Chapter 271 The shared love between master and disciple
It seemed too much, too bloated.
Lin Zhi half-closed his eyes tiredly, the light and shadows in front of his eyes were shaking, and he could not see anything clearly.
In the blink of an eye, I could feel the stickiness on my body.
This fatigue does not come entirely from the body, but more from the mind.
The backlash spell that was operating in the inner palace continuously devoured the spiritual energy to nourish itself, wandering through every part of the meridians, washing and repairing them, leaving people with only the long-lasting joy that was enough to paralyze them, and thus the sense of spiritual laziness was infinitely prolonged.
As the tides rise and fall, they leave traces of their visit over and over again, tirelessly leaving traces of their visit on the territory.
Lin Zhi could easily distinguish Yuan Zhi and Ting Yan, although the lovers who were divided into two did not have the bad taste to play the game of making him guess who belonged to him.
Perhaps because of his illness, Tingyan's body temperature was very low. When people saw him or touched him, they would think of the snow on Wujian Mountain that never melted all year round, and the cool moon hanging above the snow-capped mountain.
Perhaps it was because of his illness, or perhaps it was some kind of calmness of an elder, Ting Yan was not as impetuous as Yuan Zhi, but rather regular, even cruel and constant.
Although they are on the same continent and use the same units of measurement for time: days, months, and years, the passage of time in the realm of cultivation seems to be faster than in the realm of mortals, so much so that people only realize after being in a trance that several days have passed.
The cultivator had already practiced fasting, so naturally he no longer had to worry about the reincarnation of the five grains. There were traces left on the jade bed, but these traces disappeared without a trace in the Cleansing Dust Technique.
Fortunately, enlightenment is a common thing for cultivators, and Lin Zhi's soul lamp is burning well in the lamp hall, so Ren Hebo does not have to worry about the whereabouts of his little disciple.
In the endless alternation, Lin Zhi fell into a complete sleep.
Ting Yan carefully examined his body and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his realm had not dropped but had improved greatly due to the great amount of food he had swallowed.
However, stealing other people's cultivation is not a good idea after all. It may cause obstacles to Lin Zhi in the future, but judging from the current situation, there is really no other way.
He looked at the young man sleeping in his arms and combed his fingers through his long hair.
When Lin Zhi woke up, the sky outside was gray.
When it is not snowing over Wujian Mountain, the sky is leaden gray, and it seems that there will never be a grand spectacle like the sun shining on the golden mountain.
Yuan Zhi was sleeping beside him, with his arms around his waist, as if shielding him in his arms.
The spiritual energy circulated smoothly in the body, and any fatigue from the sequelae disappeared. The corners of Lin Zhi's lips curved slightly, and he felt quite relaxed.
01 popped up quietly and said: [Host, do you still remember those things? 】
If you don't remember, 01 will have to remind you.
Although it is blocked by the cartoon, 01 can see the coordinates, which is within its authority.
01 I watched cartoons for several days, almost humming a song as I watched the three coordinate points stick together.
At this time, it finally felt the benefits of the relay race. There were so many cartoons that it could never be finished.
Lin Zhi responded, not intending to talk more about adult romance with the system that was about to be locked in a small dark room to watch cartoons.
The turn of events was beyond his expectations and brought forward his plan, but it was not bad.
It was good in every sense, it might be a little strenuous when awake, but under the effect of the spell, it didn't seem to be a burden.
Lin Zhi didn't take the changes in his body caused by the spell too seriously. He valued the result, so he didn't feel worried that he almost became a cauldron. It's just that this result seemed to be the same as the original one.
If he had not dispersed his power, it seemed that he would have taken the same path of absorbing the power of others.
It can be seen that the evil cultivation methods are very domineering. Once you get involved with them, you will be skinned alive even if you don't die.
Lin Zhi thought of the senior sister who had demonic energy entering her body, and pondered subconsciously in her heart.
"Brother! You're awake!"
The voice coming from the side brought Lin Zhi back to his senses. He looked at Yuan Zhi beside him with a smile on his face.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry to bother you again," Lin Zhi gathered his robes to cover the stains on his body. His movements were natural and gentle. He turned his head slightly to look around, then lowered his head and said hesitantly, "But why is Uncle Master's jade bed here?"
Yuan Zhi was stunned when he heard this, and hesitated whether to tell his senior brother the truth. But he felt that if his senior brother knew it, he would probably not be able to bear it.
Or maybe his cultivation is too low and he is too incompetent, otherwise how could this situation occur?
Even if he and Tingyan are the same person, his senior brother doesn't know about it, so how can he accept such a thing?
