Before Yin Biyue and Duan Chongxuan reached Qiu Lake, they ran into Luo Mingchuan.
Luo Mingchuan found them and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're all okay. There was a gust of wind just now, which was strange..."
In fact, his Galan pupil technique saw a huge shadow above the clouds, which was a beast at least in the Mahayana realm. But now that the storm has passed, the beast should not be coming to destroy Yecheng.
Duan Chongxuan turned around and glanced at Luan Er who was hiding behind him.
Luan Er whimpered and stood up, his eyes watery. He seemed to know that he was wrong, and his expression was very aggrieved.
Luo Mingchuan was shocked and asked, "Is it this?"
"Luan Er, this is Senior Brother Luo, come and say hello."
The Blue-Winged Luan lowered its slender neck and rubbed its crown feathers against his hand.
The furry touch stunned Luo Mingchuan.
His hand was touched by a blue-winged phoenix in the Mahayana realm.
Yin Biyue felt better now.
He cannot be the only one who has this kind of shattering experience.
Unfortunately, there are no Huskies in this world, so Senior Brother Luo cannot understand the essence of Luan Er’s eyes.
Using Luan Er's indirect cuteness, Duan Chongxuan began to explain, "I didn't mean to hide it, it's just that the situation at home is more complicated..."
Luo Mingchuan interrupted him, which was rare. "No need to say these things. I treat you as my junior brother, and this will not change."
Duan Chongxuan smiled and said, "I need to go home right now. I'll leave Fourth Senior Brother to you, Senior Brother Luo."
Yin Biyue always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.
But seeing Luo Mingchuan nodded seriously, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.
After Duan Chongxuan finished speaking, he saw the Yecheng priest coming over with Wang Xi.
His face became calm, and even his demeanor changed.
The Half-Step Mahayana guard commander negotiated with the City Lord's Mansion and obtained Duan Chongxuan's consent before entering the city alone after unsheathing his sword.
At this time, he stopped three feet away and saluted, performing the Northern Imperial Capital's great salute. After kneeling down and almost crawling on the ground, he said, "Your Highness, I wish you the best."
Except for Duan Chongxuan, everyone else stepped aside to avoid this greeting.
Yin Biyue keenly discovered that although the chatterbox's standing posture had only slightly changed, he seemed to be standing on a high platform worshipped by thousands of people.
Duan Chongxuan didn't say anything.
So the middle-aged general in silver armor just kept kneeling.
The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
Yecheng Gongfu left first, and Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan felt that they should also leave.
Duan Chongxuan gave them a look, indicating that it was not necessary.
After a while, he said calmly, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Wang Xi stood up and took three steps forward before saying respectfully, "I came here because of Your Majesty's wish."
He glanced at the two outsiders present and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Duan Chongxuan ignored him and said only two words, "Speak directly."
Qingyi Luan stood beside him, her pupils were red, and her eyes were the same cold and superior as his.
Yin Bi felt that he was testing the other party. In other words, he did not trust Wang Xi, even though he behaved humbly and respectfully, impeccably.
He had never seen such a Duan Chongxuan before, but as Luo Mingchuan said, no matter who he was, he was still his junior fellow apprentice.
The middle-aged general clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had gone through a strong ideological struggle.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and uttered eight words, "Your Majesty is seriously ill and wants to see Your Highness."
Duan Chongxuan's expression remained unchanged. He asked, "Where is Bai Chongling?"
"Lead the troops to guard Guangyao Palace, block all news, and prevent the rebels from entering the palace." Wang Xi knelt down suddenly and kowtowed fiercely. "Your Highness, please set off immediately and follow me back to the palace!"
Duan Chongxuan didn't say anything.
Wang Xi kowtowed continuously, without a trace of true energy to protect his body. As a practitioner who was half a step away from becoming a Mahayana practitioner, he even had red marks on his forehead.
After a while, Duan Chongxuan said, "Wait for me outside the city."
He didn't say how long to wait or when to leave.
Wang Xi suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with gratitude, as if Duan Chongxuan's agreement was already a great favor.
He didn't ask anything, but stood up and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
Then he bowed and stepped back three feet before turning around and leaving.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were filled with emotion.
The chatterbox was still immersed in the atmosphere just now. It was not until the other person's back was almost invisible that the man and Luan suddenly relaxed.
He took out his folding fan and waved it vigorously, blowing up Luan Er's feathers. "Excuse me, please..."
Yin Biyue asked, "Can this person be trusted?"
The chatterbox made a bitter face and said, "Basically credible."
Yin Biyue suddenly remembered that at the seaside, the little boy who delivered the invitation asked on behalf of the dean, "How is your father?"
The chatterbox answered a lot of questions in one breath, which basically meant that he was in good health and had a strong spirit, could eat and sleep well, and did not have to worry about anything.
He just felt uncomfortable at the time and didn't think too much about it. But now thinking about it, could it be that at that time, His Majesty the Emperor of Beilu, one of the six sub-saints in the world, had already started to have poor health? Otherwise, why would he ask such a question?
