Yin Biyue thought to himself, are you kidding me? How can I leave now?
But suddenly, his feet felt empty, and clouds gathered in the air. He and Luo Mingchuan actually soared into the air, rising into the air together with the newcomers.
Behind them, the mountains and forests where the ground veins had collapsed shrank rapidly, and the Xingshan Temple where the Buddhist temple had collapsed also flashed by.
The speed was too fast, the whistling sound of the wind filled his ears, and the white mist blowing in his face made it difficult for Yin Bi to see the face of the person in front of him.
"Senior..."
He sat on the clouds and wanted to say thank you, but the cold wind blew in, making his teeth chatter.
The person in front of him also realized that something was wrong and casually brushed his sleeves.
Yin Biyue discovered that they were still flying in the air, but the wind had quieted down and the cold air had dissipated, as if they were covered by an invisible barrier.
There were so many surprising things that day that he thought his psychological endurance had greatly improved.
But when he saw the young face of the white-robed swordsman clearly, the word "senior" instantly got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
The young man stood on the clouds, looking down at him with his chin raised, "Old Four, are you unhappy to see your master?"
...to be a teacher.
……division.
…
Yin Biyue was completely speechless this time.
Why on earth would this guy, who looks about the same age as me, be my legendary most arrogant and domineering...master?
This blow is like a sudden time travel with the wrong script.
He said in a daze, "Happy, happy."
If not my master, who can take me to show off and fly like this?
Looking more closely, it really is 70% similar to the portrait on Xihua Peak, except that it is twenty years younger.
The sword master smiled, and his sharp eyebrows relaxed, giving him a unique kind of cheerful and energetic look.
Yin Biyue came back to his senses, and countless questions came to his mind.
What is the relationship between Senior Brother and the Demon Lord? The dean and Xingshan Temple both know about this matter, so how much does Master know?
I heard that Master went to Meteorite Abyss. Was it because something happened there? Are there really monsters under Meteorite Abyss?
And his Yihu Sword, it was obviously of extraordinary origin, was it the master who made a mistake when passing on the sword? Or was it the senior brother who gave it to the wrong person? It couldn't have mutated on its own, could it?
If there is anyone in this world who can answer these unsolved mysteries, that person must be the Sword Saint.
But right now, all the problems are far less important than one thing——
"Master! Senior Brother Luo was seriously injured just now..."
The Sword Saint seemed to have just seen his apprentice holding someone in his arms. Facing Yin Biyue's hopeful eyes, he calmly leaned over and casually took the pulse. "Hmm... not dead."
Instead, he slapped Yin Biyue on the shoulder.
Yin Biyue only felt that his master's palm strike had given him a shock of energy, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort, as if all the injuries, big and small, had healed. But he still frowned and said worriedly, "But Senior Brother is unconscious now..."
The Sword Master put on the face of an elder who was disappointed with his friend. Of course, if this expression was made by an old grandfather with white beard, it would be more intimidating.
Yin Biyue immediately changed his mind. How powerful is the master? He is the best in the world. He said everything is fine, so of course he has to believe the master.
The Sword Master waved his hand.
"When he wakes up depends entirely on his fate. If I force him to do something, he will become an idiot when he wakes up... Tsk, don't hold me so tight."
I was thinking with pain that the fourth child had followed someone so devotedly and desperately. All the disciples in the family were honest people, and only the fifth child was as smart as me. Unfortunately, there were a lot of troubles at home.
Tsk, the future is worrying.
Ride the wind and travel thousands of miles in an instant.
Overlooking the Cangya Mountain Gate from the clouds, you can see the green tiles and flying eaves among the golden and dark green mountains, giving you a sense of grandeur that looks down on the world.
Yin Biyue was filled with emotion. It was still spring when he left the mountains and entered the world, but now it was already late autumn when he returned. Before going to the flower picking meeting, he never expected that so many things would happen along the way. Several times, he even thought he would never come back.
Without seeing the Sword Saint making any movement, the mist under his feet began to float down.
