Luo Mingchuan's performance in this round was more eye-catching than in the previous rounds. Also because he defeated Chu Huan effortlessly, he did not receive any challenge letters in the next few days.
Many of the disciples watching the battle believed that they could not survive even a cup of tea under Chu Huan's 'Rising Blue Sea', so naturally they were unwilling to challenge Luo Mingchuan again.
Many people judged that he was stronger than Yin Biyue, so they were waiting for him to challenge Yin Biyue, who was currently ranked first.
In the past, brothers from the same sect often competed against each other in the Zhehua Society, not to mention that the qualifying rounds were a separate affair.
But as the competition deadline passed day by day, and more than a dozen challenge matches were played, there was still no movement from Qiu Hu.
It was as if Luo Mingchuan had completely given up the right to challenge.
So all kinds of speculation and discussion started. Some people said that the two men had a deep friendship and it was impossible for them to fight each other. This view was not widely accepted because it was common for fellow disciples to exchange ideas during their daily practice. It was not a life-and-death battle, so how could it affect their friendship?
In comparison, another version is more accepted. Someone saw the two people walking together in Lane 14 in the south of the city on the day of Great Heat.
Later on, the rumors became more exaggerated, directly saying that Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were not ordinary brothers, but would become Taoist companions in the future.
When Yin Biyue heard Duan Chongxuan's retelling, he almost lost his balance on the sword.
After calming down his breath, he said solemnly, "Don't mention this matter in front of my brother!"
Despite the chatterbox's repeated assurances, he was still nervous.
Could it be that Luo Mingchuan already knew about this?
How could a person as polite and respectful as my senior brother have ever heard such ridiculous words!
Senior brother will definitely be angry!
Maybe... he will stay away from me in the future to avoid suspicion?
No! Yin Biyue, how can you judge the protagonist with the heart of a villain?
Senior brother is an open-minded person, why would he care about other people's gossip? !
But... I'm still afraid to let my senior know...
It’s embarrassing just thinking about it.
Yin Biyue finally decided to keep a close eye on the person!
As long as you don’t go to the city center and don’t enter teahouses and taverns where there are many people and gossips, my senior brother won’t know!
I will go back to Cangya Mountain as soon as the flower picking party is over! It won’t be long anyway!
The plan was perfect!
Luo Mingchuan discovered that his junior fellow apprentice had changed recently.
Since early morning, a shadow had passed by his window, lingering in the yard for a few steps, as if to make sure whether he was there.
Whenever he showed any intention of going out, his fellow apprentice who was practicing sword skills by the lake would immediately become nervous, "Where are you going, brother?"
"There is a challenge match for Junior Sister He today. I'll go take a look."
"I'll go too, let's go together."
Not only that, every time he came back from watching a fight, his junior brother would drag him around the busy streets in the city center. He always looked inexplicably nervous.
Luo Mingchuan didn't know what his junior brother was thinking, but he was very happy.
Even though his junior fellow apprentice looked at him with eyes as clear as lake water, without a trace of love, he was still happy.
But the disciples of Cangya Mountain don’t think so.
They watched the two of them become closer and closer, Jiao was inseparable from Meng, Meng was inseparable from Jiao. They wished that Yin Biyue would grow up to be a young adult overnight, and hold a ceremony for him to be crowned as soon as he returned to the sect, and also hold the ceremony of union.
"It's a pity that Senior Brother Yin is not yet an adult, and Senior Brother Luo still has a few years to wait."
Almost everyone would say that.
According to the consensus of the cultivation community, premature union will lead to the loss of Yuan Yang, which will easily lead to unstable foundation in the future. The life of a cultivator is long, and at the age of 20, he will be crowned as an adult by his master or relatives.
Yin Biyue could never have imagined that while he was still carefully preventing his senior brother from being troubled by rumors, He Yanyun had even secretly decided on the pattern of colored silk to be used in their union ceremony.
On the third day before the Flower Folding Meeting, Duan Chongxuan received a letter of challenge from a disciple of the Qinglu Sword Sect. In the end, although he failed to use the "Beacon Fire and Wolf Smoke" again, he still defeated the opponent and kept his original position. Because of his recent double diligence and combat experience, his cultivation has made great progress compared to before he went down the mountain, and his aura has been rising steadily, and it seems that he is about to break through the barrier.
