Han Lin was painting on the cliff, and for a while his mind flew together, and his thoughts seemed to fly to that night, the beauty under the moon, and Qinghui echoed.

The breeze was clear, the leaves rustled, and for a while, everything was silent.

Han Lin sketched thousands of things in his heart, but the paper was too small to bear.

He had to vaguely draw Du Xiaomei, and then drew the moon on the Lingyue Sect, all of which made him feel a lot of emotion.

Han Lin didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Du Xiaomei, he looked at the characters on the rice paper with deep affection, maybe affectionate, maybe gratitude.

To Han Lin, Du Xiaomei was like the moonlight on this Lingyue Sect, which could be seen but not touched. He has a deep love for this moonlight, but does he know about this white moonlight?

In the sea of knowledge, a sigh came from afar, he made a bitter face, scratched his ears and cheeks, and his heart seemed to be flooded with a trace of memory,

"Damn, what did Dao Ye remember, why did Dao Ye feel sad?"

For a while, there was silence on the cliff, leaving only this man and ape thinking about what was in their hearts......

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Since that day when Han Lin painted on the cliff, he suddenly felt a little more worried in his heart, and some unwarranted melancholy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Therefore, Han Lin's cultivation has slowed down a few points these days, and only fifteen trick points have been opened until now, and there is still one spirit pill left, and there is not one spirit stone left.

It was the end of the month again, and this time, Luo Sheng did not send the lower grade spirit stones of the miscellaneous disciples on time.

When Han Lin was cultivating, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, but he only said that Luo Sheng was in a hurry, and there was no way to send the spirit stone in time, maybe later, Luo Sheng would send it.

But until the evening, Han Lin didn't see Luo Sheng.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, Han Lin frowned, this kind of heavy footsteps belonged to only one person - Jiao Yang.

But why did Jiao Yang come to him at this moment? It should also be Luo Sheng who came to send the spirit stone, could it be that something happened to Luo Sheng?

"Xiaolinzi!"

Jiao Yang pushed the door in directly, his face was cold, his eyes were full of dangerous light, as if something had happened to make him angry.

"Those bastards are playing yin, and they are drawn from the bottom of the kettle! Jiao Ye really wants to kill them directly. ”

"What's going on? Senior Brother Jiao?"

Han Lin was puzzled, he didn't know what was going on to make Jiao Yang so angry, and anger was about to erupt from his eyes.

Could it be that Jin Zhifei and they secretly attacked him again, but the person Jin Zhifei wants to deal with should be himself, how can he start to deal with Jiao Yang.

As for the core disciple surnamed Chen who had a grudge against Jiao Yang, in that person's eyes, Jiao Yang was just a waste person, and he hadn't dealt with Jiao Yang for more than ten years, so how could he suddenly think of making a move.

So after thinking about it, the biggest possibility is that it is from Jin Zhifei's black hand.

"Those bastards, they have made a plan to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle and cut off the source of your spirit stones. ”

"What do you mean?"

Han Lin said, he had a faint guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"Today, Xiao Luo went to the outer gate to receive the spirit stone, but the deacon of the outer gate did not recognize your identity as a miscellaneous disciple, saying that there was no official entry, so there was no supply of your spirit stone every month. ”

"Jiao Ye can't see their fancy intestines yet, hum!"

Jiao Yang snorted coldly.

"In the first two months, the supply of spirit stones was not less, but in the third month, this situation suddenly happened. ”

Jiao Yang clenched his fists, as if there was infinite anger in his heart, he was even angrier than Han Lin.

On the contrary, Han Lin's heart was calm, and he seemed to have expected this situation for a long time.

Xiao Luo had no choice, he knelt at the deacon of the outer gate for a day, but the bastard who tended to be inflammatory, bent on scolding Jin Zhifei, did not let go. ”

"Xiao Luo fainted there, and it was still a person who was notified by an outer disciple to go and get it. ”

Jiao Yang spoke silently, he gritted his teeth, the flesh on his forehead wrinkled, and his feelings for Luo Sheng were like his own brother. Seeing Luo Sheng being treated like this, how could he not be angry.

"Senior Brother Luo fainted, is he okay?"

Han Lin asked with concern, he didn't care too much about the problem of the spirit stone, it was nothing more than that the cultivation speed was slower, and he Han Lin was not afraid.

"Xiao Luo is fine,"

Jiao Yang replied,

"It's because he feels guilty and doesn't dare to come to see you, so I came to tell you about it. ”

"It's okay,"

Han Lin happily spoke,

"It's just a spirit stone, Han also has a spirit pill here, and this pill can also spontaneously gather some spiritual energy, which is enough for cultivation. ”

"Xiaolinzi, you ......"

After Jiao Yang listened to Han Lin's words, he was surprised at first, he wanted to speak and stopped, and only said after a while,

"Jiao Ye knows that you are comforting me, how can there be a monk who does not rely on spirit stones for cultivation, and how can the spiritual energy gathered by a mere spirit pill be enough. ”

Han Lin was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but saw Jiao Yang continue,

"That's it, Senior Brother also received a lot of spirit stones every month, give them all to you. ”

After speaking, Jiao Yang stretched out his fleshy hand, groped in his arms, and took out three lower-grade spirit stones, he looked around, his eyes lit up, and put the spirit stones on the table.

Jiao Yang is a deacon of the miscellaneous disciples, and the amount of lower-grade spirit stones he can obtain every month is naturally no less than that of ordinary miscellaneous disciples.

"Senior brother,"

Han Lin's eyes froze, he hesitated, although his expression was as usual on the surface, he couldn't help but feel a little more moved in his heart.

"You take back the spirit stone, Han will find another way. ”

"What can you think of in this Lingyue Sect? ”

Seeing Han Lin open his mouth to refuse, Jiao Yang smiled slightly, he stretched out his right hand, transported his spiritual power, and formed a spiritual power group out of thin air.

The momentum of this group of spiritual power is not high, it is probably only the strength of the first level of Qi training, and even Han Lin, who has not broken through before, is slightly inferior. This is Jiao Yang's strength, he has lost all his knots, and it is difficult to make an inch of strength in this life.

"Jiao Ye is a waste person in his life, and he will never have the opportunity to build a foundation in his life, and he will not even have the possibility of continuing to break through. ”

"Lingshi is not even as good as waste to Jiao Ye, so you can keep it, Xiao Linzi. ”

The smile on Jiao Yang's face was very reluctant, as if he was laughing and crying, which could be described as the greatest cruelty for a monk.

"Jiao Ye has only one wish in this life, and maybe only you have the opportunity to realize it. ”

"Jiao Ye is not a person who wants to repay his kindness, especially to his friends, but you should treat Jiao Ye as if you are begging you well, if you grow in cultivation one day, Jiao Ye wants you to ask in front of that person. ”

"Let's just say, what have I done in my life to be sorry for him,"

"Jiao Ye, I just want this answer. ”

After Jiao Yang finished speaking, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he pushed the door away with a wry smile, leaving only a lonely back......