Xihua Peak has few connections. Apart from the "First Courtyard", where the Sword Saint lives and the door is locked for many years, there are five sparsely distributed courtyards, starting from the "First Courtyard" of the eldest brother Jun Yu. The architectural style and area are all up to the owner's preference.
The fellow disciples who were said by Yin Biyue to have walked into the wrong set were gathering in the inner court of Jun Yu's "First Courtyard" for a meeting.
Jun Yu's residence is simpler than his appearance.
There were no extra furniture or decorations; even the round stools used for the gathering were brought by Duan Chongxuan himself.
Although it was called a gathering, there were only three people, Jun Yu, Liu Qishuang, and Duan Chongxuan. The third ranked Yan Xing was traveling outside and had not returned to the peak for a long time.
If it weren't for this incident, I'm afraid these fellow disciples would only wait until the Sword Saint returns to get together, which may be hundreds of years later.
Duan Chongxuan held up a folding fan, "I went to talk to Fourth Senior Brother today. Fourth Senior Brother spoke sincerely, and... he still didn't bother me."
Liu Qishuang nodded, "I think so too. The fourth brother is now friendly and polite. He is really different from the taciturn and cold person in the past... All in all, we are all responsible for this matter."
Jun Yu didn't say anything, just nodded.
Liu Qishuang continued, "It can be seen that Junior Brother is not born with a gloomy personality. I am afraid that he became like that after being provoked by Luo Mingchuan..."
Duan Chongxuan analyzed the whole thing from the beginning.
The results of the discussion came out quickly:
In the past, Yin Biyue didn't like to get along with others, and even rarely communicated with disciples from the same peak. It was definitely because he had been hurt by Luo Mingchuan and had psychological trauma. As a fellow disciple, it was wrong not to provide timely help, and it was my duty. The most urgent task was to consider the follow-up treatment.
Duan Chongxuan concluded, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will chat more with Senior Brother Four!"
Jun Yu nodded, frowning slightly, "White hair disease."
He spoke incoherently, but both people present understood what he meant.
Liu Qishuang said, "I was thinking about this as well... Although there is no problem at the moment, what if there are hidden dangers and they will break out in the future?!"
After the cultivators have undergone the cleansing of their meridians and marrow, their bodies have become different from those of ordinary people and cannot be discussed by common sense.
The process of spiritual practice is unpredictable, and there are many bizarre accidents, including spontaneous combustion and explosion. Gray hair in a short period of time is generally considered to be a sequelae of going astray.
Yin Biyue's cultivation was sealed while in the dungeon, and he could not practice. Later, Elder Ning checked and found that it was not because of his practice. As for the reason, he could only give a vague judgment of "depression in his heart".
Obviously, this is not enough to convince the three people at the moment.
Especially after Yin Biyue took the medicine and didn't get better.
This matter is neither big nor small. If it only affects your appearance, it will be fine. But what if it is a hidden danger on the path of cultivation? One day in the future, serious harm will be exposed, and it will be difficult to solve it by then.
Of course, if the Sword Master came back, all the problems would be solved, but no one knew where he was.
Jun Yu was silent.
Liu Qishuang said, "This matter must be resolved. If it doesn't work, I will accompany my junior brother to Xingshan Temple."
The best medical practitioners are in Buddhism, and the most prestigious Buddhist temples are Xingshen Temple and Jiekong Temple.
This was already a bad idea. The relationship between Xihua Peak and Jiekong Temple was not as hostile as fire and water, but it was definitely not very good either. As for Xingshan Temple, it was a long way away, and one had to cross a vast desert and snowfield.
Jun Yu shook his head. Although he didn't say what to do, his attitude was firm.
The other two knew that he had made up his mind and said no more.
Jun Yu and Liu Qishuang usually immersed themselves in cultivation and were taciturn. Although Duan Chongxuan was talkative, he entered the sect late, so he was embarrassed to disturb them.
In addition, the Sword Saint has not returned for a long time, and Yan Xing, who ranks third, has also not returned to the peak for many years. Logically speaking, this should be the lineage with the weakest friendship among all Cangya fellow disciples.
But when they have a common person to protect, this kind of friendship between fellow students becomes tacit and requires no words.
This feeling made Duan Chongxuan feel very comfortable and warm in his heart, as if the senior brother and second sister who used to be out of reach were much closer to him.
If the head of the sect, Zheng Yangzi, knew about this, he would definitely slap his thigh and curse, what the hell is this tacit understanding among fellow disciples!
