The moon casts its shadow to the west, and the courtyards by the Autumn Lake are silent in the dark night, with only the chirping of summer insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind to be heard.
Luo Mingchuan opened the window and the night wind blew in, the chill on his face made him sober.
The window faces the Autumn Lake, the long smoke has cleared and the bright moon is thousands of miles away.
He didn't like the almost out-of-control emotions he had during the day, so he began to sort out his thoughts.
In the dungeon, he knew that it was because of his drunkenness that he had caused his junior brother to become obsessed and go astray, so he was filled with guilt. He initially decided to go down the mountain together because he wanted to compensate his junior brother and also to enlighten him.
But along the way, when did it change?
On the seashore, he didn't know why his junior brother exchanged cards with him. But he had an inexplicable intuition that his junior brother was protecting him. On the full moon night, his junior brother leaned in his arms and said that he wanted to live a good life in the future. At that time, he couldn't see his heart clearly.
Until today.
It was not until my junior fellow apprentice admitted that he already had someone he loved.
The night wind rises, blowing away the fog in front of my eyes.
Luo Mingchuan has been practicing Taoism for more than ten years and has never been afraid to face his inner self.
He thought that he was also fond of his junior fellow apprentice.
But what about my junior brother?
My junior brother is still too young and his mind is simple. Can he really distinguish between his feelings for his senior brother and his feelings for his fellow Taoist?
Luo Mingchuan looked at the rippling lake water.
It's okay, he can wait.
From the academy to Cangya Mountain, from when I was thirteen to twenty-three years old, he will be with me in every year of my life.
Luo Mingchuan's mind was clear, he quickly entered into a state of meditation and began to practice the Galan Pupil Technique.
Yin Biyue was restless while meditating. He simply got off the cushion, sat in front of the table, lit a lamp and polished his sword.
Recently, he has increasingly felt that polishing a sword is a beneficial activity for the body and mind, and it can help people calm down quickly.
The candlelight illuminated the three-foot-long sword and also reflected his face on the sword.
Miss Qu was very good. Whether it was her family background, her appearance, or her cultivation talent, there was nothing wrong with her.
So why is the first reaction to say no? Shouldn't you be happy?
"I have the great Dao in my heart. How can the love in the world restrain me?"
No, this kind of reason should be given by someone like the eldest senior brother or the master.
I am clearly not someone who is determined to attain enlightenment alone.
Because the world is in turmoil and full of crises, well, this can barely be considered a reason.
Anything else?
The more Yin Bi thought about her mood at the time, she realized that her first reaction was to be afraid that Luo Mingchuan would misunderstand her.
He didn't know why this happened. Was it because he was afraid that his parents would find out about his premature love relationship?
Not exactly.
Maybe it's because he's been a villain for too long, and no girl has shown interest in him for a long time, so suddenly one appears, and she's a goddess-level girl at that, so he's not used to it all of a sudden.
That should be the case... I guess.
The candlelight dimmed, his sword had been polished to a bright shine, and his mind calmed down.
Anyway, he has more important things to do right now.
The results of the fourth round of the flower folding club draw will be announced tomorrow.
In this round, Yin Biyue and the other two did not have the right to draw lots, and they only had to wait for others to draw their names.
Duan Chongxuan volunteered to go to the Shenying Wall early in the morning to see the results. When he came back, his eyes were vague and he looked absent-minded.
Yin Biyue was a little worried, "Who are you facing?"
"Xingshan Temple Buddha cultivates wisdom and virtue."
"What are the chances of winning?"
"Seventy percent. This time it's not like he has a 70 percent chance of winning, it's really a 70 percent chance."
Yin Biyue was puzzled, "Very good... Who did Senior Brother Luo fight against?"
"Feng Wenjin of Qinglu Sword Sect."
Yin Biyue looked at Luo Mingchuan and felt that there was nothing to worry about.
The chatterbox's wandering gaze finally landed on his face, his expression hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.
"Fourth Senior Brother, Zhong Shan picked you."
The three of them were silent for a moment.
After a while, Yin Biyue said, "After all... there will be a battle."
But he didn't expect it to be so fast. In his heart, he always thought that the battle with Zhong Shan would at least last until the fifth round.
"Fourth Brother, what are your chances of winning now?"
“Forty percent.”
The chatterbox exclaimed, "It's really accurate, the odds are the same as those in the casino."
Yin Biyue was stunned for a moment, "You bet on me to win?"
The chatterbox said, "Of course!"
"…My mistake. I forgot to ask you to bet on Zhongshan."
In fact, after watching the previous battles at Zhongshan, Yin Biyue himself wanted to bet on the other side.
The chatterbox has come to his senses, opened his folding fan and waved it, "It's okay, it's okay, the bet is not much, just a drop in the bucket..."
He was afraid that his senior brother would feel bad, so he didn't dare to tell him how much he had bet.
Luo Mingchuan had been silent until now. When he suddenly spoke, he had a strange power to calm people's hearts, "Don't be impatient, there will always be a way, and it is not impossible for Junior Brother to win."
Like a spring breeze blowing on her face, Yin Bi became more calm.
"Yes. I shall never give it my all."
The people at Qiu Lake didn't know that in the Wutong Garden of Qinglu Sword Sect, Cheng Tianyu also asked the same question, "Brother, what are your chances of winning?"
