The boundary between dawn and night seems to be only a moment.
The tiny white light on the eastern horizon surged in like a tide, occupying most of the sky. The other half was a light blue night sky, the starlight faded, leaving only a translucent moon shadow.
What a beautiful morning breeze and waning moon.
Unfortunately, the wind was a biting northerly wind, bringing with it a strong smell of blood; the moon was a cold moon, and wherever it shone there was only a mess of rocks.
Zhong Shan's consciousness was a little blurred and he felt dizzy due to excessive blood loss.
The collapse of the dilemma was out of control, he was seriously injured and trapped in the gaps between the collapsed boulders.
There are strands of skylight streaming down through the cracks, like the cold light of a sword, or like raindrops and wind.
He stood at the dividing line between life and death, as if he saw his predecessor holding the Wind and Rain Sword millions of years ago.
Same place, similar situation.
I was thinking vaguely that it turned out that in the entire sword technique, Storm Besiege was not the strongest sword because this sword did not pursue strength.
Not seeking to be the strongest, not seeking to be the fastest. The opening move, "Warm rain and clear wind breaking the frost," is joy. The following two moves, "The wind is dangerous and the sick bones are urged, and the rain is swallowing the sorrowful intestines," are bitter cold. The closing move, "No need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzle," is relief.
Life is full of different situations, just different situations, there is no difference between strong and weak.
He seemed to understand something.
As the old saying goes, if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. Moreover, he had fought hard and got what he wanted. He had no regrets at this time, and it was easy to get tired.
But Zhongshan didn't want to die. Because he had just learned the Wind and Rain Sword and hadn't practiced it thoroughly yet. Because there were still many people waiting for him in Qinglu Mountain. Because his master's grave hadn't been swept yet.
Concern sometimes makes people vulnerable, and sometimes makes people strong.
He still concentrated his spirit and supported himself. His wounds had long been numb and his body temperature was gradually cooling down. The process of fighting death was so long and painful.
The fragmented light became brighter and brighter, and he didn't know when a chaotic voice was heard outside. It was hard to hear clearly, as if it was his illusion.
"Wait a minute, we found another one here, he seems to be alive, wearing a Qinglu Taoist robe."
"Four of you, come and move the stones. Be careful. Hurry up. The military doctor behind you will follow..."
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Yin Biyue's consciousness was in chaos, as if he was struggling to float in an icy ocean, exhausted and desperate.
The broken images appeared and disappeared repeatedly in his mind like bubbles, fleeting glimpses.
The shark oil lamps in the Cangya dungeon overlapped with the dim lights in the academy's library. The chirping of cicadas in the hot summer in Yecheng mixed with the chanting of scriptures echoing in Xingshan Temple.
The morning mist in the forest was penetrated by the light, and Luo Mingchuan stood in the bright light and smiled at him.
"I am pleased with you, far more than you can imagine."
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind, and a long sword pierced through the white mist and went straight into the heart, causing blood to flow.
Yin Biyue shouted hoarsely, "Senior Brother!"
The light dimmed in an instant, and the forest was replaced by an empty hall. The candlelight was bright, and a man who looked 70% like Luo Mingchuan was holding his pulse, and his cold breath sprayed on his neck, "Your senior brother died a long time ago. You killed him with a sword through his heart, accurately and steadily. I admire you."
That's not the case. How could it be like this?
They have survived many difficulties in the past, so why have they come this far?
Difficulty breathing and splitting headache.
When Yin Biyue felt that he had reached his limit, every inch of his bones and meridians were broken, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up, a warm current flowed into his body. From the pulse gate on his right hand, it flowed through every spiritual vein, as gentle as spring rain, and it continued to flow, making him feel like he was soaking in warm water, and gradually relaxed.
He had no concept of time and he didn't know how long it had been before he opened his eyes.
What caught my eye was a relief with mottled gold lacquer, vaguely resembling a flourish of flowers, with overlapping layers of shark silk hanging from the corners. The high bed beneath me was spacious and comfortable with soft pillows.
