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Yin Biyue's heavy mood finally couldn't last until he met the second senior sister Liu Qishuang.

"Junior brother, take this dragon scale protective robe with you!"

"And you have to take this Nanhai Shenshan Dagger with you too!"

"And the Purple Bamboo Bone Jade Fan, the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, and the Four-Sided Mountain and River Cauldron. Bring them all..."

Liu Qishuang was still wondering if something was missing.

The corner of Yin Bi's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the magic weapons piled up like a small mountain.

...He hasn't had time to say a word since he came in.

He knew that Liu Qishuang practiced boxing and did not focus on external things in his daily practice. He thought that most of these assets were spoils of the "Battle of Xiling Mountain".

In this case, he can't want it even more.

So he coughed lightly and said, "Senior Sister, I know you mean well, but I am a sword cultivator. If I travel with so many magic weapons, wouldn't that be a waste of time?"

Liu Qishuang thought about it and felt that it made sense. She didn't usually use these things.

But he was still worried, "Junior brother, it would be good to bring something to protect yourself!"

So the two sides compromised. Yin Biyue finally brought a dagger.

Liu Qishuang calmed down and realized that she had entered a state of confusion.

When traveling, crises and variables are unpredictable. How can one be absolutely well prepared? How can one have a foolproof back-up plan? If she really thinks too much and hesitates, she will harm her junior brother.

The road ahead is uncertain, and I have to walk it alone.

Liu Qishuang figured this out and felt relieved. She said some encouraging words and then let Yin Biyue go back with peace of mind.

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The young man sat at his desk reading a book.

He sat upright, not leaning to one side.

His eyes were calm, like the abyss and the vast sea. He was not reading a jade slip, but an old book, the edges of which had turned slightly yellow, and it was not a valuable book. Even so, he did not relax at all.

Luo Mingchuan's self-discipline and sense of responsibility are deeply rooted in his character.

Even when alone, his behavior is always meticulous and proper.

Even his master Zheng Yangzi sometimes felt that he was too self-disciplined.

But his integrity doesn't give people an unbearable sense of oppression.

On the contrary, everyone who came into contact with him felt as comfortable as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.

His smile was neither too strong nor too weak, with just the right amount of intimacy. No matter who he was talking to or what he was saying, he always kept a polite distance, not too close nor too far.

This room is like him, neither grand nor shabby. All the furnishings are arranged in a proper manner.

The lotus-patterned jade incense burner was burning with the scent of osmanthus ice. For practitioners, it had the effect of awakening the mind and calming the mind.

A sweet and cool aroma lingered in the room, and a faint smoke enveloped the young man's brow.

He sat at the desk, like a tall and vigorous pine or cypress standing on a dangerous cliff.

Only Luo Mingchuan himself knows.

The incense was given to him by an old friend of Qinglu Sword Sect when he came to Cangya to discuss the law. He had never used it before because it was not necessary.

However, people's hearts are not at peace, how can a stove of osmanthus fragrance change that?

Therefore, when someone pulled the button on the gate of his courtyard, he simply put down the book and pushed the door open to walk out.

The person who came was He Yanyun. Compared with her usual cheerful and lively appearance, there seemed to be a trace of worry between her brows.

Luo Mingchuan welcomed the person into the courtyard but did not go into the house.

Although cultivators do not attach importance to the distinction between men and women, he always observes etiquette.

He Yanyun sat on a stone bench under a tree and asked directly as soon as she sat down,

"Brother, are you really not going to go with us?"

Luo Mingchuan said calmly, "I will go with Junior Brother Yin and Junior Brother Duan from Xihua Peak. They have decided on a different route, so we have to take a detour and set off a month in advance." He also reminded, "This time, Senior Uncle Cheng from Xiping Peak will lead the team. You should follow his arrangements in everything."

Registration for the Flower Folding Club is voluntary, and there is no quota limit. This is because there are not many disciples in the Concentrated Spirit and Barrier Breaking Realms, and also because in Cangya, not everyone is keen on becoming famous. There are also some people whose realms are not stable, and they think they have no chance of winning the Lotus Folding Club, so they simply continue to practice in seclusion.

There were thirty people going to Cangya Mountain this time.

But compared to many less famous sects, the fact that the entire sect can't even muster twenty people to break through the barriers several times is truly a terrifying foundation.

