The young man ran a few more times, and when he saw that there was no way to escape, he came to the side of the human saint powerhouse, still standing in the center: "You guys...... Why...... Scratch...... Me?" The words are jerky, like savages. The Human Saint Mighty could almost only discern his meaning from the fluctuations of his divine soul.

Lin Ling returned to the Jichen tribe half a year ago, and paid a courtesy visit to the Jichen radical, not to mention that Lin Ling was already a saint, even a spiritual monk, and the radical did not dare to slack off, just because she was from the headquarters of the Desolate Sect. Lin Ling lived at home, recalling the experience of crossing the center of the land is still spontaneously cold, every time she is about to explode, there is always a pair of powerful hands caressing her, the divine soul power is injected into her soul like a flowing water, helping her move forward step by step, Lin Ling has never felt at ease, two months of purgatory-like torture she finally passed through the Jedi, and after more than two months of repeated tempering, Lin Ling's soul is more condensed, and her divine consciousness has strengthened a lot. But she missed the gentle soothing even more.

Lin Ling once again visited the radical of Jichen. He sat down on the main seat and said, "Thank you for the radical's generous hospitality last time, and Lin Ling is even more grateful to the radical for taking care of his father and mother over the years. After saying that, he bowed and bowed. The radical hurriedly returned the salute. Although they are both in the Holy Realm, the radical is very clear that the ten themselves are not Lin Ling's opponents, not to mention that the other party is the core disciple of the sect, and the disparity in identity, status, and strength is too great.

"This time I went home, disturbing the radical, Lin Ling is going to return to the sect in the near future, and I have come to say goodbye. Lin Ling got up and thanked him again. After the radical returned the salute, he stopped talking. Lin Ling just didn't see it, turned around and wanted to leave. The radical groaned slightly and shouted, "Fairy Lin, please stay." ”

After sitting down again, the radical said, "Presumably, Fairy Lin has heard about the recent appearance of Di Tianyu's descendants?"

"The radical is the rumored wildling?"

"That's just outside news. ”

Lin Ling is willing to hear about it. ”

Ji Chen's radical sorted out his thoughts, sighed and said: "Things have to go back to more than ten years ago, when Di Tianyu and Mo Yuyan were both peerless geniuses of their tribe, and their cultivation talent was so high, I was rare in my life, and I wanted to recommend it to the sect with a little training. The radical paused for a moment and continued: "According to the tribe's verification, the young man brought back this time is the son of Di Tianyu Mo Yuyan, and before their husband and wife died, they left the five-year-old Di Fan to a nearby couple, the world is impermanent, the couple died when Di Fan was nine years old because of looking for Di Fan to enter the secret realm, I don't want Di Fan to be talented, not only survived in the secret realm, but also refined an amazing skill." It's just a little stupid, the Jichen Department is powerless to resolve it, I wanted to ask for help from the Guyang Sect, but I was worried that I would mistake the child's cultivation, and it happened that Fairy Lin went home, and I hoped that the fairy would have mercy and recommend him to the sect. The leader looked at Lin Ling expectantly.

Lin Ling pondered for a moment and asked, "Has the adopted couple confirmed it?"

"It's been verified, and the timing is also the same. ”

"Has the radical ever been to the secret realm?"

"The old man has been there, but unfortunately he can only walk ten steps forward in the center. ”

"Have you ever traced your bloodline?"

"The two tribes have disappeared for many years, but fortunately, the tribe still retains the magic weapon that Di Tianyu once used__ Death Heaven Flute and a small piece of the remains of Mo Yuyan," the radical picked up the jade cup and drank tea to moisten his throat, Lin Ling's heart beat wildly, his expression was still calm, and the radical of Ji Chen put down the teacup and continued: "After the secret method test, it is their bloodline that is correct. "The tribe still has the remains of Mo Yuyan, which is beyond their prediction. But now that the bloodline trace has passed, Lin Ling let go of his biggest worries. At the same time, she felt incredible: the blood is unmistakable! What kind of freak this guy is!

"Can the radical take Di Fan to let Lin Ling see the secret realm of the Absolute Heart Ridge. ”

That's what the old man meant. ”

After arriving at the Secret Realm of the Heartless Heart and seeing the extraordinaryness of Di Fan, everything is logical.

