Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were walking in Yunyang City.
The light of the bright moon in the sky, the light of the torches and the formations on the street, all fell on them. The dead branches swayed in the cold wind, and their shadows were reflected on the white walls of the houses, which was quite bizarre.
Yin Biyue said, "I suddenly feel that with Master's talent and swordsmanship, it is not impossible for him to reach the realm of True Immortal. It's just that he knows the consequences, so he is unwilling to do so."
A person like Master comes to this world to take revenge, laugh and scold. How can he be willing to live indifferently, looking down on everything?
There seemed to be a smile in the voices of the people around me, "Some people are unwilling and discard it like a worn-out shoe, while others are eager to practice Buddhism. It's really interesting."
Yin Biyue said calmly, "You are here."
I don’t know if it’s an emotional issue, or because he had experienced the sudden changes between the Demon Lord and his senior brother twice before, but he was not surprised at all.
"You should have heard that it's hard to give up one of the two souls. The best way is to merge them. I know it's hard for you to accept..."
The Demon Lord laughed and said, "It should be even harder for him to accept. A hypocrite refuses to admit his dark side and cannot reconcile with himself, so naturally he will not accept me who has evil thoughts..."
Yin Biyue was about to say that my senior brother is not a hypocrite, but he heard the other party continue,
"Besides, he thinks you are more important than himself. It's hard for you to accept it, let alone him."
Yin Biyue shook his head, "Good and evil are not absolute, no one is born a saint or a devil, I have evil thoughts, you have good intentions, it's the same." He paused, "Give me some time, I will try to accept you."
The mansions of Yunyang City were left behind them, and the evening wind had no shelter, raging in the wilderness outside the city.
The Demon Lord disagreed, "I can't become like him, don't expect it. Don't fool me with words like 'human nature is good', self-denial, sincerity, integrity, gentlemanly way, I don't believe in those stupid things..."
Yin Biyue couldn't help but frown, "Then what do you believe in?"
The Demon Lord walked with his hands behind his back, his posture casual but with a look of contempt, and said in a calm tone,
"An absolutely powerful force, a political trick to manipulate people's hearts..." He looked at the expressions of the people around him, "So, do you still want to accept me now?"
Yin Biyue said, "I will."
It sounds sincere and touching, but it’s not enough to impress the devil.
"Since when do true immortals like to talk nonsense? They say they accept you, but they still go so far."
Yin Biyue took the initiative to close the distance between them, "I'm just not used to it..."
The Demon Lord taught him in a good-tempered manner, "This is easy. Your body must first get used to being close to me, and then your heart will let down its guard."
Yin Biyue felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but she couldn't find any fault with it. She could only remain silent.
The moonlight was like a silver thread, shining on the shadows of the two people falling on the wild grass. The shadows of the two people were so close that they almost merged into one.
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No matter where you are, this year's winter is unusually long. The first snow in the North Continent fell a month earlier than normal. The South Continent, which is usually mild and humid, also had snowflakes. After the snow season was over, the weather still did not warm up, and the glaciers on the fields did not melt, and the grass and trees did not turn green.
Until the New Year came to an end quietly, there was no sound of firecrackers in the town, and no markets or lanterns were held.
When Yin Biyue and the others returned to Cangya, a winter jasmine tree at the mountain gate was trembling and blooming. Surrounded by several young disciples with childish faces, their clear voices drifted in the mountain breeze, "Finally the flowers are blooming. I thought spring was not coming..."
"If Master hears this, he will definitely scold you. Winter turns to spring and spring comes to pass according to the laws of nature. We practitioners understand the vitality of spiritual energy and know the change of seasons. How can we say spring only when we see flowers like ordinary people do..."
"You are not right. There is a big world in the flowers. If you can see the big picture from the small details and gain some enlightenment when looking at the flowers, that would be great."
Suddenly, a young man's voice came from above, "What are you talking about..."
Several young disciples quickly dispersed and went back to repair the mountain gate.
The battle between Yan Xing and Lin Yuangui took place in front of the mountain gate. Even though there was a mountain protection formation blocking the way, the stone steps in front of the mountain were also cut by the sword energy and knife intent. The land outside the gate was in a mess.
