Although the dream space provided Lin Xiu with endless aura and plenty of time, this was not a reality after all, and the improvement of cultivation would gradually devour Lin Xiu's self-nature, causing him to gradually forget himself and fall into the endless cycle of simply improving his cultivation.

"The predecessors are right, what a cultivator needs is not just time, but the reflection of all living beings and the agility of heaven and earth. Lin Xiu suddenly closed his eyes and began to want to find his true heart in his thoughts.

Gradually, a picture unfolded in Lin Xiu's mind, he saw Chang'an Town, where Lin Xiu grew up, but he didn't know why, Lin Xiu always felt something strange, he didn't even know why this picture appeared in his mind.

Since the last time he saw his father, Lin Xiu has actually not seen Chang'an Town for nearly a hundred years, and now he sees his homeland again, although it is full of Lin Xiu's bitter memories, but after recalling the scenes of living with his father, Lin Xiu still feels endless warmth.

Just when Lin Xiu wanted to find Daddy from the picture, a woman's back appeared in front of Lin Xiu's eyes. Lin Xiu felt very strange, he had never seen this back before, but when she appeared, Lin Xiu inexplicably felt a strange emotion in his heart.

Soon, the woman walked into the street that Lin Xiu was familiar with, then turned into the alley and came to a narrow carpenter's shop. After a young man with rough facial features appeared, Lin Xiu couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Daddy...... Is this the young daddy? So this woman with only a back ......"

A slightly sour feeling poured into Lin Xiu's heart, and he felt that this might be the mother he had never seen before. Lin Xiu tried very hard to see the woman's face, but no matter how hard he tried, he always had a back in his eyes.

"Ah Zi, I told you not to use it, look at you, what if you have a fetal gas?" At this moment, Lin Qi was much younger than Lin Xiu remembered, he put down the work in his hand, and then hurriedly supported his wife in front of him.

"It's only been two months, so there's nothing to worry about. The wife took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the sweat from Lin Qi's face, "It's so hot, don't work too hard, if you suffer from heat stroke, I can't lift you." ”

Lin Qi's face was full of happy smiles, "Hahaha, where can I get heat stroke, after these jobs are done, I can buy you some rouge next month, and I have to prepare a few clothes for our son, hehe......"

The wife gently pushed Lin Qi and said coquettishly, "How do you know that it must be a boy?"

Lin Qi Zhengse said: "Our Lin family has been passed down for eight generations, and I must be the same, hehe, but as long as it is born to Ah Zi, I like both men and women." ”

After finishing speaking, Lin Qi looked around, and wanted to lean up and kiss his wife, but was pushed away by the gentle back.

"Daddy, mother......" Seeing this happy picture, Lin Xiu couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, and even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hang a gentle smile.

But this picture quickly disappeared, and then, Lin Xiu saw Daddy's face full of scum, holding a baby in his arms, in the snow, he stood at the door of the house, looking sadly into the distance, as if tears were passing through his face.

"Ah Zi, no matter where you go, I will take good care of Xiu'er, we will definitely wait for you to come back, I will follow what you say, let Xiu'er go to study, I must, I must let Xiu'er be better than me, and don't let him live a hard life...... Ah Zi, if you come back one day, I will definitely return it, and I will carry you to the place where we met...... Woo...... Ah Zi, where are you......"

In the wind and snow, Daddy's crying was like a beast, and Lin Xiu couldn't help but grieve with Daddy in his heart. But at this time, Lin Xiu also suddenly thought: "Isn't she dead?"

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiu saw his childhood self, in the picture, he probably just learned to walk, babbling around all day long, always making Daddy uneasy.

Lin Xiu saw Daddy's hardships over the years, and once again saw the indifference and bullying of those people in the town to their father and son, Daddy is honest in business and never engages in those tricks, but the shopkeepers and so-called acquaintances in the town who let Daddy work often bully Daddy's bad brain and take advantage of him.

At those times, Daddy was bitter and tired, but every day when he returned home, as long as he could see that his son could eat enough, he would be satisfied.

It's just that whenever Lin Xiu is not there, the man who is getting older and older will stand at the door of the house, his hands crossed in his sleeves, and his eyes will look at the path......

Gradually, the picture disappeared, Lin Xiu slowly opened his eyes, but at this moment, he was already in tears.

An inexplicable impulse surged in Lin Xiu's heart, he stood in the peach source, suddenly raised his right hand holding the brush, and then began to draw and write against the void in front of him.

Lin Xiu knew that he couldn't draw anything, but that glimmer of realization at this moment made him completely unable to stop the movements in his hands.

At the moment when Lin Xiu swayed the brush, an extremely strange situation appeared.

The layer of black on the surface of the brush is like ashes, it begins to peel off slowly, and after the black dust draws an arc in the void, it begins to float towards the tip of the pen, as long as Lin Xiu's arm moves, a black ink will appear on the void, and even, according to Lin Xiu's mood and thoughts, this ink blot is even shallow and thick.

At this moment, Lin Xiu was more like he had completely entered himself, and he didn't care about the vision that happened in front of him at all, he relied on the throbbing in his heart, recalling the pain and hardships of the past, and with an unwavering cultivation heart, he put everything into the tip of the pen.

