Chapter 871: Brother Chun Cracks

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

Brother Daqing continued:

"Brother Jian, what's behind you?"

Jian Nanchun was taken aback by Yi Lin's sudden question. But he still replied from the heart: "There is a junior."

"wrong!"

Yi Lin stepped aside.

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

Jian Nanchun: "..."

"So, senior brother only paid attention to me, not the snowman."

I didn't know the answer to your question was Snowman!

Brother Jian's mentality collapsed slightly.

But Jian Nanchun, as a dignified Golden Core cultivator, has a high level of comprehension, and he vaguely understood something.

Under the eaves, Xia Xiaoman watched with great interest as the two were playing riddles. She saw Jian Nanchun's collapsed expression, and felt that the burnt bait in her hand was fragrant.

Jian Nanchun was silent, thoughtful.

Yilin continued:

"Ruying...ahem, this is the key to the technique of tail tracking. If you want to learn it, you must first not regard yourself as a person."

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

"Who cares about a man who is not a man?"

"Presence is a delicate thing,"

"You will notice the enemy's killing move, you will notice the radiant special effects, you will notice the top card in front of the brothel, you will look for the inn in the heavy rain, and you will look around when the heel of your leg hurts. The person who attacked you."

Jian Nanchun: "?"

"But you, you won't notice the dead leaves on a big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadow behind you, you won't notice the peeling paint on the plaque of the brothel, and you won't notice that it's raining heavily , into the turbulent water droplets."

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

"Suppress your emotions,

Slow down your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget about the fact that you are a human being, and completely integrate into the surrounding environment. "

...

If Yi Lin's former friends were here, they would probably be amazed at Jian Nanchun's boldness.

One dares to learn and the other dares to teach.

What Yi Lin is doing now, I dare not say that there will be no one in the future, but it is absolutely unprecedented.

His normal sense allows a "non-apostle" to comprehend abilities similar to those of an apostle.

When Jingnan City was in trouble that night, Yi Lin was inspired by the mysterious assassin hiding in the shadow of King Zhennan, and his skills.

This is no ordinary world.

In this world, there are fairy trails, demons, Buddhas, Qi refiners, and people who seek longevity.

With the help of the unique "reiki" in this world, is it possible to create some kind of "gongfu" to achieve the effect of "skills"?

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

I saw that under Yi Lin's "guidance", Jian Nanchun really calmed down, breathing smoothly, and in the courtyard, like a sculpture, motionless.

This is the posture of "meditation" that monks breathe out on weekdays, sitting cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky.

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

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Xia Xiaoman was full and took a nap.

afternoon

There was hail in the sky.

Thin hailstones hit Jian Nanchun's body, wet his white clothes, but failed to disturb Jian Nanchun's breathing and rhythm.

at night.

It snowed.

The wind and snow made Jian Nanchun into a snowman.

The Jiannanchun Snowman is in stark contrast to Yi Lin's "Sword Card" snowman, standing one behind the other, standing and sitting.

Since Jian Nanchun entered the state, Yi Lin left.

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

Practice has no years.

in the blink of an eye,

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Jingnan City ushered in the fourteenth year of the Jisheng calendar, January 1st.

The city was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the residents swept away the previous depression, playing with snow on the street, and shouting at the merchants.

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

Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, reunion with relatives and friends.

"The fourteenth year."

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman were in the yard, under the tree, lighting a bonfire, and the two of them were sitting separately, holding a few skewers in one hand, with green vegetables, mushrooms, radishes, winter bamboo shoots, hobs inserted on the skewers Mutton pieces, beef hooves dipped in sauce, 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 yellowed, the gravy drips, and it makes a crackling sound in the campfire, under Jiannanchun's "Thousands of Machines", the fragrance of the meat is overflowing, mixed with the fragrance of vegetables, which is particularly attractive.

"Save some sprinkles, there are not many in stock!"

Yi Lin watched helplessly as her junior sister shook her hands like a severe Parkinson's patient in order to make the skewers more fragrant. The powder splashed onto the skewers, and about a third of them fell into the fire, secretly hurting.

"Brother, don't be so stingy, isn't it just some seasoning powder, what a big deal!"

Xia Xiaoman puffed up his chest vigorously, showing contempt on his face. Parkinson's hand was getting worse, and there was no cure.

"you……"

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

Don't say this in front of Ye Liangchen, the elder of Baicao Mountain,

These powders are all ground from the treasures of heaven and earth on his fairy mountain.