Cangya's mountain protection formation is in the hands of the headmaster Zheng Yangzi and Jun Yu, and they are the first to know about any movement.
The two men were now standing in front of the Sword Saint's residence in the courtyard of Xihua Peak, one blowing his beard and the other holding a sword.
Jun Yu bowed properly, "Master."
Zheng Yangzi took the person from Yin Biyue in one quick step, "Hey my eldest disciple! What happened? He was still alive and kicking when he left!"
The Sword Master ignored him and pushed the gate, causing dust to fall down. He had no choice but to raise his hand and cast a Dust Repelling Technique, then turned to his eldest disciple and said, "Well, I haven't been back for a while... You've grown taller, taller than me."
Jun Yu seriously corrected him, "It's not some days, it's one hundred and three years, seven months and fifteen days."
Yin Biyue was surprised to find that his elegant master actually looked a little embarrassed.
Then he changed the subject and looked at Luo Mingchuan, saying solemnly, "Let's go to Qinghe Hall first to discuss business."
Zheng Yangzi activated the "Cangya Order", and the group came to the Qinghe Hall on the main peak Xigan Peak and placed Luo Mingchuan in the inner hall.
When Wei Jingfeng entered Cangya Mountain, Zheng Yangzi was his fellow apprentice. But in his eyes, this apprentice was too troublesome, and he was prone to getting into trouble and putting himself in danger when he went out. Fortunately, he later became a saint with a higher level of cultivation, and no one could mess with him.
At this moment, Zheng Yangzi looked at his eldest disciple lying on the bed, as if he had returned to the days when he was vomiting blood because of Wei Jingfeng's anger. He asked tremblingly, "What's going on?"
The Sword Master was still very brief and to the point, "I don't know."
Seeing that the old man with white beard was about to suffocate, Yin Biyue hurriedly stepped forward to explain.
He started from when they entered Xingshan Temple, except for the illusionary experience in the Buddhist hall under the abyss, and told everything else. After all, the master was here, and he said he didn't know before, probably because he was too lazy to talk. He was not sure if anything could be hidden from the eyes and ears of the saint.
Finally, he concluded, "My senior brother went to Xingshan Temple because he wanted to cure my illness. It was my fault. Fortunately, Master showed up at the last moment and saved us."
After hearing this, everyone was silent for a moment.
Zheng Yangzi glared at him. "What does it have to do with you? It's those bald asses in Xingshan Temple who are crazy. They even had the nerve to write me a jade slip, saying that all their temples and houses have collapsed. Do they still expect us to compensate them?"
Yin Biyue was shocked. Xingshan Temple had a million-year foundation and was so large that even if the formation was completely destroyed, it would not be so. He subconsciously looked at his master.
The Sword Master said calmly, "It's easy."
It's as if his face says 'I did it and I'm holding it in'.
The eldest brother also looked unhappy and said coldly, "What kind of Buddhism is this? It's just fake compassion."
Yin Biyue was helpless. Why didn't anyone pay attention to the immortality of Le Guan a million years ago, the reincarnation ambition of the Demon Lord Mo Changyuan, and the possibility that his senior brother had become a demon! Aren't you shocked? !
Isn't this the real point? ! !
The Sword Saint seemed to know what Yin Biyue was thinking, "It doesn't matter whether he is possessed by a demon or not. What matters is whether he is still him."
Zheng Yangzi also realized the crisis, "That is to say, when he wakes up again, he may also be the Demon Lord?"
The hall was silent for a moment.
Finally, the Sword Master said, "It depends on his own will."
After hearing this, Zheng Yangzi was relieved, as if he had confidence in Luo Mingchuan, and said irresponsibly, "That's no problem, okay, let's go."
Yin Biyue was shocked, and what was even more shocking was that his master actually responded and prepared to leave.
This is such a big deal! Is it really okay for you to be so casual?
The Demon Lord would cry to death if he knew that he was not taken seriously!
The eldest brother's expression was still as cold and solemn as ever, "Second Junior Sister went to the Floating Sea to look after Fifth Junior Brother, and Third Junior Brother has not returned yet."
