Nearing the Qingming Festival, a few cool spring rains fell, washing over the fields, washing away the coagulated blood stains, and diluting the traces of the magic.
The spiritual veins of the Donglu Snowfield have become stable. The ice and snow on the edge have melted with the passing spring breeze. The snow water has gathered into shallow streams, flowing into the Min River, rushing eastward.
People returned to the snowfield one after another. The bloody road leading from Changyuan Palace to the snowy peak had long been buried. Only the collapsed palaces and pavilions in the Golden Palace silently revealed everything. Many people still remembered the trembling earth and the strange phenomenon in the night sky that day.
Unsheathed at the edge of the abyss, the two swords were witnessed by both heaven and earth, 'Xinghechen' broke the million-year-old demon killing array, and 'Shanhegui' shook the spiritual veins of the snowfield.
Therefore, many speculations about Yin Bi's transcendence of realms were spread, which was shocking and unbelievable. It is not impossible to surpass the limitations of time and age with the talent of cultivation and the understanding of swordsmanship, but no one has ever achieved such a level. There has been no one before, and there may not be anyone who can surpass him in the future.
The world is very different, yet it seems no different.
In the East Land, many people are fighting for supremacy. Several major demonic forces are rising rapidly, establishing city-states and dividing the land into different regions. Troops from the North Land have returned from various places. The new emperor personally took this opportunity to reorganize the military power, strengthen the coastal defense line, and eradicate the remaining forces of the anti-king.
The students of the academy worked hard for several days to repair the city wall of Yunyang City. After that, they continued to study and attend classes as usual.
Qu Duiyan's official succession ceremony was held on a spring day. No parents presided over the ceremony for her, and no elders were qualified to take her place. She put on the high crown, took up the suzerain's staff, and swore an oath under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The shouts of "God bless Lianjian" were so loud that they stopped the clouds from moving.
Zhongshan's injury was better, Cheng Tianyu helped him get out of bed and walk. They went to the depths of the bamboo sea to pay homage to Zhou Yuandao's tomb.
Southland was different from Westland. There were more problems with post-war reconstruction. Song Tang was overwhelmed by the affairs of the sect and could not get away. But sometimes when he was walking back to the courtyard, he always thought someone would throw a wine jar from the tree.
Baopu Sect used to be ruled by Yu Shi, but now that Yu Shi is gone, civil strife has begun. Several elders are not convinced by each other, and they only say that the leader should be elected as soon as possible, and no one mentions revenge. Lin Yuangui walked into the ancestral hall and took away his master's tablet. At that time, the mountain road was full of disciples holding swords. Even the elders shouted loudly, but no one dared to draw their swords. They watched him walk out of the mountain gate and disappeared from then on. The Shuoyue Sword was no longer seen in the world.
On a spring day with warm rain and clear wind, big and small events may cause a sensation or happen quietly, leaving a strong mark in history books or just a few strokes. No matter the mundane world or the vast mountains and clouds, life is still life and must go on.
Yin Biyue's life became peaceful, but the rumors behind the scenes were very turbulent.
Some said that he wanted to go into seclusion to seek the truth of the void, some said that he wanted to take advantage of the internal strife in the Baopu Sect to cut off their inheritance, and some even said that he wanted to flatten the Hundred Thousand Mountains and unify the Western Continent.
It seems certain that he will do something great and spectacular like the Sword Master did when he was young.
On Xihua Peak, Yin Biyue was busy looking at the mountains and clouds, and sometimes he would accompany his second sister to copy Taoist scriptures. The two of them didn't talk, and they could copy for an entire afternoon with the cool spring rain outside the window.
The "Happy Life" in Chunxiu Tower has been unpacked, and Yanxing is going down the mountain to travel again. It's better to say that he is wandering, as he has always done.
It happened to be a year when the east wind passed through, the Cangshan Mountains were dotted with green, and the "Spring Mountain Smile" trembled slightly in its sheath, and Jun Yu's sword intent was burning.
So on the night before Yan Xing left, the three of them had a battle on the edge of the cliff.
Sometimes they each fight on their own, sometimes they join forces to attack one person. The situation changes rapidly, all depending on their own wishes, and it is very enjoyable.
