Yin Biyue subconsciously avoided Luo Mingchuan's gaze and whispered, "Let's go back to Cangya."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said "Okay", then glanced at the cave entrance.
Yin Biyue immediately understood the formation at the entrance of the cave, but the embarrassment of trying to change the subject just now came up again.
I'm done. Brother, you don't think I set up this formation just to trap him here and do something to him, do you? Do you want to try to explain it?
Yin Biyue pulled out the battle flag while spitting at himself, "Pah! That's too dirty! Senior brother wouldn't think that way!"
Besides, I've already slept, what's the point of talking about this now? QAQ
Luo Mingchuan naturally didn't know what his innocent junior brother was thinking, but he couldn't help but ask, "How is your health?"
Yin Biyue slowly pulled out the last formation flag. Hearing this, his hands trembled, "Very good, no, better than before, my cultivation has improved..."
Light flowed from the cave entrance, and the invisible blockade of energy was lifted.
Luo Mingchuan stepped forward.
"That's good. Yesterday we had our first double practice, and I was afraid that I might have missed something and caused you to suffer."
Yin Biyue finally knew where the extra energy in his meridians came from. He had practiced the Cold Water Sword for many years, and the coldness penetrated his bones. When the energy flowed in his body, it could exude a sense of coldness.
But after waking up this time, there was a faint stream of true energy in his meridians, like a rippling warm current, which was slightly different from the circulation in the body and had its own running path.
This feeling is wonderful and warm, just like the warmth I feel every time I get close to my senior brother.
"Junior brother, you should know the operation of the true energy of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, but this technique is a bit tricky, so I still don't want you to practice it. From now on... just let it go."
Yin Biyue felt that there seemed to be a smile in his senior brother's concerned words.
I couldn't help but have wild thoughts. If I just let my breath flow naturally, doesn't this mean that I don't need to practice this technique, and can just rely on that and dual cultivation to make progress?
An inexplicable sense of shame enveloped him.
Until he was pulled out of the cave by Luo Mingchuan and saw the light of day again, he was still immersed in his own imagination.
Although he forced her first (fog), she was moved by his loving confession (fog), and successfully avoided all kinds of sad moments and finally reached a happy ending! (fog)
Yin Biyue almost cried for herself.
He felt the warmth of his palm, and suddenly looked up to see the person in front of him holding his hand and walking in the thin morning mist.
Cangya's Taoist robe with wide sleeves and narrow waist outlines his tall figure. His black hair flutters, shining in the morning sun.
The more Yin Bi watched, the more satisfied she felt. She felt that the soil and fallen leaves under her feet were incredibly soft and she would sink into them with every step she took.
I even thought that my senior brother is so wonderful, and if I can't sleep with him in this life, my life will be meaningless.
At this time, Luo Mingchuan turned around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled softly.
“Does it look good?”
Yin Biyue didn't think about it, "It looks good."
You are so beautiful, I just want to sleep with you.
Help, I almost said the second half of the sentence QAQ
With his mind full of filth, he ran towards the yellow and violent road, never to return.
If my senior brother knew about this, he would definitely abandon me QAQ
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'Imperial Capital' is a city that stands in the center of Hokuriku and has no extra names.
The towering city walls had eight huge gates and a road that could accommodate four carriages. On weekdays, the number of people entering and leaving the city alone would exceed tens of thousands.
Everyone who comes to the foot of the city and looks up will feel that they are insignificant and weak. After entering the city, they are lost in the hustle and bustle of the crowds, like a drop in the ocean, without a trace.
This city is so big that few people can find a sense of existence. Students come here to study and seek fame, and businessmen come here to open businesses. No matter how big the ambitions and aspirations are, they can be accommodated here.
There were many rich and powerful people. In the southern part of the city, a flower pot fell on five people, four of whom were princes with fiefs. Only the girls in the flower and willow alleys could recognize the carriages of various families and clans one by one.
