After a long period of evolution, the Zhehua Society entered the second round, and half of its disciples were gone. Some stayed indoors to recuperate from injuries, some were sorting out their feelings from the previous round of battles, and some small sects had already left Yecheng because no disciple from the entire sect entered the second round.
There are fewer disciples participating in the competition, but there are no fewer people in Yecheng.
Many people come here.
The senior masters wanted to see what level the young people in the cultivation world could reach. Has the "Age of Stars" predicted by the dean finally arrived?
In order to encourage the disciples of their own sect, fellow contestants who had participated in the flower-folding competition before came to share their combat experiences with their junior fellow disciples.
On this day, the sun was scorching and the heat was oppressive.
A group of practitioners in green Taoist robes came to Yecheng.
They were not there to watch the competition, nor to encourage their fellow disciples.
They are here to meet someone.
"That Yin Biyue, is he a bye in this match?"
The person questioning him was polishing his sword in front of the table.
The sword was very long and the blade was jet black. Even the glaring sunlight from the window that fell on it seemed to be completely absorbed by it and did not reflect any light at all.
Not only the sword, but also the man who polishes it. He sits by the window, and the sunlight retreats.
Although he was asking a question, his expression was indifferent and he didn't even glance at the person next to him.
"Yes, senior brother." He Lai was able to get out of bed. His injuries had almost healed. He stood beside the desk with a very respectful look.
The young man who asked the question did not speak again, his eyes still fixed on the sword.
After a long time, so long that He Lai couldn't stand the invisible pressure around him anymore and cold sweat ran down his back.
The young man spoke.
"That's all. Practice your sword skills well in the future and don't embarrass yourself again."
He was so overjoyed that he lifted his skirt and bowed.
"Yes! Thank you, Senior Brother! Thank you, Senior Brother!"
He knew that when the other party said "let's stop here", he didn't mean to forget it, but that he had agreed to solve the problem, so he stopped here.
The young man waved his hand and said calmly, "Go down."
How could he fold his sleeves, bow and leave?
After he left, the elder leading the Baopu Sect came closer, stopped at a polite distance, and asked in a low voice, "Have you decided to take action?"
If we go by seniority, this situation would be extremely absurd.
But in the Baopu Sect, no one dared to think anything was wrong.
The young man frowned slightly. He knew the meaning of this question. It was nothing more than a concern for the Sword Master, advising him not to kill him.
So he said, "I will not kill him."
The elder of Baopu Sect breathed a sigh of relief, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he left silently.
The young man was still polishing his sword.
He said he wouldn't kill, and that's true.
However, serious injuries, disability, and severed meridians are not considered fatal.
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The second round of the flower-folding party has begun, and there are two things that are most widely circulated in Yecheng.
One is that Fengyu Sword and the Sword Saint's disciples met on a narrow road and challenged each other to a fight in public.
Because the two parties were taken back by their fellow brothers, the matter had no result, but everyone believed that Zhong Shan and Yin Biyue would fight in the end. It was a pity that Yin Biyue was not in the round this time, which was really regrettable.
In contrast, the second piece of news made people feel cold in their hearts. It was said that someone had seen Zheng Wei, the second of the "Baopu Seven Sons", at Xinshui Bridge in the north of the city.
The authenticity of this rumor is very doubtful, and many people do not believe that Zheng Wei would come out of retirement just to watch a flower-folding party.
If he really came, what did he want to do? Did he want to kill someone again?
But this is Yecheng. Does he really want to challenge the city lord's prestige?
No matter who comes or who doesn't, the flower folding party has been going on in an orderly manner so far.
The second round of competition was even more exciting and thrilling. In order to facilitate spectators, only two of the original four arenas were opened. As a result, the competition process was slowed down to a great extent.
Without time limits and tie rules, two equally matched opponents could sometimes fight from early morning to sunset until a winner was decided.
In such a fierce competition, the fight between Luo Mingchuan and Pu Hong of Xingshan Temple was particularly different.
According to the people who watched the fight, Cangya's first disciple did not use a sword or a teaching whip, but instead used a body and palm technique to break the long-famous Compassion Palm of Xingshan Temple. The two stopped fighting halfway and started discussing Buddhism.
The people in the audience were confused and had no idea what was going on.
It sounded absurd that the disciples of Cangya Mountain discussed Buddhism with the Buddhist monks of Xingshan Temple. But at sunset, Puhong smiled, admitted defeat, and left the stage.
Yin Biyue did not see this wonderful Buddhist debate.