Protecting one's shortcomings is a tradition passed down from your ancestors at Xihua Peak! Like master, like disciple! !
Zheng Yangzi glanced at Luo Mingchuan, who knelt outside the hall as soon as he came back, sighed, and said to He Yanyun, "It's getting cold, let your senior brother come in."
Luo Mingchuan walked in and knelt in front of Zheng Yangzi again, "Master."
Zheng Yangzi's anger subsided now. He calmed down and thought carefully. He knew that he was the disciple he had raised, and he was probably taking the blame on himself again.
Initially, he appointed Luo Mingchuan as Cangya's first disciple and the next sect leader. In addition to his talent for cultivation, he also valued his sense of responsibility.
The leader may not have the highest level of cultivation, but he must have a sense of responsibility.
But now Zheng Yangzi is very helpless. This excessive sense of responsibility seems to have become a burden for Luo Mingchuan.
For example, in this case, his explanation to the outside world was 'an evil cultivator was at work, Yin Biyue had no intention of hurting anyone, he was just bewitched, Luo Mingchuan rashly punished him, and as a result, Yin Biyue was imprisoned before he could explain clearly. Both of them were at fault and were sentenced to solitary confinement'. However, if his disciple's words were to get out, it would definitely be a stain that would affect his prestige.
Fortunately, with Jun Yu's sword there, no one in the hall at that time dared to gossip.
That was the sword that Wei Jingfeng left for Jun Yu - the famous work 'Chun Shan Xiao'. The head of the sect with white hair and beard rubbed his brows tiredly. If the sword was unsheathed, even he would have to avoid its sharp edge.
I don’t know when the people who left the sword will come back to discipline their disciples. Have they forgotten that there is a Cangya Mountain in the world?
Then he thought of something... Forget it, it’s better not to come back.
After thinking about some random things, he sorted out his thoughts and helped his kneeling apprentice up.
"If you don't want to tell me the real reason, I won't force you. I'm just angry that you acted without thinking. Have you ever thought about the consequences if I didn't give you a gag order and let you continue talking in front of Quan Cangya?"
"Not everything is your fault. You don't need to take responsibility, because you have Cangya on your shoulders. There is no greater responsibility than this..."
He looked at his disciple who had grown taller than himself and sighed, "After all, after a hundred years of being my master, Cangya will be handed over to you."
Luo Mingchuan lowered his head and said sincerely, "Disciple knows I was wrong."
Zheng Yangzi waved his hand, "Forget it, it's up to you how you want to solve this matter. Yanyun, you can go down too."
Young people have their own paths to follow. Fortunately, I still have a long life ahead of me, so I can look after them for a while.
***********What a coincidence, we meet again. I am the single stupid dividing line of Zhijia************
In recent days, Yin Biyue has been practicing sword skills non-stop, as if there is a man-eating beast chasing him.
Because he was afraid of being discovered, he did not go out for a month and practiced sword skills in the small courtyard.
The sword tactics and moves of the original body remained in his memory. However, this sword still did not accept his true energy and could not be used completely by him. Holding it in his hand was no different from holding ordinary iron.
This fact was like a sword hanging over his head, making it hard for him to breathe.
Today he decided to think of another way, at least to conceal his tracks temporarily.
At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and the voice of the chatterbox came from afar, "Fourth Brother, I'm here to see you, Fourth Brother——"
Yin Biyue went to open the door holding the sword.
Duan Chongxuan walked in, fanning himself, and looked him over. "Brother, how have you been feeling these days? Are you feeling unwell? Have you been taking your medicine on time?"
Yes, yes, I take medicine every day and I dare not give up treatment!
He nodded calmly, "I'm fine, don't worry."
But he took the medicine just to make Second Sister and Chatterbox feel at ease. In fact, the Shamatte hair color had no effect on him at all, and he didn't even feel any psychological pressure.
Duan Chongxuan looked at him hesitantly, and seeing that he had no intention of continuing to speak, he touched his nose and made small talk, "Fourth Senior Brother is practicing swordsmanship... Fourth Senior Brother's swordsmanship is exquisite. I was fortunate to see it when I was a disciple. My heart was shaken and I still can't forget it..."
Please don't let me show you how to dabble with a sword! I'll be exposed in a minute!
Yin Biyue changed the subject without leaving any trace, "When it comes to exquisite swordsmanship, who can compare to Senior Brother in Cangya right now?"
So let him play with you!
