Yin Biyue restrained himself and drank the wine soberly, avoiding the embarrassment of talking nonsense after being drunk.
The two set out early the next morning. In the dim morning light, Yin Biyue took a last look at the gate of Yecheng.
The black brick city walls and bronze gates are majestic and magnificent.
He thought that perhaps by chance many years later he would have the opportunity to revisit the old place.
From Yecheng to Xingshan Temple, crossing the Titian Mountains is much shorter than taking the official road from Nanlu.
Because the incident of the demon cultivators two days ago was too sensational, the village at the foot of Mount Tixiang, twenty miles outside Ye City, was exceptionally quiet. All households locked their doors, and the roads were empty with only wisps of smoke from cooking fires.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan went into the mountains. Since the beginning of autumn in the south this year, there have been continuous winds and rains. The soil in the mountains is soft and moist, and the branches and leaves in the forest block out the sun.
There was no bright sunlight like in summer, only a thick mist. If you were not a practitioner, you could hardly see beyond three feet.
The two walked on the rugged mountain path, their pace was neither fast nor slow, but the mountain scenery on both sides was receding rapidly. At this time, their cultivation was much higher than when they passed Panlong Ridge. Even if they were strolling in the garden, they could shrink the ground into an inch and travel a hundred miles a day.
By dusk, we were halfway through the endless Titian Mountains.
As the sky gradually darkened, Luo Mingchuan stopped and said, "Let's rest in the mountains for one night and leave tomorrow morning."
Yin Biyue naturally had no objection.
According to the daily routine, I am more accustomed to sitting in meditation or practicing meditation at night.
Mount Titian is not steep, but rather beautiful and secluded, and the naturally formed caves are easy to find.
The moon began to appear, but was blocked by the intertwined branches. Only a faint silver light flowed down, illuminating a small piece of rock beside the cave.
The cloud boots stepped on the wet and soft soil, but suddenly stopped.
Yin Biyue looked back and saw Luo Mingchuan with a calm expression. He just held his wrist and shook his head.
So he released his spiritual consciousness and floated into the cave, but there was nothing in the pitch-black darkness.
This time, Yin Biyue suddenly became alert.
A cave in the mountains may have spider webs, vines, insects, and even wild animals, but it should not be empty.
Unless there's someone inside.
If they are practitioners passing by and this place has already been taken care of, they should find another place.
But Luo Mingchuan felt the devil's breath.
Because of the difference in his soul, Yin Biyue's consciousness was far more powerful than his own realm, so when he calmed down at this moment, he also felt it.
It was indeed a demonic aura. But unlike the cold and gloomy one I had seen by the Qiu Lake, this demonic aura was more violent and agitated, and also mixed with a strong smell of blood.
The grudges between Taoist monks and demon cultivators have accumulated for millions of years, and have long reached the point of no return. Even if the person who came here today was not Cangya's first disciple or a disciple of the Sword Saint, but just an ordinary cultivator, if he had the strength to fight, he would not stand idly by.
Yin Biyue's right hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.
Luo Mingchuan stopped him.
Then he transmitted his voice, "There is only one demon cultivator inside, and his realm is not as good as mine. Junior brother, please stay outside the cave and don't come in."
Yin Biyue stopped drawing his sword and decided to follow his senior brother's method.
If I act rashly, I might end up hindering my senior brother.
Seeing him nod, Luo Mingchuan took a step into the cave and disappeared on the spot.
Yin Bi was getting closer to him, but he didn't feel any fluctuation of his true energy.
At this time, his spiritual consciousness drifted into the cave. He could feel the devil's aura overflowing from the depths of the cave, but he could not sense Luo Mingchuan's presence.
Luo Mingchuan set up a layer of "barrier" around his body.
His Galan pupil technique has been cultivated to the third level. Not only can he see through other people's skills, but he can also prevent himself from being seen through.
At this time, the realm he showed was only the Concentration Stage, his steps were disordered, his breath was unstable, just like an ordinary practitioner who had hurried all day and came to the cave to rest for the night. He was tired and unprepared.
The cave is dark and the moonlight cannot shine in.
