When Yin Biyue came down from the stage, the steward of Qinglu Sword Sect forgot to announce the winner, the people of Baopu Sect forgot to go up to the stage to help people, and the disciples of Cangya Mountain forgot to cheer.
A summer breeze blew through the elm tree, and the lush branches and leaves near the side of the arena, after experiencing the ravages of fire and ice, finally fell in the wind.
The frost melted away, leaving a shallow pool of water on the stage with dead leaves floating on it. It was like an autumn rain that suddenly fell, washing away the heat of the dog days of summer and bringing the chill to the world.
The deacon disciple suddenly came back to his senses and shouted, "This match is over! Cangya Mountain Yin Biyue wins!"
This was like a signal. Not only the Cangya Mountain disciples, but also many people under the stage, all waved their swords in cheers. The sound spread far away, and the people of Yecheng in the distance also applauded.
The disciples of the Baopu Sect rushed onto the stage and helped the pale-faced He Lai down from the left and right.
Duan Chongxuan laughed loudly and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, from now on I will serve you tea, pour water and pass you swords. It all depends on you to protect me!"
This was naturally a joke, and the disciples of Cangya Mountain all laughed and congratulated Yin Biyue.
Only Luo Mingchuan still frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"
When he asked, everyone remembered that this victory was so beautiful that they forgot that Yin Biyue had just faced such a fierce sword intent, and now they were all worried.
Yin Biyue shook his head, "No."
Luo Mingchuan looked at him carefully, and his expression finally relaxed. "Go back and rest."
The disciples of Cangya Mountain spontaneously made way for Luo Mingchuan to accompany him back to Qiu Lake first.
Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to walk all the way, but when he looked up, he could vaguely see a colorful umbrella more than ten feet away.
Knowing that he would only cause trouble to his senior brothers along the way, he could only say to them, "See you at Qiuhu Lake tonight. Have a good rest, senior brother."
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue walked towards Yecheng.
As soon as they left, the two great figures who were half a step away from Mahayana on the east stand also began to say goodbye. The elders on the stage were busy standing up to salute and rearrange the seats; the deacons and disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect went up to clean up the accumulated water on the arena; half of the people from the Baopu Sect had already left, and it was said that they were carrying He Lai to find the medical practitioner from the Jiekong Temple.
I don't know when Zhong Shan and Song Tang left.
The fight was still going on, but there were fewer people around the ring.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were walking in Yecheng.
Today is the Lesser Heat season, and the sun is scorching, making the bluestone slabs appear bright.
The long street was empty, without any human voices or dog barking, as if the whole city was in a deep nap.
Only the summer cicadas chirped tirelessly.
In the scorching hot summer, Luo Mingchuan felt a slight chill emanating from Yin Biyue.
Along the way from Cangya Mountain to Yecheng, Luo Mingchuan had discovered that his body temperature was usually low, especially at night.
Duan Chongxuan once joked, "It's so cool walking next to Fourth Senior Brother. It's even cooler than carrying the fire-avoiding beads."
Because Yin Biyue had been honing his sword skills by the cold pond at Xihua Peak for many years, he was filled with cold air.
This is not surprising. The martial arts techniques and spiritual talents of spiritual practitioners will slightly change the physique of the cultivator.
But now, after Yin Biyue had just used the Cold Water Sword, the chill became abnormally strong.
So Luo Mingchuan stopped, looked at the boy's face, and asked seriously,
"Junior brother, are you feeling unwell?"
Yin Biyue remained silent.
He didn't expect Luo Mingchuan to be so perceptive. It was obvious that he had controlled his breathing and pace to perfection.
He was indeed not injured, but after all, he had fought across borders, and "Treading on Mountains and Rivers" rapidly consumed his spiritual consciousness and mental strength, and the last sword had exhausted all his true energy...
He had been highly focused throughout the battle, but when he suddenly relaxed, he felt a slight chill seeping through his bones and meridians.
It is the unfinished meaning of the Hanshui Sword.
In the past, this kind of minor problem could be solved by simply circulating the true energy once.
