The entire autumn in Lueyang City is always accompanied by continuous drizzling rain.
When the autumn rain hits, the flower alley is deserted with the swaying skirts of the people coming and going. Even the most gorgeous flowers of the hibiscus seem a bit deserted.
The rain fell along the eaves in strings of beads and drifted in with the chilly west wind.
There is cold wind and rain outside, and there is warm wine and dim lights inside the house.
Yin Biyue's alcohol tolerance was average, far less than the other two. He was already a little drunk.
I only heard the master scolding the third senior brother, "You deserve it! I have seen the Song family kid before. He comes from a decent family and you ruined their reputation. Don't say that I taught him..."
Yan Xing chewed peanuts soaked in vinegar and nodded vaguely, "Yes, yes, I deserve it..."
Yin Bi laughed more and more. He wanted to say, "Third Senior Brother, you don't have to hide anymore. Fifth Junior Brother has already discussed with Young Sect Master Song that he will not draw his sword next time he sees you. I will give you a chance to explain."
He opened his mouth, and suddenly his head felt heavy, realizing that the alcohol was taking effect.
I didn't expect that this refreshing drink would have such a strong aftertaste.
He propped his head at one side, and watched in a daze as his master and third senior brother clinked bowls and slammed the table. They were chatting excitedly, but he could no longer hear clearly what they were saying.
Then he fell asleep.
I slept very deeply, and when I woke up, the rain had stopped and the sky had darkened. I didn't know when a green lamp appeared on the table.
The aroma of wine mixed with the damp cold wind blew in his face, and Yin Biyue felt refreshed, more comfortable than meditating all night.
It is a state of mind.
The Sword Master stood up and closed the window.
After finishing the last bowl of wine, he said to his third disciple, "I am leaving now. Don't see me off."
Yin Biyue said goodbye to Yan Xing and stood up to follow.
The moment they stepped out of the door, Yan Xing called out, "Master..."
The voice was not loud, and was drowned out by the noise in the lobby.
The Sword Master paused slightly, then waved his hand with his back to him, with an extremely cool posture.
The proprietress came over and put a jar of wine on his table without saying anything.
In the alley, girls gathered in groups of three or four under the dripping eaves, their thin silk clothes wet, laughing quietly. Someone moved the flowers back to the second-floor terrace and lit up the red-tasseled and gold-colored lanterns, which looked like a vast expanse of red light from afar.
Someone walked into the alley and turned into a small building as if he was familiar with the road. The long and narrow alley seemed even more cramped.
Yin Biyue and the Sword Saint walked against the flow of people. When they came out, they saw an empty long street, with fallen leaves and sycamore trees, all bleak and desolate, like another world.
The Sword Master glanced at the half-dark sky and said to himself, "There is one more thing I need to do..."
Before Yin Biyue could hear clearly, he suddenly felt his feet go empty, and he knew that his master had taken him flying again.
The howling wind only lasted for a moment before it became quiet in my ears.
The bright moon appeared above the clouds, as if it was within reach.
Yin Biyue stood on the clouds, with a panoramic view of the vast mountains and rivers.
The Sword Master's voice was somewhat ethereal, "Old Four, when you accept a disciple and lead someone to ride the cloud, remember to block the wind."
Yin Biyue was startled. Cheng Ben Yu Feng was at least a sub-sage, and he was still far from that. But the master seemed very sure.
After a few drinks and seeing his third brother joking around with the master, he felt much closer to the sword master, whom he admired so much, and he no longer had the restraint he had before.
So he nodded, "It's too early. When I have a disciple, the master will be the great master... How to block the wind, do you have to do some magic?"
The Sword Master shook his head. "No need. By that time, you can just think about it and there will be no wind."
Yin Biyue felt that he was really asking for trouble. A scumbag really couldn't understand the realm of a great god.
