The night deepened. The flickering yellow candlelight fell on the woman's beautiful face, illuminating her slightly furrowed brows and the worry in her eyes.
He Yanyun was very panicked. She couldn't calm down or practice.
Ruan Xiaolian, who was meditating on the bed, opened her eyes, stood up and closed the window. Sitting beside her, he asked softly, "What's wrong? You have been restless all night..."
He Yanyun came back to her senses and forced a smile, "It's okay, maybe I was too tired during the day."
Ruan Xiaolian knew that she must have something on her mind, but she didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't ask any more questions.
He just smiled and said, "The moon is very round today, let's go out for a walk."
The two girls walked into the yard and jumped lightly onto the roof.
The whole town was empty. Cangya's disciples repaired a few dilapidated houses and stayed there for one night to rest and recuperate. They would leave here tomorrow morning and go to the next village to see if there were any remaining demon cultivators still in the West.
There was a fierce battle in broad daylight, and no one expected that there would be more than forty demon cultivators in this inconspicuous town.
Fortunately, Senior Brother Luo saw the opportunity quickly and no one in the team was seriously injured.
Under the cold moonlight, the dark ruins of the tower not far away were visible, as if the battle was still happening before our eyes.
He Yanyun thought about what happened during the day.
Her cultivation talent was outstanding among Cangya's disciples, otherwise she would not have been accepted as a disciple by Zhengyangzi. Although she was far from being a genius, she also had unique talents.
Her observation and five senses are extremely sharp, especially her hearing.
She was the only one who heard the evil cultivator's last words before he died.
Senior Brother Luo had been injured while saving someone before, and his recovery ability was incredibly fast, and only she noticed it.
Her intuition told her that these were big things, so she didn't tell Ruan Xiaolian.
The incident at Xingshan Temple shocked the cultivation world, but because of the involvement of the Sword Master, people in the streets did not dare to talk about it.
What shocked He Yanyun was that after Senior Brother Luo came back and recovered from his injuries, his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. Although Senior Brother Luo was clearly in the Hinayana realm, she could sometimes feel the pressure of a Mahayana realm, even more powerful than her master. Once or twice, it could be considered an illusion. But yesterday, this feeling couldn't be clearer.
Ruan Xiaolian said, "Duiyan wrote to me last time, saying that he tried a new way to make glutinous rice chicken, but he didn't use the right formula when starting the fire, and the kitchen exploded."
He Yanyun burst into laughter. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
"She was afraid you would laugh, so she only wrote to me."
He Yanyun immediately took out a jade slip and began to write.
Ruan Xiaolian knew that the two of them could still hurt each other even though they were tens of thousands of miles apart, but fortunately He Yanyun became happy.
"She blew up the kitchen, and then what?"
"Then she was severely scolded by her mother."
"That's it? I don't believe it, there must be more!"
"I really can't say anything after that..."
He Yanyun jumped up and poked her belly, "Just tell me."
Ruan Xiaolian stretched out her hand to block it, but was unable to dodge back. "No, no, no, no. Then her junior brother Chen Yi passed by and pulled her out of the ruins of the kitchen..."
"Hahahahahaha, the most beautiful woman was rescued from the stove by her first love, she was covered in dirt. I can laugh for a whole year!"
"You forced me to confess this!"
"What are you afraid of? If she had told you earlier, you would have told me!"
Ruan Xiaolian thought about it and said, "That's right."
Later, Qu Duiyan asked her why He Yanyun had not replied yet.
After He Yanyun finished writing the jade slip, she felt happy and in high spirits.
Looking up, I saw a figure standing on the roof opposite.
"Senior Brother Luo..."
Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible in the autumn wind, but Luo Mingchuan heard it.
Then he turned around and smiled, "You have been tired recently, and we still have to travel tomorrow, so you should rest early, Junior Sister."
"Brother, have you been... okay lately?"
This question was a bit confusing, even He Yanyun herself didn't know what she was asking, and felt a little annoyed for a moment.
But Luo Mingchuan answered seriously, "I'm fine."
His eyes were calm and his voice was gentle, yet it carried a firm strength.
At this moment, He Yanyun suddenly felt that all her worries in recent days were meaningless.
The senior brother is still her senior brother.
She respected and admired her senior brother whom she had regarded as a brother for many years.
That was enough. She believed in her senior brother.
So are other things important?
Of course it is important, but the world's major events are taken care of by the big people.
She would rather worry about her senior brother's lifelong affairs, so her smile was a little more teasing, "When will Senior Brother Yin come back?"
Luo Mingchuan was slightly startled. He had always been open-minded and had never thought that one day when someone mentioned Junior Brother Yin, he would feel strangely embarrassed.
He looked at Yuanyue, "I don't know either, but it's never too late..."
Junior brother said he would be back soon.
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Sword Saint and Yin Biyue were walking in the wasteland.
With no obstructions to the view, the moon appears particularly large.
The cold silver light shone on the sword, and the Yihu Sword was as smooth as water, and not stained by blood.
Yin Biyue held the sword all the way and never sheathed it.
He didn't kill anyone again, but he fought many times. Every time he was ambushed, his opponent would flee as far as he could after missing his blow. He would experience the life-and-death struggle every day.
At night, the Sword Saint slept on a big tree with yellow branches and leaves, and Yin Biyue meditated under the tree.
The sky is high and the land is vast, and the night wind is howling.
Sometimes he thought that his master was from Donglu, and when he was young, he went from Donglu to Cangya, and perhaps he also walked through this wasteland, and perhaps he also dealt with killing people and robbing treasures day and night, and couldn't sleep at night. So later he paid special attention to the quality of sleep.
