin hung up the waist tags of three registered disciples on his waist.

The three-sided waist-branded belts touched one piece and made a muffled sound.

Yi Lin started to have a headache.
Chapter completed!