Yin Biyue knew that with his current hair color, in other scripts, he might be a non-mainstream teenager in his second year of high school, or a high-class fashion trendsetter.
But for the practitioners in this world, any physical problem is a big deal. Especially when the cause cannot be found and there is no way to know if there are hidden dangers to practice. If it can be cured, then it should be cured.
He himself didn't care at first, but the attitudes of the eldest brother and the second sister were very cautious, otherwise they would not have thought of letting him participate in the flower-folding party.
Yin Biyue didn't want to make Senior Brother Luo worry, and wanted to say, "No need to treat it, it's really okay."
But maybe it was because the moonlight was too good tonight, maybe it was because the scenery of the lake and mountains was too beautiful, or maybe it was because Luo Mingchuan's eyes were too reluctant to refuse, Yin Biyue opened his mouth, but the words turned into, "Okay."
Luo Mingchuan smiled with relief.
Junior chose to trust him, just like the time he proposed to go with him at the foot of Xihua Peak. Nothing could be better than this.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, she felt that if she said she would not go, it would make her senior brother more worried.
Then let’s go to Xingshan Temple.
The world is so big, let’s go see it together.
At the same time, in Yunyang City, thousands of miles away, a conversation was taking place under the light of the same bright moon.
But the moonlight there is no longer gentle, but instead reveals a bit of coldness and cruelty.
The two people who were talking did not have the slightest intention to consider each other.
But at the same time, the decisions made in these two conversations directly or indirectly determined the future fate of the world.
The discussion still failed to reach a consensus. Facing the Dean's question, the Sword Master simply looked at the night sky and replied, "The future of this world will eventually be handed over to the hands of the young."
This sentence seemed to be irrelevant to the question, but the dean understood what he meant.
So he didn't continue the topic, but took a few steps closer.
Three feet can be a distance of courtesy or a defensive distance between enemies. But now, someone has broken this distance.
Just a few steps closer, the atmosphere between the two of them miraculously eased.
The dean walked to the stone table, put away the broken formation plate, replaced it with a set of half-worn tea sets, and made a gesture of invitation to tonight's guests.
Wei Jingfeng sat down without any hesitation.
They started drinking tea, the best Junshan Cloud Tea.
Just like many years ago when they were young.
"Put aside other things and stay here to recover from your injuries."
The Sword Master was as powerful as ever tonight, and there was no sign of injury. But he did not deny what the dean said.
"What is this old man afraid of?"
The dean smiled and said, "It's always troublesome."
Yes, the Sword Master is not afraid of anything. Even if he is injured, killing the man on Hengduan Mountain is just a matter of one sword.
But if the news gets out, many people will be tempted, overestimate their own abilities, and rush into danger like moths to a flame. The world will be in chaos, and the Sword Master will draw his sword and kill people again.
Wei Jingfeng is not afraid of killing people, nor does he care about reputation.
He kills people without asking for justice and acts only according to his heart.
But he is afraid of trouble. The current situation is very troublesome.
The Meteorite Abyss is still expanding, and the monsters below cannot be eliminated. They sensed that the soul was still alive, so the Yin Sha gathered and was born. Over the past million years, it has continued to grow.
If the root cause cannot be killed, these monsters will sooner or later emerge from the dark abyss and devour all living flesh and blood.
Monsters are not magic cultivators, they do not feel pain, and do not need to practice martial arts. They can simply rely on devouring to improve their own abilities.
Wei Jingfeng is the first saint after the "Ending Dharma Era". He is also the only saint in the world at present.
The Meteorite Abyss was a taboo for practitioners, and only he had entered it, and more than once.
Since he first entered five hundred years ago, the dean had begun to deduce a catastrophe that would destroy him.
The Sword Master has not returned to Cangya for many years, and the dean has worked hard for many years and done a lot of things.
They don't think what they do is great or worthy of the world's admiration.
But if the sky is about to fall, there must be someone tall to hold it up.
