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The window in the room was specially blocked by Lin Jinrong, so even in the hot summer, there was still a chill in the room. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The little novice babbled comfortably and walked to the bottom of the bed.

"His injuries are very serious, they have already damaged the foundation, I can try, but even if he is cured, his cultivation will definitely drop a lot. The little novice looked at the lying old man, pinched his mouth and frowned like a little adult, and sighed with a sigh.

"It's okay to cultivate, I just want him to wake up. Lin Jinrong lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips and said, his tone was sincere.

The little novice turned his gaze to a solemn gaze, and after reaching out and touching the old man's gauze wound, he exhaled lightly.

A touch of golden light suddenly burst out from Xiao Shatuo's palm and condensed into substance.

The golden light seeped in like flowing water from the tightly wrapped place, and it seemed unhindered.

The tightly blocked space in the house was instantly filled with golden light, and an incomparably hot heat wave from the center of a small Shatuo instantly hit, and the little Shatuo stood in front of the bed like the sun at this time, with a solemn face, and there was no surprise at the golden light emitted from his body.

Even Lin Jinrong, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, was shocked, and his body suddenly took two steps back, not to mention the young soldier standing behind him, who had already stretched out his hands involuntarily at this time, subconsciously covering his eyes.

Huo Ran's golden light from Xiao Sha Tuo only existed for a short time before disappearing suddenly, like a fire that had been burned out, it instantly lost its brilliance, and Xiao Sha Mi withdrew his hand on Xing Lao's chest, already sweating profusely.

For some reason, he sighed deeply and muttered, "It's too fast." Then he reached out and patted his bright head with some annoyance.

"Looks like I'm going to be here a few more days. Xiao Shami helplessly stretched out his hands towards Lin Jinrong, and his tone was a little hurried.

Lin Jinrong asked about the situation urgently after being surprised, and waved his hand to let the person behind him go down to prepare a guest room.

"Can my friend be saved?" Lin Jinrong didn't know how to ask about Xing Lao's injuries. Because the little novice in his eyes was sitting straight on the ground for some reason at this time.

Xiao Shami's face was slightly pale, obviously lacking the spirit of the Lin Mansion that had just entered, and the right hand that had just been placed on Xing Lao's chest couldn't help but tremble at this time, but he still replied very politely: "Yes." Then he said no more.

Lin Jinrong was a little confused and didn't know what to do, so he had to move a Taishi chair and sit down in the room, but this sitting was a whole day.

And the little novice did not take a bath, did not sleep, but just sat on the ground.

In the early morning of the second day, in Lin Jinrong's scarlet gaze, the little novice woke up slowly, the little novice stood up, still stretched out his palm, and the golden light lit up in the room for a few breaths like the last time, but it dimmed again.

After many days of going back and forth, after countless changes in the people sitting on the Taishi chair that Lin Jinrong had sat on before, finally one day Xiao Shami woke up and never stretched out his palm.

Lin Jinrong ordered someone to prepare the best vegetarian food in Canghai City, and after setting up a large table of those dishes, Xiao Shami finally couldn't help but sniff the aroma of the room, and nodded vigorously.

"Little master, my friend......" Lin Jinrong had no appetite for anything to eat, and Wuhou, who had been very anxious in the world for nearly a whole month, was on fire at the moment, but he couldn't find any time to ask about the condition of the person lying on the bed.

Xiao Shami stuffed such and such dishes into his mouth in a big gulp, without any sven that a Buddhist disciple should have, which made Lin Jinrong a little crying and laughing.

"Your friend estimates that he will wake up in another ten days, but I don't dare to make a conclusion about his state after he wakes up. Xiao Shami filled a mouthful of extremely smooth southern Xinjiang tofu into his mouth, and took advantage of the gap between the vegetables to say with a needle.

The tired eyes of Bi Tianqing, who was standing outside the door, were instantly suffocated, and when he looked at Lin Jinrong, the latter was already smiling.