But he had no true energy and no strength now. After being asked by Luo Mingchuan, he felt a wave of fatigue coming over him.
I'm too lazy to even take two steps, can you drag me back?
...Haha, this is too embarrassing.
Yin Biyue pursed her lips and said, "Nothing, let's go."
Luo Mingchuan did not move, with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Actually, it's like this... I just stood under the scorching sun for too long. Maybe it's the heat that has caught my attention. I feel a little dizzy now... Junior brother, are you willing to give me a hand?"
After saying that, he smiled embarrassedly.
Yin Biyue seemed to see the scene of him and Luo Mingchuan crawling back to Qiu Lake.
Senior Brother Luo!
Are you kidding me! Why did the barrier-breaking realm cause heatstroke?!
If someone else said this, Yin Biyue would never believe it.
But Quan Cangya knew that Luo Mingchuan was a gentleman and would never lie.
Yin Biyue had already begun to have wild thoughts. Could it be that the other party had practiced some special skills and could not stay in the sun for a long time? ...
He looked at the long street filled with hot summer air and found that there was no one, not even a dog.
So he nodded and said, "Okay!"
Help me if you can!
We supported each other and climbed back to Qiu Lake together!
...But such an embarrassing thing must not be known to a third person.
Yin Bi took two steps closer, stretched out his hand, and supported Luo Mingchuan's right arm. The person being supported leaned slightly towards him.
A strange and warm breath hit me in the face.
Although we have been getting along well together all the way, the initial feeling of discomfort when someone got within three feet of us is no longer there.
But they had never been this close before, and Yin Biyue still felt uncomfortable.
Luo Mingchuan thanked me sincerely, "Thank you for your help, Junior Brother."
“…It’s no trouble.”
After taking two steps, the expected difficulty did not appear. Instead, Yin Biyue quickly discovered...
As expected, it's really warm for someone who has heat stroke! ～（≧▽≦）/～
The coldness in his body seeped out from his bones and meridians, and no matter how hot the sun was, it could not dispel it.
But supporting Luo Mingchuan was obviously different.
Luo Mingchuan's skin seemed to be flowing with a thin layer of true energy, warm and dry, which was transmitted to his body through his Taoist robe.
The damp chill disappeared, and every inch of my bones felt like it was basking in the warm sunshine.
Is this... a severe heat stroke that caused the true energy to dissipate? Will he faint?
Yin Biyue already had the strength to help the person closer, and walked towards Qiuhu step by step.
The chirping of cicadas echoed throughout the long street, and the breeze swayed the shadows of the trees.
In the midsummer of Yecheng, two young men in white Taoist robes supported each other as they walked through the winding and narrow streets.
The lanterns on the eaves of the wealthy houses swayed gently in the wind, and behind the thousands of mansions was the sparkling lake.
At this moment, they both thought they were each other's support.
******
"How did Sword Saint disciple Yin Biyue defeat the fifth-ranked 'Baopu Seven Sons' at the Flower Folding Contest?"
The news spread to every corner of Yecheng at the fastest speed, and then to Nanlu and the whole world.
Every detail of that battle has been passed down. How the two sides drew their swords, how the battle went through twists and turns, how dangerous it was, every teahouse and tavern in Nanlu can let customers experience it in person.
But those with more combat experience still have doubts.
'Treading on Mountains and Rivers' versus 'Ascending to the Blue Clouds', 'Baopu Bagua' versus 'Han Shui', are originally evenly matched responses, but how come one of them is at a higher level? How did Yin Biyue win?
Just sword intent?
His realm is limited. Can he really display perfect sword intent with a dead branch?
Then the direction of Yin Bi's sword was noticed.
A speculation has spread that the Hanshui Sword defeated the enemy with one strike, not by suppressing it, but by breaking it.
He cracked the Bagua Sword.
"Ridiculous! The Bagua Sword has thousands of variations. I have studied swordplay for a hundred years but I dare not say I have mastered it. How can a young man who has lived for less than twenty years break it?!"
When the leader of the Baopu Sect heard this, he immediately became furious.