Lin Xiu sketched very slowly, every stroke of the pen was a release in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body began to boil, and with the appearance of ink blots in the void, these spiritual powers began to gather, condense, and rise...... After a long time, a huge ink painting scroll finally appeared in the void.

Lin Xiu's painting is the old and lonely figure of Daddy, he stands on the path that seems to never change, silently waiting for his wife to appear at the end, he is so lonely, even the snowflakes on the side seem to be unwilling to be close to him......

cold

This ink painting is almost cold, but the man in the scroll, except for the somewhat rickety body and the tightly wrapped old cotton jacket, has a vague smile on his face.

While being cold to the extreme, that kind of warmth and satisfaction was also thoroughly painted by Lin Xiu.

"The cold wind is bleak, the snow is whispering, the long dream is melancholy, may I not wake up......"

Looking at the picture scroll in front of him, Lin Xiu sat down cross-legged indifferently, his heart was more transparent at this time, and the self that was about to be swallowed up in the dream returned with a more agile posture.

Soon, Lin Xiu naturally broke away from the dream and returned to reality, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and the spiritual power around his body gushed out of his body, and began to spin wildly around him at an unimaginable speed.

Suddenly, the agility in the attic made Lin Erdu, who was lying on his stomach on the side, poke his head out and stretched his neck long.

Although this spiritual power was only in the condensation period, the fluctuations in the square space were jaw-dropping, and in an instant, even the mysterious figure in the brush could not restrain this powerful fluctuation.

The mysterious voice muttered in the black brush that had regained its original appearance: "This kid actually had an epiphany of other people's artistic conception during the condensation period, although it was his father, but this is simply too weird...... Could it be ...... Hmph, good, very good, this time, let me use the Yuan Shen to help you and see what realm you can break through. ”

Immediately after, a powerful aura flew out of the black brush, and it was precisely because of the strength of this primordial spirit qi that all the breaths in the attic were covered. Wrapped in a black cyclone, Lin Xiu and the spiritual power on his body were shrouded in a black sphere.

One hundred and eighty-nine days.

Lin Xiu didn't enter the tenth-story dream realm, he never left the attic, he completely integrated into the artistic conception of his epiphany, his spiritual power broke through the shackles of the seventh layer of the condensation period, and it seemed to be a purposeless expansion, but in fact it was growing wildly.

During this time, Lin Xiu did not exist, because at this moment, under the wrapping of that primordial aura, no one in Zhong Nanshan could see Lin Xiu, but he was always in his attic.

Meng Yang Zhenren has come, Master Qi Heng has come, He Kun has come, hesitated for a long time, and Su Jiu, who decided to confide his thoughts to Lin Xiuyi, has also come, but all they see is Lin Er lying on the edge of the bed.

It wasn't until one hundred and eighty-nine days later that Qi Heng, who was about to abandon his master and alchemy and go to find Lin Xiu, suddenly saw Lin Xiu come out of the cellar, holding Lin Er in his arms, and eating a rootless fruit in his hand.

"Apprentice, you ......" Qi Heng blinked, but he didn't know what to say.

"Master, what's the matter?" Lin Xiu asked very calmly.

After being stunned, Qi Heng smiled and said, "It's okay, come out for a walk." ”

Lin Xiu said a little strangely, "Then why are you carrying the baggage?"

Qi Heng found out that Lin Xiu was missing a few days ago, and now he suddenly saw it, thinking that Lin Xiu might be playing on the mountain, and forgot the time for a while, after all, Lin Xiu in front of him was only less than sixteen years old, and he suddenly felt that he was making a fuss.

"Uh, it's okay, I'm about to take this burden and put it down. Qi Heng laughed.

I don't know why, seeing Lin Xiu at this moment, Qi Heng always felt that his apprentice's aura was very unique, but after careful discernment, except for seeing his cultivation at the first level of Qi Condensation, Qi Heng did not find the slightest abnormality.

The five-year covenant of the four major sects is coming, and Qing Xuanfeng of the Zhongnan faction has officially opened up for this reason. In the remaining half a year, all kinds of news flew all over Zhong Nanshan, and through He Kun, Lin Xiu also knew a lot of things.

For example, Li Yiqun and Murong Wanting had constant conflicts in the early days of double cultivation, and now, although their strength has improved rapidly, they still have not reached the point of "heart-to-heart".

And Fang Yangming also came out of the customs six days ago, his cultivation was originally the seventh layer of the Qi Condensation Period, and now, it is said that he has become the only one among the white-clothed disciples who has reached the consummation of the Qi Condensation Period.

Among the young disciples of the other three major sects, all kinds of strong people were also said by He Kun as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Lin Xiu didn't bother to memorize the names of those people, in the past half a year, he didn't enter the dream realm again, and he didn't even cultivate much, the only thing he did was to read books.

The books in the Xueyue Peak Scripture Pavilion were almost rummaged through by Lin Xiu, and then, from the corner of the master's attic, he took out the dusty Zhongnan Sect basic spell books and looked through them, one day, when Lin Xiu picked up one of the oldest classics and looked through them, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Spirit Bell Jar, the basic spiritual power defense technique......"