Liu Qishuang came from the northern land, with many twists and turns along the way, traveling day and night, with the dust of three thousand miles gone in his sleeves.

She came to Zhonglu and prepared to take a short rest before heading to Cangya Mountain. She remembered that Yan Xing had sent a message a while ago saying that he would be back, so she weighed four taels of Liuxia wine at Fenglai Tower near Lanyuan Academy and took it away in a jar.

It was already late when I went out, and I was about to find an inn to stay for the night, but I found that someone was following me.

She walked towards the secluded path, winding and twisting, but that gaze was always there, following her like a shadow.

The opponent is very strong.

It was a hundred times more powerful than every open or covert assassination he encountered when sending Duan Chongxuan back to Beilu.

The intuition of danger was magnified to the extreme. But Liu Qishuang's expression remained unchanged.

She had walked a long way and arrived at a long-abandoned alley, which was overgrown with weeds and deserted.

The more secluded the place, the more you can sense the other person's presence.

Liu Qishuang doesn't use a sword or a knife. She practices a set of boxing techniques.

There are no varied sword moves, only violent true energy and fist power.

Be straightforward. Use strength to overcome strength.

She flew onto the roof and punched out. The wind from her fist tore through the air and there seemed to be thunder exploding in all directions.

But ordinary people cannot hear this thunder because it will fall into the sea of ​​consciousness of the practitioner.

Without reservation or hesitation, she used her strongest means at the first move, because she knew that the gap between the strong and the weak was like heaven and earth, and only in this way could there be a glimmer of hope.

But the punch missed.

Her heart sank as she thought the worst was happening.

Before he could make another move, a white shadow floated down in front of him.

The Sword Master laughed heartily, "Qishhuang, you have improved a lot..."

Speaking of going to Zhonglu, Yin Biyue first thought of his master wanting to meet the dean.

But the first person they saw was not the master, but the second senior sister.

Just like meeting Yan Xing in Chunxiu Tower, he couldn’t tell whether it was a coincidence or his master did it on purpose.

“Master?!”

It was the first time that Yin Biyue saw her senior sister with eyes wide open and a surprised expression.

I discovered that the second senior sister, who always had a calm face and a sharp aura, could actually be as cute as a girl.

The young girl Liu Qishuang laughed, "Master, Fourth Junior Brother, why are you here? I thought..."

The Sword Master continued, "You thought that Lao Wu's troubles were not over yet!"

Liu Qishuang said seriously, "I sent Fifth Junior Brother back. The situation in Beilu is a little tense. Fortunately, nothing has changed."

Wei Jingfeng sighed, "Family matters are the hardest to explain clearly." He comforted his only female disciple, "As long as his father Duan Sheng'an is fine, he will be fine. Don't worry too much. This time he has to rely on himself."

Beilu is the Duan family's empire, and any change in the situation is a family matter. Even the Sword Saint cannot interfere.

Unless Duan Chongxuan said in person, "I quit and will return to Cangya to practice Taoism, and from now on, the imperial power and hegemony will have nothing to do with me."

But some responsibilities are innate, and some glory to be protected is engraved in the bone marrow and flesh, and it is never a matter of just a few words.

Yin Biyue heard from the senior brother at Cangya Mountain that the second senior sister went to Fukong Sea to send Hualao off. At that time, he thought that with the second senior sister and Qingyi Luan, the trip should be safe, but he never thought that there were dangers everywhere. But what the master said was right, this time it all depends on Hualao himself.

"It's no use standing here chatting. Let's go." The Sword Master jumped down from the roof and walked towards the street. "Let's find a comfortable place to sleep."

Yin Biyue and Liu Qishuang followed behind him. They no longer thought there was anything wrong with the saint sleeping.

The Sword Master passed by four inns but did not enter any of them.

As the night deepened, fewer people walked on the street and some shops began to close. Wei Jingfeng stopped on the empty street and looked around blankly.

Without a satisfactory place to sleep, he was like a child who didn't get the candy man.

Finally they stopped in front of a small gate.

This was deep in the alley, with withered yellow weeds growing half a person tall. The red paint on the door was mottled, and the door was only wide enough for one person to pass through. It was obviously someone's back door.