Secretly, all forces are restrained and balanced, and no one can cover the sky of the imperial capital with one hand.
On the surface, the majestic palace is there. The person on the throne is the real big shot who can make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand.
Winter came early in Hokuriku, and the first snow had already fallen in the imperial capital. In previous years, the first snow would not accumulate, but this time it snowed heavily for four days and four nights.
After sweeping for several hours during the day, a thick layer of dust accumulated in the middle of the night. The golden glazed tiles covering the imperial palace, the gilded colored lights on the tall buildings in the south, the bowls of beggars under the overpass, and the stinking ditches in the north of the city that were filled with filth and dirt, the land was left completely clean.
This was the eve of the crown prince's accession to the throne, and heavy snow was still falling.
Every house locked its doors, schools closed their classes, and the streets were closed. Even the red-light districts where the rich and powerful used to drink and have fun were silent.
The cold cherry blossoms in the Ninth Street and Sixteenth Alley are in bloom, bringing a chill that penetrates deep into the bones.
In the huge imperial capital, the snow fell silently and it was as quiet as a tomb.
The people of the capital have been at the center of power struggles for many years; even the women selling vegetables have been influenced by them and have developed some keen intuition.
Why did the guards at the eight city gates change shifts ahead of schedule? Why were there people on the arrow towers at the top of the city? Some people even saw three thousand imperial guards in the garrison camp west of the city.
Just like the undercurrents in the underground river and the spider silk in the corner, many things that are invisible do not mean they do not exist.
The wind is howling and the grass and trees look like enemies.
Many eyes are watching the palace, both openly and secretly.
Outside the Taihe Palace tonight, it was unusually deserted. No palace maids were sweeping the snow, and no attendants were lighting the lamps. There was only a general in full armor, holding a sword and guarding the steps.
Inside the palace gate, the tall bronze crane lampstand, the ornate relief carvings on the vermilion beams and pillars, and the mirror-like glazed bricks were all silent.
The candlelight was shining brightly, falling on Duan Chongxuan's eyebrows. In six hours, he would ascend the throne and become the real emperor. But in his eyes, there was still a hint of the casual smile of the past.
He stayed by his father's bed, seemingly not caring what would happen tonight.
Duan Sheng'an was also laughing, and both father and son were very happy.
The emperor lying on his sickbed thought back on his life. He lost his mother when he was young and his wife when he was middle-aged. The only thing he could be thankful for was that he did not lose his son when he was old.
His ancestors fought for many years and unified the North Country, which was an achievement to conquer the world, while he made the people rich and was striving to bring peace to the world.
It is harder to maintain a business than to start one. This life is so hard.
But which emperor doesn’t have a hard time? Even if he is a tyrant with three thousand concubines in his harem, he still has the difficulty of choosing who to sleep with him every day.
Then he asked, "I killed your mother. After all these years, do you still blame me?"
Duan Chongxuan did not answer this question directly. He was silent for a moment and said,
"Dad has always been a hero in my heart."
Duan Shengan sighed, "You are right."
He thought that a king could die on his sickbed, but a hero could not.
Heroes should die on the battlefield.
He supported himself on the bed and began to gather strength to stand up, cold sweat on his forehead. Duan Chongxuan wanted to help him, but he shook his head to stop him.
The old emperor stood up, and every wrinkle on his face, like the lines carved by swords, was smoothed out. He put on his boots and clothes and walked out of the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the empty palace.
Duan Chongxuan followed behind him, and had an illusion that his father could live another 500 years.
They walked out of the hall, cold wind blew in their faces, and snow fell heavily. A blue-winged phoenix with wings covering the sky came through the snow, pulling the imperial chariot and prostrating itself on the ground.
Finally, we came to the highest terrace in the palace, which is also the tallest building in the entire imperial capital. In the snowy night, we could look down upon the vast mountains and rivers.
Looking to the north, there was a faint glow of fire on the horizon. One could even faintly hear the sounds of killing, the clashing of weapons, and shouting.
