There are many ways for cultivators to travel. Those who are sub-sage or above can ride the wind and travel ten thousand miles a day, or they may have the means to break through space.
As long as one has stepped into the threshold of cultivation, one can consume one's own true essence to increase speed, or activate magical tools, or control strange beasts.
However, in today's world, after experiencing the 'End of Dharma Era', magic tools for traveling are rare, and exotic beasts are even rarer. Because the living conditions of exotic beasts are harsh, they not only need the terrain and spiritual veins that complement each other, but also need masters that are truly recognized by them.
It is said that the Emperor of Beilu, one of the six sub-saints, raised four blue-winged phoenixes to pull the imperial chariot, consuming 800,000 crystals and 60,000 kilograms of tourmaline red fruit every year.
There are only a handful of people in the world who can achieve this level.
With the current cultivation level of Yin Biyue and the other two, if they could push their true essence to its limit, they could travel a thousand miles a day.
But in Duan Chongxuan's words, "It's a rare trip down the mountain, and there's still plenty of time, so why rush? The eldest brother also wants us to walk more."
Yin Bi had no objection, because he wanted to know more about this world. Even if there were countless records and descriptions in his memory, how could he really experience it?
Seeing him nod, Luo Mingchuan nodded too.
After leaving the territory of Cangya Mountain, passing Jincheng, Yangcheng, and Panlongling, we took the Fourth Official Road of the Western Continent, headed south, took a boat out of the Western Continent, and crossed the Floating Sea. Finally, we met up with the Cangya Mountain team in Yecheng, South Continent, and went to Chongming Mountain for a meeting.
This was the route they had set. To be more precise, it was Liu Qishuang who had set it.
This road is neither smooth and easy, nor does it have to pass through extremely dangerous places like the "Ten Thousand Mountains". It is a route of appropriate difficulty that Liu Qishuang finally decided on after repeated consideration.
In the bustling Jincheng, they went to teahouses to listen to storytelling and listened to the tea drinkers talk about the flower-folding society in an exaggerated way.
In Yangcheng, they changed out of their Taoist robes and bought some ordinary clothes. They rode down the embankment on their white horses, whipping them, like three young men leaving home to study.
What surprised Yin Biyue was that Chatterbox and Luo Mingchuan got along well along the way. Because he didn't like to talk, it was these two who communicated the most.
He was very polite, and spoke with a smile on his face, which seemed like a gentleman's friendship.
If I didn’t know, I would have thought Luo Mingchuan was Duan Chongxuan’s best friend, not someone who was intentionally targeted at Xihua Peak.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more she realized that she must have been overwhelmed by the aura of the protagonist.
…Until the day before they entered Panlong Ridge, Duan Chongxuan decided to change his clothes.
Yin Biyue also felt uncomfortable because people were always staring at her hair color, so after thinking about it, she added a black cloak with a hood.
He is very satisfied with his image now. With the hood on, only his thin jaw is exposed, which makes him look ten points more gloomy!
But when Duan Chongxuan came out of the inn, he felt like he was going blind.
This set of clothes is obviously not available in the whole Yangcheng, so it must be his own.
He wore a cross-collared, right-fronted robe embroidered with flying phoenixes in gold thread, a purple gold pearl crown on his head, and a white jade and gilt dragon belt around his waist, with a cloisonné enamel buckle inlaid with coral.
The person covered in jewels and precious stones couldn't open his eyes, and from a distance he looked like...
Moving little golden man!!!
If the dress before was natural nobility, then now it is a dandy young man who got rich overnight, the kind who is rich but stupid.
Yin Biyue guessed that Duan Hualao might have been stimulated by something.
But the chatterbox was laughing happily, so he didn't know what to say.
When Luo Mingchuan came out, he was slightly startled, obviously also dazzled by the outfit.
Then he coughed lightly and turned his head away, "Let's go."
Yin Biyue seemed to see the words "can't bear to look at" on his face.
The shade of the trees is thick, blocking out the sun, and the cool mountain breeze is filled with the scent of grass, trees and soil.
The three of them walked along the rugged and winding path for a long time without saying a word. The sun gradually set in the west.
Yin Biyue was thinking, although he had never heard of any powerful beasts in Panlong Ridge, was there really any problem with the Talkative Flag suit that could reflect light ten miles away?
Whatever you think will come true.
Yin Biyue's consciousness moved slightly and he stopped.
