The morning light started to rise from the eastern sky, and the golden light covering the Cangya Mountains gradually dimmed. The mountain protection formation began to close.
The sword energy that had descended from the clouds and spread across the vast expanse of land quickly dissipated. The terrifying pressure was gone, and the wind blowing between heaven and earth became a little more relaxed.
Lin Yuangui was holding a sword with blood on it, and his sleeves were fluttering in the wind.
He looked up at the sky with a confused look on his face.
Three feet away from him, Yan Xing was lying on the ground, with a shallow pool of blood under him. He was also looking at the sky, coughing with laughter, his mouth full of blood foam, "I'm so happy for you! Now that the elder of the sect is dead, the trust is naturally invalid. You can live the life you want."
Lin Yuangui did not answer.
No one expected that the battle between Yu Shi and Jun Yu would end so early. It was so early that it was still dark, Yu Zhanmei's body was still warm, Duan Chongxuan hadn't arrived yet, and Yan Xing was still alive.
Even if some people are no longer around, they still play a decisive role in the direction of the world's destiny, such as Wei Jingfeng.
Even Jun Yu himself didn't know that Chun Shan's smile contained the sword intention of a sword saint. This incredibly powerful sword would automatically activate when his life was in danger.
The battle in the sky was a matter of life and death, so who could go to Cangya Mountain to fight? Similarly, no one could kill anyone in front of the mountain gate.
Lin Yuangui understood this truth. But according to his principle, he had to do what he promised, and he had to repay the master for his upbringing. It had nothing to do with whether Yu Shi was alive or not. Since he was here tonight, winning or losing would mean death.
Yan Xing wanted him to live, because the other party had the opportunity to kill him more than once, but did not do so. This shows that Lin Yuangui is hesitant about the two questions of "What should we do with the inheritance of the Shuoyue Sword?" and "What should we do with the disciples of your master's lineage?"
If Shan Fan hesitated or was confused for a moment, he would draw his sword slowly.
Yan Xing used his knife to support himself and slowly sat up, grimacing in pain.
"You are not being ungrateful by coming down the mountain now, but respecting life. Your master worked hard to raise you so that you can realize the great truth. He would be very unhappy if you died because of something like this."
Lin Yuangui asked, "How do you know?"
How can you be sure of my master's thoughts? If my master really wants me to die for the sect?
"All masters in the world are the same. My master drank with me in Chunxiu Tower before he went to Meteorite Abyss. He specifically told me that no matter what happened, even if the sky fell, I must not die. I said I would try my best."
In fact, the Sword Master also told Yan Xing not to do another thing, but Yan Xing didn't mention it at this time.
Seeing that Lin Yuangui didn't say anything, he continued, "It's really wonderful to be alive. There are so many wonderful things in this world. Don't you miss them?"
"for example?"
“For example, when you break through a bottleneck in your practice, the feeling of sudden enlightenment is wonderful; when you fight with others, as long as it’s fun, it’s fine whether you win or lose; the world is so big, and there are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, and the girls in the flower alleys have intoxicatingly beautiful smiles, and most importantly…” Yan Xing paused, untied the small wine jar from his waist and threw it over.
Lin Yuangui raised his hand to catch it.
I thought to myself, even though the other party was badly injured, this small jar with rough glaze was not broken. Could it be some kind of magic weapon?
Yan Xing supported himself with the knife and stood up unsteadily. "The most important thing is! Drinking and singing, what is life? Try it if you don't believe me!"
His body seemed to be swaying in the morning breeze, but he inexplicably felt like he was standing tall and majestic.
Lin Yuangui frowned and looked at the wine jar.
A sword-do genius who is as famous as Jun Yu and the leader of the Seven Sons of Baopu, has he ever drunk alcohol since he was born?
Yan Xing said angrily, "You beat me like a dog, will you die if you taste it?!"
Lin Yuangui raised his head and took a sip. The wine was too strong and he choked and coughed repeatedly.
Yan Xing laughed out loud.
******
Yin Bi was getting more and more tired from struggling, so he lay on his back to calm his breathing, his eyes fixed on the beams and reliefs on the roof of the hall.
The architectural style of the Age of Saints was grand and majestic, but the details were meticulously crafted. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the patterns of the flowers and flowers were in line with the avenue, like some kind of formation.
If he was in his prime, with a magic weapon in hand, he would have tried his best, but now that his injuries had not healed and he was trapped by his senior brother's Binding Technique, it was impossible for him to break the formation. In other words, even if he could barely gather his true essence, the water dripping on the stone would wear away the jade, and there were still formations waiting for him in the Changyuan Palace.
My senior brother is really determined not to let me go out.
Wait. Arrays... Runes...
symbol.
"You can refuse it, but I can't refuse it. This talisman can be used to contact me, and it can only be used once..."
Yes, he still has a talisman. In a flash of inspiration, the figure of Senior Cheng, the after-sales agent of the aura, appeared in his mind.
Yin Bi, who was almost desperate, became more and more excited. He originally thought that he would not be able to use the talisman paper because he did not want to trouble others. He never expected that this day would come. Fortunately, he carried it with him using the "Universe in the Sleeve".
The available true energy was not enough, so the most he could do was to bring the talisman paper close to his sleeve, which made it difficult to take out the object. He had no choice but to bend his right wrist upwards as much as possible to touch the sleeve of his left hand, and then move on the bed to relay the task. Finally, he took out a piece of thin paper in an extremely twisted posture.
Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief and crushed it with all his strength. Then he concentrated his mind and felt the changes in the atmosphere in the hall.
Two breaths later, a breeze suddenly blew the shark-shaped curtains at the farthest point. The wind came from nowhere, and the curtains in the entire hall fluttered like thousands of snow waves hitting the shore.
The wind was whistling, and the soft shark veil became tangled, as if it was fighting against an invisible force.
This time there was no morning fog in the mountains, so Yin Bi could see more clearly.
The light in front of him was subtly twisting and turning, as if the space was cut, and a translucent outline appeared in that space, gradually changing from virtual to real, and finally it was the white clothes and wooden sword he had seen before, with an expression that was neither happy nor sad.
The zigzag light and the torn space returned to normal.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he realized that if a cultivator could come and go freely in the three thousand worlds, he should have no regrets after reaching this level.
He apologized, "It's an emergency, so I have to trouble you, Senior."
Who would have thought that the immortal-like Senior Cheng would turn away as soon as he saw him, and said helplessly without any immortal spirit, "We are conscientious after-sales service. You are dying and you ask me to save your life. You can't beat the boss and ask me to block a knife. That's fine. But what are you calling me for at this time?"
Yin Biyue asked blankly, "When?"
He didn't know that his eyes were flushed and his lips were slightly swollen because of Luo Mingchuan's kiss. Also, because of the difficulty in taking the talisman, his clothes were open and his breathing was unstable. In addition, his hands were tied, and he obviously looked like he had been severely bullied.
Cheng Xiaobai thought, young people nowadays are so creative.
Tsk, he just doesn't understand the fun of bondage.
Yin Biyue didn't know what he had misunderstood, but he had a feeling that something was wrong, and he said anxiously, "Senior, I am trapped here by my senior brother and can't get out. My senior brother went to seal the Meteorite Abyss alone, and I'm afraid something has happened to him. Please help me get out of here!"
It turned out that neither of them wanted the other to take risks. Cheng Xiaobai would never admit that he was overthinking just now.
He turned back as if nothing had happened and waved his hand, "It's the second time we meet. My name is Cheng Xiaobai, don't call me senior."
He stepped forward to untie Yin Biyue's rope, "This is a bit troublesome, it's not an ordinary 'binding technique'. It took me a lot of effort to get here just now. I originally thought it was a space barrier, but when I got here I realized it was your senior brother's power... He was fine the last time I saw him, what happened this time?"
Yin Biyue was stunned and said, "Senior Brother's cultivation is improving rapidly..."
Cheng Xiaobai interrupted him, "Impossible, no matter how hard you try, you can't cheat this hard. Where's your sword? Let me see it."
Yin Biyue motioned for him to take it himself.
Cheng Xiaobai weighed the Linyuan Sword and frowned, "The remaining soul in the sword is gone. It wasn't long since I last saw it. Excluding the possibility of it dissipating on its own, there is only one result left..."
"The remaining soul is already in my brother's body."
Yin Biyue continued slowly. Unexpectedly, he was very calm and sober.
"Brother is not alright, he is just temporarily suppressed and has not merged with the residual soul."
No wonder he didn’t want to see the wound. It was probably because the sword really pierced his heart and there were traces left.
Cheng Xiaobai drew out Linyuan and chopped it down cleanly, and the shark silk broke with a sound.
"boom--"
At the same time, the candles on the lampstands in the hall went out, the heavy gauze curtains exploded into powder, and the entire hall shook violently.
The wooden sword behind Cheng Xiaobai flew forward and with a clang it pierced into the embossed pattern on the ceiling of the hall.
The riot in Changyuan Palace was suppressed and silence returned.
Yin Biyue moved his wrist and saluted, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng."
Although the other party did not allow him to call him senior, out of respect, he was unwilling to call him by his name.
Cheng Xiaobai felt that although this man was a little dull, he had a good character, so he couldn't help but say one more thing, "I think your brother was able to suppress the remnant soul before because you were seriously injured, and he had a strong will to hold on until you were safe. Now that he has gone to the Meteorite Abyss, he may not be able to control himself under the influence of the demonic aura. Do you still want to go?"
Yin Biyue had already taken his sword and was ready to leave.
"Of course I will go. Senior Brother knows his situation best, and I can guess what he is planning. If he can suppress it, he will come back. If anything goes wrong, he will seal himself in the abyss."
"He has merged with the remnant soul and will have Mo Changyuan's cultivation and memories. If you go there, you won't be able to control him and you will most likely die."
Yin Biyue said, "I have no other choice. I have to try to live or die. Since it is the only choice, it is the best choice."
Cheng Xiaobai thought, forget it, it's a rare opportunity for me to get involved in other people's business, so I'll just let it go.
"There may be other ways. You have an extraordinary destiny, corresponding to the stars of this world. If you awaken the memories of your past life, your cultivation and understanding of the great Dao will be very different. There is a 50% chance that you can control your brother, and then we can slowly work it out." He looked into Yin Biyue's eyes and asked solemnly, "This method is dangerous, are you willing to give it a try?"
Memories of the previous life? Yin Biyue was in a trance for a moment, and the familiar feeling on the snowy field flashed through her mind. At this moment, she did not feel any shock or doubt.
Then he lifted his skirt and saluted, "Mr. Cheng, I believe in you. Please help me give it a try."
Cheng Xiaobai supported him and shook his head gently, "It's useless to trust me. I'm an outsider. You have to believe in yourself and your senior brother. Just like you have done countless times before."
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