At dusk, people started coming down from the mountain one after another, their robes stained with frost, holding jade-green lotus leaves in their hands. When his fellow disciples saw them, they would cheer loudly and surround him and go back together.
He Yanyun came down a little late, and Ruan Xiaolian saw her at a glance in the afterglow of the setting sun.
It wasn’t because she was so light and graceful when she went down the mountain, but... her lotus leaf was just too big.
Others' lotus leaves were at most as big as a round plate or a palm-leaf fan, but He Yanyun's upper body was blocked by the huge lotus leaf.
She came out of the mountain path, attracting many looks from people along the way, but because she was a little girl, doing such things would only make people think she was cute and adorable.
Ruan Xiaolian hurried over and looked it up and down, "This... is enough to make many servings."
He Yanyun said proudly, "That's right, I picked the biggest one."
Ruan Xiaolian smiled and said, "We can also order some cigarettes to eat together."
The people around were completely confused and had no idea what they were talking about.
Thousand-petal lotus will only bloom at midnight. According to previous experience, picking it too early or too late will cause the medicinal properties to be lost.
If Senior Brother Yin wants to pick flowers, Senior Brother Luo will definitely accompany him. This is the common understanding of the disciples of Cangya Mountain.
So they didn't wait for Luo Mingchuan to come down the mountain, but went back with good expectations and blessings.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Chongming Mountain was shrouded in clouds and thick darkness, and could not be seen clearly.
There was no longer a sea of people gathered at the foot of Bai Ri Mountain, only peace and tranquility remained.
The mountain wind at night was cold and damp. Yin Biyue looked at the thousands of lotus leaves, which were stacked layer upon layer and swayed in the wind, like a surging sea. He never thought that there would be a lake in the mountains.
The emerald green leaves, the dark lake, the silvery moonlight, and the diffuse clouds, the interweaving of light and shadow, make it seem like an unreal fantasy.
The wind was blowing hard and the sky and earth seemed so vast that the bright moon in the sky seemed to be within reach.
Standing here, it should be lonely up there.
But because there is another person by my side, the cold night becomes warm.
Yin Biyue was in a trance for a moment.
This kind of temperature had never been experienced in his long career as a villain. But he didn't know when it started, but it had already become familiar.
He spoke softly, his voice drifting in the mountain breeze, "Senior Brother Luo..."
Luo Mingchuan did not ask him what was wrong, but looked into his eyes and replied, "Junior Brother Yin."
His gaze was focused, and there seemed to be moonlight flowing in his eyes.
Yin Biyue's heart suddenly trembled.
I turned my head subconsciously to look at the lake and the lotus leaves, and saw tiny dots of light rising in the center of the lake, like jumping fireflies and fragments of stars. They kept lighting up and going out, withering and flourishing in an instant, beautiful but short-lived.
Luo Mingchuan smiled, "The flowers are about to bloom."
Yin Biyue was startled, and then her wrist was gently pulled up and she flew forward.
They walked away on the lotus leaves, with the mountain breeze blowing on their faces and their sleeves fluttering.
There is a solitary lotus in the center of the lake.
The flower stems are slender, and the buds that have not yet bloomed are small and tender. A steady stream of light points jump up from the gaps between the petals.
The moon's shadow looked westward, directly facing the lotus.
It only takes a moment for a flower to blossom from bud to full bloom.
The light streamed out from the stamens, reflecting the surrounding lake water in a crystal white.
The jade-colored lotus is only the size of a palm, but it is overlapped with thousands of petals, which is the exquisiteness and beauty created by nature.
"Junior brother, take it immediately after breaking it off, the medicinal effect will be best."
Yin Biyue nodded, stretched out his hand and broke off the flower stalk, and in an instant, most of the brilliance faded.
When the lotus enters your mouth, it turns into water without even needing to be chewed. It is refreshing but not cold, and flows along your meridians.
At the same time, Luo Mingchuan tapped his toes lightly and flew back quickly, but his aura continued to rise uncontrollably!
Wherever it passes, the clouds and mist dissipate, the lotus leaves bloom, the lake water surges, and the waves roll!
The bloody oath has been fulfilled.
His realm actually skipped the initial stage of Hinayana and stopped at the middle stage.
He was worried that the power of his breakthrough would affect his junior fellow apprentice, so he retreated in an instant. At this time, he was looking at Yin Biyue from a distance with a nervous expression.
The more Yin Bi felt that the clear water of the lotus was nourishing his limbs and bones, the clearer his sea of consciousness became than ever before.
The feeling was so wonderful that he couldn't help but close his eyes.
After breaking through the barrier, the practitioner can see the sea in his body. At this time, his consciousness floated on the sea, watching countless small tributaries gather silver light and flow into the sea. He knew that it was the stream transformed by the thousand-leaf lotus.
All rivers flow into the sea, and the sea is covered with silver light and sparkling waves, as if moonlight is falling.
When Luo Mingchuan saw Yin Biyue closing his eyes, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of light, shining like the bright moon in the sky.