Yuan Zhi didn't want to lie to Lin Zhi, but he didn't know what would happen if he told her the truth, so he could only avoid the main point and said vaguely: "Brother, the spell on you is really extremely strange and evil. Not only did it suddenly break out yesterday, but it also transferred your spiritual energy to me."
No matter how wrong it is, it’s all the Hehuan Sect’s fault.
If my brother had not been cursed, how could a healthy person endure such pain?
Lin Zhi looked at the boy's somewhat clumsy words and cooperated with him to draw his thoughts. After immediately examining himself, he said with a little doubt: "My cultivation has not decreased, and it has even increased a lot."
The astonishment in Lin Zhi's eyes was extremely real, and his slightly furrowed brows seemed to be troubled by this matter.
"My master has found a spell that can counteract it. It's enough to reverse your condition, but it seems impossible to cure it completely."
Yuan Zhi racked his brains and spoke haltingly, his face shrouded in a heavy cloud as he did not tell the complete truth.
Lin Zhi exhaled lightly: "Then I should go and thank my uncle for taking the trouble to think about me."
"Junior brother, I will go and bid farewell to my uncle first, and then return to Yunwu Mountain. I don't know how many days I will be away from the mountain. If Master can't see me, he will be worried."
Yuan Zhi nodded and escorted Lin Zhi away. He wondered in his heart whether Ting Yan would reveal the matter and whether his senior brother would blame him for not reporting it.
He would endure it no matter what, and just hoped that his senior brother wouldn't feel too bad.
Hehuan Sect, Yuan Zhi lowered his head and muttered silently, while tightly gripping the sword beside him.
The furnishings in Tingyan's cave are still gorgeous and comfortable, and the faint cool fragrance has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the spirit.
Lin Zhi walked in and saw the milky white chalcedony bed inside. Different from the warm jade green tone, it exuded a cool but not icy breath. Only then did he realize that the source of the cold fragrance was not the incense burner, but the new bed that replaced the warm jade bed.
Wealth and splendor were just like this, and it was a far cry from Yuan Zhi's cave which was so simple even after stuffing a jade bed in it. It was hard to believe that they were the same person.
"Uncle Master."
Lin Zhi bowed his head and expressed his gratitude, being very respectful.
Ting Yan was a little stunned, and his eyes, as clear as glass, also took on a complicated look, and he was not sure what Lin Zhi was thinking.
He had imagined that, based on Lin Zhi's personality, he might act according to the situation, and since he couldn't change him, he might regard him as the cornerstone of his path to the great road, or he might harbor a grudge and stop associating with him. But in either case, he shouldn't have this expression.
“I never thought it would be so harmful.”
Lin Zhi's hand gently pressed on her abdomen, without any extra performance.
He was even calm, so much so that his gentle eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, which was somewhat similar to Ting Yan.
Lin Zhi knew that since Ting Yan had found a way to counter the Dispersion Spell, he must know where the spell came from. Yuan Zhi had always thought that the incident happened in the lower spiritual realm, but Ting Yan must know that it happened even earlier than that.
Don't do unnecessary performances. Sometimes the more you perform, the more mistakes you make. That will inevitably make people feel that your performance is clumsy and even disgusting.
Of course, it wasn’t the person being hooked who thought so, but Lin Zhi himself was fed up with it.
There was no benefit for Lin Zhi to expose the threesome. They had not yet reached the stage of perfection, and this would put him in a passive position.
At that time he will inevitably have to make a choice. Yuan Zhi will ask him, "Brother, do you like me or him?" Ting Yan may not ask, but he will definitely target him. When the two of them compete, he will be caught in the middle and will be at a disadvantage.
Lin Zhi will never let himself fall into the situation of passive choice. The web weaver must be above the rope of fate. He can weave himself into it when necessary, but he must not get lost and be carried forward.
When a big fish that bit the bait was pulled underwater and drowned while casting a line to fish, the person was not the fisherman, but a water ghost.
"It's my fault too. I thought it was too easy before, so you suffered in vain. It can't be eradicated. Reversing the spell is the worst option, but there is no other way. I will continue to search. Maybe there is a record in some ancient book. You can blame me. I will do my best to make it up to you."
Tingyan was not ashamed to admit his guilt and felt very guilty.
Even though he knew that only by cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage and then being reborn in another body could he completely get rid of this thing that was like a thorn in the flesh, he still made Lin Zhi endure the severe pain twice in vain, and it might even make the situation worse.
Even if you do something wrong with good intentions, it is still a bad thing.
"Uncle Master, why do you have to take the blame on yourself? It's not your fault," Lin Zhi couldn't help laughing, easing the tense atmosphere. He continued, "I've heard what Junior Brother Yuan said. Thank you for your concern. Although I know that as your disciple, he won't be short of top-grade Yuan-boosting Pills, I will still do my best to compensate him with some of the herbs I've refined."