Because he was at the critical point of sitting and observing himself, he had entered into some kind of mysterious state.
He closed his eyes in the room and concentrated on observing the outside world. He could see the patterns on the jade table, the falling petals of the magnolia in the courtyard, the sparkling autumn lake, and the countless mansions and the bustling city of Ye.
Looking back at your own body, you can see the beating of your heart, the circulation of your vital energy and the flow of your blood.
Not with the eyes.
What we see with our eyes may not be true.
He sees with his spirit, so there is nothing obstructed.
He felt the surging of true energy in his meridians, rolling through like a great river splitting mountains and rocks, and it also brought a bone-chilling chill. For the first time in his life, this chill did not bring him pain, but instead gave him a cool and comfortable feeling.
He guided them, guided the true essence to flow into the netherworld, just like thousands of rivers eventually flow into the sea.
For a moment, I had the illusion that the heaven and earth were merging with myself.
But is the vast ocean the end?
This is the fourth day that Yin Biyue has been secluded.
The temperature in the courtyard had dropped to autumn level, and a thin layer of frost had accumulated on the stone slabs. The magnolia flowers could not withstand the cold and fell all over the ground.
When the cold wind blows, it feels like thousands of snow waves are hitting the shore.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree with a calm expression, "Sit and meditate on yourself, Junior Brother is about to break through the barrier."
Duan Chongxuan said solemnly, "Unfortunately, I have a competition to attend now, so I'll leave this to you, Fourth Senior Brother."
Luo Mingchuan nodded, his eyes firm.
However, his fists were clenched tightly beneath his sleeves, and his palms were filled with cold sweat.
He knew that it was a critical moment for his junior brother to break through the obstacles and there was no room for any mistakes.
Most of the disciples of Cangya Mountain were already watching the fight on the stage. No one was practicing sword skills by Qiu Lake, and there was no sound in the courtyards. It was empty and lonely.
After Duan Chongxuan left, Luo Mingchuan was the only one left in the courtyard closest to the lake.
There are not only autumn frost and falling flowers, but also Luo Mingchuan's wide sleeves swaying slightly in the wind.
The summer heat wave blows here and instantly turns into a bleak autumn breeze.
The chill became increasingly severe, with even wisps of sword energy floating in it, as the sword intent of the Hanshui Sword began to overflow.
Luo Mingchuan's heart sank. Junior brother was using a sword?
Could it be that I encountered shackles while breaking through the obstacles?
Yin Biyue frowned slightly.
The underworld is the sea, but it is not the end.
The obstacles to be broken are the obstacles of the mind, so one should seek to see one’s true mind.
So his consciousness floated over the sea. This was the first time he saw the sea in his body.
He knew that every practitioner, after breaking through the Concentrated Mind Realm, would have his own 'sea'. All the true essence in the body was stored here, flowing to every meridian, circulating back and forth for a week, and then merging into the sea.
As long as life continues, the sea will never dry up. And only when the barriers are broken, the sea can be "seen".
At this time, the sea was covered with white fog, blocking out the sun and the sky. He wanted to see everything clearly, but he was powerless, as if he was not the master of the sea.
He did not go through the painful and difficult processes of training Qi, strengthening marrow, and concentrating the mind.
He didn't know why the Sword Saint accepted him as his apprentice, why the Master wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan, or even... why he wanted to be a villain in the first place?
There are too many confusions and too many misunderstandings.
The mental barrier has not been broken, so the fog remains.
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The weather outside the courtyard was extremely hot and humid. The whole Yecheng was like a huge steamer, making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly the sky turned cloudy, and the wind blew from all directions, sweeping across the sky and the ground. It blew up the wine signs and lanterns on the small building, the thin clothes hung on bamboo poles in the courtyard, and the tobacco smoke that spread ten miles outside the Autumn Lake in the south of the city.
Someone opened the window and shouted, "It's going to rain! Go home, close the windows and put away the clothes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thunder roared in the distance! The long street that was noisy just now was suddenly empty.
The summer rain in the South Continent was as fast as a swimming dragon. Thunder roared continuously, and raindrops as big as beans fell hard, stirring up dust. The rain curtain soon formed a piece, enveloping the entire Yecheng in the wind and rain.
With the power of strong winds, thunder and lightning, it brought forth a terrible force that cleansed the heaven and earth.
Through the rain curtain, the two sides greeted each other on the stage.
A thin layer of true energy flowed through the bodies of the disciples below the stage, blocking out the rain.