Yin Biyue looked up, his consciousness passed through the vast clouds and mist, and he saw disciples repairing formations and replanting flowers and trees everywhere on the peaks of Cangya. From time to time, patrol teams of more than ten people passed by. In addition, the Deacon Hall was still crowded with people, and the Law Hall was still in class. Everything was the same as before the war.
Set against the backdrop of early spring scenery, it appears full of vigor and vitality, and everything looks new.
"My yard is next to the cold pond on Xihua Peak. Do you want to wait for me there first?"
The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"If the brothers and sisters knew about this, they would definitely be worried. They are already very tired... Also, the head master is old and can't stand the stimulation."
If Grandpa Zhengyangzi saw that his apprentice became a demon king after going out, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. Fortunately, at their current level, they can pass through any restrictions in Cangya Mountain without any obstruction. In addition, the mountain protection formation is damaged, so as long as the demon king deliberately restrains his breath, no one can detect it.
Yin Biyue originally thought that this person was proud and would definitely not be willing to do anything to cover up, but he didn't expect that he would agree immediately, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
After saying this, his figure moved slightly and disappeared from the spot.
Yin Biyue did not avoid people when he climbed the mountain, so when one person recognized him, many disciples saluted him one after another, and more people came after hearing the news, and the mountain road not far away was surrounded by a crowd of people. However, his temperament was too indifferent, which made people feel awe when they saw him from afar, and they did not dare to approach and disturb him. They could only communicate with their companions privately.
"Is that Brother Yin?"
"Senior Brother Yin has returned from the East Continent to fight demons!"
"Can you feel it? Senior Brother Yin has made great progress in his cultivation. Hey, why can't I see Senior Brother Luo?"
"I heard that the Meteorite Abyss in East Continent has been completely sealed..."
He had not expected this situation, but fortunately a bell rang at the main peak, and after three rings the birds were startled and returned to the forest, and everyone became alert and retreated like the tide, each returning to their positions.
He Yanyun was seen running towards her from afar, breathless with excitement, and Ruan Xiaolian was chasing after her.
The pink-dressed girl stood still and saluted in a proper manner, looking somewhat dignified. "Brother Yin, after receiving the letter, I thought it would take a long time for you to come back. Everything is fine on the mountain. Master started recuperation in seclusion yesterday..."
Zheng Yangzi was in seclusion and Luo Mingchuan was not around either. As the master's direct disciple, the coordination and scheduling of many things in Cangya fell on He Yanyun's shoulders.
Yin Biyue nodded, "Thank you for your hard work recently."
He Yanyun was a little embarrassed. "Why bother? Senior Brother Luo wrote all these down clearly before he left. I just followed them. Senior Brother Luo...didn't he come back?"
Yin Biyue said, "It's just a minor injury. I'll let him go to my place to recover first. I'll go and meet the headmaster and the brothers and sisters."
Maybe when he returns, the person in the yard will have changed from Demon Lord to Luo Mingchuan.
He Yanyun was relieved. Ruan Xiaolian smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yin has just returned. How can you ask so many questions? Let Senior Brother do his work first, and then take good care of himself."
Since the headmaster was in seclusion, Yin Biyue said goodbye to the two and went directly to Xihua Peak.
The sea of clouds was surging on the edge of the cliff. Jun Yu put away his sword and turned around, "Junior brother."
His aura was as cold as usual, and wisps of sword intent were still floating among the cliffs.
Yin Biyue walked forward, "Big Brother."
Jun Yu nodded in greeting.
There is always such a tacit understanding between fellow disciples. When they separate, they each experience life-and-death battles and great enlightenment. After meeting each other, words cannot express their concern, but a look is enough.
He took out a piece of thin paper from his sleeve, explained the reason, and presented it to his eldest brother.
"The dean said that this was written by our master before he went to the Sword Tomb, and it can answer our questions."
Jun Yu took it with both hands, and after opening it, two large characters written in a flamboyant style appeared directly in their eyes.
Yin Biyue was speechless, thinking that only the master could do this. And the eldest brother is worthy of being the eldest brother, so calm. The dean is also amazing, and he said in advance that he was not allowed to ask again.