On the last day, He Yanyun defeated the ninth-ranked disciple of Xingshan Temple and successfully advanced to the top ten, and was able to climb the mountain to pick leaves. Ruan Xiaolian was so happy that she cried and treated her to ten pieces of cold cakes.
The day when the flower picking party ended was the beginning of autumn.
There was a night of rain in Yecheng, and the summer heat disappeared the next day.
The wind blowing past the wine shop was refreshing, and the water on the long bluestone street was cool, as if the bright sun was only left with its brilliance, without any annoying temperature.
In late summer and early autumn, when the sky is high and the clouds are light, it is a good time to climb mountains.
On this day, the ring was empty.
Ten feet away from the Chongming Mountain, disciples from various sects gathered. Although there were many people, no whispers could be heard. The place was solemn.
This place is closer to the mountain than the arena, so close that you can see the winding mountain path in the clouds.
The voices of the Qinglu Sword Sect disciples were infused with true energy, spreading far and wide, resounding throughout the fields, "Please ask the leader to climb the mountain and pick flowers—"
The crowd parted from both sides to make way for Yin Biyue.
Being under the spotlight of the crowd, he suddenly felt a little nervous and subconsciously glanced at the people around him.
Luo Mingchuan nodded imperceptibly.
So Yin Biyue calmed down, walked through the crowd, and walked forward step by step without looking around.
In front of the entrance to the mountain path, four powerful seniors stood on the stone steps.
One was an old man from the Qinglu Sword Sect, one was a monk from the Jiekong Temple, one was a middle-aged woman from the Lianjian Sect, and the other was a Yecheng worshiper. These four were all at the half-step Mahayana realm, and as the representatives with the highest seniority and realm among the elders present, they were the "opening path" for Yin Biyue.
The old man said solemnly, "The road of cultivation is long, and you need to work hard without giving up even for a day. Climb the mountain to pick flowers today, and you will make further progress tomorrow!"
In fact, he believed that although Yin Biyue was a junior, his character and talent were far superior to his younger self. If nothing unexpected happened, he would most likely enter the realm of saints in three hundred years.
He didn't think there was anything else he could teach the other person, but given the rules, he had to say a few words of encouragement.
Yin Biyue bowed solemnly.
The old man took out a one-inch long stone sword from his sleeve and said, "Seal the old sword energy inside. Inject your true energy to activate it."
The monks of Jiekong Temple and the worshiper of Yecheng took out a string of Buddhist beads and a talisman for opening the mountain respectively.
They were also filled with emotion. The dean had indeed made a plan. The era of the cultivation world shining brightly had arrived. The future of the world would eventually be in the hands of these young people.
The middle-aged woman from Lianjian Sect took out a wooden hairpin. Compared with the three offensive instruments before, this one was a rare self-defense instrument. It would automatically trigger when threatened and could block a full-strength attack from a Mahayana cultivator.
In her opinion, Yin Biyue was extremely talented and could fight across borders, but he was too simple-minded and unsophisticated, so he would be easily attacked in the future. Self-defense magic weapons might be more practical for him. Because she showed mercy to Chen Yi, she had a good impression of this junior and could not help cherishing his talent.
The elders gave gifts, and one could not refuse them. Yin Biyue bowed and thanked them one by one, then took them with both hands.
The four seniors nodded in greeting and made way for the road to pass.
Yin Bi walked forward. The stone steps under his feet were worn by time, the mountain road was rugged and winding, and the road ahead was full of clouds and mist.
He walked for a long time, and a voice came faintly from behind him, "The mountain path has been opened, please nine winners climb the mountain and pick leaves——"
The people at the foot of the mountain watched as the white-haired boy's figure gradually shrank, until it seemed to merge with the clouds and mist and became almost invisible.
The remaining nine people who ranked first in the list started climbing the mountain, greeting the four seniors standing by the mountain trail in turn. Some of them would also listen to their instructions and receive mountaineering gifts.
The mountain climbing ceremony is just the icing on the cake, not a rigid rule. Whether it is granted or not is up to the predecessor’s own will.
As the second climber, Luo Mingchuan saluted and set foot on the mountain trail, his pace getting faster and faster.
By the time the third person climbed the mountain, his shadow could no longer be seen. Even the people at the foot of the mountain only saw his figure flash by, and no one knew where he was in the clouds.
Yin Biyue had reached the end of the mountain path.
