I'm not an old ginger, and he's not a young ginger, and it's not a pleasure to deal with this kind of person.

What kind of people does Brother Yue like to deal with, Ye Lin looked at Yue Zhuming with burning eyes.

Isn't there one sitting right in front of you?

Ye Lin was stunned, the two looked at each other, and then laughed.

The two of them took the stone table in front of them as their companion, and talked freely with each other, which seemed to have no reservations, but in fact they were somewhat reserved.

Pleasure is the most relaxed atmosphere of this conversation.

The little beggar and Qian'er held the dishes and chopsticks, ate the food, and listened to the conversation between the two.

Ye Lin asked Yue Zhuming for advice on the realm level again, although he was well-read, he also had some incomprehension.

Especially once the Heavenly Palace is shattered, why don't these people even have a chance to escape, as if the Heavenly Palace is a person's soul and fundamental.

Yue Zhuming also patiently explained to Ye Lin that this situation was because most of the immortals completely pinned their divine consciousness on the Heavenly Palace, causing the Heavenly Palace to be shattered, and the attached divine consciousness was shattered instantly, so they could not escape.

If you don't attach your divine consciousness to the Heavenly Palace, what will happen, Ye Lin wondered.

The divine consciousness is attached to the Heavenly Palace, just like the spiritual qi is blessed in the Heavenly Palace, the power of the Heavenly Palace will be even stronger, if it is not blessed on the Heavenly Palace, completely stripping the Heavenly Palace, then the strength will be much weaker.

In this way, once the Heavenly Palace is shattered, the divine consciousness will be extremely fragile, and although there is an immediate opportunity to escape, it is still easy to be destroyed.

Ye Lin nodded as if he didn't understand, Yue Zhuming's words undoubtedly told him that if he attached his divine consciousness to the Heavenly Palace, he would be locked up in the house for his life, and once the house was on fire, he would not be able to escape.

However, if you don't enter the Heavenly Palace, then the power of the Heavenly Palace will be greatly reduced because there is no master, which will cause the Heavenly Palace to be easily shattered.

Therefore, most of the immortals are attached to the Heavenly Palace when they are faced with the problem of divine consciousness.

Ye Lin fell into contemplation, in his Heavenly Palace, his divine consciousness was also attached to it, but it was somewhat independent.

Prepared to say that his divine consciousness is not simply attached, but formed in the inner world.

The inner world gave birth to the Heavenly Palace, and his divine consciousness could not be attached to the Heavenly Palace outside the city, but to the inner world.

Ye Lin couldn't help but have a doubt, that is, why these immortals didn't attach their divine consciousness to the inner world, the inner world was vast and immense, and they were attached to the Qiankun world, so the divine consciousness would not be easy to be destroyed but would have a chance to survive.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the Qiankun world of these immortals was only derived from the size of the Heavenly Palace.

As the Heavenly Palace grew larger and larger, their Qiankun World became more and more unable to carry the weight of the Heavenly Palace, and they could only attach their divine consciousness to the Heavenly Palace for support.

And the biggest difference between Ye Lin and them is that his inner world is extremely vast, and his world can grow, unlike other people's worlds, it can only evolve according to the size of the Heavenly Palace.

Ye Lin's world, on the contrary, his heavenly palace was born according to the evolution of the inner world.

Of course, this kind of guidance is all relative, the moon chasing Ming gives Ye Lin guidance in the realm, and Ye Lin gives the guidance of the moon chasing the Ming immortal method.

He talked about the fusion of immortal law and how to make immortal law more powerful.

Combined with some of the characteristics of the formation, Ye Lin added his own ideas, making the immortal method have a shorter momentum and easier to burst out with strong power.

According to Ye Lin's thoughts, under his guidance, under the superposition of the moon and the brightness, it was indeed much stronger than the power of the ordinary immortal method.

Yue Zhuming couldn't help but admire Ye Lin a lot, these immortal methods were the crystallization of some ancient immortals, but Ye Lin was able to play to his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and go straight to the point.

This alone is enough to see that Ye Lin has excellent insight, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

was able to change the immortal method, on the one hand, because Ye Lin dabbled in too many books and could better combine with each other, and on the other hand, because of the formation.

The steps of the formation are different from the single immortal method, and the formation needs to take advantage of the situation, follow the trend, and die against the trend.

The formation needs to be fused with each other, and only the fused formation can be balanced, and the balance is invulnerable, and it is extremely difficult to crack.

Just talking about the immortal method, Ye Lin naturally couldn't think of so much, but combined with the formation, it immediately became clear, and many of the things he didn't understand before were gradually understood in the communication with Yue Zhuming.

The two of them sat together, it was two days of effort, and they didn't know how much tea they drank in these two days, and the little beggar poured tea when there was no tea.

The little beggar poured a day's work, and then he couldn't stay up, drowsy, listening to the words of the two, he didn't understand at all, he didn't think that the conversation between the two made sense, but felt very boring.

The rest of the day is carried by Qian'er, and when there is no tea, Qian'er will always add water appropriately.