Luo Mingchuan also stopped where he was.
Five breaths later, a rustling sound was heard in the forest, getting closer and closer.
The person who came had bad intentions and was very aggressive, and had no intention of hiding his tracks.
With a loud shout, "Stop right there!" more than ten big men jumped out of the dense forest.
The scarred leader was eight feet tall, holding a heavy axe. "Where are you from? Do you know the rules? If you want to pass by our house today, leave all your silver and spiritual stones behind!"
The minions behind him echoed loudly, "If you don't have any, then leave your life behind!"
There was a burst of laughter.
From the moment the bandit leader started speaking, Yin Biyue followed and recited the lines silently.
Exactly the same.
What a familiar scene!
Once upon a time, he was holding an iron rod in his hand, no, it was not his turn to hold the iron rod.
He followed behind a young man with ripped jeans, holding an iron rod, and with bangs longer than his face. He heard the leader say, "Little girl, do you want to have fun with us?" He smiled silently, then heard a voice saying, "Stop!". As the leader shouted, "Brothers, come on!", he was kicked away by the protagonist.
Thinking of this, Yin Bi felt more disgusted.
Because this group of people obviously have low professionalism. Look at the guy at the back, his expression is not right! He is obviously absent-minded!
Bad review!
Perhaps because she was following the protagonist, the script had changed, Yin Biyue counted to three but did not hear the familiar stop.
But I heard a chuckle beside me.
The one who laughed out loud was Duan Chatterbox.
No wonder the chatterbox was laughing. The three of them who were going to attend the flower-picking party, Cangya’s first disciple and the sword master’s disciple, actually... encountered a robbery!
If this matter were to spread, it would be enough for the entire spiritual community to laugh for a year.
Yin Biyue looked at the way the three of them were dressed. They looked like two followers accompanying a wealthy and dissolute young man on a trip.
This really can't be blamed on the robbery team's poor eyesight.
Luo Mingchuan looked calm, neither angry nor upset, and seemed to be willing to make sense.
Before he could speak, Duan Chongxuan calmly waved his fan and said, "Do you know who is standing next to me?"
The robbery team was stunned.
Duan Chongxuan stood behind Luo Mingchuan with confidence.
"The one next to me is the great disciple of Cangya Mountain, the next head of Cangya, Senior Brother Luo Mingchuan!" Then he looked up with a look of extreme contempt, asking for a beating, "Why don't you kneel down and call me daddy!"
The team leader immediately exploded, "Bah! What senior disciple Cangya? I am the Emperor of Beilu!"
Duan Chongxuan's expression became strange and calm, "No, you are not."
The robbery gang has rushed up.
But before they were even ten steps away from the three men, they flew high into the air and crashed into them. The leader was particularly badly injured, and he broke two large trees before landing.
The invisible true energy barrier bounced the person out.
Luo Mingchuan did not move.
The robbery team collapsed on the ground, groaning and vomiting blood. They could not understand why their years of robbery experience had become ineffective. How could the fat sheep they had been optimistic about become a piece of iron?
The leader of this group has passed the marrow cutting stage, and has entered the threshold of cultivation. Several others are also practicing Qi, but none of them have the potential to go further. Such a bandit gang is more than enough to deal with caravans or travelers who can't afford guards in Panlongling. Panlongling lacks spiritual energy and no natural treasures, so cultivators rarely come here.
There is no doubt that they were all attracted by the moving little golden man.
It took less than ten seconds for the robbery team to lift their feet and lie down. Luo Mingchuan turned around and said, "Let's go."
The three of them walked forward amidst the faint cries of pain and pleas for mercy.
They encountered similar teams every ten miles, and even at dusk, some of them came with torches.
So the above scenario is played repeatedly.
Yin Biyue seemed to understand the chatterbox's approach.
But if it was just to cause trouble for Luo Mingchuan, this method would be too low-level.
So what does Chatterbox want to do?
It can't be that it's to eliminate bandits and enforce justice, right?
It was finally quiet after nightfall.
The cool moonlight shone through the dense shadows of the trees, adding an extra chill to the night wind in late spring.
The three of them found a secluded cave, and Duan Chongxuan lit a burning talisman to burn the spider webs, dead branches and weeds. He took out a washing bead and embedded it on the stone wall of the cave, and a soft halo immediately flowed out.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue prepared to concentrate on meditation.
