Jian Lin's life of cultivating immortality in the Guanlan Sect was initially very happy.

When Master Xuanhe was alive, the atmosphere in Chiyanfeng was strict and the disciples were friendly and helpful to each other, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

The young apprentices in the same batch ranged from seven to ten years old. Those who went up the mountain on the same day as Jian Lin included ten-year-old senior brother Wen Mingyuan and another eight-year-old senior sister Lin Zhi.

The three of them went up the mountain on the same day, arranged their houses in order, lived close to each other, and walked close to each other. From that day on, the three of them often traveled together and became a relatively good trio.

Later, Master Xuanhe passed away and Chiyan Peak experienced great changes. The three of them were all affected a lot because of their ordinary family backgrounds.

Senior brother Wen Mingyuan chose to end his cultivation at the age of sixteen because he had not made any progress for many years, left Chiyan Peak, and lived an ordinary life as a casual cultivator.

Lin Zhi and Jian Lin supported each other and hugged each other for warmth. Later, Lin Zhi struggled to make a breakthrough and cultivated the golden elixir. In order not to delay her friend's future, he deliberately stayed away from her. The two of them basically didn't speak much in the next three years.

Wen Mingyuan was young and mature. He hadn't seen him for several years and his appearance had basically not changed. Jian Lin stared at him closely and watched as he opened the door to the east wing and went in, making sure that he had not admitted his mistake.

She excitedly told the Demon Lord, "That's a senior brother who was very good to me, but why is he here? Who did he go to see?"

This remote courtyard is divided into east and west wing rooms. Jian Lin lives in the west wing room. The east wing room has always been empty and no one wants to live there.

Jian Lin was confused, had an idea, and looked at the Demon Lord eagerly.

The Demon Lord understood it at a glance, and she wanted to eavesdrop.

"What do you mean by a senior brother who was once very kind to you?" Demon Lord wanted to ask some questions.

"I calculated that he left Chiyan Peak about five years ago and lived a mortal life. Since then, we haven't spoken much," Jian Lin explained. "I don't know why he appeared here.

It’s really weird.”

The Demon Lord thought for a moment and realized that it was indeed strange. In that case, it would be better to follow him and have a look.

He stretched out his hand to pick up Jian Lin, stood up and landed lightly on the roof of the east wing. He opened the tiles and looked inside. He was in the inner bedroom. The Demon Lord picked up Jian Lin and moved inside. He opened the tiles again.

, this time I finally saw a human figure.

The viewing angle was limited. Jian Lin tilted his head and looked over, and could only see Wen Mingyuan's plain back. He was holding a bowl of medicine in his hand and talking to the person on the bed, "The medicine has gone cold, junior sister, you... ugh..."

The man on the bed was covered with a thick quilt. He coughed a few times and then replied in a hoarse voice, "Brother, don't worry about it. We both know in our hearts that my golden elixir is broken and the medicine will not work at all."

"This medicine clears away heat, detoxifies and replenishes the body. If you drink a little, it won't do you any harm." Wen Mingyuan's voice was gentle, and he sighed and blamed himself. "Speaking of which, it's all my brother's fault. I can only buy you some tonics.

I can help you repair the golden elixir."

"No," the voice of the man lying on the bed became excited, and he struggled to get up to retort, "How can you blame senior brother for this? It's my own fault. Now that you can come and see me, it is the greatest comfort in my life. At least it allows me

Before you die, you are not alone."

This struggle allowed Jian Lin to see clearly the face of the person lying on the bed. Isn't this her little senior sister Lin Zhi?

She said her golden elixir was broken. How could this happen?

The three of them never ended well, like a curse, they died, were injured, and left.

Wen Mingyuan's voice choked up, "Don't say that, junior sister, you won't die. Come with me, I will support you for the rest of my life."

"No, senior brother, I am a useless person. I will die clean and I can't drag you down."

The two people spoke sadly, and Jian Lin's eyes turned red. How could it be so miserable!

Wen Mingyuan comforted her softly for a while, then put the medicine on the small stove to warm it up again. Lin Zhi took it obediently, lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Wen Mingyuan carefully tucked her quilt, straightened up and left slowly.

After Wen Mingyuan left, Demon Lord brought Jian Lin down and landed in a quiet courtyard.

Jian Lin felt sad at the scene and remained silent. After looking around for a week, he walked into his west wing room.

There was a chain hanging on the door of the west wing. Jian Lin pried it open and pushed the door open. A familiar yet unfamiliar scene came to her face, making her feel like a dream for a moment.

Except for an extra layer of thick dust, everything in the room was exactly the same as when she left. No one came to search her room.

That group of people were so arrogant and confident that they didn't even bother to find other evidence and just pressed her to death.

Jian Lin's eyes were gloomy and full of hatred. She walked around in a circle and walked to the corner behind the bed. She touched the raised blue brick and pressed it down to open a secret door, which was the secret room where she practiced.

She put her head in, looked around, raised her steps and walked in slowly. According to her original memory, she sat cross-legged on the stone bed and let out a long sigh.

The Demon Lord leaned against the door and looked at her, saying with disdain, "This place is small and there is no ventilation hole. It is not suitable for you to practice here at all."