That day in the temple, he was still feeling strange. As soon as the eldest brother mentioned taking the sword, everyone, including the head of the sect, had an expression that said "if you have something to say, please talk nicely and don't be impulsive".
When he saw the peach wood sword box, he remembered that the sword was "Chun Shan Xiao".
The Sword Master obtained the celestial fire, meteorite sand, and sunken iron from the West Sea, and invited the swordsmith Yan Qing to work together to forge the ancient magic weapon "Linyuan" into a pair of double swords.
It took three years to complete. When the sword was completed, the spring breeze was blowing across Cangya Mountain.
The Sword Master was so lucky that he laughed out loud, clapping his hands. I see green mountains are so charming, and green mountains should see me the same way.
The long sword was therefore named "Chun Shan Xiao" and the short sword was named "Qiu Feng Li".
Chun Shanxiao is under Jun Yu's command to guard Cangya, while Qiu Fengli is led by the Sword Saint to travel around the world.
If we talk about the magic weapons in the world today, this pair of swords must be the best.
As soon as Yin Biyue finished speaking, Duan Chongxuan's eyes lit up, with a look on his face that said 'Fourth Senior Brother wants to chat'.
Obviously, Yin Biyue had no intention of inviting him in to sit down and have a cup of tea. But his eyes blurred, and he immediately resisted the urge to hold his forehead.
You use the storage space to store tables, chairs and benches! Just so you can chat with people at any time! ... And fruits and tea? What the hell! !
The chatterbox closed his fan and pointed to the stool, "Brother, please sit down!"
The corners of Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
Chatterbox sat down and poured tea. "Speaking of the swordsmanship of the eldest brother... Fourth brother, who do you think has a better chance of winning if the eldest brother faces the head of the sect?"
...So your main job is the editor-in-chief of Cangyashan gossip tabloid?
But he thought about it seriously, "The headmaster is in the Mahayana realm."
Although Jun Yu has a famous sword in his hand, he is only half a step away from becoming a great master.
It stands to reason that the realm of suppression is like a natural chasm. But he did not have a deep understanding of the level gap in this world, so he did not say much.
I only know that there are three levels: Qi training, marrow cutting, mind concentration, barrier breaking, Hinayana, Mahayana, sub-saint, and sage. Every breakthrough is like crossing a threshold, and the higher you go, the higher the threshold.
In the world, there are very few practitioners who can reach the Hinayana stage and found a school. There are even fewer who can reach the Mahayana stage. As for the six sub-saints, they are all great figures who can influence the world. They each control their own territory and rarely come out.
But there is only one saint who aspires to rule the world.
Duan Chongxuan said, "Realm is not equal to combat power. Martial artists can often fight across borders, so it's hard to judge. Some people say that although the eldest brother is at the half-step Mahayana realm, but..."
Yin Biyue was interested at this moment, "But what?"
"But it is said that when the eldest brother went out to travel three years ago, he met a reclusive old ancestor in the Great Vehicle Stage in the Wilderness Mountain who wanted to steal his sword. After five days of bloody battle, the old ancestor was forced to flee three thousand miles away. The eldest brother then chased after him by splitting mountains and rocks, and finally killed him with his sword..."
Yin Biyue's expression almost changed.
Using a half-step Mahayana against a Mahayana, he forced the opponent into a state of no escape.
It is indeed a terrifying fighting force.
Duan Chongxuan continued, "But you know, rumors are always exaggerated... But the eldest brother is indeed very strong. He didn't use 'Spring Mountain Smile' at that time, but used an unknown sword, and he was able to exert such power." He felt a little regretful, "To be honest, I have never seen the eldest brother use 'Spring Mountain Smile', and I don't know what the sword looks like..."
The sky was setting in the west, and the vast expanse of the sea was shrouded in deep twilight. In the distance, the cries of weary crows returning to their nests could be heard faintly.
In a blink of an eye, the pot of Bashan Queshe was almost empty. Duan Chongxuan slammed the table.
"Oh, by the way, after talking for so long, Senior Brother asked last time, when are you free? We need to have a meeting... It's getting late today, why don't we go together tomorrow morning?"
So you just remembered that you have a meeting now!
It's getting late, isn't that what you've been talking about till now? !
Yin Biyue nodded helplessly and said, "Okay."
After sending the chatterbox away, Yin Biyue stood alone in the yard, the setting sun stretching his shadow long and slanted.
As far as the eye can see, the rolling sea of clouds is gilded by the setting sun. The mist and haze are magnificent and beautiful.
He looked at the sword in his hand, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt.
Recalling the power of the sword in the hall.
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