From the moment that hand touched Yin Bandi's skin, it began to exert force without stopping, with an attitude of not allowing him to break free, until he pulled Yin Bandi out of the deathly aura.
Yin Bansi's eyes shifted from pure worry for the girl to surprise, as if waking from a dream, and finally, a hint of a destined smile. The face of the owner holding his hand was very familiar, a face still full of youth, and the golden lightning reflected on his handsome face was even more dazzling than when he first met Mr. Gongyi.
The inner demon dissipated, and the thunderclouds in the sky slowly faded away.
Luo Jiujiang and Yin Bansi fell to the ground from the air. Luo Jiujiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sighed in a helpless yet cautious voice: "Old Yin..."
Yin Bansi just smiled and didn't say anything.
He was much more terrifying when he smiled than when he didn't. The girl's tears had just stopped for a moment, but when she saw his smile, she started crying again.
Yin Bansi: "..."
"I transformed it, I transformed it," Luo Jiujiang admitted immediately. He jumped up from the ground and, with a snap of his fingers, transformed the little girl, who was half-dead in Yin's arms, back into his own Snow Clearing Blade. Everything in the Heart Demon Tribulation was more strenuous than in a dream. He was so anxious that he broke into a sweat, but he couldn't conjure anything with his bare hands, so he had to use real objects as a basis for his transformation.
Yin Bansi held the Chengxue thoughtfully, not in a hurry to return it to Luo Jiujiang. He looked at the knife, then at Luo Jiujiang, and finally let out a long breath. The breath was particularly long, as if he had not only emptied his lungs, but also emptied out years of old memories and self-doubt, leaving behind an empty shell, just the right size to hold something else.
He patted the silver sand scabbard gently, as if the knife was still a dark, thin, and crying little girl: "I am a disciple of the academy." He muttered to himself.
One of the academy disciples had already died peacefully, but when he saw the innocent girl, he subconsciously lifted her up high.
There might indeed be a stubborn layer of dark color on his bones that was difficult to remove, but if someone was willing to scrape off a layer of his bones, perhaps they would be able to see the pure white color hidden within.
"Old Yin, of course you're a disciple of the academy," Luo Jiujiang asserted. "The Master of Yunshen Peak is a master of medicine, and his silver needle skills are miraculous. When you danced with me once on Cui Wei, all the disciples of Yao Peak rushed to scold me - if that doesn't count as a disciple of the academy, then what else is?"
Yin Bansi smiled silently.
"It's a pity that Bigan didn't meet you at the beginning." Yin Bansi habitually used a mocking tone, but there was warmth in his voice.
"My inner demon finally fell on you." Yin Bandi handed the knife back to Luo Jiujiang, and when his palm felt light, he slapped Luo Jiujiang on the shoulder with his backhand.
He wasn't a volcano accumulating ideas for years, waiting for a sudden eruption, nor was he a skilled orator. If he had just poured out his words, they would have been half-truths. Now, he only revealed a few words, letting them go in his heart. Only then did he truly see the light of day.
Luo Jiujiang was first patted on the shoulder by Yin Bansi, and then, as if filled with intense emotion and not knowing where to vent, the hand patted his chest again. This action was so intimate that it was not Yin Bansi at all. Luo Jiujiang was stunned for a moment and stammered, "Yin, Brother Yin?"
Having just watched a battle where Yin was half dead, the other party was still a fragile and breakable object in his mind. The other party had changed so much that he was a little scared and didn't dare to call him Lao Yin anymore.
Yin Bansi looked up at him, his expression surprisingly lazier than Luo Jiujiang had ever seen. The Master of Yunshen Peak finally stopped looking like a drawn bow, a snake poised to strike. He relaxed completely, and his voice lost some of its ghostly edge.
“Jiujiang, you are a miracle.”
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Yunshen Peak got its name from its towering height into the clouds. The upper half of the mountain is always surrounded by clouds and fog, and it is so humid that it is difficult to see people more than seven meters away. However, it is a good place to grow Ganoderma lucidum.
However, a recent downpour, accompanied by constant lightning and thunder, lasted for three days, finally clearing the clouds from the mountaintop. Many disciples gathered around Yunshen Peak after school to see the wonder. Even after the clouds and mist cleared, Yunshen Peak remained a towering and beautiful place.
The students of the academy saw the rainbow in the sky and the Ganoderma lucidum between the peaks.
The author has something to say: *1 Quoted from Pinghu Music: Water chestnut pickers’ voices across the autumn mist (Yuan Dynasty) by Wang Yun
Last time, Luo Jiujiang forced the game without getting all the character backgrounds, and the game progress was only 50%.
So sometimes when he was with Yin Bansi, the atmosphere was a little awkward. He needed to talk more to warm up the atmosphere when he was with Yin Bansi.
However, the friendship strategy is now 100%. The achievement of Life and Death Friendship has been achieved.
Lord Yin Feng once again verified the first truth of this article: for Jiujiang, all the targets of strategy only matter whether he wants to or not, not whether he can or not.
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