My name is Yin Biyue.
I have a potential Taoist partner.
In our past lives, we were heartbroken and loved each other desperately. In this life, we learn from our mistakes, practice, practice swordsmanship, travel, show affection, defeat bosses, and save the world.
Although there were some twists and turns along the way, I was about to marry my sweetheart and reach the peak of my life.
The problem is... my Taoist partner has two souls, good and evil, and is schizophrenic.
How to break it?
Waiting online. Urgent.
Before Yin Biyue closed his mind, he silently crossed out the sentence "waiting online". He then added "no time to wait, leaving" in his mind.
Senior Cheng has gone back. Who in this world is the most knowledgeable and good at answering questions? It is naturally the dean.
Where are they going now? Naturally, Zhonglu Yunyang City.
The question is, how do I explain to the person next to me that patients with schizophrenia should actively seek treatment, insist on taking medication, and not endanger the next generation?
Yin Biyue said solemnly, "Wait a moment."
The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"We... won't go back to Cangya Mountain. Let's go to Central Continent first."
Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord did not even look back and continued walking, "Okay. You lead the way."
They were walking, without any other tricks. They were like ordinary travelers, hurrying along in the night wind across the vast snowy plain.
The world is vast and human figures appear extremely small.
It was too easy, and the prepared words were useless. He took out a jade slip, covered it with his spiritual consciousness and sent it back to Cangya, saying that everything was fine and he would go back with his senior brother in a few days.
"You don't have anything to ask?"
From a distance of three feet away, Yin Biyue looked sideways and saw that the man had a calm face and a distant gaze.
"This world is completely unfamiliar to me. Wherever you are, that is where I will be."
Suddenly he curled his lips and smiled,
"Don't ask me, just think of me as still being in the Linyuan Sword."
Yin Biyue almost started to recite the 'Qingxin Jue'.
In the past, when Luo Mingchuan had a smile in his eyes, it was like a gentle breeze blowing, warm jade shining. At this moment, his face was clearly unchanged, but there was an evil spirit in his smile, which made people feel inexplicably bewitched and their minds were shaken.
Yin Biyue remained silent, but quickened his pace, leaving the man behind.
Then an unscrupulous gaze fell on him, as if a sharp sword was pointed at his back, and the practitioner's keen five senses clearly conveyed that feeling.
From the back to the waist, from the hips to the legs, he looked at it inch by inch, over and over again, without getting tired of it.
It's more uncomfortable than walking side by side.
The edge of the snowfield could already be seen, and on the barren land, withered yellow weeds sparsely grew. As the day and night approached, the starlight dimmed and the eastern sky turned slightly white.
Finally, he could no longer bear it and turned around to see the Demon Lord standing three feet away.
"Can't you walk faster?"
The breeze was blowing, and the cold air was approaching instantly. "What? Are you in a hurry?"
Yin Biyue subconsciously wanted to retreat, but she didn't want to always be in a passive position and lose her momentum. "It's quiet here, but the aftermath of the war in other places has not yet subsided. After visiting Zhonglu Academy, I have to go back to Cangya as soon as possible..."
He spoke with righteousness and could not find a single fault with it, but he was stared at by those dark eyes. He felt guilty and short of breath for no reason, and a little irritated. "Okay! I feel uncomfortable when you look at me like that from behind. What are you thinking? You might as well say it directly. I am not good at guessing people's minds. I couldn't guess your thoughts a million years ago, and I haven't made any progress a million years later! Even if I have experienced three thousand worlds, I have only learned the principle of speaking directly."
Just give up and wait for the other party to mock you.
The Demon Lord restrained his smile and said slowly,
"You have made great progress, but I am the one who has not made any progress."
But I don’t want to say it now.
Say that I wish I could hold you in my arms right here, and make you cry when I return to Changyuan Palace?
If I can't infect you from the inside out with the evil aura that you hate the most, how can I make up for the torment of separation for a million years?
If I really told you, I'm afraid you will resist me even more from now on.
So the Demon Lord just said calmly, "Brother, there used to be a river there."
The topic was lightly passed over. Yin Biyue was startled, and followed the other person's gaze. There was no river in the distance, only the grass and trees moving slightly in the dim morning light.
Something flashed through my mind.
Yes, they had fought here a million years ago, causing the sun and stars to dim and the ten-foot-high turbid waves to surge into the sky.