Even though he had set up a barrier on Xihua Peak and had not used his true energy, the sweeping sword energy and knife intent still cut the sea of clouds into pieces.
As the stars gradually sank, Yan Xing lay on the ground with his legs crossed, Yin Biyue sat on the cliff, and Jun Yu leaned against a tree, standing with a sword in his arms.
"It feels so good." Yan Xing sighed, "I wonder how Lao Wu's spear skills have improved. Next time, I'll call him and let him take the blame..."
Yin Biyue laughed, "I'm afraid it won't work. He has helpers."
Jun Yu said "hmm" to show his agreement.
Yin Biyue was talking about the guards, but Yan Xing was obviously wrong. He slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, he still has a bird. He will definitely risk his life to help him."
"No, he has four birds."
“…”
Yan Xing thought, if you count it this way, you all have helpers. When Luo Mingchuan comes out of retreat, he will definitely help the fourth brother. If the master comes back, he will definitely help the eldest brother. The second sister is not using force now, and she can't help me. No matter how you count it, I am the only one who will be beaten.
What is this?
The east was already bright, and a ray of golden light burst out from the sea of clouds.
Yan Xing jumped up, with wounds all over his body, looked up to the sky and laughed, then walked down the mountain in the morning light.
More than half a month later, Zheng Yangzi discussed with several elders and said that the post-war reconstruction was basically completed, everything was back on track, and it was time for Cangya's Dharma Hall to start classes.
So he asked someone to ask Yin Biyue if he was willing to give a class.
Yin Biyue didn't know what to say. As his realm improved, he felt more and more that everyone had his own way, and outsiders could not tell whether it was the right way or the wrong way.
But suddenly I remembered that Luo Mingchuan often went there to give lectures, and I had waited outside the school for him to finish class.
So the next day he came to the Dharma Hall.
The hall was packed with people, and the corridors were also full of people. When they saw him coming, they made way for him and bowed.
Facing the eager gazes from the audience, Yin Bi became a little nervous. "Today I will teach you how to draw Qi into the body and dredge the meridians. You don't need to learn anything else above marrow-cutting. You can leave now."
No one moved, and the burning, eager gazes did not change.
Yin Biyue thought helplessly, could it be that everyone was just curious about him as a person and didn't care about what he said?
He missed the state of indifference at this moment. At least he was not nervous. When he was nervous, he would talk nonsense. "I didn't know what to say at first, but as Cangya's first disciple, my Taoist partner has the responsibility to teach the basics of cultivation. Now that he is in seclusion, it is natural for me to do the work on his behalf..."
But his face was indifferent, his voice was calm, and he sounded very serious.
Everyone in the audience widened their eyes.
Countless voice transmissions merged into a large net, rapidly traveling back and forth in the hall.
"Did I hear correctly? Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Luo have already merged their citizenship!"
"God of Dao! I thought I was the only one who heard it!"
"My heart is beating so fast, oh my god, they have such a good relationship!"
Yin Biyue became even more nervous, "Don't ask me when your Senior Brother Luo will come out of seclusion, I don't know, I miss him too..."
When he realized what he had said, he wanted to cut through space and escape immediately. But since he had already said it, it would be too embarrassing to leave, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay, let's go to class."
"All things have spirits, and heaven and earth have yin and yang, which give rise to spiritual energy and turbid energy. For practitioners like me, whether we practice spiritual cultivation or martial arts..."
This class was very successful. Yin Biyue was not good at speaking, but he had that level of skill. When he talked about this introductory class, he had a bird's-eye view and was able to cover a wide range of topics.
Many years later, when the disciples grew up and reached the age to travel down the mountain, many of them still sighed when they recalled that day, "Can you believe it? My cultivation was taught by the Immortal himself..."
However, at the moment, what impressed everyone the most was his words, "I miss him too."
In the spiritual world, not many people choose to form a couple. Most people firmly believe that the pursuit of the truth is lonely and they are unwilling to be connected with the destiny of others and share their fortunes and misfortunes.
There are also sects that advocate asceticism and self-cultivation, such as Qinglu. In the entire sect, couples are rarely seen.
