Yin Bi was more certain that she was delighted. Facing her senior brother's gentle and tolerant gaze, her inner joy was real.
He smiled, almost relieved.
In a flash, I remembered the scene of meeting my senior brother at the seaside after seeing my master off. I couldn't help but rush over and hug him. The scene in my memory is still vivid, but the mood at that time is blurred.
So the current situation is still not right.
What a hassle.
Luo Mingchuan said nothing, but just stepped forward and held his junior brother's hand.
Yin Bi squeezed back with more force, and suddenly the biting cold wind that was blowing in his face faded away, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
He did all this subconsciously, then he remembered that with his and his senior brother's cultivation level, a mere north wind was nothing to be afraid of.
I also felt a little relieved because my master had told me that when I lead people to ride on the clouds in the future, I must remember to block the wind.
I still remember what my master said, so there is still hope.
While exploring the great path, emotions are gradually stripped away. But how to open the sword tomb to find the master? How to fight against the unpredictable fate?
I hope the omniscient dean can find a solution.
The turbulent sea flew past their feet. From time to time, huge sea beasts jumped out of the sea. Only fleeting black shadows could be seen above the clouds.
Higher up in the sky, sunlight shines through the thick clouds, and the light and shadows change as the wind blows and the clouds roll. The weather is magnificent and different from time to time.
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Yunyang City had gone through a tough battle to defend the city, and was in great pain. The aftermath of the war was still in ruins, but the Beilu garrison had set up camp in the wilderness outside the city, which finally made people feel at ease. A teacher was leading more than a dozen students, hanging on the towering city wall with the light body technique, repairing the damaged runes on the black bricks. There were still many people standing under the city wall, waiting to take over from them.
When Yunyang City was renovated and expanded, the director personally drew the plan, and several major families in the Central Continent provided funding. At the beginning, they chose to carve runes on each brick, rather than setting up a prohibition that could be triggered on the entire city wall. This was indeed a more complicated process. The one who carves the runes needs to have a cultivation level of at least the Concentrated Spirit Realm, a strong spiritual awareness, and a study of runes.
Therefore, the progress of the new city wall construction was extremely slow, but even though people were confused and impatient about the decision made by the Sub-Sage, no one dared to say anything.
During the war, the runes on the brick walls formed a formation, which could defend against enemy attacks to an incredible degree. Now that things have calmed down, the teachers recalled the past events many years ago and could not help but have many speculations and sighs. Could it be that the teacher had predicted that Yunyang City would suffer this disaster? Was there bound to be such a war in the world?
The students under the city wall waited for their turn, and those who knew each other started talking. However, with the battlefield in such a mess, there was no chance for them to talk about anything fun and relaxing.
"I was on the city wall that night, and the demon cultivators seemed to be suddenly defeated... They were already in a state of decline before the Northern Army arrived."
"Now that I think about it, it's really strange."
There were many different opinions, and suddenly someone in the crowd spoke up, "...It is said that their fighting power is related to the Meteorite Abyss, and that a big shot from Cangya Mountain went to the East Continent and sealed the abyss." He subconsciously lowered his voice when he said this, but many people still heard it.
There was a sound of inhaling for a while.
"Who can seal the abyss..." He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Could it be..."
Could it be that the saint has returned?
"Really? What's going on?"
If the Sword Saint really came back, he could attack a city and destroy a country by himself, and no demon cultivator would be to be feared.
The student lowered his head and said, "I only heard one thing. Who knows so much about the affairs of important people?"
The topic was deliberately avoided.
"The demon army suffered a heavy loss this time, and there are only a few top warriors left. I don't think they will cross the sea for another expedition... We are still stronger at the moment."
The loss of their homes and property, the cruelty of war, and the serious injuries or deaths of their companions all made them feel tired of war.
Someone shook his head, still not optimistic, "Among the six sub-saints, only Master Wuwang is able to fight. The master's Buddhist teachings are profound, but..."
Although the war and turmoil had broken the impression of the sub-sage as an omnipotent god in people's minds, ordinary people still did not dare to talk about it. There was no need to say more, everyone understood what he meant. Buddhists are not good at fighting.
It would be nice if some great person could become a saint.
Not only in the Yunyang City Academy, but also in the Lianjian Sect, in Ye City in Nanlu, and everywhere, there are people who think this way.
