Everyone Is Secretly In Love With Me - Chapter 59

Next, Lin Zhizhi asked the little fat man about the geographic location around him-the answer this time was to shake his head blankly. For children who have never been out of the village, the farthest place is the city where parents only enter once in a while.

There are a lot of fun and food in the city, which is their dream place.

Mortals do not know how to use swords, and the places they can know are limited. Lin Zhizhi died of this heart. Seeing that the beautiful boy in front of him stopped talking, the little fat man slanted his eyes to look at his companion, ignoring his gesture to leave quickly, and the little fat man squeezed the chair under him. . Maybe because of the previous conversation, he was not so scared, and boldly asked: “Where are you from? Are you in the city? Why are you with him?”

This “he” refers naturally to the young man who is still chopping wood. The little fat man didn’t even want to look at him, the plump flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball, he looked like **** in the day.

Lin Zhizhi’s black eyes were very bright and he didn’t speak.

“Don’t ask! Tie Zhu, we’re going to be late for Mr.’s place!” The companion with a pair of plateau red on his face waved to the little fat man anxiously.

The little fat man Tie Zhu hesitated to look at the person in front of him, craned his neck and replied “coming!” Then he whispered to Lin Zhizhi, “I’m leaving! You think about it, it’s not safe around the wild species!”

Then he ran to his companion with a tremor all over his body, turning his head and toes arrogantly at the boy who was indifferent from beginning to end and wanted to curse a few more words. But his small eyes rolled, looking at Lin Zhizhi, without cursing, he pushed his companion and ran away.

He was still young and didn’t understand the truth. Everything was instilled by his parents. The prejudice of parents stems from the ignorance of ideas, not understanding how much harm this will bring to a child.

Maybe they know, but they just don’t care.

Lin Zhizhi is actually not very clear about the feelings of the other party. He and this young man have completely different trajectories: one is aloof, a descendant of a family, and has a smooth path of cultivation, while the other is born in a mortal family and has suffered from it since childhood. Discrimination of the whole village.

The difference between cloud and mud.

Even if he wanted to help the other party, he did so easily, but he didn’t understand how much this would bring to the other party-it almost changed his life and dragged him out of the quagmire.

Soon after the group of children ran away, the commoner boy had already cut the firewood and bundled it neatly and set it aside. Carrying a machete, walked towards the hut.

When passing by Lin Zhizhi and pushing the door open, he squeezed the machete tightly, the back of his hand violently violently, and said lowly: “Go fast.” Then he entered the wooden house.

Lin Zhizhi glanced at the sun outside, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the room with him. After entering, he slowly came to the table, picked up the steamed bun, divided it in half, and handed the other half to the boy.

The boy was wiping the machete with a piece of black linen. He raised his head and glanced at Lin Zhi. He continued the movement in his hand, his tone blunt: “I’m not hungry. You can leave after eating.”

As if desperately trying to push people out.

Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person with a hot face and a cold buttocks. In fact, it is usually someone else rushing to please him. But this time, instead of being upset by the boy’s attitude, he was a little concerned.

He retracted his hand holding half of the steamed bun, looked around, and found that the only chair in the house had been moved outside the house-if he moved back again, the wound in his abdomen would definitely open again. He just leaned on the table and played with the steamed buns in his hands for a while, then raised his head and asked, “Do you want to become stronger?”

These words made the boy wipe the knife abruptly stopped. He tensed his body suddenly, the tip of the knife cut the dripping sweat beads, and looked sharply at Lin Zhizhi, as if he was judging something true or false in his words.

The black-haired boy happened to be looking at him too, his black and white pupils did not have the disgust and contempt that other villagers looked at him, nor did they have feelings of sympathy and pity.

He seemed to be simply asking questions like “Is this food delicious?” and then waiting for his answer.

——As long as there is a little sympathy in his eyes, he will not respond to this sentence.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through the boy’s mind.

Want to become stronger?

——How could I not want to?

He wants to dream! He wants to control the sky one day, stand high, stand taller, and then step under the feet of those who once looked down on him! Step on the mud! Let them cry for mercy, tremble at his feet, and live in fear of regret!

The young man put his fingertips on the sharp tip of the knife, and a drop of blood came out. He put it to his lips, licked it off, and said in a low voice, “Yes.”

As he raised his eyes to answer, hostility surged in his eyes.

Lin Zhizhi looked at him quietly for a while, turned his head, tore a piece of bun and put it in his mouth: “If you are willing to learn, I can teach you, as a reward for saving me.”