However, after a long time, the river dried up, the silt deposited at the bottom of the river was covered by soil and rocks, and as spring went and autumn came, weeds grew everywhere.
The world is changing, nothing is more than this. No force can defeat time.
I just heard the person next to me say again, "It's changing so fast. I haven't taken a close look at this world for a long time."
It looks calm, but it is actually lonely.
At this moment, Yin Biyue suddenly softened.
"Actually, I'm not in a hurry..."
After being trapped in the sword for so long, I can return to the world and see more if I want. It's not like I'm going to kill people, burn things, or destroy the world.
This kind of soft-heartedness came out of nowhere, just like he couldn't bring himself to kill this person.
Just like Yi Lingxiao is always soft-hearted towards Mo Changyuan.
The demon lord smiled and said, "Let's go."
Using the means to overthrow the world to deal with a person tenderly and lovingly, as long as you have enough patience, there is nothing you can't do.
What's more, this person has not changed at all and still responds to soft tactics rather than hard ones.
After they walked out of the snowfield, they passed through many towns and villages all the way to the seaside port.
With their realm, as long as they are unwilling to show up, very few people in the world can detect their whereabouts.
The East Land was not the main battlefield, and there was no conflict between the Daoists and the Demons, but the atmosphere was more tense than before. Many people poured into the town, including the former disciples of the Twelve Palaces and the independent cultivators who joined the expeditionary army of the Demon Cultivators. After the contract with the monsters under the abyss was abolished, the war in the front was lost, and many Demon Cultivators returned to their homeland. However, the spiritual energy of the snowfield changed dramatically, and the aftermath of the spiritual vein shock still existed, so no one dared to set foot there easily.
More than half of the palace masters of the twelve palaces died, and all the top magic masters who remained on the Tongtian Snow Peak died under the Linyuan Sword. As a result, the East Continent is now divided into many factions, and different forces are incompatible with each other, making it more chaotic than before the war.
Near the largest city on the snowfield, the wind carried a strong smell of blood.
On the road outside the city, the land was dyed black and purple, and corpses were everywhere. The undried blood flowed and spread to the feet of the two people. The Demon Lord glanced at the broken flag on the top of the city and said, "Let's change the road."
This is already a dead city.
Yin Biyue stood in the fishy wind, his mind wandering, and looking back from this place, many scenes became self-explanatory.
"If one side is much stronger than the others, rules can be established and the East Continent can be settled. After unification, it is necessary to recuperate and rest. It will be difficult for the world to start a war, and there will be peace for at least a hundred years."
The people around him smiled when they heard this, "Do you want me to join the game now, unify the East Continent, and revive the Demon Palace?"
Yin Biyue was stunned. "How is that possible? If I could start over again, I hope you never practiced magic."
"Don't worry about it. It's a matter of time and luck. If I'm gone, there will be someone else. But you, after all these years, still have compassion in your heart."
Yin Biyue laughed, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't tell why.
So they continued walking.
Walking through the smoke and dust after the battle, and the mountains and rivers covered with snow, Yin Bi had more memories of the past, and his understanding of the Great Dao was getting closer to that of a true immortal. His walking steps were also in line with the principles of heaven and earth. As long as his mind was calm, he would practice all the time.
When he arrived at the wasteland, the sun was setting and melting gold. He remembered that it was here that his master taught him the sword technique for killing people.
Later, I sat on the tree and read the notes I wrote many years ago. Things in the world are really unpredictable.
After walking for half a month, he gradually let down his initial guard, and the two of them talked less and less, and spent more time in silence.
The Demon Lord no longer mentioned the past. They were like ordinary fellow disciples, traveling together down the mountain. Passing by mountains and rivers, they enjoyed the scenery and practiced.
One day, when they were about to leave the wasteland, Yin Biyue said, "I think there is something wrong with my state of mind."
"What's the problem?"
"As my cultivation level improves, it seems to be getting calmer and calmer."
The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "When you attained enlightenment, you returned to the beginning of the world when you had lost all hope, and used all your strength to seek transcendence. You gave up everything, so how could you not be at peace? Now you are just walking the old path again."
Yin Biyue was stunned, and finally realized what was wrong.
He saw the chaos and brutal fighting in the East Continent, and sighed in his heart, but he did not think about changing himself. Thinking of the days when his master was still alive, he was just sad that things had changed and people had not thought about how to open the sword tomb. His state of mind became more and more like a bystander of this world.