Ye Liangchen must be stingy, let him know that you squandered his grass jelly so much that he will beat you to death.

Yi Lin secretly cursed.

"The string on your right needs to be turned around. It's almost ready."

"The skewer on the left, the powder almost drowned the meat..."

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

With a flash of light, the soul food is automatically generated, and it is fragrant.

The two put their heads down and worked hard, as if they were afraid that whoever would lose.

"Junior sister, forgive me for speaking bluntly..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?" Xia Xiaoman let out a strange whimpering sound with his mouth full of food.

"Eat more, next time I'm afraid that Senior Brother Jian's flying sword won't be able to catch you!"

"Go... hiccup~"

The two are full.

"Crack."

The ice sculpture beside him, which had been frozen for an unknown number of days, cracked a gap.

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding, one of them cleaned up the bonfire, and the other hurriedly hid the empty chacha on the ground into the snow.

"Ka Ka Ka -"

The ice sculpture split from it, revealing Jian Nanchun's breezy smile.

Jian Nanchun stood up suddenly like a giant, exuding an aura of Taoism and cumin all over his body.

Yi Lin was taken aback, Jian Nanchun...has made a breakthrough?

"In the courtyard... why is it so fragrant?"

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

"Brother Jian, have you broken through?"

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman wiped the corners of their mouths at the same time as if nothing had happened, and Yi Lin asked proactively.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, you are really my lucky star!" As soon as Jian Nanchun mentioned his cultivation base, he no longer cared about whether the surroundings were fragrant or not. He slapped forward and held Yi Yi tightly Rin's white palm caressed carefully: "Brother Lin, brother, I have been trapped in the bottleneck of the seventh layer of Jindan for three whole years, but unexpectedly, I suddenly realized that my cultivation has broken through!"

It's not easy...

If it wasn't for stabilizing his brother's compulsion, Jian Nanchun was looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle at this moment, suppressing tears of joy.

"Then your tail tracking technique?"

The corners of Yi Lin's brows twitched, he didn't care whether Brother Jian's cultivation had broken through or not, what he was more curious about was whether Jian Nanchun had realized the kung fu similar to "following like a shadow".

Breakthrough... Isn't it easy?

Whether it is to use [Bloodthirsty Disaster] to forcibly break through the limit lock of human attributes,

Or use the "soul avatar" to forcibly break through the realm barrier,

To Yi Lin, everything seems to be relaxed and there is no trouble at all.

His trouble in practice is that he leaks air from time to time.

Since Little Bat Green slapped the "soul clone" manufacturing technique into his head, Yi Lin no longer has any troubles in this regard.

So he couldn't understand Jian Nanchun's ecstasy.

Alas~

The joy, anger, sorrow, joy, hatred, and separation between people can only be ridiculed, not empathized.

When Yi Lin asked about this,

Jian Nanchun slanted slightly at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyelids lowered: "This... Speaking of this matter, I am a little embarrassed. Brother seems to have not comprehended the legendary 'tail tracking technique'." A little more sighed with emotion: "Perhaps this is the talent of the younger brother. This secret method seems to be especially suitable for the cultivation of the younger brother Lin. The skill is like a person, and the person is like a skill. Brother... feel ashamed!"

Yi Lin: "?"

Why does this sound like a curse?

When Yi Lin was thinking about whether to hit Jian Nanchun on the face, Jian Nanchun was in a happy mood because of the breakthrough, and he couldn't help entering the infatuation mode. I saw him slowly take out the mother-in-law nail with a layer of skin worn off from his bosom, even if he didn't know how to use this magic weapon, this did not prevent Senior Brother Jian from rubbing things repeatedly:

"But even if the senior brother can't comprehend the legendary 'tail tracking technique', it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as the senior brother's cultivation base can climb step by step and break through every step, one day, the senior brother will be able to hold his head high Chest, stand beside Junior Sister Chao, and shield her from all the bloody storms and stormy waves in the world~~~~~?"

Jian Nanchun was originally fine.

But for some reason, when he said the last word "wave", his eyes suddenly widened, his hair stood on end like fried hair, staring straight at the wooden nails in his hand, and the word "wave" made a sound Trembling and high, one wave after another, like a dolphin singing in spring, or like an oriole singing a kingfisher, it is extremely complicated with joy and sadness.

Brother Chun froze again.

Yi Lin followed Jian Nanchun's dull gaze and looked down.

No wonder Brother Chun reacted like this,

The nails used to locate and track Chao Rushuang... cracked.