Yin Biyue was extremely nervous along the way. He felt like a sword was about to stab him from behind all the time, and he never rested for a moment.
It wasn't that he was intentionally showing off his power, but he had been immersed in fighting recently and had gotten used to it, so he forgot to restrain himself. The moment he saw Luo Mingchuan, he thought of relaxing.
He didn't know that when he felt he was weak, he seemed incredibly strong to others.
The disciples of Cangya gathered around, and exclamations were heard from the shore.
"It's actually Senior Brother Yin!"
"Senior Brother Yin has entered the Hinayana realm!"
"This is too fast. I don't want to live anymore..."
Yin Biyue was not good at socializing, so he nodded to everyone. He explained briefly, "I went to the East Continent to eliminate demons and made some breakthroughs."
This slightly cold reaction, in the eyes of the disciples, seemed to him to be the same as before, still cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Luo Mingchuan took two steps forward calmly, vaguely forming a protective posture, and stood in front of Yin Biyue.
Seeing this, He Yanyun smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yin has been traveling all the way and has worked hard, so let's not disturb him to rest for now. We haven't finished checking the defense line in Da Nang yet, Xiaolian, come with me."
Although she was speaking to Ruan Xiaolian, everyone else came to their senses after hearing what she said.
"Wait, let's go too..."
"Brother Luo, please accompany Brother Yin back to rest."
The crowd on the beach scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and soon the only sounds left were the whistling wind and the crashing of waves on the shore.
Luo Mingchuan turned slightly to the side, a faint smile in his eyes, "Congratulations, Junior Brother, on your breakthrough."
He looked calm and steady, no different from usual, and his words were irrelevant.
But his hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves, and he used all his energy to control his surging emotions. He was afraid that if he relaxed even a little, he would hug the person in front of him, and then melt into his bones and blood, never to be separated again.
As Yin Biyue traveled through Donglu, his demeanor became more cold and aloof than before, with a sharper and more murderous look. It seemed that even the edges and corners of his eyebrows and eyes were sharper.
But now there was only Luo Mingchuan in front of him. Hearing the familiar voice again, even if it was just one sentence, the defenses he had been on for many days suddenly dropped, and boundless fatigue and sadness rushed over him. Almost instantly overwhelmed him.
"Master has gone to the sword tomb. I don't know when he will be back..."
Yin Biyue's voice was a little muffled. Luo Mingchuan understood what he meant despite this incoherent sentence.
All the surging emotions in his heart turned into a delicate heartache. He looked at the person in front of him intently and said seriously, "It will be fine. We must believe in the Sword Saint."
The same consolation from others would be useless to Yin Biyue. But when it came from Luo Mingchuan's mouth, it had the magical power to soothe people's hearts.
The two of them were standing very close to each other, and he suddenly felt an urge from nowhere to hug his senior brother.
He thought so and did so, without giving it much thought.
Very warm. In Yecheng, in Xingshan Temple, in Cangya Mountain, it is all the same warmth and reassuring.
Luo Mingchuan was caught off guard, a slightly cool breath suddenly filled his chest, a wisp of white hair brushed against his cheek in the wind, and the smell of their breaths made him feel a little itchy.
His whole body shook and he stood there in a daze.
After a moment, the hands clenched in the sleeves slowly loosened and finally fell on the back of the person in his arms.
He raised his hand and patted, with very light and restrained force.
Yin Biyue knew that he was a little too dependent on his senior brother. He had reflected on this problem when Luo Mingchuan was in a coma. His dependence on his senior brother went beyond his initial trust, which might cause trouble to his senior brother.
Moreover, he has already become an adult and is going to be independent. How can he be like an ignorant child and nestle in the arms of his senior brother to seek comfort?
So useless.
Thinking of this, Yin Bi became more and more embarrassed, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he wanted to withdraw from Luo Mingchuan's arms. But somehow, his senior brother was clearly holding him in a false position, seemingly without any force, but extremely firm, and he was unable to break free.
Then I'll stay here for a while.
Just for a moment.
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The return journey was smooth. I don't know if it was because of the company, but Yin Bi felt more relaxed the more he looked at the mountains and the water.
After reinforcing the formation in Da Nang, they headed towards Cangya, discussing the deployment of the defense line with the local noble families along the way, and left a communication talisman. Many tedious tasks were arranged in an orderly manner by Luo Mingchuan. Within the protection range of Cangya Mountain, the refugees were basically accepted by large towns such as Lueyang City, and the situation has stabilized.
As for the Baopu Sect on the other side of the Ten Thousand Mountains, which serves as the boundary, no news has been received yet.
This year's winter came especially early. After the leaves fell, the grass was covered with frost.
When the north wind blew, they returned to Cangya Mountain. Many disciples spontaneously gathered at the mountain gate and waited, brandishing swords from afar.
Yin Biyue was in a trance for a moment, as if he was back to the time when he first came down the mountain to the flower picking party and waved his sword to say goodbye. At this moment, he felt a familiar feeling of returning home.
What he didn't expect was that when he arrived at Qinghe Hall, he would also see old friends he met at the flower-folding party.
When Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were called over, the head of the sect, Zheng Yangzi, Jun Yu, Liu Qishuang, and Yan Xing were all there, seemingly discussing something. They stepped forward to greet them, and found that among the Taoist robes with white background and cloud patterns, Lian Jian's purple robe was particularly eye-catching.
Chen Yi stood up and bowed, "Friend Luo, Friend Yin, long time no see."
Luo Mingchuan brought Yin Biyue back with him and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you have come a long way and worked hard."
Chen Yi had an ordinary face and the same gentle temperament as before, but Yin Biyue felt that his aura was more condensed, at least stronger than when they fought in Zhehua Society.
