The battle between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu has reached the highest level so far in this flower-folding meeting, both in terms of viewing value and reference value.
It is more suitable as storytelling material to enrich the cultural and entertainment life of the people of Yecheng.
Cheng Tianyu became famous at a young age and traveled around the world with the sword of the sub-sage of Qinglu Sword Sect.
Duan Chongxuan was nominally a disciple of the Sword Saint, but was more often considered a relative of the dean.
The gossip about saints should not be spoken casually, but the stories of these young geniuses are very interesting topics of conversation.
Some people also noticed the shadows of four other people behind the battle.
So this was more like a confrontation between the Qinglu Sword Sect and Cangya Mountain.
No matter what was spread outside, that night, the protagonists of the story sat on the roof and drank wine under the moonlight of Yecheng.
Duan Chongxuan felt that this was the happiest day in his life.
It's so joyful that it's hard to describe, it's all clear.
So he bought three wine bowls and three large jars of "Zui Liu Xian".
Yin Biyue was not good at drinking. To be exact, he had never drunk before.
But today he was also cheerful, and he also yearned for the heroic spirit of his third brother, who "wandered around the world with wine when he was down and out".
Luo Mingchuan sat next to him. Even though he was holding a large coarse porcelain wine bowl, he sat upright with his clothes neatly arranged, and had the demeanor of a completely gentleman - if one could ignore the slightly reddened ears.
It’s so close, so close that I can hear the breathing of the person next to me and feel the slightly cool body temperature.
This reminded him of that day in the alley, when his junior fellow apprentice helped him all the way back to Qiu Lake.
Fortunately, Duan Chongxuan's intermittent voice was heard, so that the embarrassment was not too obvious.
Duan Chongxuan was already lying on the roof, holding the wine jar and crossing his legs.
He seemed to be intoxicated by the moonlight, and his speech became incoherent.
“I actually used the beacon fire and smoke signals. How could I use it? I always thought I couldn’t do it. You are indeed my father’s son. You are really my biological son. I admire myself so much. Dad, I miss you so much…”
Yin Biyue felt that he was really embarrassing.
You are so old, but you still call me dad when you are drunk.
If the girls in Yecheng saw him like this, they wouldn't have to worry about traveling anymore.
Luo Mingchuan just smiled and shook his head.
Duan Chongxuan suddenly stood up and walked to the eaves.
The night wind made his clothes dance and his sleeves flutter, as if he was going home with the wind.
He sang to the moon with clear pronunciation and correct pitch.
"Looking at the deep valleys, I feel resentful of the distance; climbing the high peaks, I feel sad about the distance... At that time, the left border of Han Dynasty was slanted, and the northern land was in the south; the white dew warmed the sky, and the white moon was flowing across the sky. I pondered the Qi chapter and presented the article diligently..."
Just when Yin Biyue thought he was sober, he fell off the eaves.
After a moment, a vague voice came, "I'm fine--"
Then there was the sound of him opening and closing the door.
So there were only two people and a bright moon left on the roof.
The summer night breeze brings the scent of water from the autumn lake and the smell of grass, trees and soil.
In the near distance is the golden autumn lake, and in the far distance are the tall buildings, streets and warm yellow lights of Yecheng.
Such a night view and evening breeze are enough to make people forget all their worries for a while.
Even after daybreak, the road to cultivation is still long and difficult, and the crises both overt and covert are still there, but so what?
Drink while you can.
Yin Biyue hadn't used his true essence to make wine, but he was already feeling a little tipsy.
He originally planned to talk to Luo Mingchuan after the third round of the flower folding meeting, because the chatterbox had mentioned before that his eyes were not right and his mood was a problem.
But perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened him, he suddenly felt that it would be better to do it today than to wait for another day.
Luo Mingchuan saw the man beside him put down his wine bowl and looked him in the eye seriously, "Let's talk."
He was startled and replied, "Okay."
"Brother, have you been in a bad mood recently?"
Luo Mingchuan felt that this man must be drunk, so he could only smile helplessly and said, "No."
If Yin Biyue was fully awake, he would never say it so bluntly, "Impossible! Eyes can't deceive people!"
Luo Mingchuan's smile froze on his face.
He drank a bowl of wine, and the 'Zui Liu Xian' tasted bitter in his mouth.
Junior brother actually noticed it... How could it be possible?
As expected, did he underestimate his junior fellow apprentice? It seems that he should be more careful in the future.
He knew that there was nothing wrong with his state of mind, he just started practicing the second level of Galan's Eye Technique.
Zheng Wei's murderous intent was indeed horrifying, but it was far from enough to shake his determination to follow the Tao.
What really made him feel threatened was that with his current strength, he was unable to fight against the will of those big shots and protect his fellow apprentice from harm.
The method of Galan's pupil technique was very strange, and he could not believe that it was an orthodox Buddhist technique.
But since this is the fastest way to advance now, he has no choice.
Luo Mingchuan looked into Yin Biyue's eyes.
The night was as dark as ink, but not darker than his eyes. He said,
"Junior brother, I'm not in a bad mood, and nothing happened."
Yin Biyue felt that he had drunk too much and was actually dizzy for a moment.
But it’s good that he’s not there. I feel relieved without him.
He filled his glass with wine again, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and remembered the night he came back from the academy, when the moon was also so bright, like a clear silver plate.
Since he came down from the mountain and entered the world, many things have happened along the way, some big and some small. He met many people, some he disliked and some he admired.
But he has companions who fight together with him, Cangya has senior brothers and sisters who are waiting for him to return, and somewhere in the world, he has a cheap master who is doing great things.
This is good, he doesn't know how to describe it.
It seemed that only here did he truly live.
He was very happy and drank bowl after bowl of it happily.
The moon appeared double in his eyes.
He no longer wanted to follow the path of "good friends walking together in the early stage, but betraying and stabbing each other in the later stage".
Luo Mingchuan is a companion, not the protagonist.
He doesn't want to be a villain anymore, he wants to live a good life in this world.
At this time, Yin Biyue did not know that in life, many things are beyond one's control.
Yecheng is located in the north of Nanlu, and the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. After midnight, the night wind becomes colder.
Yin Biyue began to feel colder, but he had no consciousness to circulate his true energy. Instead, he felt that drinking wine made him warm.
When he found that his wine jar was empty, he unconsciously went to grab the one next to him.
A slightly cool breath suddenly blew into Luo Mingchuan's arms, and he was stunned for a moment.
The person next to him took the wine jar and tried to leave, but Luo Mingchuan held his hand.
Perhaps it was because the night wind was too strong, he could hear his own voice trembling.
"Junior brother, excessive drinking is harmful to your health. You must stop drinking."
Yin Biyue felt the temperature coming from her fingers, and the warmth enveloping her whole body, which was familiar and inexplicably reassuring.
His last thought was... It was really warm.
Luo Mingchuan sat stiffly on the eaves.
The moonlight falls on the person in his arms, three thousand white lights shining brilliantly, and his face is as cold and clear as snow falling on a heavy building.
Only her thin lips are a little red, like white snow and red plum blossoms, dazzling and moving.
With the clear aroma of wine and a chill, the person in my arms closed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Luo Mingchuan moved closer before he could hear what he was saying.
After listening, he fell silent.
The distant lights went out one by one, everything was silent in the long night, and the moonlight became brighter.
His voice drifted on the wind.
"Junior brother, as long as I, Luo Mingchuan, am alive, I will protect you."
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