He looks good when he eats. The movements are elegant, with red lips and white teeth, completely incompatible with the buns in his hands. It always makes people feel that such a person should inhale and drink dew instead of eating fireworks.

“…Don’t you already know… those things? You want to teach me?” The boy didn’t quite believe what this man said.

——He listened to the words of those children before. Those words are equivalent to tearing open his wounds and spreading blood in front of others.

But he has no other way, he is used to forbearance.

There is no strength, so I can only bear it.

If he retorts, it will only get even worse.

After years of tolerance, the desire for strength is buried.

So he didn’t believe in Lin Zhizhi. He always felt that he would not be so lucky. Someone would teach him not to discriminate against him after he knew his life.

“Those things? If you don’t believe them, they are purely bluffing words.” Lin Zhizhi stopped eating the steamed buns, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, propped up the table with one hand, and leaned down to look directly into the young boy’s stubborn eyes, “As long as you With strength, all problems will be solved.”

Whether it is the cultivation world or the secular world, strength is the top priority!

Why did the Lin Family stand up for hundreds of years? Why did Sword Sect Luo Xian be a behemoth in Zhonglu for thousands of years, and others dare not provoke him? That’s all because of strength! The tyrannical strength of the disciples of the elders is the basis for a power to thrive!

“Ya Xuan, my name.” The young man had proud eyes, and when he met Lin Zhizhi, there was no sense of weakness at all.

“Lin Zhizhi.”

Ya Xuan took the other party’s name in mind.

This is the first person to release kindness to him.

He put down the knife in his hand. Reminiscing about the identity of the other party’s cultivator, he hesitated and said, “I…may I worship you as a teacher?”

Lin Zhizhi was taken aback when he asked, and quickly waved his hand: “I’m just teaching you some of the most basic, far less than the level of a master or apprentice.”

The accepting disciples in the cultivation world are extremely cautious, and once they accept it, it is almost a lifelong responsibility, just like the respected master treats him himself. And it’s not sure if this kid has spiritual roots, if not, Lin Zhizhi can only teach some basic sword moves. The unique techniques of those sects and the Lin family cannot be taught to outsiders.

Ya Xuan nodded slowly, and the emotions surging in his heart didn’t know whether it was disappointment or happiness.

“You go and work on you first, I think about how to teach you.” Lin Zhizhi ate the last piece of steamed buns and squeezed out the words to Yaxuan with some difficulty.

The boy is tall. In such an embarrassing living environment, it was half a head taller than Lin Zhizhi. Hearing what the other party said, he stood up, pinned the machete to his waist, went out in bundles and moved the firewood into the house.

Lin Zhi looked at him busy while thinking in his heart.

Although he has lost his spiritual power, as a swordsman, his understanding and proficiency in kendo are still there, and he is more than enough to teach a mortal who can’t martial arts. As for the exercises, although there is no ready-made one, and he can’t give it out for his own practice, but he has been considered as an extensive book since he was a child, and some common exercises have been engraved in his mind. It’s not difficult to recite a strong copy, just how to determine the spiritual root——

Generally, a special test tool is needed, and there is no such thing around him.

The witty young master of the Lin family clapped his hands, stopped Yaxuan, and then motioned to the other party to close the door. He organized the language in his heart and said, “I’m not sure if you have spiritual roots. First teach you the level of “Ze Yuan Jue”. This is the most common practice in the cultivation world. Modify other exercises. If you can detect the first level of spiritual energy, you have spiritual roots. Then I will teach you the next few levels of exercises. You write it down, the spirit of the universe, from the outside to the inside…”

The light in the wooden house dimmed suddenly, and the dust was flying in the air. There was no way to compare it with the formal teaching place. But Langya listened very carefully and didn’t blink. He memorized every word and expression of the other party in his heart. Following the words of the young man, I closed my eyes and began to realize the aura of heaven and earth.

Seeing that Yaxuan had entered the state, Lin Zhizhi stopped after learning the first level of law.

He rarely said so much in one breath. Except that he was still lively in Lin’s family, after the appearance of the favorability system and the physique of a dog that day, Lin Zhizhi became more cherished. Now that he lost the support of his spiritual power, he was hurt again, making him suddenly feel a little physically overdrawn.

A cultivator loses his spiritual power, just like anyone who has a serious illness in his life, no matter what he does, he has a sense of weakness from his heart. Lin Zhizhi looked at Yaxuan for a long time, walked to the only bed and lay down.