Perhaps it’s not because it’s been so long that I can’t remember the emotions I felt after attaining enlightenment in my previous life.
But it was because at that time, he was almost emotionless.
It's really scary.
Memories from the past resurfaced. He once said to Mo Changyuan in Minjiang, less than a hundred miles away from here, "I have no worries anymore. I will realize the void. It makes no difference where I am." Mo Changyuan broke off completely with him because of this, and he was touched.
Yin Biyue said, “I’m afraid this is not a return to the old path of seeking the truth, but a repetition of the same mistakes.”
The Demon Lord smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Even if you are destined to be the Supreme Merciless Dao, you will become a True Immortal no matter how you start over. I will not watch you become cold-hearted and emotionless."
Yin Biyue stopped talking and walked forward. At the end of his field of vision, he could already see the outline of the city wall of the coastal port.
He missed Luo Mingchuan very much and wished his senior brother could come back. If he could hug him, perhaps all problems would be solved.
******
Luo Mingchuan can sense the outside world and even talk to the Demon Lord.
When leaving the Meteorite Abyss, the remnant soul absorbed the remaining demonic energy in the abyss, trapping him deep in his sea of consciousness but unable to put him to a complete sleep.
He guessed that his junior brother was going to ask the dean for help, and he also heard the words "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I am not good at guessing people's minds."
The intelligence of his junior fellow apprentice was indeed far superior to his.
The understanding of many things has nothing to do with the level of cultivation, but only with age and experience.
If no junior fellow student had insisted on explaining the illusion after the experience in Xingshan Temple, I am afraid that they would have many suspicions and misunderstandings now. The worst result would be similar to the previous life, and they would never understand each other's feelings until they died.
Luo Mingchuan said, "His emotions are slowly fading. He needs me now."
The Demon Lord sneered in his sea of consciousness.
The two of them were originally one, and they knew that there was no way to eradicate each other except to merge into one. Even if one soul could be destroyed, the other would be affected.
In this situation, even if they were extremely reluctant, they had to admit that given Yin Biyue's current situation, their best option was to return control of the body to Luo Mingchuan.
But the Demon Lord did not do so.
Time passed and three more days passed.
The wind smelled salty and damp, and they could see the white lighthouse and seabirds. They caught up with a group of magic cultivators returning from an expedition across the sea. The city was crowded with people, and they went against the crowd and came to the port where the ship was anchored.
There are practitioners who are dusty and look exhausted, there are merchants who are still pursuing profits and going out to sea to trade, and there are ordinary people who are cautious in the troubled times. It is noisy and chaotic, with all kinds of living beings in the world.
Yin Bi wanted to ask the other party whether to rent a boat or cross the sea directly.
As soon as I turned around, I was unexpectedly pulled into his arms.
The forceful kiss was followed by a chill in the wet heat.
After a moment of stunned silence, he pushed the other person away expressionlessly, flicked his sleeves and rode away in the wind.
I just feel it is unacceptable, not angry or embarrassed.
Luo Mingchuan was dizzy for a moment, but his consciousness regained control of his body. He didn't have time to question the Demon Lord, so he took advantage of the wind to catch up.
"Junior brother——"
Yin Biyue paused, turned around and looked at him, a hint of smile in his eyes, "Senior Brother is back."
Luo Mingchuan didn't know what to say.
When they came side by side, the junior brother pulled his sleeve and sighed, "Before, my master took me to fly, and now my senior brother takes me to fly. When will I be able to fly by myself?"
The sea breeze and clouds are no different now, but that person is standing in the clouds. Three thousand white hairs, a pure body.
His expression was very similar to when they first met in the dungeon, and also like Yi Lingxiao after he had attained enlightenment - he looked like a true immortal.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that those memories that they once had without reservation were just a dream.
After waking up from the dream, the junior brother was still the immortal who had no desires and no worries.
A voice sounded in the sea of consciousness, "Looking at his current appearance, it seems that the intense love, hatred, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment in the past were all my own business."
Luo Mingchuan understood the remnant soul's thoughts.
"No way. I won't tie him down or force him."
The Demon Lord smiled softly, "I hope you will still think so in a few days."
The author has something to say: The patients with schizophrenia are switched irregularly and activated randomly. A large number of friends are on their way to go online randomly. Bi Yue is confused: The state of mind of a true immortal is too scary. What should I do if my senior brother can't convince me?
Luo Mingchuan: Can I try pajamas?
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