The sword master's handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen through the paper, and it was extremely elegant, but he only wrote two words: "Don't come".
Jun Yu's expression was originally stern, and he showed no signs of emotion at this moment. He simply folded the paper again and put it into his wide sleeves. He said calmly, "Junior brother, your realm has improved greatly, very good. Is there anything wrong?"
Although the words were simple, Yin Biyue could sense the worry of the senior brother, "The cultivation is stable, but the state of mind is different... The second senior sister has passed the life and death test, and she probably has a similar experience to me. I was just thinking of asking her for advice."
"Go ahead. Junior sister hasn't even left the courtyard since she came back."
It's rare for the eldest brother to speak long sentences. It seems that the condition of the senior sister is not good.
As Yin Biyue walked along the mountain path of Xihua Peak, she occasionally smelled the scent of winter plum blossoms on her clothes, wafting a faint fragrance in the air.
He recalled the first time he went down the mountain to attend the flower picking meeting, he also took this road to say goodbye to his senior sister. His senior sister brought out a bunch of magic tools and insisted that he take them with him. The mountain road remains the same, but the season is different, and their mood is also different from yesterday.
Spring arrives late in the mountains, but the chilly wind still blows away the clouds and mist.
Liu Qishuang was writing on the desk in front of the window. When she heard a knock on the door, she said, "Come in."
There was sandalwood burning in the room, with smoke rising into the air.
The woman in a long gown is holding a pen at the desk, her body is straight and her face is as red as a lake.
She was copying a volume of Taoist scriptures, and her writing was very steady and neither fast nor slow.
Yin Bi stepped forward to take a look, and saw that the vertical, horizontal, and diagonal strokes looked like swords, spears, and halberds, and a murderous aura was overwhelming.
The whole paper is full of sharp edges.
"Second Senior Sister..."
"Fourth Junior Brother." Liu Qishuang kept writing, as still as a mountain.
'Except for life and death, what else in this world is not a trivial matter? People who have passed the test of life and death do not even worry about their own lives. Naturally, their hearts are as calm as still water and are not easily moved by external things.'
He forgot where he had first heard this sentence, but he felt it was very appropriate.
After copying a chapter, Liu Qishuang put down her pen and invited him to take a seat.
"I know why you are here, but unfortunately I can't help you. This is the rule. If someone can break the balance of heaven and earth by himself, it is too dangerous, so we have to let such a person have no intention of disrupting the way of heaven. Therefore, forgetting emotions is the end of the great way."
Yin Biyue felt a little chill in his heart.
He first thought from his own perspective, thinking that compared with the boundless avenue, the emotions in his heart were too small. Just as people who have seen the sea will not care about a speck of dust, so the more you understand, the greater your power, and the further away you are from the human world.
Senior Sister, however, has a different perspective. Those who want to change the world don't have the cultivation level, and those who have the cultivation level have indifferent feelings and no wishes. Only in this way can the operation of the way of heaven be unhindered forever.
There is only loneliness at the end of the road.
"May I ask, Senior Sister, if one day, we are free from all worries and forget about all worldly affairs, what is the meaning of cultivation?"
Liu Qishuang shook her head, "Where can I find a day to forget about worldly affairs?"
Her eyes passed through the window frame, and she didn't know where they landed. "I promised someone that I would live well and remember her for a long time. I can't break my promise to anyone."
The more Yin Bi looked at her, his mind moved slightly, and many scenes flashed before his eyes, which were self-evident.
So he asked, "Senior Sister, do you feel that you have failed Palace Master Yu?"
Liu Qishuang walked to the desk and wrote, turned a page of the Taoist scripture, and said calmly,
"No promise was made, so how can I fail to live up to it?"
Yin Biyue was speechless and disappointed.
After saying goodbye to his senior sister, he walked back to his own courtyard.
The golden sun was setting in the west, but there was no gorgeous sunset glow. The vegetation, mountains and rocks on Xihua Peak were all shrouded in the dark sky.
Suddenly someone called him, "Old Four!"
