When Yin Biyue woke up, he saw the flowing gauze tent directly above his head and smelled the soothing fragrance floating in the air. The light and cool smell made people clear their minds.
His mind went blank for a moment, then he sat up suddenly and began to pound the bed uncontrollably.
He thought of everything that happened last night and felt that his head was filled with "Zui Liuxian".
I actually drank too much!
Even after drinking too much, he still talked to Luo Mingchuan about life!
I didn't achieve anything in life! I just believed whatever they said! I even stole their wine! And I fell asleep!
It doesn't matter if he fell asleep! He even pulled someone's sleeve and said, "I just want to live a good life."
Fuck you!
How can you say such things that expose your identity?
Huh? What happened after that? Why isn't he on the roof now?
...The Chatterbox had fallen down a long time ago, and it must have been Luo Mingchuan who dragged him back!
Did he act crazy while drunk? Did he shout out his villain declaration? Did he spit all over him?
It's so embarrassing!
Yin Biyue was immersed in self-contempt. At this moment, a familiar voice came from the courtyard, "Junior brother, it's time to get up..."
Without thinking, he shouted, "I'm not here!——"
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Tragedy of life.
Yin Biyue almost raised his hand to stab himself with a sword.
He felt that he must have established the image of a great idiot in Luo Mingchuan's mind.
He got up with a wooden face, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, and his own voice repeated over and over again in his mind: "I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here..." Then he silently went to open the door.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, smiling as always, polite and friendly, without the slightest hint of joking.
Yin Biyue felt a glimmer of hope...
Maybe I wasn't drunk at all yesterday?
No one heard the "I'm not here" that I just said to cover up my mistake?
At this moment, Chatterbox opened the door and asked in surprise, "Eh? Fourth Senior Brother? Aren't you not here?"
…
It’s unfortunate for the master.
The corners of Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
Fortunately, Luo Mingchuan cleared his cough in time and said, "Since both of you are awake, let's go."
Yin Biyue suddenly remembered that Luo Mingchuan had a competition today, and he and Hua Lao had agreed to go watch it together.
A strong sense of guilt immediately arose in my heart, and I regretted having dragged him to drink and talk about life last night.
Third Brother is right! Drinking really messes things up!
Duan Chongxuan also looked ashamed.
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "I drank a little yesterday and slept very well last night. I woke up today feeling refreshed and in good spirits."
Yin Biyue finally felt a little comforted, "That's good, let's go now."
When he stood in the stage and watched the two sides greet each other, he felt that he was more focused than Luo Mingchuan.
In the first round, Luo Mingchuan faced off against Wang Zhen of the Baopu Sect, using his sword as a stick and the school's teaching whip.
In the second round, he had a bye and was in retreat at Qiuhu Lake to break through the barriers, so he did not watch the match between Luo Mingchuan and Pu Hong of Xingshan Temple. It was said that the two of them were discussing Buddhism, and Pu Hong thought it was better to end it.
But whether it is wielding the teaching stick or chanting Buddhist verses, they are other people's means and naturally cannot be what Luo Mingchuan is best at.
He really wanted to see how many skills Luo Mingchuan knew and what his strongest backup was.
Yin Biyue looked around the field silently and found that Song Tang, Zhong Shan and Cheng Tianyu had all come from the Qinglu Sword Sect. Almost everyone from the Baopu Sect, except Zheng Wei, had also come.
It seems that those who want to understand you are not only your companions, but also your opponents and even enemies.
Judging from realm alone, Luo Mingchuan is the highest among the disciples of Cangya Mountain, and is also said to be the one with the greatest chance of defeating Zhongshan and winning the championship.
Therefore, even though this game seemed to be a sure win, there were still many people coming to watch.
Opposite Luo Mingchuan stood a disciple who was born in the borderland of the Western Continent. His sect was not well-known, but his personal cultivation was good, and his manner of bowing and saluting was also very correct. "I have long heard of Senior Brother Luo's great reputation. It is a great honor for me to fight with him on the same stage today."
Duan Chongxuan whispered, "This person is a spiritual practitioner. His innate spiritual veins are very rare, and the skills he practices are also rare. In the last round, he even defeated a disciple from the Lianjian Sect."
