But for a while, he didn't figure it out.

Daqing's good junior brother continued:

"Senior Brother Jian, what's behind you?"

Yi Lin suddenly had a question that surprised Jian Nanchun. But he still answered from the heart: "There is a junior brother."

"wrong!"

Yi Lin took a step aside.

Behind Yilin, a snowman was piled up at some point, and the word "sword" was engraved on it.

Jian Nanchun: “…”

"So, my senior brother only paid attention to me and didn't notice the snowman."

I don't know if your answer is Snowman!

Senior Brother Jian’s mentality is slightly broken.

But Jian Nanchun, as a dignified Jindan monk, has a good understanding. He vaguely understood something.

Under the eaves, Xia Xiaoman watched the two of them happily playing puzzles. She looked at Jian Nanchun's collapsed expression and felt that the burning bait in her hand was fragrant.

Jian Nanchun was silent and thoughtful.

Yi Lin continued:

"Ru Ying...Ahem, the key to the tail tracking technique is here. If you want to learn, you cannot treat yourself as a person first."

"In this way, will the sense of existence decrease?"

"Who will pay attention to people who are not humans?"

“The sense of existence is a very delicate thing,”

"You will notice the enemy's killer moves, you will notice the bright special effects, you will notice the top cards in front of the brothel, you will look for the inn to settle in the heavy rain, and you will look for people who will attack you when your legs hurts severely."

Jian Nanchun: "?"

"But you will not notice the dead leaves on a big tree beside your enemy, nor will you notice the shadow behind you, the paint drops on the brothel plaque, nor will you notice the heavy rain, pouring into the turbulent water droplets."

"If you want others to think you are a 'shadow', first of all, you have to become a 'shadow'."

"Press down your emotions, calm your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget the fact that you are 'as a human' and completely integrate into your surroundings."

...

If Yi Lin’s former friend was here, he would probably be amazed at Jian Nanchun’s courage.

One dares to learn, the other dares to teach.

What Yi Lin is doing now is not a person who has come, but it is definitely unprecedented.

He normally knows that a "non-apostle" can understand abilities similar to those of the apostle's skills.

When he was making a big fuss in Jingnan City that night, the mysterious assassin hiding in the shadow of Zhennan King, his martial arts inspired Yi Lin.

This is not an ordinary world.

In this world, there are immortals, demons, Buddhists, Qi Refiners, and people who seek immortality.

With the help of the unique "spiritual energy" of this world, can you create some kind of "kung craft" and achieve the effect of "skills"?

Yi Lin is looking forward to Jian Nanchun's performance.

I saw Jian Nanchun calm down under Yi Lin's "instructions", breathing calmly, and in the yard, like a sculpture, motionless.

This is the usual posture of monks to breathe and meditate, sitting cross-legged, and facing the sky with their five hearts.

But at this moment, Jian Nanchun was quieter, more calmer, and more calmer than usual.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Xia Xiaoman was full and took a nap.

Afternoon,

Hail fell from the sky.

The fine hail hit Jian Nanchun's body, wet his white clothes, but it failed to disrupt Jian Nanchun's breathing and rhythm.

at night.

It started snowing.

The wind and snow piled Jian Nanchun into a snowman.

Jiannanchun Snowman, a "Sword Card" snowman built by Yi Lin, formed a sharp contrast.

Since Jian Nanchun entered the state, Yi Lin left.

Even Xia Xiaoman has become a cultivator in the Qi training stage, so he can't fall behind.

There is no time to practice.

In the blink of an eye,

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Jingnan City ushered in the 14th year of Jisheng Li, January 1.

The city was decorated with lights and colorful lights. The residents swept away their previous depression, played with snow on the streets, and shouted to merchants.

This world seems to have the habit of celebrating the New Year.

Farewell to the old and welcome the new, and reunite with relatives and friends.

“Fourth Year.”

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman were in the yard, under the tree, ignited a bonfire. The two sat aside, holding several forks in their hands, with vegetables, mushrooms, radishes, winter bamboo shoots, mutton pieces, dipping sauce, beef hooves, various ingredients, red, green and green, and sprinkled with special "Yirin brand spices".

When the surface of the beef and mutton is slightly burnt and yellow, the gravy drips, and a crisp sound is made in the bonfire, under Jiannanchun's "Thousand Machine Array", the meat fragrance is everywhere, and mixed with the fragrance of vegetables is particularly attractive.

"Save a little bit of it, there is not much inventory!"

Yi Lin watched her junior sister shake her hands like a severe Parkinsonian patient in order to make the skewers more fragrant. The powder was poured onto the skewers, and about one-third of them fell into the fire, causing a secret pain.

"Senior brother, don't be so stingy. Isn't it just a little seasoning powder? What a big deal!"

Xia Xiaoman raised her chest hard and showed contempt. Parkinson's hands became even worse and there was no cure.

"you……"

Yi Lin raised his hand, and finally gave up the idea of ​​forcibly taking it back.

Don't say this in front of Ye Liangchen, the elder of Baicaoshan.

These powders are made of the treasures of heaven and earth on his fairy mountain.

Ye Liangchen is so stingy that he really knows that you have squandered his fairy grass powder so much that you must beat you to death.

Yi Lin secretly complained.

"The string on your right hand has to turn around. The heat is almost done."

"The skewers on the left hand are almost flooding the meat..."

"Don't eat it first, let the senior brother take a photo first."

A flash of light, the soul cuisine is automatically generated, and the fragrance is scattered.

The two of them were burying their hard work, as if they were afraid that whoever would lose.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry, senior brother said frankly..."

"Wuwuwu?" Xia Xiaoman's mouth was stuffed with food and made a strange whimper.

"If you eat it again, I am afraid that Senior Brother Jian's flying sword will not be able to catch you next time!"

"Get out... hiccup~"

The two were full.

"Click."

The ice sculpture that had been frozen beside me for countless days had cracked a gap.

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other, and they felt a sympathy. One person cleaned up the bonfire, and the other hurriedly hid the empty forks on the ground into the snow.

"KaKaKa--"

The ice sculpture cracked from it, revealing Jian Nanchun's light smile.

Jian Nanchun suddenly stood up like a giant, exuding a breath of cumin all over his body.

Yi Lin was stunned. Jian Nanchun was... a breakthrough?

"Why is it so fragrant in the courtyard?"

As soon as Jian Nanchun broke through the ice, he smelled a scent that made his index finger tremble.

"Senior Brother Jian, have you broken through?"

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman wiped the corners of their mouths as if nothing had happened at the same time, and Yi Lin asked on his own initiative.
To be continued...