The Deacon Hall of Cangya Mountain is always bustling with people, and people gather here not only to receive missions from the sect.
People coming and going from all over the country are happy to stop and chat about gossip and expand their circle of friends, which greatly enriches the entertainment life of those who have worked hard to practice.
"How did it end up like this? I don't believe that Senior Brother Luo was wrong!"
"What kind of punishment is a month of solitary confinement for each of them? The one at Xihua Peak can be confined for half a year! But Senior Brother Luo, he is the one who makes the decisions for many things for Cangya. What should we do?"
"It may not be that Xi Huafeng is biased. I occupied a good position at that time. It was Senior Brother Luo who went in with disheveled hair and holding a sword. It really looked like he was going to admit his mistake..."
Suddenly, someone lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "Do you think that the result of this handling...is it because of the reputation of the Sword Saint?"
It seemed that because of the mention of the Sword Saint, everyone's voices became much lower for a moment.
The boy who had been silent in the corner suddenly shouted, "What do you know!"
When everyone looked, it was Cheng Xi from the Deacon Hall.
Someone hurriedly put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Hey, what do you know? I heard that you were the one who escorted the guy from Xihua Peak over from the dungeon?"
The young man's eyes were determined.
"Uncle Yin is a good man. If you had really met him, you wouldn't be misled by the rumors!"
These words caused an uproar.
Everyone gathered around him with great interest, and some even brought a bench and some tea so that he could sit down and moisten his mouth while he spoke slowly.
Compared to the buzz outside, Yin Biyue's courtyard on Xihua Peak was much quieter.
Even so, Duan Chongxuan hasn't left yet.
"Brother, this is the prescription that Elder Ning just prescribed. Drink it while it's hot."
"Brother, you are extremely talented and your path is limitless. Don't be depressed about that person."
"Brother, if you have anything on your mind, let's chat..."
Yin Biyue, who was leaning on the bed and drinking medicine, almost spit out, "What on earth are you imagining? !"
He cleared his throat and said, "Junior brother, I want to be alone..."
Enough, don't ask me who Jingjing is!!
How naive! He even doubted the label given by the original body. Who could believe that the elegant and noble-looking man is actually a chatterbox!
"No, Senior Sister told me to take good care of you... Senior Brother, don't come down if you want to find something. I'll get it for you."
That’s enough. I’m not useless!
Yin Biyue sighed, "Fifth Junior Brother, I feel that my true essence is flowing smoothly, and Elder Ning also said that there is nothing wrong with my spiritual veins and sea of qi. As for this 'white hair syndrome', the cause cannot be found for a while. You and Second Senior Sister, don't rush about it anymore..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Chatterbox looking at him in surprise.
My heart tightened. Was this a breakdown of his character?!
Yes, the original body would never talk so much!!
Yin Biyue quickly shut up.
It's too late.
The person who was originally sitting on the stool in front of the bed moved the stool a little closer, with a look of surprise and expectation on his face, "Fourth Brother, I knew you were good at chatting!"
Yin Bi was more upset, "...I'm not."
"I don't believe it!"
Well, since we are going to talk, let’s talk about something serious.
"When you entered the sect a year ago, I was still in seclusion, and we didn't have many interactions in the past, so I was unable to fulfill my duty as a senior brother. In Qinghe Hall, I would like to thank you for your words of protection..."
In addition to expressing gratitude, these words are more of a test.
He could understand Jun Yu and Liu Qishuang because it was their sense of responsibility as senior brothers and sisters.
Duan Chongxuan was a little confused. If the other party said that it was just for the sake of friendship, then he really valued loyalty to the extreme.
"Fourth Senior Brother, why are you being so polite to me? I always remember that the first sentence you said to me was a long one!... Although you never paid attention to me again after that, I always felt that you were someone who could chat with me!"
How did we end up chatting again?
Oh, he remembered, he did say to Duan Chongxuan, 'My name is Yin Biyue, I entered the sect two years earlier than you, so I am considered your fourth senior brother. I usually practice in the fourth courtyard of the peak. If you have any questions about the Taoism, you can use talisman paper to send a message. If you have nothing else, don't bother me.'
Is this a long sentence? No matter how you look at it, it's like 'I'm your fourth senior brother, don't bother me if you have nothing to do'! !
Yin Biyue held his forehead with his hand, "Is chatting important to you?"