"This place is so magical, but it's a good place to cultivate. Lin Ling said as if he had no intention of doing so.

"Fairy Lin didn't know that although this realm had some benefits for cultivating the divine soul, it would be useless after three times, unless it continued to go deeper. The point is that if you don't pay attention, your mind will be broken. A long time ago, the Jichen Department also sent disciples to garrison it, but later there was really some chicken wedge here, so it was gradually abandoned and left alone. ”

Lin Ling admired the sincerity of the radical to love and cherish talents, and after communicating with Dao Sheng, he planned to give him a chance.

Lin Ling stepped into the center and slowly realized that he was moving forward. It was three hours later before returning.

"The heart is moving, the soul is exploding, the heart is broken, the soul is blessed, the heart and soul are connected, so it is. Lin Ling muttered softly. The radical has been in the human holy realm for many years, and has already become a refinement, and after a little thought, he understood the trick, and said with a long salute: "The old man has an inch of progress, all thanks to the Lin Fairy, the rise of the Jichen Department is hopeful." After saying goodbye, Lin Ling did not give in, and Dai Difan accepted the radical's worship, because these were the realizations of the Taoist and passed on to Lin Ling. Through Lin Ling, it was passed to the radicals. After the first day, he cultivated to become a true one, and the Jichen Department was greatly prosperous, and the Absolute Heart Ridge was an inch of gold and land, all relying on these few sentences. There is a secret realm of endless years, and today is the full glory, a drink and a peck, is there really a predetermined?

Lin Ling's transmission of the Fa also has a meaning, she knows that her parents have no hope in this life, but if she makes good use of this secret realm, it is not hopeless. Parents should be safe and secure in the Jichen Division, and as for the path of cultivation, they can only look at their own creation. Before leaving, Lin Ling told his father and mother in detail about his experience in cultivating in the secret realm, and left a large number of cultivation resources. The radical handed over Di Tianyu's Death Flute to Di Fan, and Lin Ling promised that if Di Fan was included in the sect and rewarded with the resources of the Ji Chen Department, she would never keep half a point.

In the year 2140, the eighteen-year-old Daosheng had the identity of the desolate world__Di Fan, Dao Sheng stroked the jade flute in his hand, I don't know what materials Di Tianyu had mixed with, there is the crystal clear of jade, there is the tenacity of metal, the voice is crisp and vigorous, the aftermath is around the soul, the spirit is moving, Dao Sheng can't put it down, looked at the jade flute and said: "Di Tiandi, I don't know what the sky is? Why do you want to die in the sky? Help you change your name Fan Di? Okay, you acquiesce." ”

Lin Ling sneered, and her little daughter's posture was fully revealed, "Di Fan, Fan Di, I'm just afraid that Di Fan is extraordinary, Fan Di is extraordinary." "Thank you, fairy, Di Fan is ashamed. Lin Ling glanced at Dao Sheng, containing infinite style. Daosheng is 1.8 meters, it is not perfect, not too handsome facial features with a chic and elegant and slightly melancholy temperament, it is like Tao, born like this, it should be so. Lin Ling's slender and plump figure of one meter seven five can be called a classic, such as the temperament of a fairy, the state of mind of a saint, perfect. Such a pair of beautiful people made the mountains and rivers lose their color, and the sun and moon have no light.

The Canghuang Sect opens the mountain gate every hundred times and recruits disciples, which is the same in all dynasties. There are still sixty years to reach the hundred, Dao Sheng and Lin Ling decided to go to Baili Po after discussion, there are two mortals who once regarded Dao Sheng as their life, although Dao Sheng only has vague memories, but those memories are very profound. They didn't rush to leave, they didn't deliberately hide, and they didn't make too much of a fuss, after all, Di Fan hadn't entered the Desolation Sect yet, so it was a good thing to be careful. Two years later, they rushed to Bailipo, and when their relatives saw each other, they inevitably laughed and shed tears.

The previous clothes could not be worn, the Daosheng family of four took the sable to ride the lizard beast, Yutian Yang went to the market to sell the stored leather goods, and purchased fabrics, food, and daily necessities...... Buy whatever you can think of. Don't let Daosheng pay the bill, Yutian Yang Li Xinghua and his wife's mouths have not been closed, at least ten years younger.

