Yin Biyue felt that the atmosphere in the field changed instantly.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and they were all indescribably complicated.
He sheathed his sword and saw Chen Yi smiling and bowing to him. "Today's battle has convinced me."
Yin Biyue thought hopefully that this fake and shoddy imitation halo would not attract much hatred.
So he returned the greeting, "Thank you."
The deacon disciple shouted, "This match is over, Cangya Mountain Yin Biyue wins—"
The competition was full of ups and downs and could be described as extremely exciting, but no one was bleeding or injured.
The two sides began with a proper and calm greeting and ended in the same way.
As Yin Biyue stepped off the stage, the disciples of Cangya Mountain came to greet him. Their eyes seemed to be happy and sad, and also contained a certain... meaning of regret for not being able to make the best of a person.
It made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The next moment, the crowd parted and he met Luo Mingchuan's eyes, which were still as clear as amber.
With a hint of concern and worry in her eyes, she asked him in a deep voice, "Are you hurt?"
Just like at the end of his first match.
At that moment, Yin Biyue suddenly felt comforted.
No matter how the world views him, Luo Mingchuan's eyes towards him never change.
Who cares about the hatred value!
Senior brother has been exposed to the sun for so long, and is still waiting for me to help him go home! ~ (≧▽≦)/~ Luo Mingchuan cleared his throat and said concisely, "There are still some things to do, so Junior brother and I will go first."
Everyone then looked surprised.
The road under his feet was already familiar to him, and when he turned into the alley, Yin Biyue held onto Luo Mingchuan's arm.
The unfinished power of the Hanshui Sword wreaked havoc in his meridians and bones, forcing him to move closer.
Then he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to be too close. His senior brother, who was always polite, might not be used to it. Just when he was about to make some distance, he heard Luo Mingchuan sincerely say, "Thank you, junior brother."
You’re welcome～（≧▽≦）/～
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The two of them walked away without hesitation, and by the time everyone in the room came to their senses, their backs had gone so far that they were almost invisible, frozen into a dot under the blue sky.
There were discussions and sighs.
He Yanyun sighed, "Senior Brother Yin is like this... Fortunately, Senior Brother Luo is watching over us."
Duan Chongxuan didn't know what expression to make. He had a deeper understanding of his senior brother's character than others. "Fortunately, with Fourth Senior Brother's combat power and cultivation, he won't be bullied by others."
Some people disagreed, "Brother Yin has a high level of cultivation and outstanding combat power, but what if someone with bad intentions wants to deceive him in the future? For example, pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy? What should we do then?"
"Brother Yin always has a cold face! He looks cold-hearted and emotionless! This is great!"
"Yes! Although it is easy to be misunderstood! But it can also deter villains!"
The disciples of Cangya Mountain gathered together and expressed their deep concern about the character of their senior brother. Finally, they came to the conclusion that Senior Brother Luo must keep an eye on him! All Cangya must work together to keep an eye on him!
Chu Huan brought the disciples of Lianjian Sect to the stage and helped Chen Yi down. Chen Yi waved his hand, signaling them not to worry, that he was indeed not injured.
Qu Duiyan in the stands finally felt relieved.
Suddenly someone in the stands chanted a Buddhist name, and everyone looked and saw that it was a gray-robed monk from the Jiekong Temple.
Buddhist practitioners have always been low-key, especially those in Jiekong Temple, who treat it as if they were in a Buddhist temple even in a busy city.
Ziming was the junior brother of the chief lecturer of Jiekong Temple, and his seniority and accomplishments were obvious. But when he didn't speak, almost no one noticed him.
His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, as if he was reciting a scripture. "Amitabha, my uncle often said that as Buddhist disciples, we should not give in everywhere out of compassion, but should have the 'heart of a bodhisattva and the means of a diamond'. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand that it was referring to people like Benefactor Yin."
Everyone was filled with emotion and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The elder of Baopu Sect snorted coldly and cursed in a low voice with a resentful look.
"That's not just being kind, that's just being soft-hearted! He won't be able to achieve anything great in the future! How could a sword master have such a disciple!"
Suddenly he felt a chill on his back and turned around hastily, only to see the elder of Lianjian Sect looking at him coldly.
Then he remembered that the person Yin Biyue had shown mercy to was a disciple of Lianjian. Although his words were low, they could not escape the eyes and ears of the half-step Mahayana master. Among those who came to watch the battle today, the elder of Lianjian Sect had the highest cultivation. That look did not reveal any pressure, but was full of threats. He had no choice but to keep his face pale and stop talking.
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect also spoke up, saying calmly, "It's a good thing that the Sword Saint has such a disciple."
After the middle-aged woman finished coldly intimidating the man from Baopu Sect, she turned to Qu Duiyan, and her face showed some kindness. She had seen the battle clearly before, and now she told the story, "Your junior brother used all his strength to make the last sword 'Lan Yue', and his body's protective energy had already been lost, almost to nothing. If Yin Biyue's sword had landed, he would have been unable to use a sword for at least a year. Even with your mother's 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew', he would have to recover for half a year."
Here it turns to a warning.
"No matter who you fight with in the future, unless it is a life-and-death struggle, you must not disperse the protective essence and put yourself in great danger... As for Yin Biyue, he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He insists on being tough and can't even do a good job. Don't learn from him in the future."
Qu Duiyan still agreed meekly, "Aunt taught me, Yan'er understands."
The middle-aged woman nodded with satisfaction.