The Sword Master seemed to have remembered something funny, "The first time I took Jun Yu with me, there was no wind protection, so of course I wasn't cold, but I ended up freezing your senior brother."
The more Yin Bi thought about the cold and stern senior brother, the colder he felt. He was listening to something very tragic, but for some reason, he also laughed like a sword master, "Master, don't lie to me. With the level of senior brother, how can he be afraid of the cold?"
"Don't you believe it? Jun Yu was very young at that time. When he stood, he was not even as tall as my waist. I lifted him up like a kitten. Tsk, what are you laughing at? It's true... He didn't have much cultivation yet. He didn't even know how to make a sound when he was cold..." The Sword Saint said, his voice lowered, "I'm not a good master. I don't know how to teach people, and I didn't teach you well..."
Yin Biyue used to think that he had a cheap master. Apart from knowing that his cultivation was the best in the world, he knew nothing else.
But later, he heard many stories about the Master and heard about the Master from other people.
I often wonder, what kind of person is the Sword Saint?
It was not until he was at the foot of Chongming Mountain that he suddenly realized what he had accomplished and used the Blue Sky and White Sun Sword. It was as if he saw through the rain the figure of the man who swung his sword towards the sky and even the sky would give him some distance. He felt the man's state of mind when he used the sword.
Later, he really met his master.
The Swordmaster was different than every imagination he had.
He did not have the calm and detached demeanor of the abbot who had everything under control, nor did he have the demeanor of a senior master that he had when he first met Guanshi.
Although he always calls himself an old man, he is fond of drinking and sleeping, and he laughs and scolds as lively as a young boy.
Yin Biyue was in disbelief at first, but suddenly understood after drinking.
Because no one stipulates how a saint should live.
He laughed, "Master, you really didn't teach me much. To be honest, when I first saw you in Xingshan Temple, I didn't recognize you at all, because the portrait hanging in the peak was twenty years older than you."
The Sword Master muttered, "Wouldn't that make me look more stable..."
"At that time, I thought I had reached the end of my rope, and felt that even the Golden Immortal could not save me and Senior Brother Luo, but Master came to save us..."
The Sword Master's voice was still low, "It's still too late..."
Yin Biyue suppressed his smile and said seriously, "I don't think it's too late. I know Master won't teach, because I have a high talent and my practice is almost intuitive. Master is often away because he is doing something big. It's not just me. I believe that the eldest brother, the second sister, the third brother and the fifth brother all think so."
The idea of 'doing something big' was just a guess, but the Sword Master did not refute it.
"It was Master who showed me a possibility. Even if the road of cultivation is full of thorns and mud, even if I live a long life, I don't have to be scheming, I don't have to be cunning, I don't have to live like a person whose prime is over. I can sleep when I want to sleep, drink when I want to drink, and act according to my heart... I envy you very much, but perhaps I will never be able to live like Master in my entire life. Because Master is the one and only Sword Saint Wei Jingfeng in heaven and on earth!"
The Sword Master laughed loudly, his laughter shook the sky.
"Hahahaha - you don't have to live like me. Because you are also the one and only Yin Biyue in the world."
Being praised by the saint like this, Yin Biyue felt embarrassed for a moment.
The Sword Master thought of his previous words, "I am not a good master," and felt that it was too sour, and he wanted his apprentice to comfort him. So he waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
He led his men to jump down from the clouds.
"ah--"
Unprepared, the feeling of weightlessness brought by the high-speed fall made Yin Biyue scream. The whistling wind accompanied by the sword master's laughter penetrated his eardrums, and he felt his heart was about to jump out.
Finally, before he could raise his true energy, his descent stopped.
Yin Biyue's face turned pale and he gasped for breath.
Then I heard the Sword Master ask, "Is it exciting? Fourth Brother, you see, life is full of surprises."
...I take back what I said. QAQ
They were still in the clouds and there was no real land under their feet, but they could see the rolling mountains clearly.
