More and more people came from all directions.
Each one had a sword in his hand.
Yin Biyue looked at the two people beside him without showing any emotion, but saw that the two seemed not to see anything and continued to walk steadily. Duan Chongxuan was even a little excited.
When they were about ten feet away from the Deacons' Hall, they saw a large crowd of Cangya disciples gathered in front of them.
Yin Biyue's heart sank.
As the three of them approached, the disciples spontaneously moved to the sides of the road, leaving a wide path for them to pass.
Everyone looked at them with focused and passionate eyes, but no one spoke. The atmosphere was so quiet that only the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard.
Yin Biyue had already adjusted his pace to the most suitable position for drawing the sword, and even deduced and calculated more than three routes to break the siege in his mind.
But his confidence was less than 50%, because there were too many people. He didn't even know if there were any masters who were hiding their auras among them.
At this moment, a sword was raised in the crowd, and it fell with a loud shout.
"Uncle Master Yin! The Flower Folding Society will definitely win!!——"
Yin Biyue was suddenly startled and looked in the direction of the shouting. Isn't this the little disciple who escorted him that day?
...or the one whose hatred value was pulled by the halo.
He didn't have time to think about it, because soon shouts came one after another, gushing out like a tide!
"Uncle Luo! We won the championship at Chongming Mountain!!——"
"Senior Brother Yin is victorious in every battle!——"
"Senior Brother Luo is invincible!——"
"Senior Brother Yin is the best in swordsmanship!——"
The disciples gathered on both sides of the road, with different titles due to their different generations, but they all raised their swords and swung them vigorously. From a distance, it looked like a flowing sea of swords.
Duan Chongxuan sighed, "This is the first time I've enjoyed the treatment of 'waving a sword to see you off'."
Yin Biyue always felt that something had happened that she didn't know about.
His hunch was correct.
"Uncle Yin is a good man. If you had really met him, you wouldn't be misled by the rumors!"
If Cheng Xi was the only one who said this, it would naturally not cause any trouble.
But there were four disciples escorting Yin Biyue that day.
In the world of rumors, three people are as powerful as a tiger, and four people can be called gold.
They all agreed that there was definitely something unusual between Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue, but they were not hostile. Instead, Luo Mingchuan was the one who felt guilty.
The cultivation level of the disciples of Cangya Mountain is first-rate, and their ability to pass on messages is also first-rate.
It's not an exaggeration to say that "Master Liu's daughter and Master Zhang's son are in love and are already together" eventually becomes "Master Liu and Master Zhang are together, and will be getting married at the end of the month, with the head of the sect presiding over the wedding."
The other disciples who were in danger in the secret realm gathered together, carefully recalled and checked the details, and found that even if the formation was triggered at that time, they would not be injured because all the attacks were concentrated on Luo Mingchuan alone.
But Luo Mingchuan chose to take the blame for Yin Biyue. This was really strange.
Combined with Luo Mingchuan's reaction in the Qinghe Hall and what Cheng Xi and the other four saw with their own eyes, everyone speculated at least ten versions of "Two or three things that Cangya's first disciple and Xihuafeng's genius must say", but the theories of love-hate entanglement or love-hate are only a minority.
Finally, the appearance of He Yanyun pushed the topic to "What are we talking about when we talk about love".
Many people asked her what happened inside the palace after the door was closed, but she refused to tell them.
Finally, we have today's scene.
"Waving the sword to bid farewell to show the spirit of the journey" is the custom of Cangya.
The disciples spontaneously organized and arranged the procession from the Deacon Hall all the way to the mountain gate. Many years ago, martial artists wielded various swords, and spiritual practitioners held various magical instruments. The scene was so beautiful. So it gradually evolved into only wielding swords, and nothing else.
Among the disciples who came this time, many of their swords were borrowed temporarily.
But this did not affect their enthusiasm in shouting, and the sound shook the entire Cangya.
When Yin Biyue and the other two walked a few dozen meters, the crowd followed them, and the shouts changed from chaotic and disorganized to uniform. The two sides seemed to have reached a consensus. One group of people shouted, "Senior Brother Luo won the championship at Chongming Mountain!" and the other group of people shouted, "Senior Brother Yin, the Flower Folding Club will win!"
