Lin Yi is happy to communicate and play with these children, because he can see from the eyes of these children that there is no distraction for the future.

Honestly, he was tired of it.

Tired of fighting, killing, and killing, tired of intrigue, tired of grievances and hatred.

In the cultivation realm, everyone's eyes look almost the same.

In contrast, Lin Yi prefers to observe and savor the innocence in the eyes of these children.

Of course, Lin Yi is not idle every day with nothing to do. The old farmer could vaguely see that Lin Yi seemed to be down, so he didn't ask much, he gave Lin Yi a bowl of rice for three meals a day, and Lin Yi also helped the old farmer work.

Go to the field to plant vegetables, go to the field to plant seedlings, go up the mountain to cut firewood, and go down to the river to catch fish......

Lin Yi has done all of these things, and as time goes by, he has become more and more experienced, and one person can top three people.

Lin Yi's physical strength is very good, although his cultivation is completely wasted, the strength of his physical body is still there, even if he has no combat power. If you can't fight with the monks, in the eyes of ordinary people, you can be regarded as a superman.

"Xiaolin, you have a lot of strength!"

Seeing that Lin Yi cut down a tree with an axe, the old farmer secretly smacked his tongue, he had already discovered that Lin Yi was different from others.

Lin Yi smiled dumbly and wiped some of the sweat on his face, "Uncle, it's getting dark, it's almost time to chop two more, go home and cook!"

"All right!" said the old farmer, too, began to swing the rough wood knife in his hand.

After a short time, night fell, and the old man and the young returned to the earthen house.

After eating a fragrant dinner, Lin Yi did not fall asleep, he lay on the tiled roof, holding the back of his head with both hands, looking at the clear sky, full of emotion.

"If you do the math, it's been two years since I came back to Earth. ”

"A year ago, I came out of Huzhou Province, went to Chuzhou, tossed and turned and came to Xiazhou, a year has passed in a hurry, and things have long been different. ”

"I don't know. How are Yue Xi and Tong Yao......

Lin Yi laughed bitterly at himself, a year ago, he was a demonic genius, and a year later, he had become a waste.

Changed!

These four words are vividly embodied.

Even the wife of the old farmer, the old woman, who had been kind and kind half a year ago, died a few months ago.

Lin Yi suddenly felt ......

I'm afraid, even the current Qin Yuexi and Tong Yao have the means to kill him easily, in the past, he personally taught the two girls to get started, and a year later, he was an ordinary person, and Qin Yuexi and Tong Yao were originally the two daughters of ordinary people, but they became monks he needed to look up to.

It's hard to explain.

"Jiujiu, this girl, is really stubborn, it's been six months, and she still hasn't figured it out......"

Thinking of wine, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh.

Half a year ago, Lin Yi once told the realm spirit of the jade pendant space, that is, the little girl in white: When the wine wants to open, let her out.

And now, I haven't seen Jiujiu walk out of the jade pendant space for a long time, which shows that she is still persistent.

In her eyes, Lin Yi is still her master!

"Xiaolin, aren't you sleeping yet?"

At this time, the voice of the old farmer came from behind, Lin Yi looked sideways, and the old farmer climbed up the stairs.

For Lin Yi, the old farmer has become accustomed to it.

Every night, Lin Yi would always go to the roof, every day.

"What are you looking at? What is there in the sky?" the old farmer wondered.

Lin Yi skillfully took the old farmer's pipe gun. He took two puffs and said with a smile: "I was looking at the past." ”

"What did you mean before?" the old farmer paused.

Lin Yi just smiled and didn't explain.

He paused, and then said meaningfully: "I, ah, want to see people from a long, long time ago." People tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago, I want to see how they lived, but ...... I can't see it anymore. ”

"It's not nonsense, they're dead!" the old farmer glared.

Hearing this, Lin Yi's smile became more and more bitter.

The monks of antiquity are gone, and who in the world can not die......? No!

"Okay, you, it's time to go to bed early, it's hot and tight, I'm in the house, I don't know if the electric fan can still ......"