It was late at night, and the cold wind blew away the clouds and mist between the green mountains. A faint silver light covered the highest peak.
That was the light generated by the formation.
It looks very beautiful when contrasted with the boundless autumn moon in the night sky.
Yin Biyue came back to his senses and thought about the direction they had been traveling. "Are we... in Hengduan Mountain now?"
The Sword Master said "hmm" nonchalantly.
There is the Baopu Sect on the Hengduan Mountains.
The Baopu Sect has a large mountain protection formation.
Although it is not like the Xingshan Temple, which has been passed down for millions of years, it is integrated with the mountain's spiritual veins. When it is opened, it is led by four elders in the Mahayana realm and the sub-saint is the main formation. It can also borrow the natural power of the Hengduan Mountains.
Yin Biyue didn't know why his master came here, but he had a vague guess in his heart.
He now wanted to see how his master would break the formation, and it was a formation that was at its peak of power. It would surely cause the earth to collapse and the mountains to fall, and the wind and clouds to change color.
Then the Sword Master took him down.
Nothing happened. They stood on the top of the mountain, and it felt like they were standing in their backyard.
Yin Biyue was stunned, but also felt that it seemed as if it should be so.
This is what a saint should be like: come when he wants to and go when he wants to.
Which formation can trap him?
There were more than just the two of them on the mountain top. There was also an old man standing on the jagged rocks.
The wind fills his sleeves, making him seem to be about to fall. But he is still as majestic as a mountain.
Yu Shi looked back.
Seeing Wei Jingfeng with an indifferent expression.
When he was young, he often thought that he should not live in the same era as Wei Jingfeng.
If the Sword Master were no longer in the world, he would be the highest mountain.
He stood on the Hengduan Mountains, with the vast mountains and rivers at his feet.
As long as he wanted, he could even see the waves on the floating sea, the bamboo buildings on Qinglu Mountain in the south, the abyss where the light from the east land could not penetrate, and the golden roofs of the North Imperial City.
None of these are as tall as him.
But now that the Sword Master is back, who will remember which is the second highest mountain in the world?
Yu Shi’s eyes were slightly cold.
Wei Jingfeng didn't look at him, but turned to look at the disciple behind him.
"Look, it's this old bastard who used a lot of tricks when I was away. You can't beat him now, so I will help you vent your anger first. When you become successful in the future, you can get back at him yourself."
The Sword Saint's tone was too casual, as if they were discussing what to eat in the evening. Yin Biyue was stunned when she heard it.
Yu Shi's face became even colder, and his sleeves were filled with strong wind and bulged high.
The formation shone brightly, like the bright moon in the sky falling into the Hengduan Mountains, and above the nine heavens, thick clouds rolled, exuding a majestic pressure.
The shadow grew bigger and bigger, and Yin Biyue could see clearly that it was the shape of a sword.
A huge sword shadow covered the entire Hengduan Mountains.
That is Yu Shi’s Bagua Sword.
But the Sword Master did not draw his sword.
The strong wind and sand could not reach him. He raised his hand from under his wide sleeves and pointed at a distance.
Just like doing it by chance.
The last moment he was drinking in the Chunxiu Tower surrounded by wine and flowers, and the next moment he can stand on the top of the Hengduan Mountains and take action.
Because for Wei Jingfeng, there is no difference in difficulty between these two things.
It’s just that the former is happier, while the latter is a bit annoying.
The shadow of the giant sword shattered, and the bright moon broke through the dark clouds.
Yu Shi fell from the top of the mountain.
The cliff is thousands of feet high and the bottom is unobservable.
The Sword Master turned around and said, "Let's go."
Just like when they came, with the breeze and the bright moon, Yin Biyue and his master rode the wind.
"Master, have you finished your work?"
"not yet."
"So where are we going now?"
"Go to the Central Continent."
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he realized that this was truly the most dramatic and eventful night in his life.
Maybe I can meet all the important people in the world.
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