Suddenly a breeze blew through the woods, carrying with it a pleasant fragrance.
Yin Biyue raised her eyes and saw more than ten women in white skirts approaching gracefully. The two leading women tapped their toes lightly, one in the south and one in the north, and flew to the treetops. With a wave of their hands, they shook down two large banners with elegant cursive characters on them: "Pearl Splendor" on the south side and "Flawless White Jade" on the north side.
Duan Chongxuan took out his folding fan and waved it, smiling even more charmingly, "I still support my senior sisters and junior sisters for their ingenuity."
The corners of Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
Young man, you are too confident. At least the girl He Yanyun who is leading the group is definitely here to support his senior brother Luo.
Duan Chongxuan exclaimed, "This is a compliment to me that my appearance is as brilliant as a pearl and my character is as flawless as a white jade!"
Yin Biyue found himself speechless.
If he could integrate the knowledge of the entertainment industry, he would quickly be able to see the current situation clearly.
A road is divided into two sides.
To the south is the Luo Mingchuan fan club, and to the north is the Yin Biyue fan club. The swords they hold are equivalent to banners and light sticks.
Luo Mingchuan’s fan club wins because of its large number of members.
It was a vast black mass, and the frequency of sword swinging was extremely uniform.
The Yin Biyue Fan Club excels in quality.
In addition to the four leading escort disciples and the Law Enforcement Hall disciples, there were also the diehard fans of the Sword Saint and Jun Yu. This was Xi Huafeng's first time participating in the Flower Folding Meeting, so he naturally represented the reputation of the Sword Saint.
Although their number is not as large as that over there, their cultivation is strong. When they shout, the sound comes from their Dantian, and their true energy is abundant.
The momentum of both sides is equal.
Unfortunately, Yin Biyue only had two and a half lines in the entertainment circle, so naturally he didn't understand these things.
Otherwise, he could have just raised his arms and called out, "Friends behind me, raise your swords! Let me see your hands!"
He Yanyun stood on the treetop holding a banner, watching her sisters mingling on both sides, distributing handkerchiefs embroidered with the words "bright pearls, flawless white jade" to everyone, and smiled slightly.
Ruan Xiaolian, who was sitting on the opposite tree, raised her eyebrows at her.
——Is this possible?
He Yanyun nodded.
--no problem!
These handkerchiefs with embroidered characters were made overnight by He Yanyun and her sisters. They were made of fine materials, exquisite workmanship, and fine stitching. They were irresistible when held in the hands. Moreover, in Cangya Mountain, owning a handkerchief embroidered by a woman was really something to be proud of.
The handkerchiefs were distributed quickly. He Yanyun smiled with satisfaction and looked at Ruan Xiaolian with gratitude.
——Thank you.
Ruan Xiaolian glared at her.
——What polite words!
So He Yanyun didn't say anything more. No, she didn't say anything from beginning to end.
They grew up together and can understand each other with just a look or an expression.
In He Yanyun's words, it is a friendship of life and death.
We once sneaked down the mountain together to visit the market and eat roast chicken, and we were caught and spanked... We were friends for life.
Every time the Cangya Mountain Sisters were arrested, He Yanyun took the initiative to take the blame. The title of "Black Pot Lady" accompanied her until she was 13 years old. Later, as everyone grew older, they gradually changed their greedy and playful natures and practiced diligently. They had not gathered together for a long time.
Therefore, when He Yanyun proposed the "family plan" this time, everyone was excited and responded to it.
These were all things Yin Biyue didn't know.
He held the handkerchief stuffed into his hand, and just felt that... something strange had sneaked in.
The crowd stopped at the tall and wide mountain gate and quieted down.
The three of them turned around and bowed to the people who were seeing them off. Luo Mingchuan said, "Thank you for seeing me off."
The crowd cheered again.
The young men, their sleeves fluttering in the wind, walked south.
Behind him is the rising sun, towering green mountains, a sea of swords and cheers.
The road ahead is an unknown, thorny and muddy one.
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