With long hair scattered, black hair and snowy skin, he was like a flower that was about to wither, and the beauty of the sickness was amazing.

This time was very quiet, and it was the first time Yaxuan spent an afternoon in such a peaceful manner.

No abuse, no slander, and no hunting.

Ya Xuan was busy feeling aura, Lin Zhizhi was also busy feeling aura, they accompanied each other.

——The result is also very gloomy, both of them answered no.

When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again and calmly faced the fact that he still couldn’t gather spiritual power, it was already night. The hand he used to touch his abdomen has been transferred to his stomach.

The monk during the foundation-building period had already bigu. In the past, he ate only because of the taste of food. Now he wants to eat…because of hunger.

Mommy ate a steamed bun all day long. Is this a human officer? !

Lin Zhizhi straightened his upper body unbearably, and interrupted Ya Xuan, who was still trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth: “Ya Xuan, do you still have food here?”

Ya Xuan opened her eyes, annoyed between her brows. This annoyance was not directed at Lin Zhizhi, but at himself-he did not feel the so-called “reiki”.

Is he really just a mortal? ! You can’t cross the world like your father in your life? Can you only roll in this rolling red dust and earthly mud?

He is not willing to stop here.

“I still have some steamed buns here.” He stopped meditating, and was about to get up to get Lin Zhizhi the steamed buns.

“…You don’t have some other food? For example… roast chicken?”

As soon as he said this, Ya Xuan didn’t respond, and Lin Zhizhi himself fell silent abruptly.

Feng Qin… even he was lucky enough to survive. With the strength of Elder Xuanying, he can definitely return the egg to the sect safely, right?

Lin Zhizhi sighed, his desire to restore his strength was even stronger, he really wanted to go back to the sect to see what the situation is now.

Yaxuan paused for a moment, pursing his lips: “Yes.”

He walked to a corner where the rabbits and pheasants who had returned from the mountain yesterday were tied up, originally intended to be sold in the market. With sharp hands and feet, the boy took the hatchet on his waist and cut off the head of the ground pheasant mercilessly to remove the hair. Bring the roast chicken brought by the dog to the fire, squat down and light the fire to roast the chicken.

His movements are very skillful. Since his parents died, he has been alone in this wooden house to take care of himself for decades. When many people were acting spoiled in their parents’ arms, Yaxuan had already learned how to make a fire and cook.

Within half an hour, he took a fragrant roast chicken and handed it to Lin Zhizhi on the bed.

Lin Zhizhi took it, tore off half of it and handed it back, but Ya Xuan shook his head and rejected it: “I won’t eat.”

After speaking, the young man sat down again and planned to follow the law to realize spiritual energy.

——You don’t eat? Are you a fairy? Even his real immortal (?) has to eat!

Lin Zhizhi is still very responsible. Now that he has decided to teach this boy, he must be taught well, and he won’t be considered to have fallen to his reputation by then-he left half of the chicken for Ya Xuan, took a bite of his own, and wanted to be cold. Educate the other party about the importance of eating on time: “Don’t continue, get up.”

As a result, because the chicken tasted a little good, and he was really hungry in his belly, he couldn’t keep the image of cold noodles, and he couldn’t hold back the bite before stopping.

Ya Xuan was a little confused and opened his eyes to look at him.

“…You eat this, I will teach you swordsmanship.” Lin Zhizhi forcibly stuffed the boy half of the chicken, ate the rest of him, and consciously walked to the bucket to scoop a spoon and wash his paws. .

Ya Xuan stood behind him, holding the half chicken, feeling a little at a loss.

——No one cared about him so much.

The boy’s gaze stopped on half of the roast chicken, and after a long silence he reached out and tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. His movements are very slow, as if he is savoring something to enjoy.

“Where is there a more spacious place here that will not be disturbed?” Lin Zhizhi washed his hands and asked Yaxuan.

“There are some behind the mountain, people in the village generally don’t go there.”

Lin Zhizhi said with satisfaction: “Then we will go there when you finish eating, you will lead the way.”

Ya Xuan eats quickly, and she doesn’t look like she is eating roast chicken at all. It is likened to being forced to take poison. After eating the roast chicken with a blank face, the boy picked up the machete on the table: “Let’s go.”

It was already dark when I went out.

Looking from a distance, every household in the village lit up by candlelight. A shirtless man was outside in the breeze, his face suddenly changed when he saw Yaxuan: “Why are you wild species here?! Dare to come out?”