Yin Biyue and the other person passed by the students who were chatting, passed by the restrictions at the city gate, and walked into the city. No one noticed them.
It was almost dusk.
The city still had tall buildings and bright lights. But it was not the brothels and singing stages, golden palace lanterns and red lanterns of the peaceful years. Instead, it was torches lit in front of each household, and some of the buildings had light circles of formations.
As we walked along, every household had locked their doors, and the only people on the street were hurried practitioners.
Only the school remained unchanged. The lights in the library could be seen from afar.
Yin Biyue couldn't count how many times he had come here. He remembered that when he first met the dean, he was still very nervous, as if he was walking on thin ice.
When I walked to the familiar alley, someone came out to greet me. It was not a little kid in red or a student in green robes, but a young monk wearing the monk's robe of Jiekong Temple. He put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and said, "My master and the teacher are playing chess in the courtyard. I will take the two donors over."
Luo Mingchuan thanked him for his help and gave a soothing smile to the people around him.
Yin Biyue knew that his senior brother wanted to reassure her.
The only person who can play chess with the abbot in Jiekong Temple is Master Wuwang. He is a Buddhist practitioner who is proficient in medical theory. With him in the academy, the abbot should be fine. If he is busy, how can he have the mind to play chess?
He had mixed feelings towards the headmaster. Although the headmaster had participated in the plot and they almost died in Xingshan Temple, he had saved him and helped him several times and paid a lot, so he had already regarded him as a respected elder.
It was still that inconspicuous little door, which led directly to the yard full of locust trees when opened.
The cold wind is blowing, and the once lush tall wooden flower stands are now reduced to dead branches and leaves.
Two people sat opposite each other in front of a stone table in the courtyard, with a chessboard illuminated by a shark oil lamp. It was a slightly desolate scene, but inexplicably there was a sense of freedom and ease.
The dean was wearing a black crane cloak and holding a hand warmer in his arms. He had just strangled the opponent's dragon and was collecting chess pieces into the chess basket with great interest. When he saw them, he smiled and said, "See, I told you it would work."
Wuwang said "Amitabha" which was considered as his tacit agreement.
The monk who led the way stepped back, and Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan stepped forward to greet him, still as disciples.
Yin Biyue said, "Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment at the seaside."
The other party used the unique Buddhist skill of Lion's Roar to help him break through the confusion, which must have consumed a lot of his own energy.
Wuwang shook his head. "With your understanding, you will surely be enlightened. It's just a matter of time. You don't have to thank me."
The dean said, "Come, sit down and talk."
The stone table is not big, and it is just the right size for four rattan chairs tonight.
Yin Biyue was slightly startled after sitting down, and suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the gentleman in disbelief.
When one reaches a certain state, one can control and release the aura freely, without revealing a single drop of water, and return to the original state. Therefore, when a swordsman walks in the market, he is just like a young man. When the dean drinks tea and reads a book, he is just like a rich and idle person.
But it was different now. When he got closer, Yin Biyue realized that the sub-sage pressure that was faintly covering the academy came only from Master Wuwang.
At this moment, Yin Biyue didn't know how to start.
The master's cultivation is gone.
The gentleman who could glimpse the secrets of heaven by observing the stars and comprehend the supreme magic of space and who could change the weather thousands of miles away by throwing cups and throwing bowls, turned himself into an ordinary person.
The person concerned didn't care at all, "It's just a little cultivation. I also ate a part of the green flowing light that I told you about before. I still have a long life, so the worst that can happen is that I have to start practicing from the beginning."
Those who eat the leaves and flowers of Bi Liuguang will have their spiritual veins and bones purified and their appearance unchanged. Those who eat the roots and stems will have their consciousness condensed and their lifespan prolonged.
The dean and the sword master once treated it as an ordinary spiritual herb when they were young and shared one plant.
Yin Biyue felt empty inside, and those complicated emotions passed away quickly, leaving only a calm heart lake.
It was indeed more serious, so much so that even something like this could only touch him for a moment.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Please take care of yourself, sir. If you need anything, my junior brother and I are willing to serve you."
The gentleman waved his hand, "It's useless... Don't talk about me, how are you guys?"
Yin Biyue still couldn't answer this question.