Lianjian's magic does not emphasize purity of mind and abstinence from desires. The former sect leader and the sub-sage Qu Jiang are a century-old legend. There was a time when the sect was full of happy events. However, as the years went by, the young Mu Ai was worn out and the two grew tired of each other. They became a couple with resentment and even caused one of them to die. Therefore, there was a rule that those who had known each other for less than five years could not become members of the sect.
Yin Biyue's words in the Dharma Hall were quite astonishing, because it showed that they not only practiced together, but also broke the Taoist tradition of "the highest is like the sun and the moon, the closest is like husband and wife".
After Yin Biyue went back, he thought about it and was not so embarrassed anymore. Instead, he thought that he could just show off. In the future, everyone would know that his senior brother was his, so he wouldn't be remembered by others.
After all, my senior brother is handsome, has high cultivation, is gentle and caring. Where in the world can you find another one like him?
*******
The night I said goodbye to the dean and Master Wuwang and left the academy, Yunyang City was brightly lit and the shadows of the trees were swaying.
"I don't want to wait any longer. This delay will only cause more trouble. Why don't you and I make a bet?"
The Demon Lord asked.
The question was about Luo Mingchuan.
"How do I bet?"
"I bet that I had a hundred-year entanglement with him, which is far better than the few short years in your life."
Luo Mingchuan shook his head, "Why bother? You and I are one, and we are mutually causal. How can we explain it clearly?"
"I won't give up until he says it himself." The Demon Lord smiled, "If I lose the bet, I will merge with you. Since he likes you, he will give me some of it."
At this moment, he was no longer like the demon king who had gone against the will of heaven all his life, but just like an ordinary mortal who did not ask for much. Whether it was to make a living or to seek love, as long as he got a little, he would be satisfied.
Luo Mingchuan remained silent.
It was as if I had crossed the torrent of time and saw myself millions of years ago.
I thought it was enough to be with Ling Xiao, and I didn't say anything I was thinking. I didn't ask for much, just a little.
Who knew that their fortunes were so conflicting that companionship became a luxury and eventually led to madness.
"Okay, I promise."
"Thanks."
Luo Mingchuan has now been in meditation for a long time, and has reached the key point of sitting and observing himself.
The vast sea of consciousness was surging with raging waves, and clouds and mist were lingering above it. On an isolated island not far away, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves fluttering.
In such a secret and quiet environment, he looked at the other person as if looking at himself in a mirror.
"Do you have any regrets?"
The man smiled faintly, "Where is the regret? A trace of remnant is left in the sword. Millions of years have passed like a flash, and only obsession remains."
Raging waves rose to the sky, and in an instant, they submerged the isolated island. His figure was scattered by the huge waves. "I have the karma of killing people. You must be careful when you are going through the tribulation."
Luo Mingchuan said, "From now on, I am you, and you are me."
I will share the rest of my life with you, and I will bear your karma of killing.
******
"The true essence is running slowly, and there is a sluggish output when it is output in large quantities. There are probably three possibilities. One is that the spiritual vein is narrow..."
Yin Biyue went to the Dharma Hall for the second time to give a lecture. At the request of the disciples, he answered questions and resolved doubts.
Halfway through the speech, I suddenly felt anxious for no reason and stopped.
He walked to the window and saw peach blossoms blooming on the branches and birds chirping. A warm breeze blew and the fallen petals flew into the hall, staining his clothes with fragrance.
What a beautiful spring scene.
The disciples looked over with confusion on their faces.
Before I could figure out what was going on, the sky suddenly darkened. Birds were crying and wild animals were wailing.
Outside the window, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the wind blew violently. Thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, and the sky and the earth changed as the wind and clouds rose and rolled, and the entire Cangya Peak seemed to be plunged into darkness.
Yin Biyue's figure faded away and disappeared.
Everyone rushed out of the Dharma Hall, exclamations rang out one after another, and various magic tools lit up, "What's going on?"
"But are there enemies attacking?"
Looking up, I could not see the blue sky, but only saw the Linyuan Sword being unsheathed, cutting a path in the dark clouds and soaring straight up!
The bell of Cangya rang rapidly.
Behind the thick clouds, there were flashes of lightning and thunder, as if containing extremely terrifying power.
An indifferent voice came from afar, clearly reaching everyone.
"My Taoist partner is busy, so we'll talk on the day today when the class is changed."
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