Yin Biyue nodded and saw Luo Mingchuan humbly reply, "Thank you for your praise. I don't deserve it. Please."
The man was no longer polite, he raised his right hand slightly, and his fingers flew.
Countless tiny water droplets appeared in front of him and quickly condensed into a thin water curtain, as smooth as an autumn lake, in which one could see a person's reflection.
Duan Chongxuan said, "You are quite fast in making hand gestures."
It was indeed very fast. The water curtain suddenly rose to three meters in the blink of an eye, and it seemed as if a vertical lake appeared on the stage.
At the same time, the air around the ring quickly dried up.
Thousands of water arrows gathered together and broke out of the lake!
It was clearly water, but due to its swift speed and powerful true energy, it made a loud sound of breaking through the air.
Luo Mingchuan flicked his sleeves, the wind whistled, and the arrow fell three feet in front of him. Water splashed at his feet, falling to the ground like a heavy rain.
But it failed to wet even a corner of the clothes.
This method of forming a true essence barrier was simple and crude. Yin Biyue had seen Luo Mingchuan use it when he was in Panlong Ridge.
Unlike martial artists who use swords and knives, the battle pace of spiritual practitioners is often much slower.
Even after a cup of tea, the two sides were still fighting back and forth.
Just when many people thought that the outcome was settled and Luo Mingchuan would consume his opponent to death with just the difference in their true energy, Yin Biyue noticed that the man's sweat was gathering on his forehead and his expression was getting more and more impatient. It was obvious that he could not hold on any longer and was about to use his most powerful trick.
Sure enough, the next moment someone exclaimed, "It's foggy!"
The fog came from all directions, but it was not morning fog and would not be dispersed by the wind.
On the contrary, it gathered more and more, becoming thick and dense, covering the entire arena.
Yin Biyue's true essence covered his eyes and could not be seen yet.
Like him, many people could not see the mystery in the fog, but only a vast expanse of white.
The chatterbox was also surprised and asked, "What kind of skill is this?"
Yin Biyue narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a moment. His spirit was strong, so he released his spiritual sense to see, "The fog has obscured the tower, and the moon has obscured the ferry."
The chatterbox didn't suddenly realize what was going on, but coughed softly, "Fourth Senior Brother, I don't have much education..."
Yin Biyue explained, "It was developed by a saint in the 'Age of Saints'. His innate spiritual vein is water, but it is slightly different from the ordinary ones. It can turn water into mist to block the opponent's perception. It is called 'Mist Lost Tower'. His realm is not high enough now. If it is higher, it can also create illusions in the mist, which is 'Moon Lost Ferry'."
The chatterbox sighed, "I haven't seen it in so many years. It seems that this spiritual vein is indeed rare and special."
Yin Biyue saw Luo Mingchuan raise his hand and pinch the "Wind-Inducing Technique". The weeds on the edge of the stage swayed slightly, but the fog was so thick that even the wind couldn't blow in. He couldn't help but get nervous for a moment.
The people in the audience couldn't see clearly and could only speculate among themselves.
In fact, Luo Mingchuan could see it.
The Galan pupil technique is known as the 'Dharma Eye of Buddhism'. When one has mastered it to a certain level, one can see through all methods and obstacles.
At his current level, even if he did not activate the pupil technique, let alone the fog, even the movements of his opponent's hand gestures would be infinitely slowed down in his eyes.
Also visible was his junior fellow student standing in the audience, staring at him with a nervous expression.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked serious and focused, as if he was the only one in his eyes.
For some reason, his movements also slowed down.
In the fog, arrows came from all directions, without any sound or trajectory, as if they appeared out of thin air. It was enough to make people panic and unable to defend themselves.
Luo Mingchuan's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and waved his sleeves, blocking the arrows but not dispersing the fog.
After he made the gesture, a water curtain appeared in front of him, exactly the same as the one in front of his opponent.
The same water curtain and water arrows, but more powerful.
Hidden by the fog, no one noticed. Even the disciple on the stage was shocked that for some reason he could not see through the fog, and thought that Luo Mingchuan had used some means to change the trajectory of the water arrows and turn them against him.