From deep within the cave came the sound of water drops hitting the rocks, each sound was exceptionally clear and the echo continued.
Some of the techniques practiced by the devil cultivators require evil spirits, some require fresh flesh and blood, and some require rotten corpses and dry bones.
Darkness is the most natural cover, and the boundless devilish aura surges in like a tide.
Luo Mingchuan stood in the cave, seemingly unaware of anything. He just looked puzzled and held onto the rough and wet rock wall.
If he was really in a state of concentration, he would not be able to muster up even a trace of true energy at this moment.
Perhaps because the visitor's realm was low, the demon cultivator was not overly cautious.
Covered in the devil's breath, an arm in the black robe suddenly stretched out, and its five fingers were like iron hooks, grabbing straight towards his neck!
Only the sound of rustling wind was heard, and Luo Mingchuan actually dodged the attack by turning sideways at the last moment!
At this time, the two were very close to each other, and Luo Mingchuan unsheathed the Shenzhou at his waist!
“Zheng——”
The other party retreated without hesitation the moment he sensed the crisis!
However, Luo Mingchuan's sword was too unexpected and had been building up momentum for a long time. The might of the Hinayana realm pressed down on him, completely blocking all his routes of retreat!
Under the silver sword, the man suddenly raised his hand, but not towards Luo Mingchuan, but towards his own chest!
He was hit by the palm and flew out like a kite with a broken string in the wind, and hit the wall of the cave hard!
"boom--"
The huge impact force caused the entire cave to shake.
That suicidal palm strike caused him to be severely injured, breaking two ribs in his chest. But it also gave him unparalleled speed, allowing him to retreat from Luo Mingchuan's sword!
Compared with the two, this is the lightest injury.
Luo Mingchuan was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party had such determination to cut off his own arm and attack him without hesitation.
Only after experiencing countless life-and-death battles can one develop such a terrifying combat instinct.
But he didn't hesitate at all and was about to draw his sword again!
At this moment, a sword light came from the cave entrance, like lightning splitting the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire cave.
It also illuminates the stern brows of the white-haired boy holding the sword.
Yin Biyue had just felt the surging demonic breath, and his heart was in suspense. He heard the roar in the cave again, and saw half of the mountain wall shaking. He was shocked and rushed into the cave with his sword without thinking.
Luo Mingchuan glanced at Yin Biyue coming in, and the tip of his sword subconsciously slowed down for a moment. But this interval was enough for the opponent with sharp combat instincts to disappear on the spot.
The surroundings were completely infected by the devil's breath, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was blocked out. Yin Bi was restricted by his realm, his true energy flow was sluggish, and his sword power could not be exerted.
The sword just missed and before he could get up again, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, as if a sharp knife had pierced his bone!
It was too late to turn around, Yin Biyue stabbed backwards with his sword, but he saw a white shadow flash by in front of him, and he was pushed out by a gentle force.
He retreated all the way to the cave entrance before finally stopping.
Only then did he realize that there was no sharp blade at all, but just a solid murderous intent.
Looking closely, Luo Mingchuan was standing where he was just now.
The sinking boat pierced through the man's heart and nailed him to the ground.
The thick smell of blood filled the entire cave.
Everything happened in a flash, from Yin Bi's arrival to the fall of the demon cultivator, in just a moment, the dust settled.
As Yin Bi walked forward, he saw large patches of black blood oozing out from under the black robe, while the pale face still had a hideous and distorted expression.
Luo Mingchuan pulled out the sword, blood splattered, his hands were steady, and his face looked calm.
The corpse collapsed and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it became a pile of bones. The black blood seeped into the soil, leaving no trace.
“Senior Brother…”
Luo Mingchuan turned around and saw Yin Biyue standing there staring at him with a blank look in her eyes and a lonely expression.
He was shocked. Could it be that he scared his junior brother?
Yin Biyue lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Luo Mingchuan's right arm holding the sword. There was a tiny wound there. The bleeding had stopped, but there was still a lingering black demonic aura.
He said, "Brother, you are injured."
Luo Mingchuan was relieved and smiled, "It's just a flesh wound, it's okay."