"Not really..." Duan Chongxuan's face showed a look of nostalgia.
"It's just that when I was at home, I had to talk a lot every day. Good words, bad words, true words, lies, words that others like to hear, words that use both kindness and force, words that are not in line with my heart... I came here just to avoid talking, I would go wherever it was the quietest. Who knew... It's really too quiet here!"
"Big Brother doesn't say more than three sentences a year. I counted and he actually said four sentences for you today. Hmm... I guess he won't speak again until next year."
Duan Chongxuan said with great sorrow, "Second Senior Sister doesn't like to talk either. Third Senior Brother, he can talk more, but it's a pity that he always talks when he's drunk, and he never comes back."
"I can't talk to Master's portrait. Master is not dead. He will be unhappy!"
No, I am more concerned about why the master accepted you as his disciple...
Duan Chongxuan poured himself a cup of Junshan Cloud Tea and said, "But unfortunately, you are the one who got it, Fourth Senior Brother!"
Yin Biyue's mouth twitched. The friendship between chatterboxes was really simple.
Duan Chongxuan poured him another cup, "I understand that you are experiencing a great change now, and you are feeling depressed. You must want to find someone to have a good chat, even if it's just to scold that beast in human clothing..."
Yin Biyue said hastily, "Junior brother, you misunderstood. I really have nothing to do with him!"
Duan Chongxuan sighed, "If you don't want to talk about sad things anymore, let's talk about something else... Oh, by the way, this is something that the beast sent. It's hard to refuse his kindness, so I accepted it for you. If you feel upset, you can throw it away. Anyway, our Xihua Peak doesn't care about this."
Speaking of Luo Mingchuan, Yin Biyue had mixed feelings.
In the Qinghe Hall, he had the urge to draw his sword and stab him in the kidney. After calming down, he was left with only a heart full of entanglement.
What a strange train of thought this must be!! How could someone come up with such a reason!!
He really can’t understand the young people of today!
Yin Biyue took the white porcelain bottle and the Ganoderma lucidum and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Luo?"
Duan Chongxuan's expression was calm, "Of course he went back. How could he have the nerve to see you?"
Actually, this is what is happening.
Luo Mingchuan was stopped outside the restriction of Xihua Peak and shouted, "I want to see my junior brother."
Duan Chongxuan looked embarrassed, "Fourth Senior Brother has been locked up in Cangya dungeon for too long, I'm afraid his bones have been damaged."
Luo Mingchuan hurriedly said, "I have three ninth-grade Huiyuan Pills here!"
Duan Chongxuan took the porcelain bottle and sighed, "The dungeon is cold and gloomy..."
"I have a Jade Fire Ganoderma." Luo Mingchuan said hopefully, "Can you let me see him..."
Duan Chongxuan waved his hand while holding the Ganoderma Lucidum Pill, "I'll deliver the things to you. Senior Brother Luo, take care."
When I was walking back, I met Liu Qishuang coming down the mountain.
"Luo Mingchuan just came here?"
Duan Chongxuan snorted coldly, "I didn't let him in. He hurt Fourth Senior Brother like that, and he still wants to come in casually? How can I not make him bleed a little!"
Liu Qishuang nodded in agreement, "I will go and discuss this with my senior brother, please take good care of my junior brother."
Duan Chongxuan wanted to say a few more words, but he saw that the person had already walked away.
Yin Biyue frowned.
That doesn't make sense. Not only did Luo Mingchuan come up with that excuse, but he also came to send him something, as if he had really done something wrong to him...
Ah, bah, bah, bah!
So when Liu Qishuang came back, she saw Yin Biyue with a frown on his face and a worried look on his face.
"Junior brother, I have checked the books in the library. Although your gray hair disease is strange, there are precedents of cure. Don't worry."
Yin Biyue was about to get out of bed when Liu Qishuang stopped him with a gesture.
I could only say, "Second Senior Sister, I am really fine now."
Liu Qishuang shook her head. "The dungeon's terrain is special and it can hurt people. If you don't take good care of yourself and damage your spiritual veins, you will have a lot of trouble practicing in the future. You'd better stay in bed for the next few days."
Yin Biyue was speechless.
"You should have a good rest. When you are in good spirits, go see Senior Brother. Junior Brother Duan and I will not disturb you."
