The so-called no Jiazi in the mountains, the years are not known. Within this Lingyue Sect, Han Lin's life gradually got on the right track.

With the supply of Jiao Yang's spirit stones, Han Lin eats and cultivates every day, and he doesn't have to do anything else, even the miscellaneous work that a miscellaneous disciple should do, Jiao Yang also exempts him.

And Jin Zhifei and the others, after deducting his spirit stone, did not make any other moves, and seemed to have forgotten his existence.

This allowed Han Lin to cultivate with peace of mind for a while, and also gave him the opportunity to break through to the third level of Qi cultivation.

Within a year, Han Lin had broken through from a mortal to the third level of Qi cultivation, which could be described as extraordinary, and even Jiao Yang was secretly shocked when he learned about it, and praised it again and again.

It's just that Jiao Yang also told him that before the realm has exceeded the eighth layer of Qi cultivation, it is best not to expose his strength.

After all, Jiao Yang's enemy is a disciple of Zilin Zhenren and a core disciple of the sect.

Subsequently, Jiao Ye taught him a breathing technique, which is said to be able to hide his strength in front of others.

However, when Han Lin was learning this breathing technique, the untimely voice of the Dao Fang sounded in his heart,

"This spell is extremely inferior, it's ridiculous, that is, it has a bit of effect in front of monks of the same realm, and if you meet a monk of a higher realm, you can see through your disguise at a glance. ”

"And what can you do?"

Han Lin knew that this bald black ape was the spirit of the Ancient Strange Things, and he must know many tricks, so he would take out one or two recipes from him casually, and he would definitely benefit a lot as a Qi cultivator.

How do you know that Fang smiled coldly in his sea of knowledge and said,

"Don't probe into the bottom of Dao Ye, Dao Ye told you that Dao Ye knows some tricks, but none of them can be performed by a Qi cultivator like you. ”

"As for you wanting to hide your breath, didn't Dao Ye say it before, the mask of sorrow and joy has this effect. ”

"If you want to wear this mask on your face all the time, then I'm afraid you don't need to hide your breath. ”

Han Lin took out the mask of his crying face and thought about it carefully, if he stood in the crowd wearing such a mask, his aura would be hidden, but he would be too maverick.

"You will know if you put it on and try it, remember, try to use the spiritual power after putting it on. ”

When Han Lin heard this, he thought about it again and again, and decided to give it a try.

He put the crying mask on his face, and in an instant, sadness, despair, pain, and all kinds of negative emotions came to his heart, and Han Lin felt as if his heart was torn apart, making him want to roar, but it was as if someone had choked his throat and couldn't make a sound.

"Operate the spiritual power, hold the yuan and keep one, the spiritual platform is clear, and the cultivator should understand his own heart!"

Dao Fang's hurried voice sounded in Han Lin's heart,

"Damn, how did I forget the side effects of the mask of sorrow and joy, now Han boy is feeling better. ”

He hurriedly stomped his feet in Han Lin's sea of knowledge. This mask of sorrow and joy is extremely famous in the cultivation world, but it is not a good name, but a well-known devourer.

The mask of joy and sorrow, one thought is joy, one thought is sorrow. It is said that these two masks came from outside the heavens, and fell into the vast realm in a certain year and month, and they were obtained by a great power.

The great power sensed that the mask contained a huge power of law, but could not draw it out, and after all attempts were fruitless, he put on the mask of a smiley face.

After that, he laughed three times, and the sound shook the entire star field, and the meridians of his body were broken, and he died of anger.

Since then, the mask of joy and sorrow has been in the realm of cultivation, and for tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many monks have died because of wearing the mask.

Han Lin was affected by the law in this crying mask at this moment, recalling the sad and desperate things he had experienced in his life, these things would continue to surge in his heart like a knife, and if he didn't have a firm Dao heart, he would be immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Although Dao Fang was worried, he didn't have the slightest recourse, he could only secretly encourage Han Lin in his heart, this was Han Lin's own calamity, and he didn't know where to start.

