In the following month, many foreign practitioners appeared in Yecheng one after another, and the number of guards in the city also increased quietly. The monks wearing Taoist robes of various sects and the ubiquitous black-armored city guards added a bit of solemnity to this noisy and tolerant city.
After returning that night, Duan Chongxuan never invited Yin Biyue to go out at night to listen to storytelling again - regardless of whether it was real storytelling or not.
So Yin Biyue practiced swordplay by the Qiu Lake during the day, practicing the Cold Water Sword. At night, he meditated in his room, practicing swordplay in his sea of consciousness, tempering his spiritual consciousness.
The small courtyard by the lake was very quiet. The hustle and bustle of Yecheng could not reach here at all.
But if you look towards the center of the city, you can see people coming and going. The ones wearing green Taoist robes with eight trigrams and runes are from the Baopu Sect, the ones wearing crimson purple robes are from the Lianjian Sect, and the ones wearing white robes embroidered with cloud patterns are from Cangya Mountain.
The monks wearing grey robes are from Jiekong Temple, and the monks wearing bright yellow cassocks are from Xingshan Temple.
The man walking in front of them, responsible for leading the way and receiving guests, wearing a white robe with ink-splashed landscape patterns, was the host of this trip, a disciple of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
He Yanyun followed Xi Pingfeng's uncle, walked through the busy streets and alleys, and headed towards Qiushui Lake in the south of the city. When she was young, she often went down the mountain, but none of the places she had seen was more fresh and interesting than this Yecheng.
But the disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect are still here, so they naturally cannot show that they have never seen the world. That would be too embarrassing.
So she winked at Ruan Xiaolian, who glanced back at her.
——Go out to the market and eat in the evening.
——First eat the wontons from the shop on the left, then eat the lianggao from the shop at the back.
The two men reached a consensus calmly and walked forward without changing their expressions.
Luo Mingchuan and the other two received news from Qinglu's disciples and went to meet their fellow disciples from Cangya Mountain by the Qiu Lake.
After greeting Elder Xi Pingfeng, he watched as the disciples enthusiastically divided the courtyards. The originally quiet courtyards by the lake also became lively.
From time to time, disciples came forward to greet the three of them. After He Yanyun finished greeting them, she called Luo Mingchuan and said, "Senior Brother, I have a lot to ask you."
Yin Biyue understood immediately!
Girls, be brave! Don't worry, your brother didn't meet any beautiful female cultivators along the way!
Duan Chongxuan smiled at him and said, "The city is very lively today. Why don't you go with me to take a look?"
Yin Biyue was not sure whether this meant visiting a brothel, but the Qiu Lake was noisy at the moment, and she couldn't connect her sword, so she might as well go for a walk in the city.
As soon as the two of them passed through the mansions of the wealthy families in the south of the city, they came across a lively scene.
What happened in Yecheng could be seen from afar because the black-armored guards were so eye-catching.
What’s more coincidental is that the person at the center of the hustle and bustle was also an acquaintance, and a corner of a green Taoist robe flashed through the gaps in the crowd.
Duan Chongxuan bypassed the crowd without saying a word and took Yin Bi to the teahouse across the street.
I chose a seat by the window on the second floor, ordered rose pastry and Junshan Maojian tea, and watched leisurely.
The position was so good that even the clenched and slightly trembling fists of the Baopu Sect disciples could be seen clearly.
The dozen or so disciples in green Taoist robes who were surrounded by the city guards downstairs were exactly the ones that Yin Biyue and the other two had met in Panlong Ridge.
Both teams looked unhappy. There was a stretcher in the middle of the black armored guards, and a person was lying on the stretcher. He Lai, as a representative, negotiated with the captain of the city guards.
He Lai's tone was very cold and authoritative, "The person is fine now, and the pills have been given to him. What else do you want?"
He exuded the aura of a person in the Barrier Breaking Stage, and looked very intimidating.
If he were at the foot of the Hengduan Mountains of the Baopu Sect, no one in the towns and villages within a hundred miles would dare to disobey him.
But in Yecheng, the city guards were not afraid of him, and even the ordinary people watching from afar were not afraid of him.
With He Lai's cultivation level, he could naturally hear those whispers, even if the gossipers were speaking in low voices and were far away. "You call this a big sect, but what kind of quality do you have?"
"Bao Pu Zong? Ha, Cangyashan was always friendly when he came into the city, and he didn't seem to cause any trouble."
"That's right. Mr. Li from the wonton stall also said that the two girls from Cangya smiled at him!"
It was Cangya Mountain again. He Lai was furious when he heard it. But at this moment, the captain of the city guard team spoke up. "According to city law, if you damage private property, you must pay twice the original price. If you cause personal injury, you must apologize and be responsible for follow-up treatment and compensation."
Before He Lai could speak, a disciple of Baopu Sect became anxious.
"Why didn't you compensate me?! Do you know how valuable that bottle of Jade Dew Pill is?"
The team leader showed a puzzled look and said seriously, "But you didn't apologize. What does this have to do with whether the pill is valuable or not?"
