Irin still had a lot of questions to ask.
As he asked, Irin got addicted to asking.
In the Pivot, the little coconut and the little white flower were almost cold.
But for Irin, it was not a big problem.
Wasn't this a fact that he already knew?
Perhaps Bat was tired, lazy, or did not like it anymore. After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew to the tree, curling up. His two claws grabbed the poor, underdeveloped "charming coconut" and closed his eyes to rest.
Irin was helpless. He thought that it would not be long before he entered the mental space, so he returned outside.
At this point, Irin had finally unlocked a new way to play with the mental state. He could come and go as he pleased.
In the blink of an eye, he was back in the wooden hut.
Outside the hut, birds were chirping. Rays of dazzling light penetrated through the gaps of the wooden hut, casting a mottled halo on Irin's face.
It was dawn.
He did not expect that a night had passed.
He spent a lot of time chatting with Grimm the whole night.
The things that Yi Lin wanted to do were all delayed.
But it did not matter. Since he could enter the Pivot at any time, he might as well wait for the next night.
So Irin quickly got up from the simple bed, washed up, and picked a few wild fruits that were native to Mount Circumference to quench his thirst.
When Irin followed the path to the villa at the top of Mount Circumference, the flower boy sat down on time and began his daily lesson.
What he taught today was the key points of every type of formation.
The other six new inner disciples were already listening eagerly, thirsting for knowledge.
Irin quietly activated [Shadow Stalking] and sat in a corner.
As the flower boy spoke, he suddenly noticed that there was another person. The smile on his face froze, but he quickly recovered.
'When did this person come?'
A thought flashed through the flower boy's mind.
Although Irin was late, it could not be helped. It did not mean that he was not good at learning.
He carefully memorized every word the flower boy said and secretly digested it, verifying it with his own knowledge.
He had the foundation of magic, crystal pattern, and Sovereign Style spells. He learned quickly and could even deduce many things from one example.
What Irin found most interesting about formation was the way it was set up.
Spirit Qi was the most important source of energy for array formations. However, there were many sources for the supply of spirit qi. Other than the most serious spirit stones, magic weapons rich in spiritual aura, or other flowers and trees could form a formation. It was very magical.
To put it bluntly, this kind of "asymmetry" also contained a "rule" within it. It was just that this rule was more obscure and not easy to learn.
After class, it was dusk again.
As a registered disciple, Irin was not qualified to ask questions. When other people came forward to ask, Irin quietly left and did not have much interaction with the flower boy and the others.
"Ren Qingshan stays in his room every day. It's not easy to barge into his villa."
Irin often observed the villa. Although he didn't release his perception, he knew that Ren Qingshan was in the house and rarely went out.
He couldn't just barge in rashly, lest he alert the enemy.
Irin came to the shore of Circumference Mountain before nightfall.
This was the place to look for red-crowned cranes. It was equivalent to a pier or a bus stop.
One after another, red-crowned cranes danced in the sky. Their postures were graceful, and they were exceptionally agile.
"It's quite troublesome to not be an external disciple."
Irin watched from the pier for a long time. Just as he was thinking about which red-crowned crane to ride today, he happened to see one of the red-crowned cranes. It was sneakily flying out of the mountain with its wings tucked in.
"You're the one."
Irin whistled. From afar, he stretched out his invisible "Big Finger Technique" and poked the red-crowned crane's butt. The red-crowned crane was so frightened that it spasmed all over and almost crashed.
When the red-crowned crane swayed and arrived in front of Irin with a sad face, Irin finally understood why this red-crowned crane's movements were so wretched.
It was really fate. This seemed to be the pitiful crane that Irin had ridden.
"You don't want me to use force, right?"
Irin squinted his eyes and smiled gently as he stroked the red-crowned crane's feathers.
The red-crowned crane hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"Taming demon beasts seems to be quite easy."
Irin rode the red-crowned crane and took off.
This time, he came to Smoky Ink Mountain.
After tasting the sweetness of using Ren Qingshan's power to intimidate others, Irin did not bother to talk nonsense and went up the mountain directly. However, he was stopped at the gate by a disciple of Smoky Ink Mountain.
"How dare a mere in-name disciple trespass on Smoky Ink Mountain!"
The inner disciple guarding the gate was furious when he saw the two in-name disciple waist tags on Irin's waist.
