Half a month later.

It is the fifteenth day of the month.

Today is the day when two elders of the teaching of merits routinely preach and answer questions.

Many people rode cranes in the sky of Xianshan, and went to the main peak of Xiandao together like a market.

On the way, many disciples in the sect were whispering in groups of three or two.

"Have you heard that a weird person has recently appeared among the registered disciples."

"Strange man, why didn't you say... Lin Yi?"

"Which Lin Yi?"

"Tsk, which Lin Yi is there? There is only one Lin Yi!"

"I heard that Lin Yiben is a registered disciple recruited by Elder Chuanyuan."

"No way? Didn't it mean that the second elder of the Pathology Garden has not accepted disciples for fifty years?"

"So, Lin Yi must have something extraordinary to be happy to the elder who passed down the throne."

"So what? Lin Yi turned around and ran to Fangyuanshan again."

When several people discussed.

There were three or five monks carrying another group of cranes. As if they heard a few people discussing, they couldn't help but come up to participate in the discussion and gossip together.

Gossip is human nature and instinct.

"Hey, you are so unfamiliar with the news. According to legend, after Lin Yi obtained the qualification of a registered disciple of Fangyuanshan, he turned around and ran to Yanmoshan, and shamelessly approached the master and elder."

"hiss--"

When everyone heard this, they took a breath of the cool air in the fairy mountain.

Someone counted with his fingers: "I heard that not only the preaching garden, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, but also Jielu Mountain, Baicao Mountain, and Wenjian Mountain, they also accepted Lin Yi as their registered disciples!"

"Ah? Are these elders wanting to be faceless? Can they tolerate Lin Yi being so fickle?"

"This is nothing. I heard that a registered disciple heard about Lin's deeds and wanted to imitate Lin's actions, cast a wide net, and fish frequently. To see if he could win his favor, he could rise to the top and step into the qualification of an inner disciple. But what do you think?"

"What's wrong?" I never expected that I could hear such secrets on the road. A group of people gathered together, extremely curious.

"I heard that the registered disciple who imitated Lin Yi was about to follow Lin Yi's rise and flew one by one. But as soon as he climbed the Yuanshan Mountain, he was slapped out by Ren Qingshan himself! Finally, he was discovered by his disciples in the purple bamboo forest hanging a hundred miles away. He had been unconscious for three days and three nights and was seriously injured but not healed!"

"Wow!"

"Outstanding!"

"miserable!"

"sad!"

"Silence!"

"I hope everyone is fine!"

More than a dozen cranes advanced in unison, and the disciples on the crane exclaimed in unison.

They thought it was unscientific.

The elders in the sect want to save face.

This is a well-known thing.

Once you join a certain lineage, any disciple is not following the rules and trembling, fearing that he will make his master unhappy, so he will be expelled from the master and return to the sergeant class, and even the registered disciples cannot be saved.

But who is Lin Yi?

Can he actually commit crimes repeatedly and succeed again and again?

Could it be that the illegitimate son of an elder in the sect is not?

Just as they were about to continue the discussion.

A green-browed crane with a long and narrow beak with an exquisite pastry flying happily.

On the green crane, a young man wearing a blue shirt with a registered disciple, looked hurried, as if he was rushing on the road.

"Shh!"

"It's that Lin Yi!"

When the green cranes flew past, more than a dozen cranes that had gathered together immediately separated and flew to avoid suspicion.

"Bang bang bang bang bang--"

As the crane's wings rose and fell, Lin Yi's waist made a series of crisp sounds.

That was a bunch of registered disciples' waist cards.

It was a thrilling sound, in the morning light, and it looked particularly dazzling.

...

...

Today is the preaching day for elders of the merits and the two sheep of black and white.

Thousands of people took their seats in the square one after another.

They found the open space and sat down quietly, waiting for the elder who passed on the merit to be in place.

When Lin Yi came, he attracted countless strange gazes.

In the past half month, many people have heard that a strange man appeared among the registered disciples.

But this strange guy who is fickle is good at everything, and every elder looks at him differently, which is very strange.

Yi Lin felt that the belt was very heavy and was almost falling off.

There is no way, the registered disciple has too many waist cards and can't hold it anymore.

Yi Lin himself was also helpless.

Using Chenbei's tiger skin, Yi Lin successively conquered Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, Jielu Mountain, and Taiyi Mountain.

According to the weight of half a pound of each waist brand, it is equivalent to a four-pound weight hanging on the belt.

He can hold on, but his belt can't hold on.

"Today I will listen to the teachings of the Hei and White Two Sheep. The day after tomorrow I have to go to Baicaoshan to learn alchemy. Four days later I have to go to Zhujianshan to learn the method of opening the furnace. Six days later I have to go to Taiyishan to learn the deduction of the hexagrams. Eight days later I have to go to Jianshan to learn the basic sword techniques... The flower boy in Fangyuanshan seemed to be able to explain the key points of the layout of multiple array techniques. The time arrangement is very compact!"

Yilin filled the courses.

Arranged properly.

If this continues, Yi Lin will be busy with gyroscopes, with courses every month, almost uninterrupted.

Too fulfilling.

This is still during the day.

Tonight, Yi Lin had something else to do.

Before I knew it, I became a celebrity.

Yi Lin was also helpless.

Yi Lin vaguely noticed from the look of other disciples looking at him.

There is no way, he is now like a firefly in the dark, dazzling and difficult to hide.

Yi Lin shook the heavy waist cards on her waist helplessly, chose a corner, and sat down quietly.

When I arrived in the square and waited for a while, the two black and white sheep came on the auspicious clouds.

After a long time no see, the second sheep's hair is snow-white and her style remains the same.

Without nonsense, the two of them chose a book called "Xiu Ming Sword Book" and began to preach without emotion like singing scriptures.

As soon as I heard the name of this book, I knew it was a practice that female disciples practiced.

Many female disciples' eyes lit up, listened carefully, closed their eyes and breathed.

Practicing within the sect does not mean that you only need to focus on one sect. Listening to other sects can also verify the practices you practice and check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

This month's preaching period also has another important significance. When thousands of disciples breathe, the elders of the Chuangong will beside him and guide the disciples' shortcomings.

This strong learning atmosphere moved Yi Lin.

But after listening to it for a while, Yi Lin was indifferent to interest and sneaked away.

While the Hei and White Sheep were not at home, Yi Lin thought about it and decided to steal the house.

The last time I promised Chenbei's purple bamboo wine was about a month. I have recently received a lot of favors from Chenbei and should pay it back.

After Yilin left.

The two black and white sheep sitting quietly on the soft cushion opened their eyes at the same time, staring at the direction where Yi Lin left, and sneered secretly.

"Hey,"
To be continued...