The sword master stood in front of the door, raised his hand and then dropped it again.

It was the first time that Yin Biyue saw his master hesitate.

There is no formation on this door, you can go in with just a gentle push.

Even if there is, how can it stop the saint?

Finally he turned around and said to Yin Biyue,

"There are many questions that I have never answered for you. If you have any questions, go in and ask them yourself."

Yin Biyue was surprised, "This is..."

"yes."

Who would have thought that the academy actually had a backdoor? And the Sword Master was so familiar with the path.

Yin Biyue knew what was behind this door. It was very likely that the dean had seen or predicted their arrival and was waiting for him in the courtyard.

"Master, aren't you going with us?"

The Sword Master led Liu Qishuang out of the alley, "I haven't seen your senior sister for a long time. Let's find a place to chat..." He paused for a moment, thinking that this was too dishonest, as if he was looking for an excuse to cover up something, so he continued, "Last time Li Tugen plotted against me, I also hurt him. Neither of us felt that we were wrong... He must not want to see me."

He lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence, and Yin Biyue didn't hear it clearly because all his attention was on——

Li Tugen!!

Lee! Soil! Roots!!!

The dean is actually called Li Tugen. Hahahaha. No wonder no one mentions his name. Everyone calls him sir.

Finally, I will know whether this secret will be silenced.

Master, I am so scared. QAQ

He wanted to pull his master in with him, but when he looked back, there was no trace of his second senior sister and his master.

The door in front of him opened with a creaky sound.

Yin Biyue bowed to the empty door as a greeting to the host here.

The leaves outside the yard are withered, but the locust trees in the yard still block out the sun, as if it is midsummer.

But the autumn wind is still blowing and the chill is still there.

Enter through the small door, pass through the dense locust trees, walk through the winding corridors, and you will see people sitting in the courtyard.

The headmaster, Mr. Li Tugen, was reading a book, accompanied by the flickering green candlelight and the clear and bright moonlight.

His array plate was destroyed, his teacup was broken, and he was familiar with the tens of millions of volumes of classics in the library of the academy.

Fortunately, there are still books in this world that he has not read. So he is not at a loss for things to do.

He put down the book and smiled at the visitor. "I'm sorry for not having good tea to serve you. Come, sit down."

Yin Biyue stepped forward and sat down. "I dare not. It would be a bother to visit you at night. It's rude."

The gentleman waved his hand, smiling as casually as ever, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

The stone table and the locust tree had not changed. But Yin Biyue discovered that the master seemed to have aged a lot.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper, and there were spots of white hair on his temples, which were very conspicuous under the moonlight.

What could cause a sub-saint's life to be consumed so quickly?

He remembered that his master said that the master had plotted against him. So the master must have paid a heavy price.

The gentleman smiled and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Yin Biyue wanted to ask many questions. Why did he go south when he was watching the stars here last time? Did he calculate the matter of Xingshan Temple in the south? How much did he participate in that matter? How could he be sure that Brother Luo must be the reincarnation of the Demon Lord? Was he asked to kill Brother Luo because he was also special? What big thing was the master doing?

He intuitively felt that the dean knew all these things.

It was just that the gentleman's attitude was so frank that he didn't know where to start.

The gentleman stood up and said, "Don't worry, take your time to think about it. Do you really not know what you want to ask me?"

He walked in front of Yin Biyue and looked into his eyes.

She raised her hand and patted his shoulder gently.

"boom--"

Yin Biyue's consciousness was shocked.

The library at night, the Zhengyi Hall under the setting sun, the Sibian Hall in the dim morning light, the woods for sword practice, the terrace for distant views...

Countless scenes flashed before his eyes, like a passing glance.

When he first came to see the teacher, he fell into a strange state, which allowed him to experience the three years of his original body's experience in the academy. He broke through the mystery and finally found a way to use the sword.

Only the memory of graduation night remains vague.

He had a hunch that those things were important, but he couldn't remember them.

Until now, I finally see it clearly.

His classmates were drinking and singing in the lotus terrace and waterside pavilion until dawn, while he was invited by the dean to watch the stars. The wind blew the locust leaves and the stars were shining.