He Yanyun was not surprised by Luo Mingchuan's answer. She had heard about Luo Mingchuan's decision before coming.

But she twisted her sleeves and stopped talking, and finally mustered up the courage to ask,

"Brother, have you really done anything to let Brother Yin down?"

In her past, she never thought that Senior Brother Luo would make mistakes. If there were any mistakes, they would of course be someone else's fault.

This is a blind belief, almost faith.

So even though she knew that Senior Brother Luo never lied, she still felt sad because of Senior Brother Yin in Qinghe Hall.

But I asked again this time, with hope.

Luo Mingchuan was silent.

The spring breeze blew through his empty wide sleeves, filled with the bleak autumn feeling.

After a long while, he said, "I failed him."

He Yanyun bit her lip and couldn't speak, but her eyes were slightly red.

She stood up hastily, without even bothering to perform any formalities, and ran out of the yard.

She ran all the way to the Chengguang Lake on Xigan Peak and felt so sad that she could hardly breathe.

She saw her reflection in the lake and felt herself in a state of distress, wanting to cry but not wanting to, but she slowly calmed down.

Because she remembered that when she was a little girl, her master was looking at the lake here and told her a truth.

"A villain never makes mistakes, but a gentleman always makes mistakes."

——A villain will never think that he is wrong, but a gentleman will always reflect on himself and correct his mistakes when he realizes them.

She recalled the time when she argued with her master. "Perhaps people are too demanding of gentlemen, so the slightest mistake will be seized upon and turned into a big mistake. And villains are usually villains, so people don't blame them when they make mistakes. This is really unfair. It's so miserable to be a gentleman! Fortunately, I'm a woman!"

The master blew his beard and glared at her, "You are incorrigible! Your senior brother is much better than you!"

Senior brother is naturally better than her. In her mind, senior brother is better than anyone else.

She scooped up lake water to wash her face and smiled at the lake.

Because she suddenly felt that the senior brother who admitted his mistakes was more worthy of respect than the senior brother who never made mistakes!

The evening breeze brings peace of mind.

She sat by the lake, thinking carefully about the actions, words and expressions of the two people in Qinghe Hall, as well as her senior brother's weight loss and haggardness in the past month.

Finally a decision was made.

The girl stood by the lake, clenching her fists with a sense of lofty ambition.

"Brother, this time it's finally my turn to help you! Don't worry!"

********I am a single stupid dividing line for paper family********

April 5th is an auspicious day.

It is auspicious for travel, funerals, marriages, and groundbreaking. Everything is auspicious.

Duan Chongxuan checked the almanac before going out.

Liu Qishuang and Jun Yu sent the two of them to the outside of Xihua Peak. Before they parted, they didn't have any instructions.

Yin Biyue noticed that Jun Yu's aura could no longer be controlled freely. When he stood closer, he could feel the pressure, as if there was a mountain in front of him.

This is a good thing, maybe when he comes back, the eldest brother will break through to the Mahayana realm.

After he and Duan Chongxuan paid their respects to their senior brothers and sisters, they turned around and went down the mountain.

Then they saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the middle of the road.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem to be looking much better.

He nodded slightly and said, "Junior Brother Yin, Junior Brother Duan."

Duan Chongxuan smiled and said, "Brother Luo, the journey is long, please take care of me."

Yin Biyue was relieved. It seemed that Chatterbox didn't have much hostility towards Luo Mingchuan. He nodded and said, "Senior Brother Luo."

So they went down the mountain together.

At dawn, there was still a faint crescent moon in the west.

The 'morning bell' from the main peak echoed melodiously in the mountains, and the sound continued, startling countless birds out of the forest.

Although they were still in the mountains, the terrain had become much gentler, and the main road they were taking was wide and flat, wide enough for two carriages to run side by side.

As we were almost at the Deacon's Hall, we could already hear faint voices.

Many disciples had already gotten up, and some were gathered together talking about something. Seeing the three of them walking side by side, they looked over with vague eyes.

This morning was peaceful and tranquil, just like thousands of previous mornings at Cangya Mountain, nothing was different.

But Yin Biyue soon discovered something was wrong.

Because these disciples all held swords in their hands.

When they have nothing to do on weekdays, the cultivators hang their light swords at their waists and their heavy swords on their backs. Some like to use some spatial means or magical instruments to put away their swords and rarely hold them in their hands.

Unless you need it immediately.

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