They just think they are superior to others. So they should act like this.
They have differences, but neither of them is wrong; they just choose different methods.
But in the end, we ended up going in the opposite direction.
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When Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan went down the mountain, the morning breeze was blowing and the moon was waning. The sea of clouds in the east was dyed red and golden by the light of the rising sun. The morning breeze blew on their faces, bringing with it the moisture of the grass and the coolness of the clouds, making them feel refreshed.
They returned to Yecheng, and the whole city was still immersed in a sweet dream.
The empty long streets and the fluttering wine signs, the crisp bird songs and the crowing of chickens in the deep alleys.
The clerk on the roadside yawned as he opened his shop door. An old couple pushed a wooden cart and set up a breakfast stall. White hot steam came out from the gaps in the steamer.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan walked through the city, neither of them spoke.
Just like those noon and dusk after the competition in the ring, they walked towards Qiu Lake together. Inexplicably, Yin Biyue felt at ease.
It's like going home together.
When the two walked to the edge of Qiu Lake, they suddenly felt something was wrong.
Duan Chongxuan was neither by the lake nor in the courtyard.
It’s so early and the teahouse is not open yet, where will he go?
Yin Bi frowned more and more, and Luo Mingchuan said, "Don't worry, it shouldn't be a problem."
The two were about to go look for him when they saw a young man in an ink-splashed landscape robe running over. The slightly loose robe made his frail figure even more apparent. It was Cheng Tianyu.
Seeing the expressions of the two, Cheng Tianyu hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Duan is in retreat at Wutong Garden to break through the barriers... My senior brother said that you should come back, so he asked me to tell you."
Yin Biyue felt relieved, "Thank you."
Luo Mingchuan said sincerely, "Thank you very much, thank you for your trouble."
Cheng Tianyu felt a little embarrassed and said shyly, "I don't deserve your thanks. Senior brother, please go and take a look together."
In fact, Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to suppress it and wait until he returned to Xihua Peak to break through the barrier in seclusion. However, after climbing the mountain, his mind became smooth, and he broke through again. His aura was unstable and his pressure was exposed. There were also two people from Qinglu Sword Sect climbing the mountain to break leaves. Song Tang and his three friends were also waiting at the foot of the mountain. They happened to see Duan Chongxuan coming down the mountain, so they invited him to go to Wutong Garden for seclusion.
Retreat is a big deal, Duan Chongxuan is not someone who trusts others easily, but this time he chooses to trust the other party.
As the host of this flower-folding meeting, Qinglu Sword Sect has the most senior masters stationed in Yecheng. Wutong Garden, where Song Tang and the other two live, is undoubtedly the safest place. Especially when they don't know whether Zheng Wei of Baopu Sect has left Yecheng.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan followed Cheng Tianyu to Wutong Garden in the north of the city and thanked Song Tang and Zhong Shan.
Song Tang was surprised that Luo Mingchuan broke through to the middle stage of Hinayana overnight. He congratulated him but did not ask any further questions.
They stood in the courtyard and talked for a while. Yin Biyue looked at the closed door and could vaguely feel the breath of the people in the room rising steadily, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered. He was also relieved to think that there were three Hinayana realms here, and Zheng Wei could fight if he came. The chatterbox was really safe.
It would take Duan Chongxuan at least four days to break through the barrier. Although the Flower Folding Meeting was over, the Qinglu Sword Sect still had a lot of finishing work to do. They would not leave for the time being.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue also decided not to go with the others in Cangya Mountain two days later, but to wait for Duan Chongxuan to break through the barrier before leaving together.
When they came down the mountain, only Luo Mingchuan was in the Barrier Breaking Realm, while Yin Biyue and Duan Chongxuan were both in the Concentrated Spirit Realm. But now, it will soon become two in the Barrier Breaking Realm and one in the Hinayana Realm.