Yin Biyue nodded, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. Second Senior Sister, Fifth Junior Brother, take care."
Duan Chongxuan looked like he wanted to chat for a while longer, glanced at Liu Qishuang, and followed her out silently.
Yin Biyue turned over and got out of bed.
He had entered a state of concentration, and meditation and breathing could replace sleep. His original body practiced swordplay in the cold pond in the peak every day, practicing all day during the day and meditating in the quiet room at night. He had not entered the bedroom for a long time.
What's more, my true energy is now abundant and flowing smoothly, so there is no need to stay in bed and rest.
I'm afraid that Elder Yi Xiu Ning couldn't find the cause of the gray hair, and was left with no choice but to say something like "If you are depressed, stay in bed more and rest, don't worry."
What a lie! Second Senior Sister actually believed it!
Isn't it just that the hair color is a little bit unconventional? He doesn't care at all!!
What's wrong with being a quiet Shamatte Xiuzhen boy? !
Yin Biyue walked out of the bedroom and looked around the small courtyard where he originally lived.
The white walls and gray tiles are an extremely simple layout without any unnecessary decoration.
It faces south, with the gate facing Tianxin Cliff. Looking into the distance, a few emerald green shadows of pine and cypress trees can be seen among the rolling sea of clouds.
There is a ban at the entrance of the courtyard to block unauthorized visitors and spiritual prying eyes.
He sent his true energy up, and immediately a barrier like water waves appeared, with intricate patterns, forming a pattern of eight gates and nine escapes that flowed endlessly. If someone forced his way in, the restriction would use the force to counterattack the invader.
It seemed that I had seen a similar technique in a fairy dimension I had traveled through a long time ago. It was clear that in addition to swordsmanship, the original body was also familiar with formations.
There are some benefits to wearing more clothes. With rich experience, there are always common experiences.
He pushed open the door of the quiet room, only to feel a sharp edge rushing towards him, instantly making him extremely nervous.
He concentrated his mind and walked in. Although this was not the place where his original body practiced swordsmanship, it was just a place for meditation and breathing, but it was filled with sharp sword energy everywhere.
Walking in it, invisible huge pressure surges from all directions.
The quiet room is divided into two rooms, the outer room is more like a study, with a desk, writing brush and ink, and the east wall is a ceiling-to-ceiling bookshelf, on which there are both jade slips and thread-bound books. There is a low couch against the wall in the inner room, with a meditation cushion on it.
Yin Biyue closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully feeling the flow of true energy here. As expected, there was also a formation buried here.
If someone attacks the restriction outside the door while you are meditating in the quiet room, you can directly strike from here and the attack will be immediate.
He remembered that when his original body had just joined Xihua Peak, many people were unwilling to accept the challenge and came to challenge him. His original body was right there, and he beat them down the mountain without even leaving the door.
Simple in the extreme and proud in the extreme.
Therefore, he offended many people, and once he was in trouble, they would rush to add insult to injury.
The more Yin Bi sat on the futon, the more doubts he had.
The sword intent here is full of unstoppable sharpness. Why must someone who is so obsessed with cultivation kill Luo Mingchuan?
Is it really out of jealousy?
He was a little unsure for a moment.
Don't bother speculating anymore, because there are more important things at the moment.
He grasped the sword at his waist.
This sword was confiscated before Jun Yu was imprisoned, and yesterday the sword-bearing boy brought it back to him.
The moment he saw the sword, he had the illusion that it was even more terrifying than Jun Yu's peach wood sword case in Qinghe Palace.
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment and disappeared completely.
The sword is three feet and two inches long, completely black, with no pattern or decoration on the scabbard. Although the blade is thin, it is heavy, and there is no edge when it is unsheathed. If you inject true energy into it, it is as useless as a clay cow entering the sea.
This sword does not recognize him.
It’s very strange, how can a sword without a soul recognize its master?
He is a martial arts practitioner, and also a sword practitioner. Although he has reached the realm, he cannot use the sword, which is no different from a child who has a mountain of treasure but does not know it.
This is the biggest problem at the moment.
Whether it's the saintly male protagonist with weird train of thought, or the cheap master who only lives in legends, or the fellow disciple who protects his faults even if he walked into the wrong set, they should all be put aside.
To survive in this world, to be the ultimate villain, rather than a cannon fodder that cannot survive a single paragraph, the most important thing is strength.
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