As if he hadn’t heard it, Ya Xuan was still cold and arrogant, and quickly led Lin Zhizhi around the village, leaving the curse far behind him.

Lin Zhiyi was able to keep up at first, but later became unable to do so because of his injuries. Although Ya Xuan walked ahead, the corner of his eyes kept watching him. Seeing that the black-haired boy’s face changed slightly and he pressed his abdomen with his hand, he calmly slowed down so that the other party could follow.

This usually takes only ten minutes to walk for Yaxuan. Today he walked twice as long.

The clearing behind the mountain is very empty, with a lot of low weeds, which cannot be turned into a field. And because the scenery is not good, people in the village don’t like to come here.

But Yaxuan came often because this was the only place he could come out, and no one was around him calling him bastard.

He will come here to practice knives.

No one taught him. He didn’t know any moves. He just practiced weights stubbornly and practiced hunting knives when hunting in the mountains.

“Just here.” Lin Zhizhi pointed to a place in front of the root of a big tree and called to stop Yaxuan. Young Master Lin family sat down leaning on the root of the tree and asked, “Do you know swords?”

He doesn’t know how to use swords, nor has he been exposed to swordsmanship, so he can’t afford swords.

Because his father is a swordsman, Ya Xuan actually loves swords more.

Ya Xuan stroked the machete on his waist with his fingertips, and wanted to ask Lin Zhizhi if he could use the sword technique, but he always felt that this was a bit too direct. He used what he thought was euphemistic: “Can I learn the sword technique?” ”

Lin Zhizhi: “…”

This is an insult! Chi Guoguo’s insult! In front of a sword repairman, asked if he could learn the sword technique! He can finally understand how the ancient immortal felt when he said that sword cultivation was better in front of the ancient immortal refining medicine! Feng Shui turns around, and the ancients sincerely don’t deceive me.

Since ancient times, swords and swords are not at the same time! ╭(╯^╰)╮

“What’s so good about a knife? You hear those stories, you are all walking with swords, where are you walking with swords? It’s heavy and rough, and it’s easy to be used by others when opened and closed.” The boy didn’t even care about the faintly painful wound, and straightened up, he took a knife in mad blackness.

Yaxuan: “…”

He didn’t really argue with Lin Zhizhi about the quality of knives and swords, just let go of the machete, and put it aside as a concession.

Lin Zhizhi succumbed to himself, looked at the opponent’s dark eyes, reached out his hand to pluck a branch from the tree behind, folded it to the right length, and began to explain: “Kendo is about going with the heart, taking offense as defense… …”

Speaking of swords, he said more.

After talking about the basic understanding, Lin Zhizhi got up, used the branch as a sword, volleyed with a backhand, and demonstrated the first three formulas of “Basic Sword Art” for Ya Xuan.

Jian Xiu is overbearing in a vein, and is the main killer.

Master Dao Zun is one of the best, and Lin Zhizhi happens to be his only apprentice.

He holds the sword, which is different from the empty-handed appearance.

Lin Zhizhi’s appearance at the moment was originally described as haggard and weak, and his bloodless lips were even more distressing. However, after holding the sword, the black-haired young man’s eyes suddenly changed, becoming fierce and inviolable. The branch in his hand, like a magic weapon, caused the whistling wind while waving. His figure is elegant, like a dragon in the clouds, and his coarse linen clothes are like layers of wide-sleeved robe.

There are only three tricks.

“Remember?” Lin Zhizhi stopped and stood still, throwing the branch to Yaxuan and asked.

Ya Xuan nodded, and then followed Lin Zhizhi’s movements just now, and imitated them like a gourd.

His appearance is not ugly, his face is handsome. Because he was out hunting all the year round, he was tall, even slightly taller than Lin Zhizhi. It’s just that there is always a hostile spirit between his eyebrows, he doesn’t want to communicate with anyone, and refuses to be thousands of miles away.

Lin Zhizhi was deeply immersed in Jian’s veins, and at a glance he could tell that although the opponent was working hard, he had no talent for Jian. He opened his mouth and said: “You are really not suitable for sword practice.”

Ya Xuan stopped, and the bangs on his forehead slid down along the forehead, covering most of his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. It’s just that under the force of his hand holding the branch, he actually broke it.

“I just said that you are not suitable for swords, so don’t be so nervous. Maybe you should learn swords-but I don’t know how to swords, and I don’t like such heavy weapons.” Lin Zhizhi returned to the tree roots and sat down, slowly. I folded a branch and turned it around at my fingertips, “You now have two choices, one is to follow me to practice sword, and the other is to go back immediately and continue to try to gather aura.”