Then, fires appeared in the east, west and south.
The torches in the night formed a winding river of fire, heading towards the imperial capital.
"For these guys, tonight is the last chance. For us, tonight is the last battle. They have no choice, and neither do we."
The old emperor said so.
No one knew how many months the Northern Emperor, the sub-sage, could live, and how much strength he still had in his prime. The most foolproof method was to wear him out. As for the crown prince, no one cared about him at first. When it came to realm cultivation and methods, none of them were taken seriously by the contenders for the throne.
They stirred up trouble in the court, incited the people in the market, crossed rivers and mountains quietly, and changed their flags. Even if they were suppressed, they could not seriously damage their foundation.
However, the edict to abdicate the throne to the crown prince had been drafted and announced to the world, and someone even spread the news that Duan Chongxuan would depose the vassal kings on the day he ascended the throne.
Now we can’t wait any longer, either openly or secretly.
It seemed that Duan Sheng'an was in control of the situation and it was his choice, but in fact, only he knew that he had no choice. He was old and could not see as far as before. He did not know how many people in this world had ulterior motives.
He knew the character of the wise king. He would go to the capital tonight, risking everything. But who else would help him or want to get a piece of the pie?
No matter how many people are involved, such a big event requires all efforts, and all the cards will be revealed.
He wanted to clear away all possible obstacles before Duan Chongxuan ascended the throne.
The fire river came quickly, and the heavy snow could not stop it. Sitting in the carriages and chariots of each team were kings of different surnames who had benefited from the protection of their ancestors, as well as Duan Shengan's brothers.
Most of the people in their team had resolute expressions, as if they were ready to fight for the best outcome, but also ready to return without their lives.
Some people in the guard camp drew their swords and slashed at their companions. The arrow towers on the top of the city wall flowed like a river of blood. Even the guards on duty in the palace rebelled and planned an assassination. They were burned to death by the flames spit out by the blue-winged phoenix. The silent imperial capital was drowned in the sound of killing.
The earth was shaking, and dirt, rocks, smoke and dust were flying everywhere. Ordinary people hid in cellars, and mothers held their children, not daring to make a sound.
The siege was getting more intense, with twelve artillery shells fired. The defenders on the city wall asked for help three times, but Duan Sheng'an made a gesture on the terrace, and the resistance was abandoned. The huge eight-sided city gate opened, as if to welcome visitors from all directions.
When the vanguard troops had attacked the Tianxuan Gate of the Imperial Palace, all the rebels finally entered the city.
The heavy city gate closed again.
The city is like hell on earth.
Torches, flaming arrows, roaring cannons, the flames of the blue-winged phoenix burning through the sky. There was fire everywhere, illuminating the snow, boiling blood was sprinkled on it, and steaming white mist rose.
The strongest cultivators began to concentrate their attacks on the defenses of the imperial palace, fighting desperately with the imperial guards. The private armies of the dignitaries in the south of the city also came out, with different positions.
The virtuous king drove alone towards the palace wall. Besides being a prince, he was also a perfect Mahayana practitioner, the closest being to a sub-sage.
The carriage directly broke a big hole in the palace wall. Hundreds of rebels poured into the palace.
Duan Sheng'an frowned, then he took out a dagger and cut his palm. Blood dripped down the platform and seeped into the snow.
For a moment, Duan Chongxuan could only hear the sound of blood falling.
Countless palaces and halls lit up one after another, and the golden light shot straight into the sky. From the glazed tiles, from the white jade steps, from the garden corridors, from the dry well in the side palace, through every palace gate, and finally gathered in the main hall, these lights connected into one, and the whole palace was bright!
Duan Chongxuan knew that the throne in the main hall was the core of the formation and the place where the drop of blood actually fell.
He called out 'Dad'.
Duan Sheng'an's face turned pale, and his old voice trembled slightly in the wind and snow.
"The road leading to the throne is paved with blood. The blood of enemies, the blood of relatives, and your own blood."
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