Qu Duiyan couldn't help but smile as she thought of the boy with a cold face but a warm heart.
She thinks it's good to be kindhearted or naive.
It is different and unique.
No matter what everyone thought, the third round of the Zhehua Club continued, and the smoke of this wonderful battle finally cleared.
But people in teahouses and taverns can still hear people talking about how the Yihu Sword, when it was first unsheathed, had the power to break through mountains and reach for the moon. It really should not be underestimated. But I wonder which one is sharper, the Fengyu Sword or the Yihu Sword?
Yin Biyue himself could not answer this question.
He sat on a mat and wiped the sword with a silk cloth, his expression serious and his movements meticulous.
He recalled the details of the battle in his mind. It was not an illusion. Under Lan Yue's intimidation, the sword did vibrate slightly when it was unsheathed, and there was a faint humming sound, as if it was angry.
But he still refused to accept his true essence, remaining silent and stubborn. If Lin Yuan, the first divine weapon of the Age of Saints, was still alive, he probably wouldn't be so arrogant.
Thinking of this, Yin Biyue's heart almost collapsed.
#Master, there was a bug when you taught the sword back then#
#I want to talk to this sword#
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Seven days later, the third round of the Flower Folding Competition ended. Qu Duiyan never showed up in the subsequent competitions. Many people lamented that they had only seen such a beautiful woman once, and wondered if they would be able to see her again in this life.
There should have been 40 people who advanced, but there were several battles where both sides suffered losses, and the winners also gave up their qualifications for the next round. Therefore, only 36 people advanced.
Before the fourth round of drawing lots, the participating disciples have three days to rest. Qinglu Sword Sect will also dispatch personnel to reinforce and repair the arena formation.
There were more outsiders in Yecheng, all waiting to watch the next round of fighting. The daily patrols of the Black Armor Guards increased significantly, and the business of the wine shops, casinos and banks in the city was better.
Now, the number of disciples from various sects who have been eliminated and those who have come to watch is far greater than those who are still participating in the competition.
Without the pressure of competition, many people like to go to the gambling house to place a small bet, to have fun, to support their own sect, and to spice up their practice life.
Although the results of the next round of draws have not yet come out, many people know what happened in the teahouse that day. Wind and Rain Sword Zhongshan and Sword Saint disciple Yin Biyue will eventually have a battle, so the gambling started early.
The sword power that Yin Biyue had displayed in the previous battle dispelled the rumor that he had "gone into a trance and suffered a great loss of cultivation". Therefore, the odds of winning or losing between the two were not much different.
But Zhongshan was at a higher level, so more people had to bet on him. After all, in the last round of competition, some people questioned his late stage of breaking through obstacles, believing that he was already half a step into the Hinayana stage.
By the Qiu Lake, Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue repeated their lives of cultivation, sword practice, and guiding the chatterbox.
Duan Chongxuan was busy with cultivation, sword practice and being instructed by others. In the midst of his busy schedule, he even went to the gambling house and made a huge bet for his senior brother.
Therefore, in the eyes of the girls in Yecheng, his image as a handsome young man with a lot of money became even more impressive.
In this huge gambling game that was in full swing and involved almost everyone, only the disciples of Baopu Sect did not participate.
It was not because they were concentrating on practicing and transcending vulgar interests. It was because in the initial battle between Yin Biyue and He Lai, they borrowed a large sum of money from Yecheng Bank to bet on He Lai's victory. Later, the bet was lost, and the money could not be gathered at once. It was only then that the leader of the team paid out of his own pocket to pay off the debt owed to the bank.
This matter was reported back to Hengduan Mountain in the Western Continent, and the great elders of the sect sent a letter to reprimand it as "shameful". Therefore, the disciples of Baopu Sect now dare not gamble anymore.
The dog days of summer in Yecheng are almost over, and a cool breeze blows when the black gold falls in the west.
The people in the city brought out bamboo chairs to cool off in the streets, fanning themselves with cattail leaves and eating melon seeds, talking about the excitement of the flower-picking festival they had just heard about. The colorful lanterns on the flower buildings were hung up impatiently, the vendors on the main street in the center began to prepare for the night market, and the lanterns in the wealthy houses were also lit early.
The Cangya disciples by the Qiu Lake finished a day of sword practice and cultivation. Some returned to the house to concentrate and meditate, while others walked together to the city center to join in the excitement of Ye City.
The setting sun shines down, the lake surface is golden, weary birds return to their nests, and in the distance, smoke rises from the courtyards of white-walled and gray-tiled houses.
The figures by the lake gradually walked away, the sounds of laughter and chatter faded away, and the autumn lake fell silent at dusk.
Only the gentle breeze blows the willows by the lake.
So far, today is no different than the past.
But today is destined to be different.
Because there was a little girl standing under the willow tree.
No one knew when she came or how long she had been standing there.
She seemed to have appeared there silently, and neither the evening breeze nor the weeping willows noticed.
She was wearing a purple gown with wide sleeves and a narrow waist, and the hem of her gown was embroidered with a pattern of flowers. The pearl hairpin in her hair was neither wood nor jade, but had a round pearl embedded in the end, which sparkled in the sunset.
When the white-haired boy pushed the door open and walked towards the lake with a sword in hand, she smiled faintly.
A smile brings three springs.
No matter how beautiful the weeping willows are, how can they be as beautiful as her dimples?
No matter how bright the lake is, how can it be as bright as her eyes?
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