"Master, when do we set out?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to go back and have some sleep first."
With the cultivation of a saint, sleep is no longer necessary. But Wei Jingfeng likes to sleep.
"Let's go." He turned around and called Jun Yu, then walked towards his apprentice's courtyard.
The moon was rising, the night wind in late autumn was chilly, and the sound of waves could be heard in the forest.
From Yin Biyue's perspective, in the semi-dark sky, the backs of the two people were almost side by side.
But he knew that the eldest brother was always one step behind the master. This was a kind of respect that could not be crossed.
He suddenly felt that being the master's first disciple had a different meaning. If there was anyone in the world who could truly understand a saint, it must be the eldest brother.
On the second day, Luo Mingchuan gave a lecture in the Dharma Hall. He talked about the introductory knowledge of cultivation, such as cleansing the meridians and cutting the marrow, the path of the true essence running in the spiritual veins, how martial artists choose their techniques, and how spiritual practitioners absorb spiritual energy.
These were all told to the young disciples who had just joined Cangya, but there were many people who came to listen. There were people of all realms.
The Law Hall is an elementary school on Cangya Mountain. As the sect's first disciple, Luo Mingchuan used to come here often to learn some basic knowledge.
This place is close to the Deacon Hall and has a constant stream of people coming and going. It is one of the most lively places in Cangya Mountain.
Yin Biyue stood at the entrance of the Law Hall. From time to time, disciples would stop and nod to him. Those with lower seniority would even bow. He had come down the mountain this time and had interacted with more people. He could handle such situations without being embarrassed.
Not long after arriving, Luo Mingchuan finished his get out of class and walked out surrounded by a group of disciples.
He didn't expect Yin Biyue to be waiting outside. He was slightly startled and then walked forward, with the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
"Junior brother..."
The people around him quickly dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan was suddenly surrounded by empty space.
The disciples passing by also quietly moved around to leave them space.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Yin Biyue shook his head, "No."
Neither of them mentioned yesterday's argument again.
"Master is taking me out to do some work today... I don't know when I'll be back."
Luo Mingchuan smiled slightly, but then he sincerely congratulated Yin Biyue and said, "It's rare for a sword saint to teach you. When you come back, I will definitely make further progress."
Yin Biyue nodded.
For some reason, he started to explain again, "I think it will be soon."
Luo Mingchuan laughed.
"Let's go. I'll take my junior brother back."
There was no conversation along the way, only the crunching sound of Yun's boots stepping on the thick fallen leaves.
The two stopped at the foot of the rarely visited Xihua Peak. The sky was blue, the ground was covered with yellow leaves, and the autumn air was crisp.
Yin Biyue felt that he had thought it through, "Brother, can you decide on the cultivation method after I come back?"
Luo Mingchuan did not answer.
He didn't know how to explain it to his innocent-looking junior fellow apprentice.
"Perhaps I am indeed not mature enough, but I will definitely improve a lot after traveling with Master this time. When I come back, we can work out a solution together... Or, as Senior Brother said, wait until I am crowned?"
Yin Biyue thought that this was the best time he had used his ability to express himself. If his senior brother still didn't agree, then there was really nothing he could do. Thinking of this, his eyes unconsciously showed a bit of pleading.
In Luo Mingchuan's eyes, his junior brother's usually cold expression came alive, his eyes were like rippling autumn water, and he looked like the fluffy fur kitten in the academy, and actually looked pitiful.
He was stunned, and at this moment he could not care about anything else, so he agreed immediately, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief and smiled even more deeply.
The Sword Saint came down from Xihua Peak and saw this scene. He sighed softly and waved to the people behind him, "Don't see me off. Go back."
Jun Yu stopped where he was, but did not go back.
Luo Mingchuan saluted the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng had always been intolerant of these empty formalities, but this time he found them quite useful. He even thought with amusement that no matter whether you were a true immortal or a demon king, you had to pay respect to me, so it was worth being a saint.
Yin Biyue thought about how he hadn't talked to his senior brother since he came back this time. He walked in front of Jun Yu, opened his mouth, and finally said something in annoyance, "Congratulations to senior brother for his improvement in swordsmanship."
Jun Yu thought for a moment and said, "Junior brother has also made a lot of progress."
His expression was still stern and his words sounded stiff.
But Yin Biyue knew that the senior brother had tried very hard.
He bowed to say goodbye. Jun Yu helped him up. Neither of them was good at talking, but they had a sense of closeness between fellow disciples and would never be unfamiliar.
"Let's go, Old Four."
He looked back one last time and saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the autumn morning light, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, light and gentle, like warm jade shining.
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Yin Biyue originally thought that his master could ride the wind and cross the continent in a day, so no matter what he was doing, it must be fast.
But in fact, they are shopping now.
Twenty miles away from the foot of Cangya Mountain, in Lueyang City, they walked through the bustling crowds of people in the streets.
It rained yesterday, the water on the blue bricks has not dried up yet, and golden sycamore leaves are floating on the ground.
The wine sign swayed gently on the tall building, and the rich aroma of the liquor wafted out, mixed with the boiling hot steam of the mutton offal soup on the roadside, which was enough to warm the coldness of late autumn.
Many pedestrians hid their hands in their thin jackets, and even the most beautiful young girls exchanged their summer skirts for thick cotton ones.
The Sword Master put on a cloak to protect himself from the cold and said,
"Yellow leaves are still blowing in the wind, and the brothel is still playing music."
Qiu Fengli is a short sword, finely crafted and decorated with pearls. It hangs on his waist like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself is like a young gentleman walking in the Zhangtai.