There were no more lush forests on either side of the road, and the wind was chilly. The mosses on the bushes became sparser as the altitude increased, and were covered with white frost due to the cold climate. Tall pines and cypresses occasionally grew among the exposed rocks.
The mountain suddenly became steep and rocky. There was no paved road anymore, so we had to climb up by ourselves.
He couldn't help but wonder, is there really a lake on such a steep mountain?
Can lotus really bloom in such a cold place?
At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Junior brother."
When he turned around, he saw Luo Mingchuan standing under the green pine trees, just like he was standing on the misty Cangya Mountain.
Yin Bi laughed even more.
No matter what lies ahead, there will always be someone walking with him.
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After nightfall, the golden lanterns in Yecheng replaced the moon, which was strikingly similar to Yunyang City in Zhonglu thousands of miles away. It was also a city that was open during the day and a prosperous scene that never faded.
The dean is looking at the sky.
No matter how bright the lights in the city are, they cannot distract him from looking at the stars.
In his eyes, there is nothing in the world more beautiful and meaningful than the starry sky.
Stargazing was a pleasure for him on countless nights.
But today is different.
Tonight he sat at the stone table in the courtyard, the evening breeze blowing across his tall hat and wide belt. He looked at the night sky, his face slightly pale.
In the outer universe that is so far away that it is untouchable, two stars of equal brightness are getting closer and closer.
The surface of one star was burning, as if it was constantly spewing flames. The black flame contained a majestic and terrifying power. The other star was covered in frost, but a blue light shone through it.
The light blends together, and the picture looks beautiful.
But it shouldn't be like this.
According to calculations, when they get this close, they will begin to repel each other, compete for brilliance, and end up with one of them falling.
The dean flicked his wide sleeves, and a circular formation plate appeared on the stone table.
The material looked like aged sandalwood, but it had the same warm luster as jade. There were many interlaced lines engraved on the array plate, seemingly in a mess.
Under his fingertips, the lines began to intertwine and flow rapidly.
Although he hadn't used the formation plate for any calculations in many years, his movements were not at all rusty.
As one of the few people standing at the top of the world, he knows more about the rules of this world.
The entire starry sky is a whole, and the trajectory of each star is not independent. It is just that the energy of the stars is different, and the degree of influence on the starry sky is also different.
But these two stars possess unimaginable energy. In other words, the changes of these two stars will lead to changes in the entire starry sky and the entire world.
The dean's eyes were focused, and his hands moved faster and faster, but no calculation method could give him an answer.
The lines on the array disk were changing at a speed invisible to the naked eye. In the eyes of ordinary people, they could only see white shadows passing by.
The more he calculated, the more frightened he became. No, it couldn't be. How could it be wrong? Where was it wrong?
His spiritual consciousness was consumed violently, and in a single breath, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
As time passed, his calculations continued.
This is a very dangerous state, and one has even fallen into a maze.
Gradually, he didn't know what he was calculating, but his obsession became stronger and stronger. Cold sweat soaked his whole body, and his sea of consciousness was shaking with pain. But he didn't know how to stop, and he couldn't stop.
He stared at the formation plate, his eyes red.
“Zheng——”
A short sword came through the air and pierced the formation plate!
The dean suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
He woke up, and endless fear came over him.
I actually got into trouble just now.
He stood there in a daze, looking at the broken array plate stained with blood, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Then he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a figure standing on the eaves of the library outside the courtyard wall in the night, with his robe fluttering high in the night wind.
He recognized the man even though he only saw a vague shadow.
I couldn't help but think that even if every flower and leaf in the school could not hide from my eyes, this person would still come and go as he pleased.
Looking at the formation again, there was no dagger at all, but just half a piece of gray tile thrown casually.
But it went straight into the Tianyan Plate, destroying a magical instrument that could be ranked in the top ten in the world.
The scholar in a tall hat and wide belt stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He lightly brushed the hem of his robe, and the embarrassment just now disappeared in an instant.
He looked at the figure standing on the eaves and smiled slightly.
"Long time no see, Wei Jingfeng."
The school is as peaceful as ever tonight.
The students in the back dormitory were sleeping soundly, the yellow lights in the Night Study Building were flickering, someone was meditating on the slightly cold terrace, and a wild cat in the grove was curled up in a pile of fallen leaves and whimpering.
No one knew that a big shot had come to the academy.
But he has come, the heaven and earth know, and the bright moon knows!
Then the stars retreated, and thousands of moonlight shone into Yunyang City!
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