"What did you see?"

"Star."

"Look more carefully."

The gentleman patted him on the shoulder.

His gaze went deeper and farther, and the universe in his eyes was infinitely closer. Close enough to see the icy blue frost on the surface of one star and the black flames gushing out of another.

Even though the Milky Way was vast, only these two stars were the brightest. He knew that this was what the dean wanted him to see.

"I do not understand."

The gentleman poured a cup of tea, and a faint light fell into the teacup.

"Two stars appear in the world, dragons and snakes fight, life and death are the same, only one can survive."

So he did not go to Beilu to be an official, but instead went to Cangya Mountain with Luo Mingchuan.

Hence, there were the painstakingly planned killing arrays and ambushes in the Zixiao Secret Realm, and the dialogues in the Cangya Dungeon.

Yin Biyue saw all the causes and consequences clearly that night, and felt a chill all over his body.

"You two are each other's nemesis. In my opinion, if there is anyone in this world who can kill him, it must be you. Otherwise, even if his body dies, his stars will not perish, his spirit will not disperse, and he will be reincarnated with the help of the Nine Heavenly Rotations."

The dean paused, "But your master doesn't think so. He wants you to give it a try. Fight against the heavens, break the situation and change your fate."

Yin Biyue said, "I won't kill my brother. No matter what the reason is."

His voice was soft, but firm.

The dean laughed, "I know. I initially thought this road was a dead end, but after meeting you, I realized that maybe Wei Jingfeng was right. Let's give it a try."

Yin Biyue suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.

No matter whether it was Xingshan Temple or Baopu Sect, the academy or the Jiekong Temple, even if the whole world did not believe it, the master would still stand by him and never change.

Before he even met the Master, the Master had already begun trying to believe him.

This kind of trust is somewhat blind and therefore extremely precious and rare.

"It's good that you understand. I am right."

The boy's voice floated in the night wind.

This sentence was said to the dean. The sword master jumped down from the eaves of the distant library and landed in the courtyard.

The gentleman shook his head. “It’s rude to listen to other people talking, and you’re not using the back door.”

“Master…”

Yin Biyue opened his mouth. He really wanted to say something at this moment, thanking the master for his trust and thanking him for meeting the master.

But the Sword Master just waved his hand and said, "Let's go tomorrow. I'll take a nap first."

He walked through the hanging flower gate and pushed open the door of a wing room with familiarity.

***************

On Cangya Mountain, cockcrows.

The bronze bell struck seven times, and hundreds of disciples rushed over and gathered in front of the Qinghe Hall.

The head of the sect, Zheng Yangzi, and Cangya's first disciple, Luo Mingchuan, stood on the stone steps, looking at the sea of ​​people surging below the steps, and the familiar faces, heavy and resolute or still green and immature.

There has been unrest in Beilu recently.

Disciples stationed at the border reported that some demon cultivators had crossed the Floating Sea. There were at least three or four hundred of them, a number that had not been seen in ten thousand years. Remote villages at the border had already suffered, and the weaker families were not strong enough to fight against the demon cultivators. Many refugees rushed to Cangya Mountain and Baopu Sect with their families, seeking shelter from the big sects.

Most of Cangya's disciples had already heard about it, and they gathered in response to the bell, waiting for the sect's order to go down the mountain to eliminate the demon.

Luo Mingchuan's voice spread far and wide.

"We, the disciples of Cangya, seek the great path with sincerity and righteousness. We have established our sect for thousands of years, and our original intention has not changed. The demonic cultivators in this world are rampant and causing trouble. How can we just sit back and watch and do nothing?"

The disciples of Cangya were excited, raised their swords and shouted, "No——"

Luo Mingchuan said, "Okay! All disciples above the Concentrated Spirit Realm will follow me down the mountain!"

The sea of ​​swords and the shouts merged into one, "Go down the mountain to slay the demons—"

Zheng Yangzi felt that his apprentice had really grown up and was capable of standing on his own, which made him very pleased.

But he sighed softly, "Be careful in everything."

In an instant, it was drowned in the sea of ​​shouts.

Luo Mingchuan heard it and bowed politely.

"Don't worry, Master."