Yin Biyue knew that her senior sister must have seen the farewell letter sent by Hua Lao and went to look for her out of worry. As for the third senior brother, should he still be hiding from Young Master Song?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his senior brother was alone in the mountain, and was... a little pitiful.
Jun Yu continued, "Master's courtyard has not been cleaned yet, why don't you stay at my place first."
The Sword Master uttered a 'hmm' and followed him.
Before leaving, he turned around and asked him, "Old Four, don't you want to go back and rest?"
Yin Biyue shook his head, "I'll accompany Senior Brother Luo."
The Sword Master said nothing more and went back with a look of disappointment on his face.
Zheng Yangzi was very proud, and walked away with a refreshed look on his face.
Yin Biyue added the soothing scent of osmanthus fragrans to the lotus-patterned incense burner.
Wisps of green smoke drifted out, and in the empty inner hall, only the shiny green bricks reflected his shadow.
When it got dark, he turned on the lamp, sat in front of the bed, and stared at the person on the bed in a daze.
Senior Brother's recovery ability is truly amazing. All his wounds have long since healed, and his complexion has regained vitality. His eyelashes cast a shadow quietly, and his face is very gentle, as if he is asleep.
But Master said that when to wake up depends on one's own karma. Maybe just like in the state of meditation, brother is probably fighting against something. When he wins, he will wake up.
But the Sword Master couldn't help him, this was his war alone.
I could only watch helplessly.
He suddenly remembered that his senior brother had taken care of him when he was unconscious more than once. Finally, it was his turn to look after his senior brother, even though he could not do anything to help.
The sound of bells could be heard from far away in the mountains, and one could vaguely hear the conversations and laughter of the disciples of Cangya Mountain over at the Deacon Hall.
Everything is the same as it was in the old days.
I was very happy to see Master today, very happy to return to Cangya Mountain, and very happy to see that Senior Brother has made a breakthrough.
These are the people and things that are important to him in this world. If needed one day in the future, he will fight for them with a sword.
But what about senior brother?
Yin Biyue suddenly felt a little panicked.
Because he found that he had become accustomed to relying on his senior brother without knowing when.
On the night they left Yecheng, Senior Brother clearly said, "Practice and life are always a personal matter."
But he still wanted to go with his senior brother.
Just like this journey, we practiced together, practiced sword skills together, went to many places together, supported each other, and faced powerful enemies and unknown crises.
It was late at night, the moon was at its zenith, and its cold light spread all over the ground.
He walked to the high steps outside the hall to enjoy the breeze and watch the bright moon shining over the vast green hills. His chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.
When I turned around, I saw Zheng Yangzi also standing on the steps, his back a little hunched. Under the moonlight, the wrinkles on his temples seemed to be deeper.
Yin Biyue called out "Master", but Zheng Yangzi waved his hand, indicating that he should be ignored.
After a long time, Zheng Yangzi suddenly spoke, and his slightly hoarse voice drifted in the night wind.
"In fact, I knew it a year ago. But I didn't believe it. At that time, I thought, even if he is, can I still abandon my own apprentice?"
Yin Biyue knew that he was talking about the Demon Lord.
"I don't understand, why him? What's wrong with this child? This fate has to fall on him..."
It is unreasonable to ask the heaven for the truth.
Because too many sufferings and struggles in this world can be explained by "this is fate".
It’s not that Zheng Yangzi doesn’t understand, but he is no longer the majestic leader, but a master who may lose his disciple.
Yin Bi thought about it more.
"There will always be a way. Trust Brother and wait for him to wake up."
He said it very firmly, as if this was just a small matter that would not be a problem for his senior brother.
"Yes, there is always a way."
Yin Biyue looked up when he heard the voice and saw the Sword Saint sitting on the eaves of the palace, his robe fluttering, and his eldest senior brother standing beside him with a sword in his arms.
He laughed.
Although there are still many things that I don’t understand, they are not important now.
They all believed in their brother, and together they fought against the destiny and faced the unknown turmoil in the world.
Ask the heaven for the truth.
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