"It's just that with my level of cultivation, I can't tell if there's anything wrong with Junior Brother Yuan's body. If there is anything, please let me know. He will definitely keep it from me."
Lin Zhi's words of intimacy, which were filled with gratitude and helplessness, completely froze Ting Yan in place.
He looked straight at Lin Zhi, as if trying to find some clues beneath his beautiful skin. The smell of blood in his throat made him cough lightly, and it seemed that he could not stop coughing for a while. When he took away the handkerchief that was covering his lips, there seemed to be some blood on it.
Tingyan touched his wrist unconsciously, a little absent-minded.
There were traces of him on the small black mole in the center of Lin Zhi's wrist, on the back of his neck and even other places, but the young man with these traces seemed unaware and erased his existence.
There were clearly teeth marks on his hands from his sobbing and numbness, but he just forgot about it so casually.
It seems like this isn't the first time, it happens all the time.
It seemed like whenever he encountered something related to this so-called destiny, he always messed things up.
Ting Yan's life before he became the Sword Master was as fragmented as his inner palace.
Perhaps it was because of his frail health or the impression he gave off as a gentle person, which made people think he was easy to talk to, and they forgot the cause of his illness.
He is desperate and ruthless, and never hesitates to sacrifice himself. He would rather blow himself up than let his enemies make him a puppet and act for them.
So when he once again encountered difficulties in life and needed to explore love, he gave up a part of himself without hesitation. However, he did not expect that this time was different from the past. The person standing in front of him was not his enemy, but his lover.
Tingyan had been thinking absentmindedly that maybe he should really take that part back, so that there wouldn't be unnecessary trouble.
But now, looking into Lin Zhi's eyes and listening to what Lin Zhi said, he suddenly understood what Yuan Zhi said, that love is not something that can be given up or taken back at will.
If he killed Yuan Zhi, even if he only killed himself, Lin Zhi might hate and dislike him, and would not be with him naturally as he thought.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you? Go back to bed and lie down first. Let me take a look."
Lin Zhi looked at Tingyan, who was coughing up blood and pressing his forehead in pain after hearing his words, and reached out to help him to the bed.
Hmm, is it really that fragile?
Although I know it's impossible, Tingyan's sickly appearance makes people feel that he might die at any time.
Lin Zhi felt somewhat amused and helpless. Why was he still tormenting himself when things were already like this?
For the time being, Lin Zhi is unable to figure out Ting Yan's physical condition like his master did. He uses the simplest method of medicine to check Ting Yan's body and repair his internal organs with spiritual energy.
Even though the progress is worrying, at least it can be repaired a little bit. Anyway, he is full of spiritual energy now, and he absorbs it from Ting Yan, so it is also a way to make use of it.
Ting Yan looked at the top of Lin Zhi's head and lowered his eyes.
After Tingyan's breathing became steady and the pain subsided, Lin Zhi said goodbye softly and left Wujian Mountain.
When I returned to Yunwu Mountain, I saw my third senior brother who was handling the affairs of Yaofeng.
Yan Peng asked with concern: "Junior brother, where have you been these days? I didn't see you."
Lin Zhi replied: "I discussed Taoism with Junior Brother Yuan at Wujian Mountain and I have gained some insights."
Yan Peng was still wondering what a medicine cultivator and a sword cultivator were discussing. He was confused as to how these two things could be discussed together. When he heard Lin Zhi's words, he immediately turned around and didn't bother her.
This kind of perception is very important and is a vital part of spiritual practice. Sometimes, whether you can reach a new level depends on that little bit of perception.
"Then I won't bother you any more."
Yan Peng walked a few steps and then remembered that his master also wanted to talk to his junior brother about something, but it didn't seem to be a serious matter. He decided to go and report it himself, and if it was urgent, he could just come and call his junior brother.
Lin Zhi returned to the wooden house, cleaned it with the Cleansing Technique, and then took a bath as usual.
After watering all the plants with spiritual energy, Lin Zhi began to meditate and practice.
His cultivation speed was already extremely fast, but the spiritual power he obtained from Yuan Zhi and Ting Yan in the past few days was far more than what he had gained from a month of meditation. This kind of evil power could easily make people reap the benefits.
However, his goal is not to seek the truth, and he has no obsession with becoming strong. At least compared to the beginning, he can now rely on his other half more relaxedly.
Lin Zhi calmed down and refined the spiritual energy again, repeatedly consolidating the foundation to avoid future mistakes.
Lin Zhi had been a demon and a ghost before, but he had never practiced Taoism. However, after practicing for so long, he naturally had some insights. He had lived for so long and experienced several worlds, and he had long been different from others. After entering the state of forgetting both himself and the world, he was also very happy.