Yin Biyue seemed to suddenly understand why there were only a handful of people in the world who had seen a saint.
Because people would never expect a saint to be like this.
After reciting the poem, the Sword Master said to himself, "I remember there is a good braised beef brisket restaurant in Lueyang City... Hey, the girl Luhua in Chunxiu Tower sings even better..." He turned around and asked his apprentice, "Old Four, have you been to Hualou?"
Yin Biyue was so shocked that he couldn't catch his breath, and he almost choked to death on his own saliva.
"Ahem, no, no..."
This must not be what he meant!
Just like in Yecheng, he misunderstood that Hu Lao was inviting him to visit a brothel.
Master's cultivation realm is so unfathomable, and his character is so high and admirable, how could he possibly say such a thing...
"Come on, Master will take you to visit the Flower House!"
The Sword Master waved his hand and pulled his dazed little disciple into the back alley of the street.
God bless you! I really didn't overthink this time.
Walking through the alleys filled with wine and flowers, people came and went along the way. Yin Biyue was a little stunned, and only came back to his senses after stepping over the threshold.
The lights in Chunxiu Building were dim during the day, but the fire in the lobby was burning brightly, crackling. There were two or three tables of guests drinking and talking loudly in Lueyang dialect.
The middle-aged proprietress leaned against the counter, painted her nails with marigold liquid, and glanced casually at the customers who came in.
If it weren't for the cultivator's keen sense of smell, which allowed him to smell the faint scent of powder and flowers in the air, Yin Biyue would have thought that his master had come to the wrong place.
This is so different from the brothel he imagined. QAQ
It's said that the old man will come to play. QAQ
Are they going to sit here drinking until the evening, waiting for some special night activities, such as Miss Luhua's little song?
Before Yin Bi could think more, the Sword Saint had already taken him to the counter and put a silver ingot on it. "Madam, do you have any more of 'Fu Sheng Huan'?"
Yin Biyue was surprised to find that his master actually spoke with a Lueyang accent!
The proprietress weighed the silver and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
With a clang, it fell heavily on the table, with dust flying everywhere.
The two found a corner by the window and sat down.
The Sword Master opened the jar of wine swiftly, and a refreshing aroma overflowed.
Yin Biyue filled the two people's wine glasses and looked outside following his master's gaze.
Outside the window, girls from various brothels would walk by from time to time, holding up their skirts, with flowing sleeves, slender waists, and golden hairpins. The alley was filled with the warmth of spring.
Not far from them, guests at those tables were talking about something and laughing while clapping their hands on the table.
The Sword Master took a sip of wine and sighed with satisfaction.
He asked casually, "What kind of sword have you been practicing recently?"
Yin Biyue answered cautiously at first, "I first practiced the general formula of Cangya Sword Technique, and after cutting my marrow, I practiced the 49 styles of Hanshui Sword, and also learned a little bit of Blue Sky and White Sun Sword..."
Later I found out that the master was just asking casually.
The Sword Master sighed, "Hmm... In broad daylight, my sword is a fine sword..."
There is no more.
"What's your favorite tea?"
"Junshan Cloud Tea."
"I like that too, but unfortunately there aren't many good teas left in recent years..."
Yin Biyue suddenly felt herself calm down.
From the time he entered Xingshan Temple to the time he watched his brother wake up, his spirit was always extremely tense. He was nervous because he was uneasy.
But at this moment, there are no conspiracies or puzzles, no oppressive feeling like a sword hanging over one's head, and no pressure of practicing that cannot be stopped for even a moment.
It's like sitting under the locust tree in the academy and drinking tea with the dean.
Now I am in a brothel and a wine shop with my master, in the hustle and bustle, chatting about random things. My heart is as quiet as it was then.
Drink good wine and look at girls.
I don't know why, but doing this kind of waste of life with my master seems to bring me a special kind of joy.
The wine jar was half empty. Wei Jingfeng stopped pouring wine, and Yin Biyue followed him and put down his wine bowl.
At this time, a voice of authentic Lueyang dialect rang out in the lobby.
"Madam, is there any 'Fu Sheng Huan' left?"
"The last jar, sold to that table."
Yin Biyue looked up when he heard the voice, and saw the swordsman who turned back in front of the counter.
Both sides were stunned.
How can we not meet each other in life, Third Brother? Why is it that every time I see you, you are either drinking or on the way to buy wine?
Yan Xing first saw the person sitting at the same table with Yin Biyue, and suspected that he was drunk and dazzled, "Master...Master..."
The Sword Master pulled out an empty wine bowl from somewhere and waved at him, "Come here."
Yan Xing ran over happily, saying calmly, "Master left it for me? Master is so good to me..."
"I heard that Master is back and is heading to Cangya..."
This image of "as long as there is wine, he is my father" once again refreshed the majestic image of Duan Shui Dao Yan Xing in Yin Biyue's mind.
No, Third Brother, you didn't chase me away. You even came to the flower house to buy wine. We saw it with our own eyes.
Yin Biyue thought about it again. There were six people in Xihua Peak, and half of them were drinking wine. What was going on?
But Yan Xing was drinking happily, and he ordered a plate of marinated beef and pickled peanuts to go with the wine, while chatting and laughing with the charming proprietress, "Miss Luhua, why don't you sing a song today?"
Yin Biyue suddenly became alert and looked around the room to see where the girl came from.
The proprietress replied lazily, "I have a sore throat today and can't sing."
Yin Biyue was speechless again.
The Sword Master sighed, as if lamenting that he was too naive.
Who can I go to for justice in this matter? QAQ
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