For Lin Jinrong, Xing Lao is by no means as simple as a cultivator to protect him, the two have known each other for nearly 30 years, but they both regard each other as their last barrier.

Only they know that if they lose each other, they will no longer be the same as they are now.

After using up the vegetarian food, Xiao Shami took a beautiful hot bath under the leadership of Bi Tianqing, obviously not a clean monk's robe, and it had already been ordered by Lin Jinrong to be cleaned.

Xiao Shami did not stay too long in the Lin Mansion, and even with a little anxiety on his face, after rejecting Lin Jinrong's proposal to send him in a carriage, he hurried towards the north of Canghai City.

There are old and young people in the thatched hut on the mountain behind Yingtian Academy.

The old one lay on a wooden bed in the whole room, and the few stood next to the wooden bench only a step away from the wooden bed, but they did not sit down.

"The queen said that Your Majesty actually likes you. Straight noon, the old man said lazily.

"And then?" Lin Ji raised his eyebrows.

"And then there's what you have to think about, ask me what to do. The old man waved his hand, and a moment later the sound of snoring was coming from the small room.

The octagonal attic, painted in red paint, is slightly mysterious under the mist of the mountain behind.

The appearance of this five-story attic is ordinary, not just simply rising from the ground, but those wood with red paint should not be ordinary, looking at the traces left by the wind and rain over the years, I don't know how many years it has stood quietly in this broken mountain, but there are no details to reveal traces of decay.

Lin Ji looked up at the horizontal plaque above the attic that did not have any words written, and was surprised, he wondered if it was because the years were too long and the traces were erased by the wind and rain.

The dean seemed to be too lazy, and spent a lot of time sleeping, but he didn't have time to come over and replace the plaque with a plaque that he couldn't see clearly.

There was only Lin Ji in front of the attic, but the wooden door of the attic opened without wind.

"S......queak" is like opening an old treasure box, but the sound of the door slowly opening the door can be heard from the sense of heaviness coming from the attic. The attic is quiet, as if it is a door to the unknown world, and there is no dust splashed over the years as imagined, and there is no cobwebs dragging, but it brings Lin Ji a sense of oppression unique to the vicissitudes of time all the time.

The first floor of the building is much larger than the one from the outside, and the wide space is neatly arranged with many simple bookshelves, arranged according to the six subjects and chronological classifications, on which all the books you can think of are displayed, different in height, new and old, and nestled in one place, just like countless sages and celebrities over the years, watching you side by side.

Lin Ji took out a book from time to time to look at it, and then quietly put it back in its place.

Only then did I realize that the books placed on the first floor had nothing to do with spiritual practice.

But Lin Ji still walked through every bookshelf carefully, and then pulled out a book called "Canghai Zhi" from an extremely inconspicuous corner.

Lin Ji smiled gently, and carefully picked up the book that seemed to be extremely old, but in fact no one had turned it, Lin Ji opened the first page of the paper cover, and could even smell the fragrance of pen and ink that instantly burst out from the page.

Maybe it was because he was interested that he would become extra serious, and gradually Lin Ji's side became quieter and quieter, and I don't know how long it took for him to raise his head and see a clean staircase appear in front of him.

The stairs are of course used to go upstairs, and above the stairs, of course, is the second floor.

Carefully pick up the wooden bookmark on the shelf, insert the page he has read, and then put the "Chronicles of the Sea" back in its place.

Then Lin Ji stepped on the stairs that led to the second floor.

The second floor is no different from the first floor, still undecorated.

The only difference is that there are fewer books on the second floor than on the first floor, and at the end of the second floor there is a very square wooden table.

On the wooden table, pens, ink, paper and inkstones are all available, and it seems that someone has already prepared them in advance, waiting for the arrival of the students.

Lin Ji naturally walked towards the square table, but saw countless names on the huge paper on the square table.

When he saw the three words of Liu Jizu, who stayed in the middle and was quite rebellious, he suddenly realized. Then without hesitation, he put pen to paper and left his name on those three words.

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