Yin Biyue turned his eyes and saw the person sitting beside the bed. He was wearing a neat Cangya Taoist robe, a straight jade crown, and his eyebrows were gentle, just like when he first met him.
She was holding his hand, passing the true essence to him through the meridians. Her amber pupils were like a gentle lake, embracing everything.
At this moment, he suddenly felt like crying.
"Brother..." Yin Biyue murmured, "Is this true? Is this a dream? Are you really okay... I can't believe it. Come here and let me hold you."
My body was clean and refreshed, I had changed into new clothes, and my wounds didn't hurt anymore. I just felt tired and had no strength.
Luo Mingchuan smiled, slowly helped the man up, held him in his arms, and whispered, "It's not a dream, I'm fine. We are all fine."
Yin Biyue raised her eyes and looked at him carefully, not wanting to miss a single detail. From the peak of his eyebrows to the ends of his eyes, from the bridge of his nose to his lips, everything he saw was real.
The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became, and he rushed forward in a rush.
“Hmm…”
Luo Mingchuan was caught off guard and had his mouth bitten.
Before he could respond, Yin Biyue had already left his arms and explained as if he had done something terrible, "Brother, I really feel insecure right now. I didn't mean to take advantage of you!"
Luo Mingchuan suppressed his smile and nodded seriously, "Yes, I know."
Yin Biyue, who had taken advantage, felt that he had regained full health and could fight for another 500 years. His mind became much clearer, "Where are we? How long have I slept? What happened later? Linyuan Sword..."
He has countless questions.
"Don't worry, listen to me first." Luo Mingchuan interrupted him soothingly, "You slept for three days. Your body is overloaded and your spirit veins and sea of consciousness are damaged. Fortunately, we have practiced dual cultivation before, and our bodies are compatible, so I can use my energy to repair it for you. There is nothing serious at the moment, you need to rest, and it is best not to use the sword for half a month."
It has been three days. After such a long time, Yin Bi was getting more and more frightened. How is his senior brother’s serious injury? The situation in the world must be turned upside down. What is the situation in Cangya Mountain and other places?
But in Luo Mingchuan's opinion, no matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as his junior brother's health. After he carefully explained "don't use sword energy" and "slow down the circulation of true energy", and got Yin Biyue's assurance, he talked about other things.
"We killed Rong Zhuo at the bottom of the Meteorite Abyss, and the blood contract of 100,000 demon cultivators became invalid, and they all suffered some backlash. In addition, the army of the Northern Continent arrived at many towns in the Southern Continent and the Central Continent, and the demon cultivator army became scattered again. Those with high cultivation bases acted independently and crossed the sea to return to the Eastern Continent one after another. Your fifth junior brother's Qingyi Luan remembered our auras and flew here yesterday to deliver a message. The overall situation was initially decided. Your senior brother Jun Yu turned defeat into victory at the last moment and killed Yu Shi at the cliff of Xihua Peak. Because in 'Spring Mountain Smile', there is a sword intent left by the Sword Saint..."
Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief, "So now we..."
"You are injured and cannot move. This is an abandoned palace on the snowy plain. It is protected by a formation and is dust-free. I will place you here. Now the spiritual veins of the snowy peaks are unstable, and the evil spirit of the Meteorite Abyss is overflowing. There are not many people on the entire snowy plain."
Yin Biyue's heart moved, "Which palace?"
"Changyuan Palace." Luo Mingchuan seemed not to notice the change in his expression and added, "I have mastered all the forbidden formations here. Junior brother, just rest assured and recuperate."
Yin Biyue suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and when he heard that Luo Mingchuan hadn't mentioned himself yet, he said anxiously, "Brother, the Linyuan Sword was out of my control that day, and you must have been seriously injured."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "It didn't hurt the heart meridian, just a flesh wound. Divine weapons have spirits and always have some temper." After that, he took out the Linyuan Sword and said, "The sword returns to its original owner, but Junior Brother, you must do what you said and take good care of your injuries. Don't use it recently."
Yin Biyue took the sword, feeling mixed emotions. The sword meant a lot to the sword cultivator, like a part of the body.
