Chapter 820 1 Koshi

After Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun Yujian left.

Uncle Chenbei looked at the back of the two leaving with sighs, deeply moved.

He is lamenting that time is like water, gone without a trace.

But the uncle didn't sigh for too long.

In sixty years, he has seen too many things in the handyman class.

Whether it is a young talent or a mediocre junior.

Too much, too much, too much.

Uncle Chen Bei hummed a little song, and easily picked up Yi Lin's shoulder pole, ready to go up the mountain.

At this point, the morning light fell, and the rest of the handyman disciples didn't even know that another disciple left from the handyman class, ignorantly washing, eating, and preparing for the day's work.

at this moment.

Suddenly,

Everything was silent.

Except for Uncle Chenbei, all the handyman disciples stopped their movements strangely.

They are motionless, their eyes, breathing, and heartbeat are all strangely still, like sculptures.

A woman with white hair like a waterfall and a phoenix-headed jade hairpin stuck in a bun, stood behind Uncle Chen Bei at some time.

Uncle Chenbei paused, slowly put down his shoulder pole, turned around, and looked at the woman who appeared behind him.

The woman was wearing a gauze, so she couldn't see her face clearly. But in those eyes, it seems that the sun, the moon and the stars are hidden, with divine light inside.

Uncle Chenbei looked at it for a moment, then sighed: "I haven't seen you for a year, why are you here?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The woman's tone was calm.

"Hey," Uncle Chenbei chuckled: "As the saying goes, youth is fleeting and your face is easy to grow old, but when I look at you, you are still as beautiful as a flower. This old man is very jealous."

The woman was wearing a plain white Taoist robe. When she heard the words, her eyes did not move, she just slowly raised her hand, and saw that with the movement of the woman's hand, the white and delicate skin on the back of the hand was formed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wrinkles, loses luster.

It seems that in this short period of time, the woman was washed by the torrent of time again and aged quickly.

But this weird scene didn't last long, the woman's old skin disappeared in an instant, returning to youth. The woman said softly: "If the senior brother is willing, the junior sister is willing to face it as an elder."

When Uncle Chen Bei heard this, he shook his head quickly: "Forget it, it's better to be young."

The woman gently lowered her hand.

The two were silent.

The atmosphere is awkward.

When Uncle Chenbei wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, the woman said again: "Junior sister is looking for someone to inherit the mantle of master."

"The person you fancy, but that morning Rushuang?"

"yes."

"That baby is not bad, but it's a little bit off."

"How about Lin Yi?"

"He has a very high comprehension, a good heart, and unsatisfactory aptitude. He is a good seedling." Uncle Chenbei grinned: "But what I can't see through the most is that he seems to have a short life, not like a monk who can prolong his life. Weird."

The woman nodded, as if she just asked "Lin Yi" casually, and didn't take it too seriously.

After finishing speaking, the woman turned around and wanted to leave.

Chen Bei asked again: "Could it be that you want to take Lin Yi in?"

The woman stopped, and the veil floated up, revealing the corners of her plump lips.

"You know, I don't accept male disciples."

Chen Bei hesitated for a moment, but still said what was in his heart: "But because of him?"

"Senior brother knows it well, why bother to ask?"

"Obsession."

Chen Bei sighed lightly.

"It is this obsession that keeps junior sister alive."

"But it's also this obsession that will eventually kill you."

"For five thousand years, after the Empress Qijue, no one has been able to break through to the Nine Heavens. If letting go of the obsession can make the younger sister live for another three or two hundred years, it doesn't matter if you don't let go of this obsession."

"stubborn."

"Thank you."

"..."

The woman left.

In this way, it seems that it is really just a reminiscence.

The next time we meet, maybe another sixty years later.

After the woman left, Chen Bei picked up the pole again, carried two empty wooden barrels, and walked up the mountain along the path.

Chen Bei seems to be in a good mood today, humming a song while climbing the mountain.

If Yi Lin is here, he will find that what Chen Bei is humming is clearly the ditty that Yi Lin usually hums, with the taste of modern pop songs.

Songs like "Let go of that girl", "Love is a gust of wind", "It breaks my heart and tears flow all night".

Humming and humming, fog rose in the forest, hit Chen Bei's face, condensed into dew, and slid down the wrinkles on his face.

If you don't know why, you may think that the old man is crying.

Or...he was actually crying.