Duan Chongxuan thought a lot and finally said, "I will probably stay in the Northern Capital for a long time this time." He turned to Yin Biyue and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, when you return to Cangya, please say hello to my senior brothers and sisters for me."
Yin Biyue knew that this was a farewell, because it was possible that Duan Chongxuan would ascend the throne this time and he would never be able to return to Cangya Mountain again.
He did not agree directly, but said, "Take care on your way. Say hello to your senior brothers and sisters. I can't do it for you, you have to say it yourself."
Duan Chongxuan was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly, "I will go back."
Yin Biyue nodded.
The road ahead is unpredictable. What’s the use of saying so many words?
Luo Mingchuan said, "No matter what the final result is, Cangya Mountain is there."
Duan Chongxuan knew that this was a guaranteed escape route for him - even if the situation changed this time and he was no longer the crown prince and had no place to stand in Beilu, he would still have Cangya Mountain to protect him.
"I will take care of myself. I heard from my fourth brother that you guys should be careful when you go to Xingshan Temple."
Then he said, "Since I have decided to go back, the sooner the better. I am leaving."
No more words.
The man and the phoenix turned around and walked out of the city.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, their backs were stretched out.
Duan Chongxuan didn't look back in the end, he just stretched out his hand and waved.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan stood in the sunset and watched him go away, heading towards an unknown future.
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It has been autumn in Yecheng for many days. The cool wind is getting more and more bleak, blowing the dead leaves all over the Wutong Garden.
It started raining the day after Duan Chongxuan left.
The autumn rain brought a chill, and on the third day, the demon cultivators lurking in Yecheng were restrained and escorted to the City Lord's Mansion for interrogation.
Before this, the elders of Qinglu Sword Sect and Yecheng Priest happened to force him to the edge of Qiu Lake.
The lake water was disturbed by the wind and rain, and the waves were misty.
Luo Mingchuan joined the battle, and the Shenzhou sword pierced through the black robe and nailed the man's wrist bone. In the wind and rain, Yin Biyue saw the black and red blood being diluted by the rain and flowing into the turbulent autumn lake.
Later, news came out that the evil cultivator had self-blew himself up in the City Lord's Mansion. Fortunately, there were no casualties, and it was also confirmed that he had no companions.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he thought that a soul-searching technique might have been used during the interrogation.
After the rain stopped, the world was cleansed and the autumn air was crisp and the west wind was blowing.
The people in the city put on thin coats, the sake in the taverns was replaced by stomach-warming liquor, and the cold cakes and cold noodles on the street were replaced by steaming mutton offal soup.
Life went on as usual, and the matter of the demon cultivator was soon forgotten.
The Qinglu Sword Sect left Yecheng after the rain stopped. Song Tang and the other two said goodbye to Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan before leaving.
There was still not much to say. Both parties just said take care of themselves.
That night, Yin Biyue bought two jars of wine and sat on the roof to drink with Luo Mingchuan.
So much has happened recently.
"Brother, we should leave tomorrow."
"Yes. Let's go south, to Xingshan Temple."
Yin Biyue looked up and saw the bright autumn moon, then lowered his eyes to the edge of the autumn lake. The bloodstains from that day had long been washed away by the rain, but they still seemed to be flowing before his eyes.
He still remembered the look in the eyes of that demon cultivator.
Bloodthirsty and cruel, without any human emotions.
I have encountered bandits on Panlong Ridge and had fights with them at the foot of Chongming Mountain.
But he had never really been exposed to the dark side of this world.
In fact, the dark side of this world is huge.
Yin Biyue took a sip of wine, feeling a lot of emotions, but not afraid.
The last time we drank here, there were only three of us. In the courtyard next to us, the disciples of Cangya Mountain were still sleeping soundly.
The chatterbox should be crossing the sea now.
He knew that the friendship among practitioners in this world was like this: a thousand cups of wine when they met, and a few words before parting.
He thought that Song Tang, Zhong Shan and Cheng Tianyu should all be considered their friends. Although they never drank with him at night, they still had something to say before leaving.
Luo Mingchuan's voice drifted in the autumn wind.
"Gathering and separation are impermanent. Cultivation and life are always a personal matter. Don't be obsessed."
Yin Biyue held the jar of wine and drank half of it. Under the moonlight, his skin was as white as jade, and the moonlight could almost penetrate it.
He knew Luo Mingchuan was trying to comfort him, but he still wanted to ask, "Will Senior Brother leave me?"
Luo Mingchuan looked him in the eyes and said, "No."
Just like the sun, moon and stars, I will never leave you.
The author has something to say:
Duan Chongxuan: My eldest brother has lions and tigers, my third brother has candy, and my fourth brother shows affection every day, why am I still a single dog? I don't accept it!
Toilet paper: He is handsome and has great accomplishments, and he can get along well with anyone!
Duan Chongxuan: Isn't this prince handsome?
Toilet paper: This chatterbox is crazy and it’s useless to talk to anyone!
Duan Chongxuan: ＿（：зゝ∠）＿
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