Xerox watched Jiang Yuan fall. He would rather fall to death than owe him any favors. Hehe, he is such an unruly person.

Xerox looked towards the edge of the cliff and Lu Zongzhen said, "Miss Xerox, Jiang Yuan will definitely die if he falls. You can give up now. Your future is bright. If you are willing, then you will be the future leader of the Hengtian Sect. Madam, this position is very suitable for you~"

There were still some wet tears in the corners of Xerox's eyes. The old thief Lu Zongzhen couldn't see clearly from so far away, but Xerox's performance was not very pessimistic or painful.

She paused for a while, then a thin smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, and said, "Master Lu, you really put in the effort. I accept your kindness. See you later!" After saying that, she turned around and disappeared on the other side of the sky.

Lu Zongzhen felt very happy. This matter was simply God's blessing. Not only did Jiang Yuan get rid of, but Xie Le was also married immediately. The Shuntian faction would no longer threaten the Hengtian faction, and by then he would be the leader. It's safe and sound.

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Lin Zhihui would think of Jiang Yuan every day. As long as he thought of him, he would be absent-minded in doing things.

"Xiao Hui, I asked you to pour me a glass of water. See how far you spread the water." Daoxiang sighed helplessly.

Lin Zhihui immediately realized that the water on the table was already two meters away. He quickly picked up the teapot and said, "Master Daoxiang, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"I'm starting to think about things again. I've been distracted these past few days. How many times have I told you that you can't go out."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhihui's desire and anger were aroused. For such a barrier-breaker, he learned the authentic barrier-breaking spell of the Qing Emperor Hengtian sect. How could he not be able to break it, unless he said that Xiang Xiang was not Hengtian? Send someone, or learn the spells of the Hengtian Sect.

Lin Zhihui poured another glass of water, then respectfully brought it to Dao Xiang and asked, "Master Dao Xiang, please have some tea."

Lin Zhihui's voice was gentle and not aggressive, and he knew he was going to flatter him as soon as he heard it.

"Master Daoxiang, you are indeed a master of Taoism. Even the "Qingtian White Pillars" of our Hengtian Sect can't break the barrier you set up. I don't know..." Lin Zhihui did not dare to continue what he said, otherwise Daoxiang He would beat himself with a slender willow stick like he did two days ago. Compared with the head master, this really showed the difference between his master and his grandson.

Dao Xiang just took the tea, then froze for a moment and said, "You're trying to trick me again, aren't you? I'm telling you, no way. Also, have you learned the magic I asked you to practice the other day?"

Lin Zhifan lowered his hands and pretended to be absent-minded and said, "Master, I have learned it. Why are you so fussy now?"

That was true. The head of the sect, Cang Xingyuan, was a man who didn't like to talk much, so when the two of them talked, Daoxiang was the only one who talked, like a stream of water that never stopped flowing. Daoxiang was usually the one who worried the most. "Brother, have you collected the clothes outside? I think the weather is very cloudy." "Brother, what did you eat today?" "Xiaofan, look at you, your clothes are scattered around, your shoes are so dirty, and you don't even know how to clean them. Do you need me to help you personally?...

The tea that had just reached his mouth almost spit out, and he said, "As a teacher, this is called being in charge. You two, one is idle and the other is careless. I am just like you. You can imagine what kind of life we are living now. ”

Lin Zhihui ignored him, and Cang Xingyuan's voice came from outside the door, "Xiao Hui, come over and help me beat my waist."

When Lin Zhihui heard this, he hurriedly went out to find Cang Xingyuan. It seemed that he was getting older and his waist hurt several times a day.

After Lin Zhihui left, Dao Xiang sat alone at the table, his expression dim as if he had thousands of thoughts and nowhere to hide, but he could only act impeccably in front of him.

Cang Xingyuan was carving outside the door. Lin Zhihui saw that he had been carving something since a few days ago, but it didn't have a shape yet.

Lin Zhihui stepped forward and said, "Master, master, come and sit here, I will give you a hammer on your back."

Cang Xingyuan stopped what he was doing and sat on the stool.

Lin Zhihui helped him beat it and said, "Master, what are you carving now? Do you think you are carving a boat?"

Lin Zhihui felt comfortable with the beating, and Cang Xingyuan said with a relaxed look, "You really have a good idea."

Lin Zhihui's eyes widened and he looked at the template that was being formed. He really guessed it right. Lin Zhihui remembered that when Cang Xingyuan was in Qingdi Mountain before, there was a boat specially made for him. Now that I think about it, alas, I feel a little sympathy for the head master.

Cang Xingyuan said, "Xiao Hui, do you think this boat looks good?"

Although it has not yet been formed, the lotus pendant and the peony pattern can be vaguely seen on it. It looks very beautiful. Lin Zhihui said, "The master, the master, has good craftsmanship. If there is a chance, Xiaohui is willing to become your teacher and learn this." "...Learn this and carve something and give it to Jiang Yuan when you have the chance to see him, so that he won't be angry.

Cang Xingyuan laughed heartily, "What a silly boy, I am your master, why should you be your master?"

Lin Zhihui smiled sheepishly.