As he spoke, the old farmer climbed off the roof.

Feeling the hot tide coming to his face, Lin Yi was really hot, but he didn't care about it. In his mind, the things he was thinking about were too complicated.

"Purr ......"

Gradually, Lin Yi fell asleep.

This time, he slept very soundly, without the deceit of the cultivation realm, without the nightmare, only the rhythmic cicada chirping in his ears, accompanied by sweet dreams.

Time, unconsciously, more than half a month has passed.

In addition to playing with the children every day and working in the fields, Lin Yi has a new pastime----

Paint.

Lin Yi didn't have professional materials and tools, even if he had it in the storage ring, he couldn't open it, his cultivation was completely lost, and he didn't even have the slightest trace of true qi when he opened the storage ring.

There are storage rings for ordinary people, such as the corpse caster on the West Coast, he owns it.

It's just that Lin Yi didn't, after all, he never thought that he would have the day when his cultivation would be exhausted.

And Xujiaping is remote. A trip to the city has to walk dozens of miles of mountain roads, even if Lin Yi has money, he can't buy it, so he simply makes it himself.

He made ink, and he made his own rough brushes, and some old newspapers that were yellowed and not very legible.

"Uncle Lin, what are you drawing?" the child asked, drawing his fingers curiously.

Next to Lin Yi, there was a group of snot children, who were painting.

His brush falls on the painting, sometimes light, sometimes powerful, as if outlining the twists and turns of life, ups and downs.

Gradually, there was a preliminary appearance of a person. Embellished with ink in newspapers.

"Wow!"

The children exclaimed, fluttering their red cheeks, and said in a novel way: "Uncle Lin, it turns out that you are painting people!"

"Woman, to be exact. Lin Yi smiled.

As his words fell. A few streaks of green hair appeared in the newspaper, and a preliminary model of a woman was sketched.

"Uncle Sichun, don't be ashamed!" said a naughty and mischievous older child.

The other children laughed, but Lin Yi rolled his eyes angrily. He didn't say anything, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and continued to paint.

Suddenly, Lin Yi suddenly stopped writing.

He frowned, thought carefully for a long time, but suddenly found that he...

I forgot the woman's face.

"She... What does it look like?"

Lin Yi's eyes were full of confusion, and he tried hard to think about it until the ink on the newspaper was almost dry.

All but a vague face could be seen, and there seemed to be a cloud curtain covering it.

Lin Yi couldn't touch it, couldn't see through it, couldn't touch it.

"Uncle Lin, why doesn't this big sister you drew smile?" asked the snot boy with an innocent expression.

In an instant, the paintbrush in Lin Yi's hand trembled suddenly.

He looked at the woman's face again in shock, only to realize that it was not a cloud curtain, but... Teardrops, miserable tears.

The woman in the painting is crying.

Yang ...... Yang Hua ......" Lin Yi's pupils suddenly became sluggish.

In his mind, he had subconsciously forgotten about Yang Huawu, which was due to guilt, and his brain consciousness was seriously damaged, which would lead to this.

He remembers a lot of things clearly, but only Yang Huawu and Yang Lilin, a father and daughter, Lin Yi has no memory.

However, those hazy memories came to his mind, and it was extremely painful.

Bang!

The paintbrush in Lin Yi's hand fell to the ground, and he finally knew why he wanted to paint, and at the same time understood why he painted her.

"I hurt ......" Lin Yi felt extremely guilty.

If it weren't for him, nothing would have happened to the father and daughter of the Yang family, the old Yang Tou would not have died, and Yang Huawu would not have been caught and imprisoned by the Yin and Yang Gate, so he would not have to suffer such severe pain that tortured the soul.

"I can't save ...... I don't have the strength...... I don't have the ability to do anything......" Lin Yi smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly.

How powerful the Yin-Yang Sect is, the existence of the top three in the countless sects in China, not to mention that Lin Yi's cultivation is abolished, even if it is in its heyday, it is far from being the opponent of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Suddenly, Lin Yi seemed to remember something that he hadn't paid much attention to......