The autumn sun is clear and bright. The sky is a magnificent peacock blue, with clouds spreading lightly and sunlight shining through the gaps behind the clouds.
When Yin Biyue walked out of the academy, he was holding three books in his arms, and the dean stood at the back door to see him off.
He also stayed overnight at the academy last night. When he woke up this morning, his master had not yet gotten up, and only the dean was reading in the courtyard. He raised his hand to turn the page, and the wide sleeves of his purple robe swayed lightly in the autumn breeze.
Yin Biyue came out to greet him, and he smiled.
"I have a few books in my collection that I just finished studying. They are quite interesting. You can read them when you have nothing to do."
Yin Biyue was slightly surprised. Everyone knew that the gentleman was well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, and he had memorized tens of millions of classics.
Some even think that there is no other book in the world that the gentleman has not read.
What else would a person who can use seals to travel through space and calculate the orbits of stars in the universe learn and ask? Self-created skills? The end of time? Balance in the distortion of space? Passing through the barrier of three thousand worlds?
The gentleman took out a few yellowed thin books from his sleeves. Yin Biyue took them with both hands, his fingers trembling slightly.
Looking down——
The Evil Fairy and the Cold Princess
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What the hell is this!!!
"The Gorgeous Immortal Husband Meets Me", "The Domineering Immortal Master Lets Me Go", "The Cold-blooded Master Falls in Love with Me", this is actually a series!!!
The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, his smile was as profound as the sea, "Young man, look good."
For a moment, Yin Biyue's mind exploded, and he almost rushed over to hold Mr. Li Tugen's hand, "You are such a fool! Tell me you are the same as me!——"
But in the end he just put the book into his sleeve and performed the disciple's etiquette properly.
Because the teacher was still smiling, as if he had just bought an interesting storybook in the market and given it to the younger generation.
The Sword Saint came out of the house, glanced at them, and said to Yin Biyue, "Qishhuang went back to Cangya last night. We will leave today."
Yin Biyue intuitively thought that the master wanted to say something to the dean, but he did not look back until he left.
The middle-aged scholar watched them walk out of the alley, and their figures were gradually lost in the crowded street.
The Sword Saint bought two horses and took Yin Bi westward through Chengyang Pass, all the way to the Floating Sea.
The autumn wind blows and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the geese fly south.
They walked and stopped, like two young men riding white horses and waving whips, on an autumn outing in Central China.
The Sword Master knows which city has the best night market, which brothel has the prettiest girls, which tavern doesn’t have water in it, and, when autumn comes, which lake has the fattest crabs.
He told his apprentice everything. Sometimes he would tell a few interesting stories from his youth, and more often he would watch Yin Biyue practice swordplay.
He didn't say anything when his apprentice was practicing swordplay, because he really didn't know how to teach. When he got excited, he broke off a branch and started fighting with Yin Biyue.
Yin Biyue was always abused badly.
The Sword Master laughed out loud, "Your senior brother went through the same thing. If you want to learn how to fight, you must first learn how to be beaten!"
Yin Biyue felt sorry for the senior brother. As the first disciple of Xihua Peak, he had no experience in training with the full-level masters, and he didn't know how to control the severity of his attacks. He must have been beaten a lot.
He originally thought that his master had no goals and just went wherever he wanted. Until they stood on the beach.
The sea breeze was salty and the dock was as noisy as ever, very similar to Da Nang in the west. People were getting on and off the ship, unloading and loading cargo, and the sound of the anchor call and the shouts of farewell were all mixed together.
Yin Biyue was in a trance for a moment, as if the scene when he was traveling with Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan was still just yesterday.
It's just that they are now in different continents.
Yin Biyue and the Sword Saint boarded the ship and joined the caravan heading to East Continent.
The East Continent is full of demonic cultivators, and is almost isolated, but there are also cultivators who have their own forces. The profit of a caravan's round trip is huge, and people die for money and birds die for food. There are always strong merchants willing to go.
The Sword Saint is now the third-generation disciple of Cangya Mountain. He and Yin Biyue are both in the Barrier Breaking Realm. They do not have to pay for the ship's fare, but only help escort the caravan on the sea to protect them from sea beasts and pirates.
This was Yin Biyue's first time crossing the ocean of this world.
White seabirds flying across the water and sky; huge ships holding up formations to sail through the hurricane-like waves; all kinds of strange sea beasts, some gentle and some brutal; the golden light of sunrise and sunset; the fishy and salty sea breeze and endless silver light at night.
The ship sailed on the sea, day and night alternated. The Sword Master played mahjong and told jokes with the sailors on the deck. When they lost, they would curse loudly. He also taught his apprentice how to play.
Yin Biyue never obsessed with practicing every minute and every second while at sea, but his mind was open and his realm improved rapidly.
He didn't know what his master was doing in Donglu, and he didn't ask much.
Seven days later, he broke through to the Hinayana realm, and finally realized that the legend that his senior brother Yan Xing broke through on his own while walking in the wilderness was not an exaggeration.
They disembarked at Donglu and said goodbye to the merchant company. The fleet leader patted the Sword Saint on the shoulder to recruit him, "Little brothers, after you finish your apprenticeship, come and run the fleet with me. You will have good food and drink. If I take a bite, I will give you something. If you can earn a hundred thousand spirit stones per trip, you won't have to worry about buying a house or getting married. Hahahahaha."
Yin Biyue was at a loss.
The Sword Master readily responded, "Thank you, big brother. May your business be prosperous and your money flow in."
The port was originally deserted, with a few lonely ships parked in the autumn wind. The arrival of the caravan brought the place to life. Yin Biyue followed his master in the direction of the crowd, and heard obscure accents along the way, which made him feel unfamiliar in a foreign land.
