Lin Zhihui was overjoyed and asked, "Why did you agree again?"

"This is not unconditional. You have to stay with me for a month. This month, you will cook, chat, and make me happy. Maybe I will be happy after a month."

"This is so simple. As long as you let me go back, I can do whatever you want~" Lin Zhihui happily agreed.

"What if I ask you to do something that goes against the rules?"

Lin Zhihui was stunned, what does "violating the sect's rules" mean?

The old man said nothing, looked at Lin Zhihui and sighed.

Lin Zhihui didn't know what strange thing he was doing, so he didn't think about it. Anyway, if there was anything he could do to help, he would definitely tell him.

Lin Zhihui walked to the fenced garden and poured water from the river one by one with a gourd.

After lunch, Lin Zhihui found dead branches and tattered cotton cloth and made a scarecrow with life-like proportions based on the scarecrows he had seen before, and then inserted it in the middle of the ground.

After doing all this, Lin Zhihui nodded happily, very satisfied.

The old man was sitting in the rocking chair, enjoying the afternoon sun. Looking at Lin Zhihui's busy figure, he suddenly thought of something and called him, "You, come here!"

Lin Zhihui walked over.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Junior Lin Zhifan."

"Lin Zhifan...Lin..." The old man pondered, and then asked, "Tell me, what is your father's name?"

"My father, Lin Feng, is also a disciple of the Hengtian Sect."

"It's Lin Feng, Lin Feng... You are Lin Feng's son."

The old man was a little twitchy and confused when he spoke, so Lin Zhifan quickly tried to comfort him and asked him to sit down, but he shook him off with his hand.

Lin Zhifan didn't know why the old man became like this when he heard his father's name, but he vaguely felt that his father had a certain connection with him, and those were old stories that he didn't know about.

Dao Xiang fell asleep and Lin Zhifan covered him with a blanket. Jiu Jiu was playing with the old man's things. Lin Zhifan walked over and found that it was actually caused by gunpowder. What on earth was this old guy trying to do?

He ran out, looking back at Lin Zhihui from time to time. Lin Zhihui knew that He had a good understanding of human nature, so he ran after him.

Jiejia took him to the back mountain. The scene here was completely different from before. It was a barren desert. Could it be that the old man took him out here?

The next discovery indeed confirmed this. Lin Zhihui walked an entire circle around the mountain. The mountain was surrounded by desert. Because of the mountain barrier, the desert could not invade the interior of the mountain.

In addition to this desert, it seems that there is a thin layer of things outside that cannot be seen or touched, but it can be felt. Maybe his body hadn't fully recovered yet, Lin Zhihui didn't know what it was.

After returning, Lin Zhihui prepared dinner and waited for Dao Xiang to have dinner together.

After Dao Xiang woke up, he rubbed his head and looked at Lin Zhihui and sighed, then walked to the table and sat down to eat.

While eating, Lin Zhihui asked him, "Master Daoxiang, you rescued me from the desert, right?"

"You're talking nonsense, you're almost dead, and you keep holding on to my sleeve." Dao Xiang said angrily.

Why did he get so angry when he just woke up? Could it be that the food was not delicious? Lin Zhihui picked up a chopstick of the dish and put it in his mouth. The taste was neither salty nor bland. It was okay. This old man, why did you provoke him again? Maybe it was You must be older.

Lin Zhihui said, "I just went to look around the mountain. It is surrounded by desert."

"What do you want to ask?" Daoxiang was a little impatient.

"Master Daoxiang, where exactly is this place?"

“A place where it’s easy to get in, but not easy to get out.”

Is it so difficult for this old man to tell the truth? Lin Zhihui took out two chopsticks of rice and went out.

It was already dark, but the moon was extremely bright. The moonlight in the desert was like a thin veil, invisible but still visible.

Lin Zhihui walked to the top of the mountain and looked at the endless desert. Is it really impossible to get out?

No! There will definitely be one, Lin Zhihui firmly believed in his heart. If those unknown guys brought him here, if they can get out, then he will definitely get out too.

Lin Zhihui thought of Jiang Yuan unconsciously. He would definitely be anxious after finding out that he was missing, so Lin Zhihui endured it for him.

He shouted loudly towards the sky, and waves of echoes came from the mountains, as if his voice was another one of himself. It made Lin Zhihui feel less lonely.

Back in the house, the old man had fallen asleep on the bed, and Lin Zhihui carefully took the rice bowl away.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid that others won't hear your complaint? If you don't want to stay here, just leave!"

The old man's stern words made Lin Zhihui stop. He didn't sleep, and he heard himself shouting on the mountain. That shout was not dissatisfaction with him, but longing for him.

"Master Daoxiang, you misunderstood..."