Han Lin's eyes were confused, he was half-squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands, painful emotions flashed on his face from time to time, and he didn't know what sad things he recalled.

"Father, father, don't die, please, don't die!"

Han Lin muttered softly, his eyes were already soaked with tears at some point, and they were dripping down his face one by one.

"Han boy, what you see now is an illusion, don't sink into it, if you indulge in it again, then your life will be gone. ”

Dao Fang shouted loudly, and he walked around in Han Lin's sea of knowledge, thinking about the solution.

During this time, he and Han Lin had a lot of exchanges, and the two had become good friends, after all, Dao Fang had been asleep for ten thousand years, and the first person he knew since he woke up from this ancient strange thing record was Han Lin, not to mention that he felt that Han Lin had a sense of closeness, and he didn't want Han Lin to die because of it.

"Let me out!"

Standing in Han Lin's sea of knowledge, Dao Fang suddenly shouted angrily, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

There was silence in the sea of knowledge, and no one answered.

Dao Fang became more and more angry, a monkey's face was hideous, and his paws were gouging in the air.

"He's going to die, Dao Ye wants to save him, don't you understand!"

Dao Fang's shrill voice had become hoarse, his eyes were red, and the monkey hair on his body exploded.

At this time, a brilliant colorful light lit up from Han Lin's chest, and then, the black liquid slowly flowed out of the animal skin, forming the appearance of a monkey's face, which was Dao Fang.

The five-short Dao Fang stood in front of Han Lin, he stared at Han Lin's face, a monkey face twisted tightly.

Han Lin's eyes were closed at the moment, his lips were pale, and the big beads of sweat mixed with tears fell, his hair was scattered, and his chest was constantly rising and falling.

After a moment, Dao Fang seemed to have figured out something, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Han boy, Dao Ye does not have the ability to wake you up from this illusion of sorrow and joy mask, but you must have persistence in your heart, and Dao Ye's technique is the most insistent thing in awakening your heart. ”

After that, Dao Fang took off the broken fangs with his claws, and pointed at it, he was originally a spiritual thing, formless and incorporeal, but at this moment, a drop of dark red blood was forced out of this fang, which was really amazing.

As soon as this blood bead appeared, many illusions appeared, as if there were ten thousand spirits crying, the sky was cracking, and in the room, the aura was condensed like a whirlpool, and frantically poured into the blood beads.

Dao Fang frowned slightly, as if he thought the movement was too big, he pinched it, and countless runes locked the strangeness of this blood bead like a chain.

Dao Fang put this drop of blood bead on his fingertips, and pointed to the center of Han Lin's eyebrows, and this drop of blood bead directly merged into it and disappeared.

"It's up to people to make things happen, it's up to heaven to make things happen, there's only so much that Dao Ye can do, and then, it depends on Han boy, whether you have something to stick to in your heart. ”

Dao Fang's eyes showed a weak look, and his body composed of black liquid directly collapsed, returning to the animal skin in front of Han Lin.

Han Lin was in a trance, his eyes were foggy, as if he was in a misty forest, he couldn't see the road ahead, only the howl of wild beasts and the cry of unknown places beside him.

All kinds of inexplicable emotions came to him, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't even know who he was, he only knew to move forward aimlessly......

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt a coolness in his eyebrows, and a cold ray of moonlight shone into the mist.

Suddenly, the fog dissipated, Han Lin looked at the huge mountain peak in front of him, he clenched his fists, and his eyes showed a determined look,

"I'm a scholar, Han Lin! I'm ...... Lingyue Sect miscellaneous disciple Han Lin!"

As Han Lin's words fell, a storm swept through the entire world, thunder and lightning flashed, the huge mountain peak in front of him collapsed violently, and a crying face mask flew out from under the mountain peak and fell into Han Lin's hands.