Since he came here, the one who had accompanied him the most, besides his senior brother, was this sword, originally called Yihu and later Linyuan. From not accepting his true essence, to communicating with him, fighting his way out of danger several times; to Yunxingyuan betraying his master and stabbing the person most important to him.
Success is due to the Linyuan Sword, and failure is also due to the Linyuan Sword.
Yin Biyue put the sword aside and looked at Luo Mingchuan steadily, "Brother, do you remember the illusion we saw in the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple?"
That so-called projection of future destiny.
"What kind of magic weapon has spirit? If it wants to hurt my brother, I would rather destroy it with my own hands. If I want to hurt my brother, I would rather not use the sword again."
Luo Mingchuan's eyes darkened as he stared at him. After a while, he smiled softly, "What nonsense. You are a swordsman and the master of Linyuan."
Yin Biyue avoided answering, "Brother, does your wound still hurt? Let me take a look..." He raised his hand and touched the chest of the person next to him, but was immediately held back. He couldn't help but explain again, "I'm really worried, not trying to take advantage of you."
Luo Mingchuan didn't let go, still looking at him, and said seriously, "Junior brother, I have something to do now, you stay here and wait for me to come back. I have sent a message back to Cangya, and your fellow disciples will come to pick you up in two days. If I am not back by then, you will go with them. In the future, you should temper your mind and practice diligently..."
Yin Biyue was already stunned when he heard this.
He suddenly interrupted with a sharp voice, "It's not over at all, is it? What are you going to do, brother? Seal the abyss? Just like Master did..." As he was about to get up and get out of bed, "Okay! I'll go with you!"
Luo Mingchuan was not in a hurry. His voice was gentle, but his actions were firm. He held the man in his arms without saying anything. "Junior brother, have you forgotten what you promised me just now?"
He whispered, "Bind."
A piece of shark gauze tent broke with a sound.
Yin Biyue only felt his wrist tighten, the shark silk was soft against his skin, but he lost his strength inexplicably, and couldn't break free. Senior Brother mastered all the restrictions of Changyuan Palace, and it was easy to trap him.
Panic struck my heart, and I felt cold and started to curse without thinking.
“Luo Mingchuan! How dare you! We came together to leave together, those who don’t leave together are dogs!” Yin Biyue struggled hard, “We are a legal couple, a legal husband and wife! Even if we have to die, we should die together! Just try and abandon me!”
Luo Mingchuan placed him on the bed and easily resolved his struggles. "The spell will become ineffective after two days."
"You dare to leave! I won't let you go! Ugh..."
Yin Biyue suddenly lost his voice, and the words he hadn't finished were stuck at his lips.
Because Luo Mingchuan kissed him.
Unlike his superficial kiss, which only touched the corner of her mouth, this was a real kiss.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, the kiss made his heart surge, he could hardly breathe, and he stared blankly at the person who was so close to him.
Luo Mingchuan didn't close his eyes either, his amber pupils were filled with his shadow.
Yin Biyue seemed to be falling into the clouds.
Then the gentleness began to become fierce and aggressive, lips and teeth touching, plundering wantonly. Yin Biyue endured it passively, unable to say no, and could only utter vague whimpers.
After a long time, until the corners of his eyes turned red, Luo Mingchuan let him go.
Yin Biyue was lying on the bed, his wrists tied. His clothes were torn apart as he struggled, and he was panting heavily. He looked up at his senior brother, but he was very tough when he spoke, "Do you think I will compromise just because you used a beauty trap? Impossible! If it were me who was going to take the risk alone, what would you think?"
Luo Mingchuan looked at him like this and felt deeply that he had outstanding self-control and that his years of practicing gentlemanly virtues had not been in vain.
Feeling the remaining soul imprisoned in his body stirring, he took one last look at his junior brother, turned around and left without any more attachment.
Yin Biyue's vision suddenly became blurred.
Until the tall and slender figure in a white Taoist robe passed through the heavy gauze curtains and walked out of the dark palace, and was no longer seen.
He closed his eyes. All around him was silence.
The Linyuan Sword accompanied him silently.
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