However, at the same time, he was puzzled.
Two … in-name disciple waist tags?
How could there be two?
"Greetings, Senior Brother. I'm in a bit of a hurry. Please forgive me if I'm reckless." Irin felt that there was no need to show off in front of an ordinary disciple. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I'm Lin Yi, a joint in-name disciple of Preaching Garden and Circumference Mountain. I'm here to see Elder Calligraphy and Painting under the orders of the two elders."
Irin felt that his smile was quite friendly. However, the inner disciple guarding the gate felt that his smile was full of provocation for some reason. He made a hand seal and was ready to use force. He said coldly, "Hmph, where did this in-name disciple come from? Didn't your elders teach you to abide by the sect rules? Elder Calligraphy and Painting is not someone a mere in-name disciple like you can see. What do you think Smoky Ink Mountain is? "
When Yi Lin heard this, he was not angry. His expression was calm as he took out the nameless token that Chen Bei had given him. He said loudly, "Chen Bei's friend, Lin Yi, requests an audience with the Calligraphy and Painting Elder."
"You —"
The gatekeeper's face darkened when he saw that Irin dared to make a ruckus during Elder Calligraphy and Painting's rest time. If he could not stop this guy, wouldn't it be his fault if Elder Calligraphy and Painting decided to make a fuss?
He suddenly took out a thick brush from his waist and pointed it at Irin's chest. The tip of the brush was not touched by ink, but it was already covered in black spots.
"Liang Cai, stop."
A lazy voice came from inside the house.
The door opened silently. A graceful woman stepped on a seven-colored stream of light and floated in.
Upon closer inspection, the seven-colored stream of light under the woman's feet was more like a seven-colored ink than a stream of light. As the woman walked, the seven-colored ink under her feet changed its posture. Sometimes it was like a flower, sometimes it was like a star. The special effect was very good.
The woman's face was covered by a half-mask. The pattern on the mask was a gorgeous dragon and phoenix embroidery. As the woman approached, the dragon and phoenix on the mask seemed to come alive. The eyes of the dragon and phoenix shone brightly, as if they were staring at Irin through the mask.
While the other party was sizing up Irin, Irin was also sizing up Elder Calligraphy and Painting.
According to the information he had received from Jian Nanchun in advance.
Elder Calligraphy and Painting, Shi Huayan, was unknown. Her gender was unknown. Her age was top secret and her appearance was unknown. She was gentle and liked to sleep. She stayed at home all year round and stood aloof from worldly affairs. She was one of the most peaceful elders in the sect. She was currently single and did not have a Dao companion.
Although Irin did not know why Jian Nanchun knew so much about Elder Calligraphy and Painting, he did not bother to ask since he already had the information.
After Shi Huayan asked the gatekeeper to leave, she seemed to be sizing up Irin's face for a moment. Then, she extended her hand to Irin.
Her skin was very white, her fingers were slender, and her nails were shiny. She gave people a feeling that she was too weak to stand up to a gust of wind and was as gentle as water.
This was a woman who had walked out of a painting.
Irin secretly assessed the other party's temperament.
Shi Huayan was wearing a dragon and phoenix embroidered mask and her expression could not be seen clearly. However, from her gentle voice, there was no joy or sadness. It was as if she had just woken up and was sleep-talking every word.
"Let me see … your token."
"Okay."
Irin handed the Wordless Token to Shi Huayan.
Shi Huayan held the Wordless Token in her hand and rubbed it with her fingers for a moment.
Irin was already quite familiar with this token. There should have been words on it, but the side with the words had been rubbed off, leaving only a rough scratch. There was nothing to look at.
"From today onwards, Lin Yi, you are an in-name disciple of Painting and Painting Mountain. Every evening, you can come here to listen. On the thirteenth of every month, I will personally teach you. Don't forget. "
Shi Huayan returned the Wordless Token to Irin. There was a hint of a smile in her voice.
A waist token of an in-name disciple with a number engraved on it floated into Irin's hand along with the Wordless Token.
At this point..,
Irin hung a total of three waist tokens of an in-name disciple on his waist.
The three waist tokens were strung on his belt and collided with each other, making muffled sounds.
Irin began to have a headache.
If this continued, his waist … No, his belt, he was afraid that it would not fit!
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