At the beginning, Qian'er also understood very clearly, whether it was Ye Lin or Yue Zhuming's words, she was suddenly a little surprised in her heart, this kind of exchange in the realm and the accumulation of experience are indeed not easy.

But as she listened more and more, she couldn't remember, as long as she missed a step, she listened carefully, and felt that she was in the clouds and didn't know why.

simply, she just held her chin and watched the two communicate with her eyes, not deliberately remembering.

The old locust tree in front of the door, at the beginning of the day, was still full of vitality, but I listened to the conversation between the two of them a lot, and when the sun was the strongest in the day, the branches and leaves drooped, and it was also a little listless.

The same is true of the colorful flowers on the ground.

In the entire field, it seems that only Ye Lin and Yue Zhuming are left, and only the two can keep up with each other's ideas.

Not only did the two communicate, but they also sometimes used branches to make gestures under the empty house.

Branches can also be swords, knives, shields, or a kind of immortal law, a kind of realm, and all these are innumerable.

Sister Qian'er, the little beggar yawned, walked out of the thatched hut, and came to Qian'er's side.

Qian'er frowned slightly, and said listlessly: "It's been two days of hard work, and I don't know how much tea I drink, but I still don't mean to stop." ”

She couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

The little beggar stared, and immediately said lightly: "Sister Qian'er, shouldn't your son-in-law be like this!"

Qian'er glanced at the little beggar and said lightly: "You little devil don't know much, my son-in-law only seems to be in a demon today, but in the past, he didn't talk much." ”

The little beggar sat in the corner of the stone bench and looked at the two of them.

By the way, little beggar, what's your name, Qian'er stroked her hair and looked at the little beggar.

When the little beggar heard the name, his hands were clenched, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and his face was a little pale.

When Qian'er saw his appearance, she immediately said tentatively: "I asked you about something sad!"

The little beggar bowed his head and remained silent.

Immediately, he smiled faintly and said, "Sister, no." ”

Qian'er let out a long sigh, smiled, and said, "Then what is your name." ”

I...... No name...... The little beggar lowered his head even more.

Qian'er was slightly stunned, she didn't expect the little beggar to say this, she just remembered the little beggar's pale appearance just now, a person, if there is no name, what a sad thing it should be.

I'm sorry...... I shouldn't have asked this, Qian'er gently touched the little beggar's head and said with relief.

Nothing, there was a hint of struggle in the little beggar's eyes, my parents had abandoned me when I was born, and I didn't know if they were dead or alive.

When I was a child, I was taken in by an old grandfather, who didn't name me, and the people in the village just called me a cow herder, and then a few years later, my grandfather died, and there was a war in the village, and I was living on the streets, and everyone called me a little beggar.

At the beginning, I was a little unaccustomed to listening, but after listening to it for a long time, I got used to it, and it became natural, in fact, the name of the little beggar is quite suitable for me when I think about it, the little beggar smiled and said with a smile.

Unconsciously, his tears involuntarily dripped down the grass and gushed out like springs.

Qian'er glanced at the little beggar complicatedly, and after listening to the little beggar's words, his heart was mixed, he didn't know how to feel, and he only had a long sigh in his heart.

At this moment, Ye Lin and Yue Zhuming had already woken up from that mysterious state.

Listening to the little beggar's words, Ye Lin's heart seemed to be touched, remembering that when he was young, no matter how he was bullied, his life experience and situation were at least better than the little beggar.

A person, without a name, what a punishment it should be, a person, from birth wow wow crying, come to this world, the first thing, is the name, the name is a symbol of a person.

No matter who you see, or those legendary figures, they all have their own names, and the name is a title that a person is proud of all his life, but the little beggar in front of him still has no name.

Ye Lin looked at the little beggar calmly, this little beggar gave him the feeling that he didn't speak, even if he was beaten by someone, he wouldn't cry, how strong such a person was.

But because of Qian'er's words, he poked the most vulnerable place in his heart, and for a while, his tears rained down, which was the most vulnerable place in his heart.

Surprisingly, Ye Lin didn't ignore the little beggar this time, he gently patted the little beggar's body with his big hand, and stroked it gently, as if caressing the wound in his heart.

The little beggar's cry gradually stopped, and he fell into silence again, not saying a word, as if the door of communication with others in his heart was closed again.

Seeing that he was silent, Ye Lin suddenly felt a little heartache in his heart, he looked at the little beggar, and said indifferently: "Little beggar, I'll give you a name, I don't know if you want to." ”

When the little beggar heard this, he glanced at Ye Lin with some complicated looks, and then nodded.

Tianyou, the son of Tianyou, how about you call Tianyou in the future, Ye Lin said calmly.

He thought of Tianyou, of the child who called him an immortal, the little guy who desperately cultivated the so-called immortal arts.

Despite his physical weakness, he did not give up the opportunity to study again and again, he was beaten badly, he was sold around, and even had enough to eat, which was a luxury for him.

He was a simple-hearted teenager, Ye Lin sighed in his heart.

Thinking around, he gently stroked the little beggar's head, and said lightly: "What do you think of this name." ”

The little beggar did not speak, but nodded heavily.