Ya Xuan raised his head and said loudly, “I choose the first one.”

——Having finally had such an opportunity to try to get rid of this fate, if he just gives up, how can he be willing?

“I guess so…” Lin Zhizhi muttered to himself, smashing the branch in his hand and hitting the young man’s head well, with a smile in his words, “Go ahead, if you have forgotten those three tricks, I won’t do it again.”

Ya Xuan will not forget, his memory is always very good.

In the past few times of imitating, Yaxuan always had a lot of things wrong, and Lin Zhiyi corrected them one by one and started all over again.

Ya Xuan is very patient. If you can’t do it once, then come several times.

He once lurked in the mountains for a week to catch a wild boar. What he lacks most is patience and patience.

In the following days, he seized every minute and every second of his time to practice exercises-so diligent that he was shocked by the once cultivating crazy devil forest, and only slept for two hours every night, from day to night. But I don’t know if his aptitude is too bad, or other problems, he still hasn’t learned the cultivation method, and he can’t feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Only “Basic Sword Art”, under his three tricks practice day and night, is already very proficient. In Lin Zhizhi’s words, he is still “visible and godless” and “practising swordsmanship is as clumsy as swordsmanship”-but after all, it is a cultivation sword technique, even if there is no aura trend, it is better than many mortal martial arts.

The most typical is reflected in Yaxuan’s hunting. In the past, he was dominated by some pheasants and rabbits, and occasionally he used some beasts to make a living. Now he can easily beat a wild boar.

When he watched Ya Xuan use that small machete to use his basic swordsmanship to fight wild boars indecently, Lin Zhizhi actually refused.

Because the eyes are so hot.

——Abandoning Lin Jianxiu’s prejudice, from an objective perspective, Ya Xuan is far from that bad.

He is indeed not light and agile, and he has not played the advantage of the sword. He was more like a wolf, lurking in the dark, and only after the wild boar showed its real fangs did he use the second style of the sword art, a fatal blow, and cut off the pig’s head.

Lin Zhizhi shook his head for digestion after cooking, and slowly walked down the mountain, Yaxuan carried the wild boar (…) to follow behind, when he planned to sell it at the market, so that he could buy a sword for himself .

He doesn’t like swords, but he needs it.

The two walked into the village one after another.

There are still people insulting Ya Xuan, but it is much better than when he first started. After the little fat man’s publicity, the people in the village soon learned that a good-looking foreigner had come to Yaxuan’s house. He ate and lived with him and rarely went out.

The little fat man highlighted one important point, that is, Lin Zhizhi is really good-looking, and he didn’t take the initiative to be with the “wild species”.

These villagers were ignorant and in control, and subconsciously transferred all responsibilities to Yaxuan.

——He must have tricked Lin Zhizhi into the village. He has been living together now, and he still doesn’t know when he will disappear, which is really a pity.

It was because they looked at Lin Zhizhi with regret, not with the disgust that Ya Xuan was.

The two of them just walked into the room. Lin Zhizhi, who was in the front, stopped suddenly, turned his head and opened the door to look into the distance: “Something is coming.”

“What?” Ya Xuan frowned and looked in the same direction, but found nothing.

“There is a…low-level spirit beast running towards here, very fast, let’s leave here first.”

Although Lin Zhizhi lost his spiritual power, he has not recovered yet, but his sensitivity to spiritual power is still there. He motioned to Yaxuan to drop the wild boar and walked out of the room with him. But before he could leave the village, the spirit beast was already very close.

As the spirit beast approached, the whole village felt the ground under its feet shaking.

“What’s the matter?” The villagers ran out talking, looking at the source of the vibration.

It was a low-level spirit beast that looked like an elephant with black downy and had leopard-like pupils.

Lin Zhizhi had never seen such a spirit beast in Zhonglu—he now even more doubted whether he had reached another continent?

“Roar–”

The spirit beast roared to the sky, slapped the small fence at the entrance of the village with a slap, and approached the village step by step.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only one exit can leave people, but the door is blocked by spirit beasts and turtles are caught in the urn.

“What kind of monster is this?!” Now the villagers didn’t care about Yaxuan’s affairs, and they backed back in amazement, looking at the monster in front of them, crying and screaming.

Ya Xuan turned around to Lin Zhizhi: “You stay here.”

Then the boy did not retreat but moved forward, and took that step in the villagers pushing back.