Before he finished speaking, Dao Xiang hit him, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You are just like your father and Cang Xingyuan. You don't want me to feel better. Do you all hope that I will die soon?" ! Let me tell you, stop dreaming. Does that old immortal Cang Xingyuan imprison me in this place for the rest of my life? Even if I get old, I will get out of here and walk in front of him. Tell the world about it!”

"Grandmaster Daoxiang, you really misunderstood. I don't know what you, the Grandmaster, and my father have experienced, or what conflicts you have. I have never heard my father and the Grandmaster mention you."

“They never talked about me…”

"yes."

"Ah..." Dao Xiang fell into contemplation, and then continued, "He has never told the younger generation about the shameful things he has done..."

"Master Daoxiang, Master Daoxiang." Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, Lin Zhifan called out softly twice, but no one answered. It seemed that he really fell asleep this time.

Lin Zhifan cleaned up the kitchen, then carried a small bed he found in the east room today to an open space, and spread a quilt made of torn cotton on it. He lay down on it, and wow, it was so comfortable.

Although Dao Xiang was still confused after talking for a long time, Lin Zhifan fell asleep quickly because the sleeping conditions suddenly improved.

Dao Xiang was developing his explosives again. Lin Zhihui brought him a cup of tea. Dao Xiang looked at him and asked, "You don't want to poison me, do you?"

Lin Zhihui picked up the tea and took a sip, "Look, I am the one who is going to die."

Dao Xiang took the tea and drank it in one gulp, "Go, have another cup."

Lin Zhi returned to the room and handed her another glass, "Master Daoxiang, why are you making explosives?"

"I told you, don't ask!" The voice was still so stern. Lin Zhi returned to the room and continued to practice, but he felt two forces colliding and rubbing in his body. Lin Zhihui adjusted his breath but still couldn't control it. Unknowingly, These two auras suddenly strengthened, making Lin Zhihui feel bad in his body.

But it was too late, Lin Zhihui had already collapsed on the bed.

Daoxiang returned to the house, and before he saw Lin Zhihui, he already opened his mouth, "Lin Zhihui has been here for so long, and he hasn't cooked yet!"

But after a few seconds, there was no response. Dao Xiang quickly looked into the back room, and Lin Zhihui was motionless in his arms, as if he was a dead person when he first saw him.

Dao Xiang's hands suddenly fell down and scattered on both sides. There was no light in his eyes, and they were as dim as the night.

A day and a night had passed since Lin Zhihui woke up again. When he woke up, Daoxiang was sitting next to him and giving himself medicine.

"Master Daoxiang, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

"You still know, do you know that you almost died, but you still dare to practice! You really don't want your life!"

Daoxiang put the medicine into his mouth. Lin Zhihui felt something was wrong and wanted to take it and drink it himself, but as soon as he got up, he fell down weakly.

"Forget it, I'll do it."

Lin Zhihui regretted it and said, "This is so unethical. Master Daoxiang, I will do it myself."

"What else can you do if you're like this!"

Even though Dao Xiang is old, her voice has not weakened at all.

Lin Zhihui had no choice but to listen to him obediently. Although Daoxiang has a weird temper, he is a good person.

Lin Zhihui finished drinking the medicine and said, "You can get out of bed and move around in the last two days, otherwise your life will be in danger if your breath is sensitive."

"So dangerous?" Lin Zhihui asked in surprise.

"Don't believe me? Then don't blame me if you die."

Lin Zhihui thought about it that he had saved her last time, and he would definitely not lie to him this time. Besides, there was nothing wrong with staying on the bed. "

Dao Xiang spent the next two days developing his explosives, and Lin Zhihui didn't feel so bored with Laojiao by his side.

The second day after Lin Zhihui was lying in bed, Dao Xiang showed joy. The old man's smile looked really weird.

On the third day, Lin Zhihui could finally get out of bed. Dao Xiang asked him, do you still want to continue practicing?

"think!"

"You have now lost your spells due to the collision of forces within your body. If you want to continue practicing..."

"How is it?" Lin Zhihui asked firmly.

"Reborn! You know your own body best. The power you have now does not belong to you, right?"

Lin Zhihui clenched his fists and said, "Yes."

"You've already died once, right?"

"Yes!" If it hit the most fragile sensitivity in his heart, Lin knew there was no way to avoid it.

"How do you know?" Lin Zhifu asked.

"The aura of power on your body does not match your own weak aura. Your own aura is pitifully weak. If you hadn't died once, how could there be another powerful aura?"

"Yes, I did die once."

"When you are practicing, you will feel two kinds of breaths colliding. Even if one is weak, there is still strong enough resistance. You are curious about why, right?"

"yes."

"Because your own aura goes through a recovery process in your body, it will very much reject foreign auras that are compatible with it and invade its territory, just like an endorsement of a war. So do you understand?"

"You are saying that because of the presence of foreign breath, my own breath has been resurrected, but it doesn't want to tolerate the existence of foreign breath now, right?"

"That's right, isn't it stupid?"