As for the stands on the east side, not even the ground was wet.
Duan Chongxuan on the stage bowed his hands as a greeting, "Please enlighten me."
Xu Guang asked, "I heard that the burning talisman is made of heavenly fire and is not affected by rain. Is this true?"
Duan Chongxuan was stunned for a moment. He thought the other party was simply curious, so he answered sincerely, "Yes."
Xu Guang turned around and shouted to the deacon disciple, "I give up!——"
Duan Chongxuan was completely stunned, because... he had never thought of using talisman paper.
After Xu Guang stepped down, he said to the Lianjian disciples beside him, "Anyway, I was lucky to pass the first round. When facing this kind of person who has no idea how many talismans he has, let those from Qinglu Sword Sect who regard honor as their life fight."
The disciple showed a sympathetic look, "In fact, even if you win the fight, can the senior sisters let you go?"
Xu Guang looked at his senior and junior sisters who were staring at the arena with shining eyes, thought about it carefully, and felt that it made sense.
Duan Chongxuan bowed to the audience, turned around and rushed towards Qiu Lake.
Heavy rain fell on the Autumn Lake, stirring up thousands of ripples, and schools of green and red carp floated up. The gray tile roofs of the courtyards by the lake were covered with mist, as if covered by a layer of green smoke.
Raindrops dripped down the eaves, forming strings of beads that hit the stone steps in front of the house. Falling into the courtyard, it became a chilly autumn rain.
The autumn wind and rain make people depressing.
However, at this moment, what was murderous was not the autumn rain, but the murderous intent that emerged from behind the rain curtain.
Luo Mingchuan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.
He seldom held a sword on a daily basis, but the movements came out smoothly and naturally.
His eyes were fixed on the eaves opposite, where stood a man wearing green clothes and holding a long sword, with a look of frightening indifference.
The wind and rain retreated and could not get within three feet of him.
No one could see how he came. It seemed like he appeared there out of thin air in the blink of an eye.
Yin Biyue had set up a formation in the courtyard before. The sound of flags tearing could be heard everywhere, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, which was particularly sharp and piercing.
An aura of desolation and death enveloped the entire courtyard.
If you haven't killed thousands of people, it's impossible to have such a strong murderous intent.
Luo Mingchuan saw his Taoist robe and sword, and recognized this man, Zheng Wei.
So he no longer took up the sword.
Because the sword he used to stab Zheng Wei could not be faster than the sword Zheng Wei used to stab the people in the house while standing on the roof.
There was only a junior fellow student in the room who was trying to break through the obstacles.
When Zheng Wei became famous, there was no term "Baopu Seven Sons". Even two of them were not born yet.
Unlike those who became famous for their cultivation level or fighting with others, Zheng Wei became famous for killing people.
So many people have come to a consensus that Zheng Wei’s hobby is not practicing swordsmanship, but killing people.
The person standing on the eaves has a distant gaze, as if he is looking at the lake and the rain.
Because in his eyes, whether it was Luo Mingchuan who was breaking through the barrier, Yin Biyue who was breaking through the barrier in the house, or even Duan Chongxuan who was struggling outside the courtyard wall, they were all like mayflies and ants, and could be killed at any time. They were not worth watching.
It’s better to look at the lake, the wind and rain.
Before Duan Chongxuan approached Qiu Lake, he felt the murderous intent as vast as the sea of annihilation.
He began to run towards the courtyard, passing through the heavy rain, splashing countless puddles of water, but was stopped outside the courtyard wall.
An invisible force blocked this place. He wanted to go further, but he couldn't lift his legs. It felt like a mountain was pressing down on him.
Without hesitation, he held up a paper umbrella.
The purpose of holding an umbrella at this time is certainly not to avoid rain.
The mountain turned into a huge rock weighing more than a thousand pounds, and Duan Chongxuan staggered forward under the umbrella.
He guessed who was on the roof. Not to mention his current level of concentration, even if anyone from the initial stage of Hinayana came, he would have wanted to retreat three feet.
But he couldn't retreat because his senior brother was still inside.
Duan Chongxuan wanted to take the sword, but his hand reached into his sleeve and found nothing. For the first time in his life, he regretted that he was not diligent in his practice.
Because he found that no matter what sword he had, it was useless in front of Zheng Wei.
So he held the umbrella in one hand and raised an arrow in the other.
But he knew in his heart that with his current level of cultivation, this arrow could penetrate the wall and energy barrier in front of him, but it might not be able to get close to the man.
