P.S: Two shifts, no special instructions in the future, the first shift will be delivered before 12 o'clock in the morning, and the second shift will be delivered before 22 o'clock in the evening! It's been a day!

Lin Yizhi finally came to his senses, he ran the Anxiety Wuji Dao a few times, stood up and moved a few times, and then he felt a lot more comfortable, not as painful as when he first woke up. Then he sat down in a daze.

Everything didn't seem to have changed, Duanmu Ningque was still sitting there so coldly, not even saying a word to him. Lin Yizhi wanted to tell her his dream, but he didn't know how to speak, so he couldn't tell her that I dreamed that you died.

And that Hu Feng, as if he had been treating him like a great enemy since he woke up, as if he was some kind of dangerous person, could take his life with a wave of his hand.

Lin Yizhi was also quite puzzled by Hu Feng's sense of prevention, he would not ask Duanmu Ningque, he knew that it would be in vain to ask. But let him ask Hu Feng, he couldn't ask.

If he asked, he would sarcastically turn himself over again, wouldn't it be boring to find it himself?

I just don't ask anything, I don't think about anything, just let him go.

Lin Yizhi leaned his head on the big ding and began to wander out of the world.

From time to time, there was a faint fragrance in the wing of his nose, and Lin Yizhi knew that this was the fragrance on Duanmu Ningque's body. Although he and her didn't say a word, the distance between them was only a few inches, and they both leaned on the same side of the big ding, this woman's beautiful face and the fragrance on her body naturally affected Lin Yizhi's thoughts.

He sometimes pretended to have nothing to do and glanced in the direction of Duanmu Ningque, but just like that, he was stupid after a while.

There can be such a tranquil and cold woman in the world, I am afraid that only this person is in front of me.

Lin Yizhi's eyes were dull, and his mind was full of thoughts, but it was probably useless, the night was very long, and he had nothing to do but pass the time like this.

After Hu Feng's gaze returned to the familiar sluggishness again for a long time, his defensive heart was lowered a little, and he leaned towards Lin Yizhi's side casually.

His action made Lin Yizhi quite uncomfortable, because he and Hu Feng had no such close contact before. Lin Yizhi moved a little unnaturally in the direction of Duanmu Ningque, but this time he was closer to Duanmu Ningque.

Duanmu Ningque didn't seem to notice, still closed his eyes and breathed, and the spots didn't look at the two of them.

Lin Yizhi looked at Hu Feng's eyes, and didn't seem to have any intention of sarcastically sarcastic him, as if he had something to say, so he smirked at him, although Hu Feng always mocked him, but he didn't want to get too stiff with him, because in the next three years, he would always have to face him.

Hu Feng had something to say, and after Lin Yizhi listened to what he said, he looked at Hu Feng blankly, because he felt that this Hu Feng was just teasing him at all.

He even said that he was like a madman just now, and he almost killed him with a sword.

But no matter what Lin Yizhi thinks about Fang Cai's affairs, his mind is blank, what Hu Feng said is true, he really gave him a sword behind his back, and he is as crazy as if he has gone mad?

Lin Yizhi felt that it was impossible, his cultivation was not a little worse than Hu Feng's, if there was really a sword to kill his strength, I am afraid that he himself would be beautiful for several days.

Hu Feng's cultivation is on the lower side among the chief disciples, but in Lin Yizhi's eyes, he can be regarded as a master.

Master, he was almost forced to death by his sword! How is this possible? But looking at Hu Feng's expression, Lin Yizhi couldn't help but believe seven or eight points.

Even if he couldn't think of anything, Lin Yizhi thought it was probably his fault, so he sincerely apologized to him.

Surprisingly, this time Hu Feng did not deliberately sarcastic, but really accepted Lin Yiyi's blank apology, but just said, only this time, Lin Yizhi is allowed, if he really wants to do it with him in the future, he will fight face-to-face in the open, and the guy behind his back or something. It's not above board.

It's just that when he said this, Hu Feng's eyes seemed to glance in the direction of Duanmu Ningque.

His slight movement still couldn't escape Lin Yizhi's eyes. Lin Yizhi looked suspiciously at Duanmu Ningque. secretly said in his heart, his apology was accepted by Hu Feng so easily, could it be that there was some agreement between him and Duanmu?

Lin Yizhi couldn't figure it out, sometimes he really felt that his head was full of wood as Lu Xiyue said, why he couldn't remember what happened just now.

Although he didn't know what to do, Lin Yizhi still respectfully accepted Hu Feng's warning, but what he thought in his heart was that next time, it is estimated that he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Ma Yue, and he wants to fight Hu Feng with this point of cultivation, except that the wood in his head is a thousand-year-old Xuanmu.

After this incident, everything seemed to be on track again.

Everything is so undisturbed and according to plan. The night was not long, it was not short, and it passed like that.

So, in the next few days, as long as it was Lin Yizhi, Hu Feng, and Duanmu Ningque's turn to enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, they would all be the same.

Hu Feng sat opposite Lin Yizhi, and Duanmu Ningque sat next to Lin Yizhi. Both of them closed their eyes and rested, refining their true qi. There was not a word of silence.

And Lin Yizhi has become the most boring person. He had to find something for himself, such as sometimes wiping the golden tripod with a basin of water, in fact, the golden tripod was shining if he didn't wipe it, and he did it purely to find something to do for himself.

Later, even Na Hu Feng said, don't wipe it, the more you wipe it, the more it makes me upset, and if you wipe him again, he will go crazy. Lin Yizhi stopped the work of this servant's temperament.

Sometimes, Lin Yizhi would close his eyes and meditate like them, feeling the vast aura of this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion. He also tried to pull these spiritual qi into his dantian.