But he inexplicably felt that his master was very familiar with the road, because although he seemed to be walking casually, his eyes were always firm.
The sun sets over the wilderness, and the sky seems to be on fire.
They walked in the wilderness with withered grass and trees, soaring in the wind, and looking into the distance, they could vaguely see snow-capped peaks shrouded in clouds and mist on the horizon.
The reason they could see it was not because it was close, they were still at least a thousand miles away from the vast snowfield.
It is because the snow peak is very high and can be seen from any place with a wide view in East Land.
The once glorious Demon Palace was there a million years ago. Now it is occupied by the Golden Palace, the most powerful of the twelve Demon Palaces.
Yin Biyue had read about it many times in books, the boundless snowfield and the towering snow-capped peaks.
It is harder for a bird to cross the sea than to ascend to the sky.
The Sword Master followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Have you seen a demon cultivator?"
"I have seen it twice, in Yecheng and Tixiang Mountains in the South Continent."
"Have you ever fought?"
Yin Biyue nodded, but felt a little embarrassed when he thought of his poor performance at that time.
The Sword Saint asked again, "What do you think is the difference between demon cultivators and us?"
Yin Biyue felt that his master was testing him, so he answered cautiously,
"People like us who practice cultivation use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to transform into our true essence. In the process of breathing, we absorb the vital energy and exhale the dead energy. This is called endless life. It is said that the skills of the magic cultivators have no taboos. They absorb both the vital energy and the dead energy. Even the flesh and blood of living things and the evil energy of corpses can be absorbed as magic energy..."
He had never seen a demon cultivator practicing martial arts, and these words came from the records in ancient books.
The Sword Master said in a deep voice, "That's right. But there are two types of demonic cultivators. When disciples of the Twelve Zodiacs enter the sect, their masters will break their meridians inch by inch to stimulate the infusion of demonic energy. After the meridians are reborn, their strength can be increased by up to ten times. For those who can endure pain and hardship, their bones and skin will be rebuilt. The human body structure is changed, and they no longer consider themselves human. They usually call themselves demons."
Yin Biyue frowned. As a normal practitioner's realm improves, their physical condition and five senses will also change, but they will not deviate from human self-cognition.
The Sword Master seemed to know what he was thinking.
"If you have seen those who were thrown at the bottom of the cliff, their meridians were broken, and their survival was in jeopardy, but they still fought each other until the survivors could join the Demon Palace, you would understand their thoughts."
Yin Biyue was silent.
Most people in the world believe that demon cultivators are cruel and bloodthirsty because they practice evil techniques, but the Sword Saint sees deeper reasons.
The resources of East Continent are depleted, the forces are divided, the strong prey on the weak, and no one sect can make the rules. As long as you practice and desire the strength to protect yourself, you will live in an endless struggle, which tests your human nature all the time. Over time, many people have adapted to this kind of life, and East Continent has become more and more closed.
"Master, are you familiar with Donglu?"
Yin Biyue was just asking casually. He thought that since the Sword Saint had traveled for many years, there would be no place he was not familiar with. It was not surprising that he knew how the Twelve Palaces recruited disciples. Who knew that Wei Jingfeng replied, "Yes, I am familiar with it. I was born in Donglu, in the same village as Li Tugen."
Yin Biyue was speechless and choked.
The Sword Saint did not want to talk about this topic anymore, and talked about the types of demonic cultivators, "There is another type, who have no master and practice on their own. They have no one to rely on, and they are also unrestrained. They are good at killing people and stealing treasures, and make a living by looting. They don't care about the price, and they are not afraid of death."
Yin Biyue said, "It's terrible."
Not afraid of killing or death. Not bound by any rules, let alone moral conscience. He couldn't help but think that if he met such an opponent, it would be difficult to win even if the realm was similar.
The Sword Master nodded, "Yes, it is indeed terrifying... Look, here comes one."
Yin Biyue stopped and looked sideways. He saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the half-man-high weeds.
They have no emotions, are good at hiding, are very patient, and have the look of an animal staring at its prey.
A bone-chilling chill surged into his heart. If it weren't for the Sword Saint's reminder, he wouldn't have noticed that there was someone there.
If he were alone, he would most likely be ambushed and seriously injured, or even die here.
Yin Biyue's hand was on the hilt of the sword. The figure in the bushes still did not move. For a moment, there was only the whistling sound of the wind passing through the wilderness.
But he knew that the other party was most likely testing him or accumulating power for a critical strike.
The Sword Master suddenly spoke, his voice ringing in his ears, "This is different from the flower-folding battle you've fought before. This is a true battle of life and death. After you die, the Taoist robes with runes on them will be taken away by the other party and sold on the black market."
"There is no need for etiquette in fighting, and no need for beauty in killing. You just need to hold the sword and chop off your opponent's head or pierce his heart."
"Can you do that?"
With the Sword Master around, their conversation naturally couldn't be heard.
Yin Biyue told the truth, "I haven't learned this."
He didn't know if he could do as his master said.
The Sword Master sighed, "I haven't taught you this either, because this is a sword technique that kills people. But you need to learn it."
The world also needs you to learn.
Yin Biyue noticed that the grass trembled slightly, not because of the wind. It was because the other party's test was over and his patience was exhausted.
The Sword Master took two steps back and stood behind his apprentice. At some point, the state he displayed had turned into the Concentration Stage.
It's like telling the other person openly, "I'm weak, he's strong, he protects me."
Yin Biyue could only bite the bullet and draw his sword.
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