Until this moment, he finally agreed with what his father said, "Although the magic weapon is good, it must be used by the people."
The rain grew heavier and heavier, and thunder roared across the wilderness.
Yin Biyue, who was in a state of no one in the room, could not feel the wind and rain, but could feel the killing intent. It was like a steel needle piercing through the roof, sharp and unmatched, and accurately landed on his back.
There is a sharp edge behind you, but there is no way to retreat.
Not only him, but also everyone under the magnolia trees and outside the courtyard wall were also trapped in the wind and rain, with no way to retreat.
The person on the roof recognized the umbrella and arrow in Duan Chongxuan's hand, his eyebrows slightly raised, but there was still no ripple in his eyes.
He did not think that it was brave to take the arrow at this time. On the contrary, he thought it was stupid.
Mayflies and ants, knowing that something cannot be done but still doing it, it is all in vain.
Luo Mingchuan no longer held the sword, but he looked at Zheng Wei.
The color of the pupils slowly changes from warm amber to black as deep as the abyss, strange yet natural.
If Yin Biyue was here, he would recognize that this was the Galan pupil technique.
The eyes are always faster than the sword.
Yin Biyue knew that the best way now was to give up breaking the barrier.
But he didn't want this.
He didn't want to care about the mysteries, didn't want to know the answers to those questions, and didn't even want to care about the murderous intent behind him.
He just wants to live well in this world. He wants to have power.
So he drew his sword and slashed!
How can we break through the fog if it doesn’t dissipate?
Since you can't see through it, you have to cut it open!
He was still sitting on the mat with his eyes closed, but on the sea, the Yihu sword had already been unsheathed!
At the same time, Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan felt the aura in the room surge, and the cold water sword intent surged out.
At a critical moment, there is only one step left to break through the obstacle.
If the person on the eaves wants to take action, now is the best time!
Luo Mingchuan's pupils had completely turned into a dark black, and the true energy on Duan Chongxuan's arrow was also overflowing.
However, in a moment, the wind and rain of heaven and earth were silent for a moment.
The figure on the eaves glanced towards the south of the city, frowned slightly, and then disappeared in the rain out of thin air.
The cold and desolate murderous intent also dissipated like the receding tide of the sea, leaving no trace.
The roof tiles where he stood were quickly wetted by the rain.
The whole yard seemed as if nothing had ever happened except wind and rain.
Luo Mingchuan's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and he staggered two steps before he stood firm.
To face the overwhelming pressure from the Hinayana realm without retreating is, in the eyes of many people, an incredible thing.
Duan Chongxuan outside the courtyard wall let out a long sigh, and could no longer hold on, so he leaned against the wall and sat in the mud.
The paper umbrella was thrown aside dejectedly. His hair was wet with sweat and rain.
Zheng Wei seemed to come and go inexplicably. That was because at their current level, they were still unable to understand the confrontation above the Hinayana level.
Luo Mingchuan dared to relax because he noticed that when Zheng Wei left, he glanced in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.
Yin Biyue's sword had already slashed into the sea.
The unstoppable sword pierces through the fog!
The blue sea is calm, and there is a path to the fairyland. In a moment, the clear light spreads for thousands of miles!
His body became light and relaxed. A strong wind suddenly arose, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered and transformed into true essence as he exhaled, flowing into the sea. The vast sea was filled with waves of joy, and expanded by more than twice its size.
He calmly guided the flow of true energy in every inch of his meridians until the rivers and seas were calm and peaceful.
Summer rainstorms are the most hasty. From the beginning of the rain to the complete cessation, it only takes half a cup of tea.
The dark clouds clear, and the evening sun shines.
Clear light shone through the sky from the west, interweaving with mist and haze and sprinkling towards the world.
Yecheng gradually became lively, the hawkers' shouts rang out again, children treaded in the water on the blue bricks, and people moved round stools to sit on the street, enjoying the long-lost coolness.
The flower-picking meeting at the foot of Chongming Mountain ended a day of competition, and the disciples of various sects began to walk towards the city one by one. They sighed that this timely rain washed away the scorching heat of half a month.
By the Qiu Lake, Yin Biyue pushed the door open and walked out.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, with water pooling at his feet and a little frost on the hem of his robe. However, his smile was warm, like a spring breeze.
Duan Chongxuan was sitting under a tree, catching his breath. When he saw him come out, he also smiled.
"Congratulations to Fourth Brother for breaking through the barrier."
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