"It's good to have it. I'm just a little person, so I can't be picky," Jian Lin said calmly. Suddenly she found something interesting. She picked it up and said in surprise, "This bottle originally contained Yin Yuan Dan. It can be used."

It is said to be the place where dreams begin.”

The Demon Lord became interested when he heard it, and reached out to take it and take a closer look, "Ordinary coarse porcelain bottles can be seen everywhere. It seems that the people who did it were very cautious and changed the bottles on purpose. There are no useful clues."

As he said that he wanted to return it to Jian Lin, Jian Lin pressed it back and said with a smile, "I'll give this bottle to you as a token of our love."

The Demon Lord frowned and refused decisively, "No, didn't you listen to me? This bottle is not valuable."

"It's not a matter of money," Jian Lin forced the bottle into the palm of the demon king and said affectionately, "the meaning of this thing is greater than its own value. Think about it, I didn't take Yin Yuan Dan."

, nothing would happen, and if nothing happened, I wouldn’t run away to your house, and we wouldn’t meet at all. Of course, this is the so-called love token.”

What Jian Lin said was unreasonable, and the demon king laughed angrily and looked at her speechlessly.

"Take it," Jian Lin said with a smile, "If you don't accept it, it will prove that you don't like me, and then I will be very sad."

The Demon Lord believed that she was the reason for being sad, but he did not refute, his eyes fell on the bottle, and he reluctantly accepted it. At worst, he would throw it away later. He was too lazy to argue with her now.

Seeing the Demon Lord's expression, Jian Lin laughed to death, and it swept away a lot of gloom.

She walked out of the secret room and rummaged through her original belongings again, trying to find some useful clues.

During this period, the Demon Lord had been leaning against the door, staring at the west wing. After Jian Lin turned around and found nothing, he went over to talk to him, "What do you always see my little senior sister doing? Do you have any good ideas?"

Save her?"

As far as Jian Lin knows, it is very painful to break the golden elixir, and the repair process is even more difficult. More people will choose to cut the elixir to reduce the pain, but making this choice means cutting off the path to immortality.

road.

Of course, in theory, you can practice it again, but in fact it is more difficult than climbing to heaven. For thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone cultivating the golden elixir for the second time.

The Demon Lord glanced over lazily, "Of course I have a good idea, but I didn't want to save her, I was just thinking about another thing."

"What's the matter?" Jian Lin asked, and then quickly guessed, "It's about Feng Shui, right? You want to say that this small courtyard has bad Feng Shui, so my little senior sister and I are miserable. I understand this matter, so

Do you have any good ideas to save her?"

"What do you know?" Demon Lord was extremely disgusted, "Then tell me, what is the bad feng shui in this small courtyard?"

"It's not important." Jian Lin's attention was attracted by another point, "Lord Chongyuan, please tell me, is there any good way to save her? The golden elixir is broken, and my heart pulse feels like needle pricking every day.

It's uncomfortable to live, so show mercy and save her."

"Don't beg me, I don't have anything that can save her." Demon Lord looked playfully and said with a chuckle, "It's better to beg yourself."

Jian Lin was stunned and suddenly woke up, Jin Dan, Jin Dan, the thing related to Jin Dan in her body, isn't it the seed of Lord Huaiyin?

However, there is only one seed, and after saving the little senior sister, she can no longer use it.

The Demon Lord said with great interest, "You should think about this matter carefully. Let me declare in advance that at least in the past ten years, I will not be able to ask you for a new one. Once is an exchange, and asking for too much is greed. Huaiyin

You won’t give it to me.”

Jian Lin's face darkened and he nodded heavily to express his understanding.

She believed what the Demon Lord said. The system said that Lord Huaiyin was an existence beyond the three realms. It must have rules that it had to follow. She could not have as much as she wanted.

"You should think about this matter slowly," the Demon Lord changed the topic and talked about Feng Shui. "I'll tell you about Feng Shui. That kitchen is very strangely decorated. The stove faces the well directly, so water and fire will harm each other.

, the spiritual power forms a dead knot, you know what the dead knot means, entangled and stagnant, unable to achieve a breakthrough."

Jian Lin listened and felt inexplicably familiar.

"As for the path leading to your room, if it wasn't cut off by the wall, it would be more like a formation to draw spiritual energy to the dead knot. If I guessed correctly, there should be a twin formation, heading toward death.

Live, draw out the spiritual energy and use it for yourself."

"That kitchen was rebuilt by senior brother after my master died." Jian Lin's eyes became colder. "We all ate in the front hall originally. Later, he used the excuse to avoid disputes and built a small kitchen for us junior brothers and sisters.

We arranged to live near the kitchen."

"We didn't think much about it at the time. We just thought that the senior brother disliked us and put us in a remote place in the back hall, out of sight and out of mind." Jian Lin clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and looked at the Demon Lord, and said in a deep voice, "Chong

Master Yuan, you said this is a formation, a formation to attract spirits, then does my spiritual energy dissipate like this?"

"After your master's death, how many disciples are left who have not cultivated the golden elixir?" Demon Lord asked calmly, "How many of these disciples have cultivated the golden elixir under the hands of your senior brother?"
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