Zhong Shan replied, "Sixty percent."
Cheng Tianyu laughed, "Brother, you are too modest. I think it is 80%!"
Zhong Shan shook his head, "No, it's 60%."
Cheng Tianyu looked incredulous.
Song Tang patted the top of his head and said with a smile, "Your senior brother has achieved what he said, why don't you go practice swordplay?"
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This battle was what everyone expected, but it came in a hurry.
Not only Yin Biyue, everyone didn't expect it to be so fast.
When the news spread, many people immediately set out for Yecheng to watch the battle.
During the turbulent times of Quannan Lu Chuan, Song Tang had someone send a letter from Zhonglu. It was a copy of all the articles Yin Biyue had written during his three years at the academy.
"After he became Cangya's disciple, there is very little news about him. There is nothing we can do."
Zhong Shan flipped through a few pages of thin paper and said, "That's enough."
Yin Biyue studied the piece of paper Duan Chongxuan gave him.
The pieces of paper were large and small, some with neat handwriting, some with random scribbles, and they described Zhongshan's miscellaneous affairs before he joined the Qinglu Sword School, or the direction and angle of his sword moves. The information was scattered, and much of it seemed useless, but Yin Biyue read it very carefully.
Chatterbox was a little embarrassed, "That's all."
This was beyond Yin Biyue's expectations, far beyond his prediction of where the message came from. "It's already very good."
From noon to late at night, Yin Biyue stood in front of the window and thought quietly. He closed his eyes, and countless scenes flashed by, as if he had experienced the first sixteen years of Zhongshan's life.
He became famous at a young age, immersed himself in kendo, lonely and persistent.
After joining the Qinglu Sword Sect, the picture became blurry.
The Wind and Rain Sword Art is very famous and is not a secret. At least forty disciples of the Qinglu Sword School are practicing it. There are also related records in the classics of the Lanyuan Academy.
But there is only one real Wind and Rain Sword.
It was the sword of a saint in the "Age of Saints" a million years ago. It was later damaged in the "Great War of Dao and Demon" and was collected by the Qinglu Sword Sect. It took ten years and countless efforts to restore it to 70% of its power.
When Zhongshan was eighteen years old, he practiced a set of Wind and Rain Sword Techniques on Qinglu Mountain. Eventually, the Sub-Sage Zhou Yuandao decided to pass the sword to him.
Zhong Shan lived up to everyone's expectations. At the age of 20, he had already grasped the true meaning of the Wind and Rain Sword Technique. He was known as the genius with the greatest potential to enter the "Sage Realm" in the next 300 years in Southern Continent.
The complex fragments and information were reintegrated and filtered in Yin Biyue's mind, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to Zhongshan.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and took a long breath. In this extremely energetic state, he felt that he had a 50% chance of winning!
Fortunately, he pushed the door open, stood in the yard, took a deep breath, and calmed his excitement.
When I looked up, I saw that the light in Luo Mingchuan's room was still on, casting a shadowy figure on the paper window.
Brother, are you still awake? Looks like he's writing something.
If it had been any other night, Yin Biyue would not have done anything.
But he was so happy tonight that he was so bold and rude that he went up and knocked on Luo Mingchuan's window. He suppressed his excitement and whispered, "Brother, are you asleep too?"
There was a sound of paper rubbing against each other and the window was pushed open from the inside.
Luo Mingchuan was indeed sitting at the desk writing, "Junior brother, it's a cold night with heavy dew, why are you standing in the yard?"
He stood up, opened the door, and welcomed Yin Biyue in. As expected, Junior Brother's body temperature was lower at night.
Yin Biyue was brought into the house, and subconsciously felt that it was inappropriate to go any further, so he came to the table and said, "Brother, I have good news for you!"
Luo Mingchuan has strictly observed etiquette for many years and has never been in the same room with anyone late at night.
At least there are other people in the night study room of the academy. At least there are no people in the house when drinking on the rooftop at night...
He was thinking wildly, and felt that he was too unhonest compared to his junior brother. He was uneasy for a moment and asked casually, "What good news?"
Yin Bi wanted to say that he had a 50% chance of winning the battle with Zhong Shan. But the next moment, his eyes fell on the letter on the table, and he suddenly lost his voice.
Luo Mingchuan just realized what he was writing and thought to himself that something was wrong, but it was too late.
Yin Biyue looked into his eyes and asked, "Brother, what is this?"
There was a letter of war on the table.
Luo Mingchuan wanted to give it to Zhong Shan, and the time was set the day before Yin Biyue went on stage.
The words were extremely provocative, making people angry and unable to resist taking them on.
Yin Biyue understood Luo Mingchuan's plan almost instantly.
He wanted to challenge Zhong Shan before himself. Winning would be the best. Even if he couldn't win, he would try his best to consume the opponent.
If this practice were to become known, it would undoubtedly attract a lot of criticism.
Even without mentioning other people's opinions, this matter has violated Luo Mingchuan's usual code of conduct. It is not what a gentleman does.
Luo Mingchuan knew it was too late to say anything now, so he smiled bitterly and said no more.
Yin Biyue folded the letter and thought about it carefully.
"Brother, I know you are doing this for my own good...but you don't have to go this far..."
Yin Biyue knew that Luo Mingchuan had put a lot of effort into coming up with such an idea and writing such a radical letter. But he still said, "I want to try it myself."
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