The master and the apprentice would chat. The Sword Saint spoke directly, and the more Yin Bi wanted to ask, the more direct she became, even if she couldn't understand some of the answers.
"What kind of sword is Yihu?"
"A magical weapon."
"Why give it to me?"
"I didn't give it to you, it chose you."
"Master, why did you leave Donglu?"
"When I was a kid, the village was gone... Li Tugen said he wanted to go outside and see the world."
"How did you get out?"
"Li Tugen is good at calculations. He can avoid enemies that he can predict."
"What about those that can't be calculated?"
"If we can't predict it, we'll kill him together."
"It is said that Master and Sensei once teamed up to kill a powerful Mahayana master after breaking through the barrier realm. Is it true?"
The Sword Master responded nonchalantly, "Uh...yeah."
Although it is a rumor, the truth is often more terrifying than rumors.
"If one practices the Heavenly Luo Nine Transformations to the end, can one really achieve immortality?"
This was what the dean told him. Yin Biyue felt that it was too outrageous. Then he thought again, after a long career as a villain, could he also be considered immortal?
The Sword Master replied, "Whether it is true or not, this kind of defying the will of heaven is too boring."
It's not meaningless, it's just boring.
"Master, isn't your cultivation for the pursuit of immortality?"
There are tens of millions of practitioners in the world, and their goal is nothing more than great power, extraordinary status, and a long life.
"I first started practicing because I enjoyed it. Practicing swords is interesting in itself. Later, I practiced to live freely. As for immortality? I have never thought about it... It is boring to worry about so many things. If you die on the road, you will be buried on the road. If you die in the ditch, you will be buried in the ditch. Even if wild dogs eat you, you will still have a meat coffin..."
Although they were talking about a matter of life and death, the Sword Master's voice became lowered and he actually fell asleep.
Yin Biyue leaned against the tree. The moonlight cast mottled shadows on the tree and fell on his face.
Without death, what is the meaning of life? He had never thought about this question. The master was detached and free, and his realm was so high that perhaps he would never be able to reach it.
But he remembered what his master had said, that he was the first Yin Biyue and there was no need to be the second Wei Jingfeng.
He has his own path to follow.
There will be a day when we can get out of the vast wilderness. Yin Biyue and his master came to the first town where humans live in concentration since they entered the East Continent.
In the bleak autumn, the gray flags on the city walls look even more desolate. In a chaotic and separatist place, different flags represent the protection of different forces.
There were no buildings higher than three stories in the city, and brick and stone structures were more common than wooden mortise and tenon joints. The long street was a flattened dirt road, empty even in the daytime. Every door was locked, and occasionally a few figures walked by, all in a hurry, with weapons tied to their waists.
In the East Land, besides the boundless sea of snow, there was also the rumored Golden Palace, which was luxurious beyond human realm, and towns of this size were scattered all over the place. People living here also had no security guarantees, which was only three points better than the dangerous wasteland.
The Sword Saint led Yin Biyue into the only two-story restaurant in the city. The stairs creaked under the weight and dust fell.
He spoke to the shopkeeper in a difficult dialect, and Yin Biyue could only guess a little bit of what he meant. After he finished speaking, he slapped two spiritual stones on the table.
Donglu does not use copper coins or silver, and there are no businesses that exchange silver bills. From the black market to the tavern, the only thing circulating is spirit stones.
Soon, the skillful waiter brought a jar of wine.
"There's not much food here, but the wine is good. Only the water from the Mincheon River can make such a strong Shaodaozi. Come, try it."
Yin Biyue took a sip from the bowl. It was extremely spicy, like a sharp knife piercing his intestines, and he choked and coughed repeatedly.
The Sword Master laughed loudly and drank the whole drink in one gulp.
The guy brought another black cloak, and the Sword Saint threw it to Yin Biyue, "I bought it for you."
This kind of cloak is very tight, and after Yin Biyue put it on, he felt like a demon cultivator. But he had to admit that the white Taoist robe was too eye-catching when walking in Donglu.
The Sword Master obviously didn't think too much about it, "Black is more resistant to stains."
Even if it is stained with blood, it is not obvious, whether it is your own blood or the enemy's.
They rested in the town for one night and headed south to the Minchuan River the next day.
When the Sword Master bought the boat, the sky suddenly darkened, dust flew, and a drizzle began to fall.
Seeing that they were two young men, the boatman kindly advised them, "The water on the river is fierce in this weather."
The Sword Saint smiled and paid him two more spirit stones. It is not easy to get a kind word in troubled times.
When we reached the middle of the river, raindrops as big as beans fell down with a crackling sound. The boat was swaying in the huge waves, like a fallen leaf in late autumn, and was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
Two people sat opposite each other in the cabin. The rain was heavy and the wind was strong, but strangely they couldn't blow in here.
Under the flickering candlelight, the bright sword light was like a flash of lightning, illuminating the entire cabin.
This was the first time Yin Biyue saw Qiu Fengli unsheathed. He stared at it intently, afraid of missing a single glimmer of brilliance.
On the Hengduan Mountains, Master severely injured Yu Shi with only one finger.
At that time he was wondering, is there anything else in this world worthy of a saint drawing his sword?
The Sword Master began to polish his sword, looking very serious. Yin Biyue could not bear to interrupt him.
Until the Sword Master began to speak, "Old Four, do you have anything else to ask?"
For some reason, Yin Biyue had a bad feeling in his heart. He had this intuition all the way, and now it was magnified to the extreme.
During this trip, the master met many people, did many things, and taught him a lot.
It’s like putting the past behind me and saying goodbye to this world.
Then Yin Biyue opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.
"Master, what have you been doing these years?"
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