It is no exaggeration to describe this speed of cultivation as rapid progress. The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he realized that it was no wonder that many practitioners liked to travel in the world.
But what about Master? He has been traveling for so many years. Is there any place in the world that he has not been to?
The flower-picking meeting was over, and small sects began to leave Yecheng one after another. The disciples of Cangya Mountain also began to prepare to set off.
For the cultivators, there was nothing to pack, they were mainly busy saying goodbye. The Zhehua Club was not only for competition, but also for meeting disciples from other sects. After this farewell, it was hard to predict the future of cultivation, and I didn't know if I would have the chance to meet again.
Qu Duiyan came to eat lotus leaf glutinous rice chicken that day, and was originally planning to invite He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian to a banquet on the top floor of Taihe Building tonight.
But they both rejected it unanimously, "It's not as delicious as the night market in the city!"
So the three girls sat at a busy roadside wonton stall, scooping wontons from worn white porcelain bowls.
It's a pity that Qu Dui Yan's face was left there. The food at the roadside stall looked better than others, and the guy at the next table spilled his soup.
The three of them ate all the way, and finally lay on the roof beside Qiu Lake to enjoy the breeze and watch the moon.
He Yanyun said, "I think the most urgent thing is to marry you off."
Qu Duiyan was not convinced, "Why? I am still young and my mother is not in a hurry!"
He Yanyun rubbed her belly, "Think about it, with your partner, the four of us can still play mahjong together, but if the three of us are together, all that's left is food..."
Ruan Xiaolian was originally immersed in the sad atmosphere of parting, but when she heard her say that, she immediately smiled.
All good things must come to an end. The moon is at its zenith, and its clear light shines on the roof.
Qu Duiyan stood up, her clothes fluttering in the wind and her face shrouded in a faint silver glow, like a fairy from the Moon Palace.
She said, "Remember to write to me, or send me a jade slip. As long as it reaches Lianjian Sect, I will receive it."
Ruan Xiaolian's eyes were slightly red, "Definitely."
He Yanyun muttered to herself, "Who has the time for that!" As she stood up, she felt a sore nose.
At dawn the next day, the people of Lianjian Sect set out to return to Zhonglu. At noon, the disciples of Cangya Mountain also said goodbye to Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue and left Yecheng.
At dusk, except for the Baopu Sect and the Qinglu Sword Sect, the rest of the major sects had already set out to return to the mountain.
With fewer outside practitioners, Yecheng seemed to have returned to the time when Yin Biyue and the other two had just entered the city.
During the entire flower-folding meeting, security in the city was extremely tight, and the Black Armor Guards were patrolling non-stop every day. Now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Duan Chongxuan came out of seclusion on this day.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan came to Wutong Garden early in the morning. The five of them stood in the yard staring at the door.
Finally, when the atmosphere in the room calmed down, Duan Chongxuan pushed the door open and walked out, looking energetic and as if he had been reborn.
He saluted to the five people in front of him and thanked them for guarding the pass.
Seeing him successfully break through the barrier, several people laughed with relief. Cheng Tianyu happily congratulated him. Even Zhong Shan, who usually had no expression, softened his expression.
Duan Chongxuan discovered that Luo Mingchuan had also made a breakthrough, so there was a joyful atmosphere in Wutong Garden, as warm as spring.
At that time, they didn't know that Yecheng was now gloomy and filled with depression and panic as if a storm was about to come.
Because someone died in the city.
The dead one was the night watchman from last night. There was no body in Shiyang Lane on South Street. The only thing that could be used as a basis for judgment was the blood stains left in the cracks of the stone. There was also the devil's breath that cut through the bluestone slabs.
If this happened in the East Land where the evil cultivators were rampant, such things would happen every day.
But here, he could avoid the eyes and ears of those senior strong men, and even City Lord Ye.
This is a terrible thing.
In the entire southern continent, there has been no trace of demonic cultivators for nearly a hundred years.
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