At this time, Dao Xiang came out of the house and moved a stool to sit next to him. Lin Zhihui knew the reason for his coming. If he only gave the head master a back slap without giving him a slap, he would be jealous and then angry. Lin Zhihui Zhihui couldn't help but smile. The older people got, the more they lost their temper like children, so Lin Zhihui treated both of them equally.

Dao Xiang's health was getting worse and worse, so Lin Zhihui was naturally more concerned about taking care of him, but he was still able to pretend. If Lin Zhihui hadn't secretly seen him fall from such a high stool and even caught him, he would probably have died. He was going to spend the rest of his life in bed. Although he was careless in what he said, Lin Zhihui could clearly see that his legs were slow to react and one of his feet was missing when he moved.

Lin Zhihui was a little worried, and Cang Xingyuan said, "Don't worry, Xiaohui, I'm watching him. There's nothing wrong now. You can go practice."

Lin Zhihui was curious why the head of Dao Xianghe cared so much about his improvement in magic. Now that he couldn't get out, what could he do to practice? He had no talent and no magic to use. Although thinking this way was a bit negative, Lin Zhihui Zhihui really thought about it like this for a period of time.

Lin Zhihui walked outside the door. In order not to disturb Dao Xiang's rest, he ran as far away as possible. The open space was big enough for him to use his fists and kicks.

Lin Zhihui's luck is still his goal, and the barrier in the sky is still his goal. After a few days, his "blue sky and white pillars" have not retreated but have taken a step forward. Lin Zhihui wants to try again.

The huge beam of light shot straight into the sky like a pillar, and Lin Zhihui's heart trembled when he was about to reach the barrier.

The barrier seemed to have received an impact and bounced violently. This scene was just like when Dao Xiang described falling off the cliff. It was simply incredible. Lin Zhihui felt as happy as if he had eaten marshmallows. , I instantly felt that hope was right in front of me. No wonder Dao Xiang and the leader didn't tell me. It seemed that they all knew it. Did they want to give themselves a surprise?

Lin Zhihui was ready to call it a day. Today he was going to cook and have a delicious meal to celebrate.

When Lin Zhihui walked outside the door, he heard the sound of coughing, coughing, coughing, and rushed in anxiously.

However, the headmaster had no doubts or confusion about Dao Xiang's serious injury. Lin Zhihui looked at Dao Xiang's dying expression on the bed and felt a thorn in his heart.

He stepped forward and held Daoxiang's hand. Before he could say a word, tears were already flowing out.

Dao Xiang opened his eyes, looked at Lin Zhihui and then said with a smile, "Xiao Hui, don't worry, I'm fine as a teacher. Are you much better at your magic now?"

Lin Zhihui paused, how did he know?

Dao Xiang said, "Practice well." Then he closed his eyes and rested.

Cang Xingyuan didn't say a word until now. Lin Zhihui wiped away his tears and said, "Master, you go and rest first. I'll come and watch for a while."

Cang Xingyuan nodded and left.

Lin Zhihui sat next to him, lying in his arms with Tuotuo. Lin Zhihui was stroking Tuituo's soft hair while thinking about Daoxiang's condition.

For what reason, Dao Xiang's condition worsened. I checked his pulse while he was sleeping and found no other symptoms except that he was very weak.

Lin Zhihui looked at Dao Xiang sleeping peacefully, then quietly got up, went to the back mountain to catch a pheasant, and picked some fresh mushrooms. Today he was going to make hen and wild mushroom soup for Dao Xiang, maybe let him drink it. Okay, hurry up, getting old is troublesome. If you say you are sick, you will be sick immediately. Lin Zhihui shook his head and continued to work in the kitchen.

After it was done, Lin Zhihui brought the soup to Dao Xiang and said, "Master Dao Xiang, look what this is? It's the hen and wild mushroom soup I made specially for you."

Lin Zhi turned around and looked at Cang Xingyuan and said, "Master, head master, you should drink it while it's hot."

After saying that, he brought the spoon to Dao Xiang's mouth. Dao Xiang took a sip and said, "It tastes good. I inherited my cooking skills."

If it were in the past, Lin Zhihui would definitely say, "Master Daoxiang, he can't speak, can you please stop talking? I inherited my mother's cooking skills and my diligence."

But at this time Lin Zhihui smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you will feel better after drinking it."

It's a pity that Daoxiang found it difficult to swallow after two sips and said, "It tastes too salty."

Lin Zhihui tasted it and said, "It's normal. I was afraid of adding too much salt, so I controlled the amount of salt very well." Cang Xingyuan sat at the table without saying a word. Lin Zhihui looked at the food in front of him. Did you really add too much chicken soup?

But there was nothing he could do if Dao Xiang refused to eat. Lin Zhihui leaned in his ear and asked, "Master Dao Xiang, tell me, what do you want to eat? As long as you can think of it, I can make it."

Dao Xiang showed a smile and said, "Xiao Hui."

This time, the voice was old and thick, not as ordinary as usual, and seemed solemn and solemn. Lin Zhihui heard that Daoxiang was serious, so he quickly put down the soup bowl in his hand, held his hand tightly and said, "Master Daoxiang, what's wrong? I'm here."

Dao Xiang also grabbed his hand tightly and said, "Xiao Hui's cooking is delicious. I will cook it for your master more often in the future. Do you understand? Otherwise, all your cooking skills will be wasted."

Lin Zhihui's tears fell involuntarily.