"Senior Brother Luo! Senior Brother Yin!"
Yin Biyue looked over when she heard the voice and saw Cheng Tianyu, dressed in a gown with ink-splashed landscape patterns, was also there.
Perhaps it was because he had the lowest cultivation level among all the people in the hall that his presence seemed weaker. The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he realized that it was definitely not a problem of height.
Cheng Tianyu greeted them in a proper manner, and seemed quite calm.
Zheng Yangzi coughed lightly, and everyone took their seats.
Chen Yi said seriously, "You two have traveled a long way and have had a hard time. I shouldn't bother you at this time. It's just an emergency that has me visiting you."
Cheng Tianyu continued, "Senior Brother Zhong and Senior Brother Song are going to guard Qinglu, so the sect sent me here to discuss this with you."
Luo Mingchuan frowned and asked, "What happened?"
They were all acquainted with each other through fighting, and they all admired each other's youthful spirit, so there was no need for unnecessary politeness when speaking to each other.
Yin Biyue felt that the atmosphere in the hall was not right. The eldest senior brother and the second senior sister were always taciturn, but the third senior brother didn't say much today either.
Zheng Yangzi said, "A palace master from the Twelve Palaces of the Demonic Path has come out from the East Continent."
Yin Biyue's heart sank, "The one from the Golden Palace?"
He had seen the great chariot from afar in the wilderness, and thought that they would only move around in the East Continent. After all, since the war between Taoism and Demonism, although there were still constant frictions between the righteous cultivators and the demonic cultivators, no powerful demonic cultivators had ever set foot on the other four continents.
This is like a customary rule. Both sides rest and recuperate, and do not attack each other.
Chen Yi said, "That should be the case. According to various reports, only the Palace Master of the Golden Palace travels in a large sedan chair as tall as a pavilion, with shark-like gauze curtains on top."
Cheng Tianyu said, "They passed through the city-states affiliated with Lianjian Sect in the Central Continent, crossed the sea, and are now almost at the foot of Qinglu Mountain in the Southern Continent. They didn't kill anyone along the way, and didn't even start a fight. Their intentions are unclear."
Yin Biyue frowned. Not killing people or taking action seemed like a good thing, but the hidden intentions and plans were more difficult to guess. At this moment, the Sword Saint had just entered the Sword Tomb, and a master of the Twelve Palaces of the Demonic Path left Donglu. This was undoubtedly a signal of danger and war.
Zheng Yangzi thought more, Lianjian Sect had Qu Jiang, Qinglu Sword Sect had Zhou Yuandao, both of whom were among the few sub-saints in the world. But if they acted rashly, it would likely lead to an all-out war, the second earth-shattering battle between Taoism and demons.
So Chen Yi and Cheng Tianyu came to Cangya, responsible for exchanging information and even discussing alliances.
Considering the long life span of a cultivator, they are still too young, but in the eyes of their senior teachers, they are already better than their teachers and are capable of taking on important tasks.
He looked at his apprentice again, who was also equally young.
What the dean said about the Age of Stars is correct. The future of the cultivation world must be handed over to these young people.
Seeing that his master didn't say anything, Luo Mingchuan knew that the decision on this matter was also left to him.
"The current Golden Palace Master killed his master and seized power a hundred years ago. His foundation is not solid. It would be unwise to rashly raise an army. He may have other intentions."
Chen Yi agreed deeply, "That's right. If you want to go to the South Continent, there is a shorter route on the sea. Why go to the Central Continent?"
Cheng Tianyu frowned, "If she has something in both Central Continent and Southern Continent, why is there no movement along the way?"
"Maybe... it's not that complicated."
Liu Qishuang suddenly spoke, and everyone looked at her for a moment.
Yan Xing suddenly realized, "That's right. If anyone other than the people in the Demon Palace has seen what the Golden Palace Master looks like, it's only Second Senior Sister."
When he said this, everyone remembered that Liu Qishuang had participated in the battle of Xiling Mountain, and also remembered the name of the palace master, Yu Zhanmei.
The willows stand proudly in the snow and frost, and the lotus flowers are as beautiful as jade in the palace of gold. A hundred years ago, no one would have not known this.
Liu Qishuang and Yu Zhanmei fought in Xiling Mountain without a clear winner, and both became famous. However, after that, one of them returned to Cangya Mountain to practice hard and never returned to the world again, while the other shattered his own bones and meridians, and endured in the abyss of the snowfield for twenty years, and finally achieved great magic skills.
When Yu Zhanmei succeeded in killing her master and became the new palace master, her status became more important than her name. No one mentioned these two sentences anymore.
Liu Qishuang said under everyone's gaze, "She should want to come to the West Continent, to Cangya. But... she doesn't know the difference between the west and the north."
Cheng Tianyu widened his eyes in disbelief, "What?!"
Liu Qishuang also felt that no one would believe this, but it was the truth and she had no choice. "Besides not being able to tell east from west, west from east, she also didn't know the way. So she took a long detour."
This time even Chen Yi found it ridiculous, "She has so many subordinates, but not one of them knows the way?"
Liu Qishuang said, "That's not the case. It's just that she looks gentle as water, but in fact she kills people without blinking an eye."
Yan Xingdao said, "Whichever direction she says is west is west, who dares to say she is wrong? It is not difficult to imagine that she is pointing to a deer and calling it a horse, and pointing south is west."
Liu Qishuang nodded seriously.
Yin Biyue looked around and felt that except for the eldest brother who remained calm, everyone else was a little broken-hearted.
Especially for Chen Yi and Cheng Tianyu who came thousands of miles, braving the wind and rain, there is really no place to complain about this matter. QAQ
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