Duan Chongxuan took out a large bed with shark-toothed curtains and carved rosewood flowers and asked,
"Fourth Brother, I have prepared a bed, do you want it?"
Yin Biyue thought she had already adapted to his unique painting style, but she couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly, "No need."
The chatterbox said "oh" with some regret and went to bed.
The moon looked westward, shining obliquely into the cave, and shining together with the brilliance of Zhuozhu.
In the quiet night, there are only the chirping of insects and the rustling of wind through the forest.
The cave was not big, and Yin Biyue, who was meditating, was only three feet away from Luo Mingchuan.
In the spiritual world, this is a very taboo distance.
If it is a stranger, being within three feet is considered disrespectful.
If it is an enemy, being three feet close means danger.
Yin Bi felt more and more uncomfortable.
He didn't know whether it was the remaining reaction of this body or the defense in his heart.
After reaching the state of concentration, the cultivator's five senses become exceptionally sharp. Even without trying hard, he can feel the breathing of people around him, and even the temperature in the slightly cool night.
As time passed and the night deepened, this feeling was magnified exponentially.
He didn't know whether Luo Mingchuan, who was always polite, was as uncomfortable as he was at this moment. Or whether he was already immersed in breathing meditation, and was even getting better and better, planning to take out the spirit stone to start practicing. After all, it was a spiritual practice, so he would always carry a spirit stone with him.
On the contrary, Luo Mingchuan was reminiscing.
He felt that this feeling was very familiar, as if he had returned to the Night Study Building of Lanyuan Academy, where a cold, arrogant and silent young man sat at a desk reading a book. The yellowish light of the green lamp fell on his profile, giving him an inexplicable illusion of tenderness.
And what about yourself?
Sometimes I would sit at the table next to him, with a lamp on and thick books piled on the table.
When you get tired of reading, just look at him.
Even though the boy's eyebrows and eyes were still childish, he was still good-looking. Looking at him a few more times seemed to relieve my fatigue. He was also very focused when reading, and never noticed his little movements.
The Night Study Building is connected to the Library by an aerial corridor. Some books cannot be taken out and need to be read overnight, so students will come here.
Luo Mingchuan doesn't come here often, but it seems that every time he comes, he can always see the young man sitting in the fixed position under the west window.
Sometimes I can't help but laugh, "Junior brother, you are still so young, you won't grow taller if you often stay up late."
I have thought about this countless times in my mind but never said it out loud.
Because he remembered that the boy seemed to dislike being told that he was young.
Students who come to study at night often whisper to their neighbors when they feel tired late at night. This can not only refresh themselves, but also help them make friends.
But he and the boy sat at the next table countless times without saying a word.
Because the boy never looked tired, and had no intention of speaking.
He didn't want to disturb them.
Until one day, the young man looked at the green lamp and frowned slightly.
The academy advocated simplicity, so there were no shark oil copper lamps. And if the green lamp was lit for a long time, the wick would split and the light would dim.
Luo Mingchuan took a look and couldn't help laughing. He asked in a low voice, "Junior brother, did you forget to bring the lantern scissors?"
The young man turned his face to the side, his black and white eyes reflected the warm yellow candlelight, and the coldness and arrogance of the day faded away, "Yes."
Luo Mingchuan stood up to cut the candle for him, leaning slightly forward, his long hair falling. He was so close that he could see the shadow of the boy's eyelashes, and the shadows of the two fell on the west window, as if they were fused together.
After a moment, the table was as bright as before, and he also retreated to a polite distance.
The boy nodded, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Junior Brother." He put down the lantern scissors and introduced himself.
"Luo Mingchuan, Qiongzhou, East Continent."
"Yin Biyue from Ying'an City in Zhonglu."
This was the first sentence they exchanged after one year of school, and one of the few sentences they exchanged in their three years at the academy.
In the Night Bookstore where light and shadow interweave, the thick files piled up over the years are silent, and the old and mottled green lamps are bursting with light sparks.
Time stopped at that moment.
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Yin Biyue felt that Luo Mingchuan must also be very uncomfortable because his breath was unstable.
Fortunately, at three quarters past the hour of Mao, the sky was slightly bright, and Yin Biyue walked out of the cave with his sword in hand.
The morning breeze blows across your face, blowing away the chaotic mood of the night.
Dawn is approaching, a good time for sword practice.
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