"The fog hasn't dissipated yet. Is this technique really that powerful?"
"Even Cangya's first disciple can't do anything about it?"
Yin Biyue didn't see the water curtain in front of Luo Mingchuan, but just felt strange.
If Luo Mingchuan couldn't see, why did he do it so easily and defend without leaving any flaws? If he could see, and the opponent was only three feet away, why didn't he just attack him directly?
Even if the pace of this battle is slow, it will eventually end.
When the fog dissipated, a human figure appeared. The disciple was pale and bent over, gasping for breath. He was not injured, just exhausted.
He didn't know that the other party could have defeated him a long time ago, so why did it take until now?
On second thought, Senior Brother Luo was a friendly person, so he probably wanted to save some face for himself. He could not help but say gratefully, "I admit defeat."
Luo Mingchuan bowed as a gesture of greeting and escorted the other party off the stage.
He did not have the joy and pride of victory, nor the fatigue after a competition. From his hair to the hem of his robe, nothing was out of place, just like when he first stepped onto the stage.
Cheng Tianyu frowned and said, "Use realm and the amount of true essence to wear the opponent down? If the opponent's realm is higher, then he will be helpless, right?"
Song Tang shook his head. "As far as I know, he knows at least ten ways to break through the situation... As for why he doesn't use them, is he trying to hide his weakness? He doesn't want to reveal his tricks too quickly?"
He turned to the people around him and said, "Luo Mingchuan is well-versed in many fields, his methods are hard to defend against, and his mind is calm. I think if you want to win the championship this time, he will be the most difficult opponent to defeat."
Zhongshan's expression remained unchanged. Only the knuckles on his sword turned slightly white.
Unlike others who speculated on the reasons behind this sure win, Yin Biyue looked up at the bright sun.
Today is the hottest day of the year.
The rotten grass turns into fireflies, but the heavy rain has not yet come.
He remembered that Luo Mingchuan seemed to be very prone to heatstroke... and he had just stood for so long.
"Brother, are you dizzy? Do you want someone to help you get back?"
He looked at the huge crowds of people around the ring. No, this is too embarrassing. My senior brother will lose face.
Luo Mingchuan walked off the stage and Cangya's disciples surrounded him to congratulate him. He nodded in greeting one by one.
He looked at Yin Biyue who looked slightly stunned and asked, "Junior brother, what's wrong?"
Yin Biyue pondered and said, "I just remembered something I need to do. Brother, are you willing to go with me?"
Before Luo Mingchuan could speak, He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian's eyes lit up, "Of course."
Every disciple had received a handkerchief with embroidered words, and at this moment, they all understood each other tacitly, and with a secret joy, "Senior Brother Luo, please follow Senior Brother Yin."
While busy pushing Luo Mingchuan out.
Duan Chongxuan coughed lightly and nodded to Yin Biyue.
By the time the two of them walked away together, their backs were almost invisible to sight.
He Yanyun looked at the two men's sleeves swaying in the breeze, occasionally touching each other, and sighed, "How beautiful! When will Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Yin become members of the same clan?"
Someone followed up, "It's obviously fine, but why do I feel... hurt?"
"Brother Duan, what do you think about this?"
Duan Chongxuan waved his fan and said, "Standing aside and watching... I'm used to it."
Yin Biyue took Luo Mingchuan and left first, feeling that the atmosphere behind them was a little strange.
When they returned to Yecheng, they changed their route and took the remote alleys they had walked through before.
Yin Biyue saw that there was no one around, "Brother, it's very hot today, are you... feeling unwell?"
Luo Mingchuan was startled, and then he remembered what he said that day. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was also moved. Not only did his junior brother firmly believe in it, he still remembers it to this day.
He felt guilty and couldn't lie to his junior anymore. He wanted to say, "I'm fine. I'm not feeling unwell. It was just a coincidence last time."
The words came out of his mouth but turned into, "There are indeed some. I have to trouble you again, Junior Brother."
Yin Bi thought happily, it turned out to be true, I am really as smart as you! ~ (≧▽≦)/~
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