In the evening, the family sat around, Aunt Xinghua was busy sewing clothes, and Yutian was smoking a dry cigarette, enjoying it leisurely. Dao Sheng and Lin Ling enjoyed the enjoyment of Uncle Yu and Aunt Yu together, looking at each other, they couldn't help but think at the same time: Time is quiet, why not be extraordinary.

Daosheng Lin Ling put on the clothes made by Aunt Yu overnight, Lin Ling tied a ponytail, and went down to work with Yutian early in the morning. They didn't use any monk means, they used all their bodies and hearts to hoe and hoe hard, hoe into the ground, and bring it back with as much force as they wanted, just like cultivation, and comprehend with their hearts, although it was boring, they were also happy in it. A large piece of land turned over in one morning.

"Daosheng, girl, go home for dinner!" Aunt Yu's voice was really loud, and Bailipo kept echoing Aunt Yu's long voice: Daosheng, girl, go home for dinner! The three of them carried hoes and swayed, and Uncle Yu walked home with a dry tobacco. Dao Sheng vaguely remembered that Uncle Yu had no habit of smoking dry tobacco before, and Aunt Yu said that he had smoked it since they left.

The family eats in large gulps, munchs on meat, and drinks soup in large bowls. Slippery, Lin Ling completely let go, let go of the identity of the Dao Sage, especially the state of mind of the Dao Sage. They didn't use the identity of Di Fan, and still called Dao Sheng. As long as you trace through the bloodline, you have no worries, and you don't need to hide it everywhere. As for why he was able to get away with it, Dao Sheng himself didn't know, he was now in a semi-conscious state.

After resting for an hour, the three of them carried their farm tools into the field and turned the land they had turned over in the morning into a hill until it was dark. Yutian Yang smiled and looked at the arranged ridges, and took Daosheng Lin Ling home. Back at home, Daosheng Lin Ling finished washing, and Aunt Yu had already prepared dinner.

After the meal, Aunt Yu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Lin Ling wanted to help, but Aunt Yu resolutely refused to allow it, if it weren't for Daosheng and Lin Ling's death, Uncle Yu and Aunt Yu would not agree to Lin Ling's work at all. The three of them sat in the courtyard and chatted about their plans for tomorrow. Soon Aunt Yu also joined in, and the sable had already disappeared, and there were no natural enemies nearby, so there was no need to worry.

"It's best to dry the ground for a day or two, and tomorrow you will rest, and I will go to the mountains to have a look." ”

"Dad, let's go together tomorrow!" said Daosheng.

"It's fine. Rest early, and I will call you before you go up the mountain. ”

Early in the morning, Yutian Yang woke up Daosheng and rode the lizard up the mountain, and did not return home until the evening, and this trip was very fruitful, bringing back a dozen large and small, rabbits, goats, muntjacs, warthogs, wolves...... They were all fat and tired, and the lizard beast rolled its eyes, but fortunately it had a big meal on the mountain. Uncle Yu and the three of them all had blood marks on their hands and arms.

The days are plowing, sowing, weeding, carrying water, fertilizing, harvesting, eating, chatting, sleeping, working at sunrise, resting at sunset. Day after day, year after year, boring cycles, with little new ideas. Dao Sheng has become a lot stronger, Lin Ling's tender face has rough marks, and a pair of slender jade hands have calluses, and Dao Sheng Lin Ling's heart has a slight wave, but now there is none. The heart is so calm that it seems numb. This is the ordinary peace of mortals. It's not the leisure and elegance of the literati, it's not the romance of the peach blossoms that you don't care, those are the masters who have the power and the rich. Uncle Yu and Aunt Yu have to work non-stop if they want to eat, otherwise, before the peach blossoms bloom, people will already starve to death.

Uncle Yu and Aunt Yu still love Dao Sheng deeply and love Lin Ling, and their gradually aging faces are full of satisfaction. There is food and drink, ordinary and calm. Isn't this cycle just to live? They didn't think about what life is, what is life? But what was hidden in Daosheng's subconscious began to explode, and he began to be intermittently confused.