The Thousand-Leaf Lotus has taken effect, which is equivalent to a second marrow cutting. From now on, my junior brother's bone aptitude will be improved to a higher level.
He smiled slightly, feeling even happier than when he had just broken through.
But the next moment, his smile froze at the corners of his mouth.
Yin Biyue opened his eyes, his gaze was cold, and there seemed to be a flash of silver light in his pupils.
The white Taoist robe floated in the mountain breeze, just like his three thousand shining white hairs.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and the chill in his heart overflowed.
Qianye Lian was unable to cure his junior fellow apprentice’s gray hair disease.
Yin Biyue opened his eyes and saw Luo Mingchuan ascend to the middle realm of Hinayana. His aura was harmonious and his realm was stable. Just as he was about to congratulate him, he saw that he looked dazed, so he called out, "Brother?"
Luo Mingchuan pulled the man back to the shore, his eyes fell on a strand of white hair hanging on his chest, and said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, we will set off for Xingshan Temple today. If there is no way out of Xingshan Temple, we will go to Jiekong Temple! There will always be a way! It will be fine, believe me!"
Yin Biyue followed his gaze and knew where the problem was. He quickly explained, "Brother, it's okay. I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
Luo Mingchuan felt that his junior fellow apprentice was trying to comfort him and could not accept this statement at all.
He looked into Yin Biyue's eyes and said seriously, "There will be a way. Come with me, okay?"
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Central China. Yunyang City.
The dean stood in the courtyard, and the locust trees in the yard rustled in the evening breeze.
He looked at the figure on the cornice.
It's like looking at the moon, distant and unfamiliar; it's also like greeting someone on the street, extremely familiar.
He said, "Since you're here, why don't you come down and have a cup of tea?"
The distance was far and his voice was not loud, but the figure on the eaves jumped down.
The cloak fluttered like a white bird spreading its wings, drawing a bright arc in the night, and finally landing lightly in the yard.
It fell three feet away from him.
The distance is just right.
The dean knew that Wei Jingfeng walked out of the Meteorite Abyss and traveled thousands of miles to Yunyang City, certainly not just to drink tea.
He waited for the other party to speak first.
Wei Jingfeng glanced at the broken formation plate and gray tiles on the stone table.
He saved the dean and also destroyed his magic weapon.
This glance has many meanings. Killing or saving a person is all in the mind of a saint.
Then he spoke, "I told you not to get involved in this matter."
He spoke in a deep tone, calling himself an old man, but his voice had the sluggishness unique to a teenager in the voice change period.
These two things should have been extremely contradictory, but because of his demeanor, they didn't seem abrupt at all, and people had no desire to disobey.
The depths are unfathomable.
The dean did not speak.
The silence at this time is not acquiescence or approval, but a silent protest.
Wei Jingfeng understood what he meant and spoke in a colder tone.
"When someone praises you for being 'calculated by the gods', you take it seriously. Who do you think you are? You are nothing but a scholar!"
He spoke harshly and sounded hateful.
A scholar is good for nothing.
The dean is indeed a scholar. But he is also the most senior scholar in the world. Who dares to say that he is useless?
He hadn't heard such ridicule for six hundred years, but his face didn't show any anger at all.
I even thought it was a bit funny, see, this is the result of not reading, after all the cursing, all you can say is this.
So he really laughed and said something,
"Wei Jingfeng, I haven't seen you for many years, but your appearance hasn't changed at all."
After hearing this, the Sword Master's voice became even more stern. The wind in the entire courtyard blew faster, and the locust trees in the courtyard were trembling slightly. "Beauty is just skin and bones, it's just appearance! How could I care about such a thing!"
As he said this, he took two steps forward and walked out of the shadow of the corridor.
The moonlight fell on his face, clearly illuminating a young man's face!
With his snow-white cape and cloud-patterned brocade boots, he looked like a young gentleman galloping in the palace.
The dean took two steps back.
So their distance returned to three feet again.
The dean knew that he had angered the other party, so the best thing to do was to change the subject immediately, "How is Meteorite Abyss?"
Wei Jingfeng replied, "It's still expanding. What did the guy in Jiekong Temple say?"
"Same opinion as I do."
These questions and answers may seem inexplicable, and they are said lightly, but they are related to the fate and future of the entire world.
The one in Jiekong Temple naturally refers to Wuwang, the second sage of Jiekong Temple.
That sub-sage had not been concerned with worldly affairs for a thousand years, but on this matter, he shared the same opinion as the dean.
So the dean advised, "Why are you so stubborn?"
The Sword Master raised his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the sky billions of miles away.
"Before everything happens, nothing can determine another person's fate. Not even a saint, not even a star track, not even the way of heaven!"
This sentence is in line with Wei Jingfeng's usual code of conduct.
The dean understood, but still couldn't accept it, because he felt that he was right. Not only did Wuwang have the same opinion as him, but if every ordinary person in the world knew, they would make the same choice as him.
So he asked the Sword Master,
"Even if that person will bring devastating disaster to the world?"
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