But his dantian, which had been hit by a thousand knives, was indeed even more wasteful than himself, and as soon as the aura entered, it overflowed with seventy-seven, eighty-eight. Only a small part of it was absorbed by it and transformed into Lin Yizhi's own true qi.

However, talk is better than nothing. It's just that these auras are already much better than what they have absorbed in the outside world. Lin Yizhi is not a greedy person, and he is already extremely satisfied with this situation.

After many years of frustration, Lin Yizhi has developed this problem of not being greedy, and those things that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of others may be some so-called small achievements in his opinion.

However, more often than not, he was just like that, because of his dantian, he was not so obsessed with absorbing aura.

However, Hu Feng ignored him, and Duanmu Ningque was even more cold. So Lin Yizhi has nothing to do most of the time.

Therefore, as long as he was in the night of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, Lin Yizhi would first have a decent amount of qi practice for an hour or so. The rest of the time was to look at the dome of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion in a daze. One night away.

One night, when Lin Yizhi was bored, he walked towards the back of the Immortal Hidden Sword Stone Platform, and found a path blocked by this stone platform.

He didn't alarm Hu Feng and Duanmu Ningque, thinking in his heart that maybe they should know about the existence of this trail. And he walked in alone.

With the help of the candle light here, he suddenly found that there were five rows of large bookshelves in front of him. It was full of books.

This is what the scroll seems to be old, and the shelves and scrolls are covered with a thick layer of dust. Some of the scrolls have long since turned yellow.

Lin Yizhi didn't know that there was such a place in this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion. He walked over and brushed away the thick dust with his hands, only to make the room full of dust, and he was choked and coughed.

He picked up the dust in front of him indiscriminately, and he didn't see what books were on those shelves, so he took a few books casually and left the dusty place as if he were fleeing.

When I returned to Jinding, I sat down by myself, then opened the book in my hand and read it carefully.

The content of these books is different, and some of them describe the customs and customs of various places in this world, exotic animals and rare birds, and the end is bizarre. There are a lot of things, and Lin Yizhi thinks that the person who wrote the book is talking nonsense, because it is really hard to imagine that there is such a thing in this world.

The rest are old Taoist texts, either difficult to understand, or ethereal and ethereal.

Lin Yizhi reads like chewing wax, and he doesn't know what to do.

From this day on, Lin Yizhi spent all night with these things that seemed to him to be like heavenly books, although he basically couldn't understand all of them, and he didn't know what was in the book. But it's a great way to pass the time.

So, in the past three years, Lin Yizhi has almost read all the books on these rows of bookshelves. He has never known how to clean up, and there is nothing to clean up where he lives.

Therefore, these books, which were originally neatly arranged, were pulled out by him and scattered everywhere. Even on the stone platform of the Golden Tripod and the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, you can also see several books that are open and have messy pages.

To tell the truth, looking at it all over the place, this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion is really a bit of a mess. Maybe it's normal to step down and step on three or five books on the ground.

Duanmu Ningque didn't care, she had always been like this. As long as it doesn't hinder her cultivation, she will go with Lin Yizhi.

Hu Feng was also a little interested in Lin Yizhi's casually thrown books at first, and picked up a few to read, but found that they were as boring as clichés.

Just throw it aside.

Lin Yizhi's daily affairs in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion were not only in a daze, but also reading books.

However, maybe Lin Yizhi was a naughty boy when he was in private school, or maybe this book is really too boring.

Often, after only a few pages, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

On several occasions, the book in his hand somehow was covered by him over his face. He slept very sweetly with this book on his head. No matter how his head twisted in his sleep, the book seemed to stick to it, never falling off.

It's kind of funny.

Duanmu Ningque would sometimes open his eyes to look at him, and when he saw him like this, don't look away, and a hint of a smile would appear on his face.

Time is long, time is long.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three years, Lin Yizhi arrived in the Xianyin Sword Pavilion on time, and after the sky was brightened, Duanmu Ningque, who was dressed in blue, got up and left first without saying a word, followed by Hu Feng habitually glanced at Lin Yizhi who was sleeping, and then seemed to kindly push him up, and the two of them walked out of the Sword Pavilion one after the other.

In addition to these. The relationship between Lin Yizhi and Hu Feng seems to be undergoing some changes subtly. Perhaps, Hu Feng was also bored, and he took the initiative to chat with Lin Yizhi, this chat, from the initial sentence did not match to the last two actually opened the chatterbox, chatting to outsiders looked quite speculative. Although Hu Feng would sarcastically say a few words to him from time to time, Lin Yizhi seemed to be used to his style of words.

Later, the two talked more and more, and from time to time they teased each other, and then laughed.

Lin Yizhi secretly thought, this Hu Feng is not as hateful as he originally thought. At the bottom of his heart, he can be regarded as a warm-hearted person.

Even Hu Feng once solemnly said that if the grievances between their masters were put aside, maybe he and Lin Yizhi might be able to become good friends.

Lin Yizhi didn't shrink back like before, and when he saw the reply of the move, then I will wait for this day with peace of mind.

Duanmu Ningque practiced in his spare time, and he would look at the two people who spoke, and he was also very curious in his heart. It seems that the hearts of the people of this world, such a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, are very incomprehensible.

In the past three years, Lin Yizhi has still gained something, and he is not just living in such a muddy way, his cultivation has been about eight times, and he may be almost in charge alone, but he has finally completely broken off his fate with the word waste.

Looking at his posture now, you can know that the time in the past three years has still had some effect.

Moreover, in the past three years, the Silent Demon Heart seems to be quite honest, except for the first time entering this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, it has never had a seizure again.

Lin Yizhi had already forgotten its existence somewhat.

I wish time slowed down, so, that's enough!