Yin Biyue turned around and saw Yan Xing jumping down from the tree holding a wine jar.
"Third Brother, are you...are you okay?"
Didn't you say that you fought Lin Yuangui miserably? I don't know how many bones you broke.
Yan Xing knew what he wanted to ask and waved his hand, "Don't listen to the nonsense in Lao Wu's letter. I'm tough."
Then he sighed, "Damn it, your cultivation has increased again... I have no dignity as a senior brother at all."
He took out a letter from his bosom. "You sent a letter to Qinglu Sword Sect before. This is Zhongshan's reply. His injury hasn't healed yet, so he can only dictate. Song Tang wrote it for him... I brought it back to you."
Yin Biyue said with guilt, "He was injured so badly... Thank you for troubling them."
Yan Xing was surprised and said, "That's strange. Song Tang said you would definitely say something like 'troublesome and hard work'."
"What else did Sect Master Song say?"
"And he said if you say it again, you don't consider them as your friends."
Yin Biyue laughed, "Third Senior Brother has been in Qinglu Sword Sect recently?"
Yan Xing remembered that Duan Chongxuan had teased him before he left, "You run to Nanlu all day, just like a live-in son-in-law." He didn't feel awkward and admitted frankly, "Yes. Song Tang took over not long ago, and I was worried."
Just as he said this, he remembered Duan Chongxuan's words, "Do you know him well? Is it your turn to worry about him?" He felt depressed and leaped to the top of the tree, threw away the wine jar, and drew his sword to go to the cliff.
"Old Four, you go first. I'm going to fight with the eldest brother."
To put it simply, it means seeking abuse.
Yin Biyue just felt that the third senior brother was always casual, and when he was in the mood, he wanted to learn from the eldest senior brother.
He opened the letter and read it. The writing was concise, with no extra greetings except for the sentence "It's like meeting you in person". In just a few words, the collapsed rocks and the rising dust were vividly depicted on the paper.
"...A million years ago, the master of the Wind and Rain Sword did fall into a dilemma. By chance, the Wind and Rain Sword revisited the old place, and I also entered a certain mysterious realm..."
The evening breeze in the mountains blew away the mist, just like the morning mist outside Yecheng was split by the sword. The opponent's sword was like "slanting wind and drizzle", like starlight falling on the autumn river. According to the long life of the practitioners, those experiences of fighting in the ring are not far away, but it seems that overnight, their swordsmanship and life have been turned upside down.
"I suddenly realized the true meaning of the Wind and Rain Sword. Given my state of mind at the time, I felt like I could die if I heard the truth in the morning... But I probably had concerns about staying alive."
Yin Biyue walked and read until he finished reading the last sentence.
"...I only remember that the evil cultivators have not been driven away, and the world is in great trouble. I dare not go first. Master's revenge has not been avenged, and the sect has not been revived, so I dare not risk my life."
After talking with Second Senior Sister, I felt even more melancholy. When I raised my eyes, I was faced with the familiar white walls and gray tiles.
The walls were low and the tiles were old. His yard was simply decorated, and if it weren't for the misty Xihua Peak, it would have looked like an ordinary family's home.
The wooden door shook slightly and opened with a creaky sound.
The light was on in the bedroom, and the light shone through the paper window, spreading a warm yellow in front of the stone steps.
Yin Biyue just remembered that someone was waiting for him here.
He pushed open the bedroom door, and for some reason, he started to speak.
"I'm back."
The lights flickered and there was no one outside.
A light laugh came from the inner room behind the screen.
The laughter was low and hoarse, echoing in the quiet night. It was like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples. A crow feather fell into a wine cup filled with moonlight.
Indescribably tender.
Yin Biyue walked over step by step, only to see the bed curtain half rolled up, the man with loose black hair leaning against the head of the bed, the front of his snow-white shirt open, revealing a chest as smooth as jade.
The dim light from the candlelight leaked in, illuminating his face in half light and half dark, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow. His expression was unclear, but for no reason he gave off an evil and weird aura, like a demon that seduced people's souls.
The voice is like a drunken spring breeze, with a smile on the end.
"Who did you meet? Whose letter did you read? Why did you come back so late?"
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