His true energy circulated for a cycle, the evil spirit had dissipated, and the wound was completely healed. Only a small spot of blood was stained on the white robe. In the dark night, if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't notice it at all.
Yin Biyue pursed her lips and said nothing.
If he hadn't rushed in without any plan at the end, Luo Mingchuan wouldn't have been injured because of the distraction in looking after him.
"Okay, let's go."
Yin Biyue let Luo Mingchuan pull his wrist and walk out of the cave.
Following the sound of water, I walked to a stream.
Under the silver moonlight, the gurgling stream flows over the rocks, and silver-like water droplets splash on the moss by the stream.
Luo Mingchuan began to wash his sword, smiling,
"Junior brother, you have done very well. When I was your age, I couldn't do so well."
Yin Biyue still didn't speak.
He knew that his senior brother was trying to comfort him.
But he still felt that he was useless.
Just like in every X-point article, there are stupid teammates who follow the protagonist to gain experience, and in the end they cause the protagonist to get injured.
He once again desperately desired to become stronger, just like the night he returned from the academy, under the clear moonlight, he wanted to take control of his own life.
Strong enough that at least when Luo Mingchuan fights with others, he can stay beside him instead of worrying about the battle situation where he can't see it. Furthermore, he can fight side by side with him instead of becoming his weak point.
This was the first time that Luo Mingchuan saw his junior fellow apprentice be so dull.
Although his junior fellow student didn't talk much in the past, after spending a long time with him, he could already sense his emotions.
The fact that his junior brother was worried about him made Luo Mingchuan feel warm inside. But he also blamed himself - if he was stronger, strong enough to escape unscathed, his junior brother wouldn't be sad.
Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue who was in deep thought, and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he raised his hand, which was originally used to wash the sword with water, and directly pinched the boy's face.
The tentacles are delicate and smooth, even the finest silk cannot be one ten-thousandth as delicate as it.
With the moisture of cool stream water, it looks like white jade soaked in ice water.
Yin Biyue suddenly felt a chill on his face and looked at Luo Mingchuan in shock.
His wide-eyed surprised expression made Luo Mingchuan laugh out loud. He pinched him twice more before letting go, "Junior brother, if you're not happy again, I'll continue pinching your face!"
Yin Biyue immediately covered her face with her hands. But then she felt too embarrassed and hastily put her hands down.
He glared and said in what he thought was a very serious and proper manner, "Brother! I will be crowned in two years! I am not a child anymore!"
The implication is that you can no longer pinch his face like you would a child.
Luo Mingchuan coughed lightly and said seriously, "Yes, Senior Brother knows."
He put his hands behind his back and rubbed lightly with his fingertips, as if the soft touch was still lingering.
But after the commotion just now, Yin Biyue was no longer depressed and regained his spirits.
He was indeed shocked just now, because in his memory, Luo Mingchuan had never joked with others, and his usual polite and proper appearance had fallen away. He seemed... more real and alive.
But no matter what kind of senior brother he is, he is still his senior brother.
And I will become stronger and stronger, just like my senior brother.
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There is an ancient temple hidden in the deep mountains.
As one of the "twin Buddhist temples", Xingshan Temple is superior to Jiekong Temple in terms of inheritance and orthodox Buddhism. It is a sacred place that Buddhists all over the world yearn for.
The place closest to Buddha in the world.
However, this is not a grand hall, nor a majestic Buddha Light Pavilion, but just a remote Zen room.
The ancient beams are rotten and the lights are flickering.
An old monk sitting in front of the desk, counting his rosary beads, looked haggard and had a kind look on his face.
He placed the paper on the flickering candle flame, and it turned to ashes in an instant. The night wind blowing in through the window blew away the paper, and no trace of it could be found.
Just as he has practiced Buddhism for many years, worldly affairs are like passing clouds.
The gray-robed monk standing beside him hesitated to speak, "Uncle Master..."
The old monk chanted a Buddhist name and said slowly, "If you have the Buddhist principles in your heart, killing people and saving people are both compassionate. Mr. Dean and Master Wuwang have made the same choice as me."
The young monk lowered his eyes and said, "I accept your instruction."
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