The faces of the disciples of Baopu Sect were filled with a mixture of shock and anger. They had never experienced anything like this before. It was understandable to apologize to a strong person, but now they were asked to apologize to an ordinary person? !
They just bumped into a vendor who was carrying a shoulder pole. The vendor was old and he flew away after being hit. It was not their fault. If they hadn't thought of being polite when out and about, they wouldn't have given him such a good pill!
He Lai was the first to calm down and regain his expressionless look. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible instead of being surrounded by people watching a good show.
He lifted his robe and half-saluted to the stretcher in the middle of the black-armored guards, "I'm sorry."
Of course, he did not take these city guards who were far inferior to him seriously, but in Yecheng, not to mention the city lord in the Mahayana realm, there were several Hinayana worshippers. These guards were from the city lord's mansion, and they had just arrived in Yecheng. The Flower Folding Meeting had not yet begun, and he did not want to cause trouble at this time.
A Baopu Sect disciple said angrily, "It's time to give way now!"
The black-armored guards stepped aside neatly, and the team leader shouted behind them, "Remember to read the city law when you return!"
The people on the street covered their mouths and laughed.
He Lai suddenly seemed to realize something. He raised his eyes and saw the two people in the teahouse. His face turned pale in an instant.
Duan Chongxuan smiled at him without giving him face.
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In the small courtyard beside the autumn lake, the magnolia is swaying slightly in the wind.
Luo Mingchuan patiently told He Yanyun about his experiences along the way.
The long dike of Yangcheng, the bandits encountered in Panlongling, the official road of Xilu, the waves of the floating sea, and Mr. Jianli's spatial magical power.
Finally, He Yanyun couldn't help but interrupt him, "Brother, this is not what I want to hear!"
Luo Mingchuan was not annoyed and said gently, "Then what do you want to hear?"
He Yanyun hesitated to speak, but finally asked, but was too embarrassed to say it too directly, so she said vaguely, "I want to know...how are you and Senior Brother Yin doing?"
What how?
The Flower Folding Meeting is approaching, and Junior Sister should be asking them about their cultivation progress.
So he smiled and said, "It's good, much better than before."
He Yanyun's eyes lit up instantly, "I knew it!"
She rushed out of the yard like a gust of wind in excitement, "Brother, you should have a good rest, I won't disturb you!"
She wanted to tell Ruan Xiaolian the good news immediately! The handkerchief and the banner were not made in vain, hahaha!
Luo Mingchuan stood in the wind, feeling very confused.
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The novelty of arriving in Yecheng quickly wore off.
On the second day, the disciples of Cangya Mountain began to practice as they did on the mountain.
Until the day of the lottery before the flower-picking party, the shores of Qiu Lake were as quiet as ever.
The drawing of lots was held at the foot of Chongming Mountain, beside the ring. Everyone went to the Shenyingbi to record their names and get numbers.
There are a total of 321 people. The first 160 people will draw lots to determine their opponents. The remaining one who is lucky will have a bye in the first round and advance directly to the second round.
No one cares whether they have the right to draw lots, because the opponent's performance depends entirely on luck.
The moment the lot was opened, something would be displayed on the shadow wall, and the lot could not be changed. Moreover, the Qinglu Sword Sect, which was the host this time, sent two elders from the Hinayana realm to maintain order.
Yin, Bi, Yue and the other two were numbered in the first 160, so they were going to draw lots.
There were crowds of people along the way, and the sound of disciples from various sects discussing was everywhere.
"Oh my! I drew the junior sister of Lianjian Sect! How can I bear to do this?" The person who spoke had a happy face.
"I drew Kaikōji Huiren, a Buddhist monk. Now there's nothing to worry about. Even if I can't beat him, I won't get hurt."
There were also some who were miserable. They were surrounded by their fellow disciples and tried to comfort them. They shouted angrily, "I don't want to fight anymore. I want to go home! I met Zhongshan in the first round. What luck!"
The drawing team moved quickly. Duan Chongxuan reported his number and began to draw lots. The lot holder was large, engraved with a magic array to isolate the divine consciousness to prevent prying eyes. Two Hinayana elders were supervising on the side. He casually reached out and drew one. After opening it, the ink-colored handwriting appeared.
The name corresponding to the number he drew lit up on the shadow wall.
The disciple who was writing on the notice board nearby immediately picked up his pen and wrote, "Cangya Mountain Duan Chongxuan vs. Baopu Sect Li Lin, fourth match on the 15th, arena number 3."
Yin Biyue didn't expect that one of the three of them would draw Baopu Sect in the first round.
The chatterbox's luck is really... quite accurate.
Next, Luo Mingchuan drew the lot and said hesitantly, "One hundred and eighty-five. I remember this is also the number of the Baopu Sect."
Sure enough, the name of Wang Zhen, the King of Baopu Sect, lit up.
The more Yin Bi complained in her heart, the probability of two of them happening in a row was too small.
By the time he finished smoking, he could no longer speak.
"Yin Biyue of Cangya Mountain vs. He Lai of Baopu Sect, first match on the 16th, arena number one."
Duan Chongxuan didn't expect it, and sighed, "The road is narrow."
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