Fortunately, Luo Mingchuan spoke up and told the story.
"Junior brother has communicated with the heavens, the earth and the stars, and awakened his memories of his past life. His cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his understanding of the Great Dao is gradually approaching that of his past life, and his personal feelings are gradually being shed. In my sea of consciousness, there is still a remnant soul, which is the Demon Lord who left in the Changyuan Sword before his reincarnation. If I sit back and observe myself and fight him, we will be evenly matched, and it will hurt both myself and others."
After hearing the truth, Yin Biyue suddenly felt that he and his senior brother were really miserable.
It has always been the case that poor couples have many sorrows, so why is it that the True Immortal and the Demon Lord also have troubles?
Right now, they were sitting here, just like sitting in a clinic. They were just waiting for the director to say, "This disease is very expensive to treat, takes a long time, and is very painful for the patient and family members. You see..." Then they immediately rushed over to shake hands, "Treat him! I'll treat him even if I have to sell everything I have! Doctor, save my wife!"
After listening to this, the gentleman turned to the person next to him and asked, "My eyesight is not as good as it used to be. What do you think?"
Master Wuwang remained calm and said, "Master Luo, that soul and you are one. You are incomplete without him. For now, the only solution is for you to recognize and accept him from the bottom of your heart. When the opportunity comes, the two can merge."
Luo Mingchuan had thought of this possibility, but he was reluctant, and the Demon Lord was also reluctant. But he still responded, "Master, may I ask where the opportunity is?"
Wuwang did not say that the secrets of heaven could not be revealed. He said directly, "My realm is limited and I cannot see it. It is up to you to find it yourself." He turned to Yin Biyue and said, "The supreme realm of forgetting emotions is to be free from all constraints and to gain great freedom. You must know that life in the world is like being in a thorn forest. If your heart does not move, you will not move rashly. If you do not move, you will not be hurt. Since you have already attained the Tao, what is there to be confused about?"
Yin Biyue said, "Master has practiced Buddhism for many years, and the worldly vanity is like passing clouds and smoke, so he has a pure heart and few desires. But I am different."
He thought for a moment, "In the past, I had a sword in my hand, and he was in my heart, and all my worries and fears were gone. How could this not be freedom? If I lose my emotions and have no interest in life, this kind of freedom would also be a kind of shackle for me."
Luo Mingchuan laughed when he heard this. Even in this situation, his junior brother still cared about him.
Wuwang thought about the phrase 'all worries are gone' and said thoughtfully, "Master Shi wants to find a new way, which is no less than sailing against the current, and there is no one in the past to learn from..."
The dean smiled and said, "It's true that there has never been anyone like this before, but it may not be impossible for someone like this to come after. It's a pity that I can't help you. Why don't you ask your second senior sister, or the Fengyu Sword of Qinglu Sword Sect?"
Yin Biyue nodded silently. The second senior sister had passed the "life and death barrier", which might be similar to his situation. He didn't know about Zhongshan's affairs for the time being, but there must be a reason why the master asked him to go.
Then he said, "There is one more thing. I want to know the location of the sword tomb."
The gentleman's expression changed slightly, as if he suddenly thought of something, and he pulled out a folded paper from his wide sleeves, "Your master left this for me. He said that if you ask me this kind of question one day and I can't answer it, I'll show it to you."
Yin Biyue took it with both hands, wondering why he couldn't answer it, only to hear the teacher say, "Go back and look at it. You don't have to ask me again."
So he put it away carefully without using his spiritual sense to explore it.
When the two said goodbye, the moon was high in the sky, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. The lights in the distant schoolhouses were gradually extinguished, and the sound of reading could be heard faintly from somewhere. It was so peaceful that it didn't seem like it had experienced troubled times.
The headmaster gathered his cloak and looked at the chessboard on the table. "I'm sleepy. We'll play tomorrow."
Wuwang said, "I have been away from the mountain for a long time. I want to go back tomorrow morning."
"Then we'll talk about it next time."
That being said, I don’t know when the next time will be hundreds of years later.
Wuwang suddenly sighed, "One is indifferent to emotions, the other is deeply obsessed, their road ahead is long and difficult."
The dean said, "They complement each other perfectly, and they are truly a perfect match."
Wuwang thought about it and felt that it made sense.
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