He Lai lying on the bed looked pale.
He was originally the one with the greatest hope of winning the flower picking competition in Baopu Sect.
But he was unlucky and met Yin Biyue in the first round.
The injuries to the skin, flesh and bones can be cured by precious medicines, but how can the cracks in the heart of Tao be healed?
But he is one of the 'Seven Sons of Baopu', and he is the Li Gua of the Bagua Sword Formation. If he is not there, how can the sword formation be formed?
For Baopu Zong, this issue is more important than his injury.
In order for him to achieve a harmonious Tao heart and complete the sword formation, the Baopu Sect must do something.
The elder carved a jade slip, and after it was completed, he immediately turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Hengduan Mountains in the western continent.
"Do you really think that there is no one in my sect?"
******
In the following days, during the flower-folding meeting, more Buddhists came from Jiekong Temple and Xingshan Temple. Their great hand seal and indestructible body were truly amazing. In Lianjian Sect, Chu Huan, who was known as the best spiritual practitioner among the younger generation, came to the scene and performed the Art of Reviving Dead Trees. There was also a fellow disciple from Zhongshan of Qinglu Sword Sect, who wielded the Flying Feather Sword with a gleaming light. Even a disciple from a little-known sect in Donglu rose to prominence and became the second winner to cross the border...
In the first round of the flower folding competition, many young people showed amazing talents and attainments.
But no scene was more exciting than the one between Yin Biyue and He Lai.
Therefore, the next fight between the Sword Saint's disciples became particularly anticipated.
At the end of the first round, 162 people advanced to the next round and will be divided into 81 groups.
This time, the last 81 people would draw lots. Yin Biyue and the other two did not need to draw lots again, they only needed to wait for their names to be drawn.
Yin Biyue had been meditating in his room for the past few days. After the battle with He Lai, he had gained a lot of insights, so he stayed indoors and carefully sorted them out. Sitting and observing himself, the threshold to breaking through the barrier became clearer and clearer.
On this day, the draw results came out.
He pushed open the door and saw Chatterbox was about to go out.
"Fourth Senior Brother is going to Shenyingbi to see the lottery results?"
Yin Biyue nodded.
The chatterbox laughed and said, "There's a place where news is faster, why go to a far place?"
Yin Bi understood more and more that the chatterbox was inviting her to visit a brothel, no, a teahouse again.
According to the custom of people in Yecheng to watch and talk about the excitement, news from teahouses is indeed the fastest.
He glanced at the closed door of Luo Mingchuan's room opposite, not knowing whether he was in the room or had already gone out.
That day he helped Luo Mingchuan back and sent him into the house. He made sure that he was fine before leaving, so there shouldn't be any problem.
Yin Biyue didn't understand why the chatterbox dared to go out on the street. It was obvious that every time he went out on the street, he made it look like a parade for public display.
When they walked out of Qiu Lake, passed through the mansions of the nobles in the south of the city, and walked on the main street of Ye City, a few girls looked at them with resentful eyes. Chatterbox sighed, "Two days ago, I was blocked at the city gate, so I said, 'I already have someone in my heart, I love someone, and I will marry her in this life.'... This really worked."
Yin Biyue suddenly realized, no wonder, your acting style has changed from a golden bachelor to an older infatuated man.
It was still the Taihe Building that day. Before it reached the busiest time after dark, the hall was still full.
Yin Biyue and the other person walked towards the second floor.
He didn't know that his reputation was now no less than that of a chatterbox, and many people noticed him when he went up the stairs.
It’s just that no cultivators used their spiritual sense to spy on him because they were afraid, and no one looked at him recklessly because they were in awe.
The next moment, the noisy teahouse suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
A long robe with ink-splashed landscape painting appeared before him.
They want to go upstairs and the other party wants to go downstairs.
The stairs are wide enough for three people to walk side by side.
But the other party obviously had no intention of going down.
Yin Biyue raised his eyes and looked over.
Rather than his face, the first thing I saw was his sword.
Wind and Rain Sword.
Zhongshan.
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