"It's not just you who are obsessed with it."

Bamboo forests in the mist, trails by the stream, sighing melancholy.

Until the woman and Chen Bei left separately.

The rest of the servant disciples in front of the servant's room started to move again.

It was as if the sculpture had come to life, returning to life.

They didn't know anything about the conversation that just happened.

...

...

Here, everyone seems to have a story.

Some stories are like a bowl of tea.

Some stories are like a pool of strong wine.

The story of Jian Nanchun is a bit on point.

Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun are flying in the sky.

After half a year, Jian Nanchun was afraid that Yi Lin would forget, so he reminded in a low voice: "Little brother, for the sake of reminding you so much, don't forget our agreement."

It's good that Jian Nanchun didn't open his mouth.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Yi Lin couldn't help but took out the "Jian Nanchun No. 2" that hadn't had time to carve a few more knives, and hit it a few times.

Yi Lin felt a little angry.

You put Lao Tzu in the handyman class for half a year, and went to have a good time by yourself. If Lao Tzu doesn't toss you, you will be lucky. How dare you mention "promise"?

Brother Chun, brother Chun, are you still shameless?

Yi Lin remained silent.

Jian Nanchun noticed that Yi Lin had a lump in his heart, so he took the opportunity to explain: "Junior Brother Lin, you don't know something, you officially entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, and worked in the handyman class for three to five or seven years, but every disciple has a process after all. .”

"The same to you?"

"Of course." Jian Nanchun chuckled, "Do you know Chen Bei?"

"know."

"Brother, he was already there when I was in the handyman class. Twenty years have passed, but he is still there. Do you understand?"

"Forget it." Yi Lin decided not to argue too much with this guy for the time being... No time. He casually asked about Xia Xiaoman.

Speaking of which, Yi Lin didn't care about the Eldest Princess, but the Human Emperor's Seal in the Eldest Princess' pocket. That is a major event related to his life and death in this world.

"You said Junior Sister Xia..."

Jian Nanchun wasn't happy when he was outside, but when he got inside, he called "Junior Sister" and "Junior Brother" very smoothly.

Jian Nanchun simply told about Xia Xiaoman.

Not to mention, Yi Lin doesn't know yet.

It turns out that the handyman class is divided into male and female disciples.

The handyman class of the female disciples is on the other side of the Hanging Fairy Mountain. There is no route where the male and female classes meet at all, this is also for safety.

When Yi Lin knew that Xia Xiaoman, as the eldest princess of Daqing, was also doing chores like him, her heart was instantly relieved, and a euphoric smile appeared on her face.

"Which cheat book, who gave it?"

Yi Lin thought of the rags that Jian Nanchun stuffed in the third month, and asked casually.

Jian Nanchun hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Junior Brother Lin, don't ask about this matter."

Seeing that Jian Nanchun seemed to have something to hide, Yi Lin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after.

Jian Nanchun's flying sword arrived at its destination.

It was a garden located on the main peak.

Tianjianmen hangs in the sky on the fairy mountain, with a vast area.

On the fairy mountain, there are many peaks.

On many mountain peaks, that is to say, in mid-air, there are also floating small islands in the air. There are forests, grass, and peaks on the islands.

This landform is magnificent, magical and amazing.

As for this other garden, Yi Lin saw it from a distance when she was investigating at night without incident, but did not go deep into it.

When Jian Nanchun brought him to the gate of the Bieyuan, Yi Lin frowned: "The Bieyuan of the elder Chuangong?"

Jian Nanchun was startled by these words: "How did Junior Brother Lin know?"

It stands to reason that the usual work place of the handyman class is at most outside the floating island of Xianshan Mountain, at most it is close to the residence of outer disciples, Zizhu Forest, Jingxin Yuan and other formal disciples' training places.

Further to the inner circle, there is plenty of aura, and miscellaneous disciples and unowned spirit beasts are not allowed to enter.

And the main peak of the fairy mountain floating island in the most core area is the solitary wooden hut for the inner disciples, the elders' gardens and other places, and the handyman disciples are not qualified to come up.

But Junior Brother Lin recognized Elder Chuan Gong's other garden at a glance, how could he be so proficient like visiting the backyard garden planted by himself?

Jian Nanchun slowly made a question mark in his heart, and was about to ask a question.

at this moment.

Behind the old closed wooden door, two voices came out in unison, mixed together:

"Since you're here, come in."