Less than half a month passed like this, and when the calamity clouds in the sky began to gather, the disciples on Yunwu Mountain had not noticed anything unusual.
Or it was those spiritual plants that seemed unable to move or speak that keenly sensed the changes in the situation. When they saw some abnormalities, the first disciple cried out in surprise, and then everyone in the entire Medicine Peak knew about it.
Yan Peng was extremely happy. He paced back and forth in the medicine field for a while before running to find his master.
Ren Hebo was also a little surprised. He remembered that half a month ago, his disciple seemed to have not even reached the middle stage of foundation building. How come he had directly crossed the state of great perfection and was about to form a pill directly?
Such a monster is really shocking. During the period when the calamity clouds were gathering, Ren Hebo was not in a hurry to protect Lin Zhi. Instead, he first cast a spell to protect the spiritual plants in Yunwu Mountain to prevent them from being affected. It would be terrible if any disciple's hard work was wiped out in the thunder calamity.
After doing all this, he set up the formation next to Lin Zhi's wooden house.
"As expected of Senior Brother Lin, he should be the fastest medicinal cultivator to form a pill throughout history, right?"
"Senior Brother Lin's temperament is compatible with his spiritual roots, and he has excellent talent. This is as it should be."
“If the medicine practitioners from other sects knew about this, they would be so envious.”
"If I can go into the secret realm with Junior Brother Lin next time, my safety will be better guaranteed. Things seem to be uneasy outside recently, especially with the evil cultivators. It seems that many people from the Hehuan Sect have died, including a city lord in the Nascent Soul stage."
"These evil ways deserve to be punished. I don't know how many people they have harmed. I just don't know if it was a dog-eat-dog fight or if some seniors intervened."
"Who cares what they do? I also want to practice with Senior Brother Lin, but unfortunately I don't have enough strength."
The topic changed direction and finally returned to Lin Zhi.
The calamity cloud has gradually taken shape. Those who want to feel it should be closer, while those with lower cultivation should be farther away.
Just like the Sword Peak disciples' admiration for Yuan Zhi, the Medicine Cultivation disciples also admired Lin Zhi very much. After all, who doesn't like a gentle beauty? They often felt that Lin Zhi lived too secludedly, so her reputation was not that loud.
The moment Yuan Zhi discovered the calamity cloud, he ran towards Yunwu Mountain without hesitation. Ting Yan did not show up in person, but sent a trace of his spiritual consciousness.
Inside the wooden house, the Thousand Heart Flower rooted in the soil had returned to its white color, but because it had swallowed the demonic energy, the center of its pistil was no longer light red, but scarlet.
The thick branches did not spread out on the ground like other similar trees, but twisted together, tightly covering the forest.
The branches were struck by lightning, causing them to turn black, but the bright flowers on them did not wither. Instead, they bloomed more vigorously, with red showing through the white edges.
The Thousand Heart Flower protected its master spontaneously, and Lin Zhi did not stop it. He wanted to see if it would undergo any transformation during the thunder tribulation.
One after another, thunder fell, as if piercing from the top of the head into the soles of people's feet, trying to split people into pieces.
Lin Zhi put away the Thousand Heart Flower that was about to be burnt, and used his spiritual power barrier to resist. When his spiritual power was exhausted, he could only use his physical body and willpower to resist.
It was at this time that he would joke with 01 that if he couldn't be an ordinary person, it would be more comfortable to be a ghost.
After the thunderstorm ended, Lin Zhi's wooden house was completely broken into pieces.
Ren Hebo heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the calamity clouds dissipate and the sky filled with light. He repaired his young disciple's cave and was about to go in to check the situation when he discovered that someone was faster than him. A black shadow rushed past him.
Whose kid is this? He is faster than Elder Yaofeng’s direct disciple. How can he be so disrespectful to his elders?
After Ren Hebo saw it clearly, he was not surprised at all.
Oh, he is Tingyan’s apprentice, that’s normal.
After all, Tingyan was the one who vomited blood every three days and was in a coma every five days and did not follow the doctor's advice. Others said that this kid was very friendly, but he felt that he was more than ten pounds of rebellious. He was probably thinking the same as his current disciple. No wonder they were master and disciple.
In the wooden house, Lin Zhi was lying on the ground, the cloth on his body was in tatters after being burned, his once fair skin was also charred black, and the remaining dark purple lightning was wandering in the broken veins of his skin.
Yuan Zhi didn't dare to move him rashly. At this time, he had to wait for the body to repair itself, so that the tempering of the body would be completed.
He said softly, "Don't worry, brother. I'm with you."
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