Luo Yin was lying on the ground, facing the stars all over the sky, the night wind was blowing slowly, and the cicadas were singing far and near.
He slipped out of the house on the pretext that he wanted to practice swords.
Cowardly, no one in Jianghu could have imagined that Luo Yin, who was always like the ice for thousands of years, would have such a mentality.
When he saw Ye Ziyun again, he was overwhelmed by the long-standing longing and the strong emotion that rushed to his heart in an instant, and there was no other thought in his mind for a while, only one thought: he will never let go again. The person who had been thinking about it for so many years was finally embraced in his arms, and then he did all the things that he didn't even dare to think about.
Everything has changed, as if their relationship has been logical since then, and it will always be like this in the future. At the beginning, there was such determination and ambition. However, just sitting down and having a meal, the two of them seemed to return to the way they used to get along.
The person in front of him was indeed Ye Ziyun, not someone else with a similar appearance, nor that ignorant and ignorant spirit body. After the irrepressible urge to reunite faded away, he was suddenly a little at a loss as to how to get along with each other as before.
His mood was dim, and his emotions were difficult to distinguish. During the five years he and Ye Ziyun had known each other, scenes of the past flashed before his eyes. Mu Feng was peaceful and peaceful, and slowly his heart also settled down.
In the past, as long as I was by that person's side, I had to accompany him day and night, and I didn't feel any regrets. Even the hidden emotions buried in the bottom of my heart seem unnecessary and insignificant.
And now, later on...
There was a dark shadow on the wall of the courtyard probing furtively, he pulled out a blade of grass, his wrist flicked lightly, and he shot it out quickly, when he heard an "ouch", the man fell headfirst.
Before he could stand up even when he was scrambling, he begged repeatedly: "Master Luo, please forgive the little one. The little one is just running errands, so I won't dare to come next time—"
Luo Yin's return to Suzhou this time did not alarm his friends in Jianghu, but after all, there are quite a few people who know him here, and as time passed, the news spread slowly.
Yi Shuimeng should be the first to get the news, so far no one has come to look for him, and no one else has much friendship with him, so they dare not come to disturb him easily, I don't know what happened today.
"Right now there are rumors that the Yishui League is going to elect a new leader. They all say that Luo Daxia's return at this time must be related to this matter."
It has been a year since Ye Ziyun passed away, and the affairs of the Yishui League are still being negotiated by the two deputy leaders and the hall leaders, and no new leader has been elected. This is unusual, because Ye Ziyun was assassinated and died in the Yishui League. It was a fact that everyone saw with their own eyes. It was not missing or cut off the news for other reasons. It stands to reason that such a large gang cannot be left alone for a day.
Although Ye Ziyun was missing, it seemed that he was no longer the focus of Wulin's attention overnight, and the title of the leader of the Wulin has long since fallen, but Yi Shuimeng is the largest gang in the south of the Yangtze River after all, and it still has enough weight to influence the situation of the Wulin. As soon as the news of the election of a new leader came out, all the factions in the rivers and lakes moved after hearing the news, and gathered in the south of the Yangtze River in the name of congratulations.
Suzhou City is currently the busiest place in the martial arts world, but Luo Yin and Ye Ziyun left early in the morning.
After the end of summer, the heat gradually receded, but the person beside him was still sweating finely on his forehead, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. Luo Yin looked up at the sun hanging in the middle, and silently dragged the man to the tea shed beside the road to sit down.
The man stayed at home for several months, and now he has no martial arts... He was negligent, forgetting that the two of them were no longer comparable when they were traveling together in the rivers and lakes in the past, Luo Yin remained silent, thinking so in his heart.
The smile on Ye Ziyun's face was still relaxed, as if he really just broke out in a normal sweat. Only he knew in his heart that although he could walk in the daytime like a normal person, he would still feel uncomfortable under the sun, like a race that was born to live in the dark and could not adapt to the sunlight.
Not long after they sat down, a group of people suddenly flocked in front of the tea shed where the business had been light.
The people who came were all carrying swords, like people from the rivers and lakes passing by, a group of people were bluffing, urging the tea to be served quickly, and chatting about new things in the martial arts at the same time.
"You said that all the sects and factions have gone to congratulate, but you haven't heard who the new leader is. Could it be possible to watch a martial arts competition in Suzhou City?"
"Since leader Ye left, no one in the huge gang can convince the crowd. I heard that even the tomb of leader Ye was dug up a while ago, and Yi Shuimeng lost all face, so I rushed to choose a new one. Come out, ally."
"As far as the candidate for the new leader is concerned, I don't think it's hard to guess. This year, Deputy Leader Yang has come forward to negotiate important matters with the various factions. I think it's probably close to ten."
"I don't think so. Don't forget that Yishuimeng also has a deputy leader, Cheng. The chances of winning for the two should be the same."
"Besides that, there are six hall masters. They are all people who hold real power in the alliance, and their prestige may not be lower than the two deputy alliance masters."
"Teacher Jin of the wooden hall has the highest martial arts skills. It is said that he is only inferior to the former leader. If it is really according to the martial arts rules to win the position of leader through martial arts, then he is also a person that cannot be ignored."
After those people left, Luo Yin looked at the person sitting beside him and asked, "Do you want to go back and take a look?" They originally traveled far away to avoid the bustle, but just now it was roughly heard that Yi Shuimeng The internal relationship is complicated, and those people from all walks of life who are called Dao He but actually take advantage of the fire have to be guarded against. Luo Yin has been by his side for five years, and knows better than anyone else the hard work he has spent on Yishuimeng, so he asked this question because he was afraid that he would be worried.
"If I'm missing, there will be chaos in the league, and that's the worst thing I've ever done in my life." At this moment, in front of Luo Yin, he was in a weak state that he had never seen before. Let people see Ye Ziyun back then, the leader of the Yishui League who commanded all the heroes and slammed Baji. In a faint sentence, there is unquestionable self-confidence and unattainable courage.
They walked north, and met several groups of people rushing to Suzhou City to join in the fun along the way. As the day got closer and closer, the people from the rivers and lakes passing by gradually decreased.
Passing through a forest that day, there was an unusual neighing sound of a horse, mixed with a few curses.
Right now people in the martial arts are rushing to the south of the Yangtze River, but this group of people went against the same road as them, but in their haste, they missed a trap left by someone in the woods, and they were turned on their backs for a while.
The leading man in brocade got up from the ground disheveledly, raised his head suddenly, and saw the black-clothed swordsman standing coldly, his expression became even more ugly.
Luo Yin watched the group of people leave in embarrassment. Although he didn't remember many people, he didn't recognize those who had met once a few days ago. The brocade-clothed man limped up on the horse's back, and the attendant who followed was wounded, but he didn't dare to stop for a while, as if someone was chasing after him. Thinking back to spending a lot of money to buy someone's life in the restaurant, I really can't imagine what kind of opponent he encountered that made him so embarrassed.
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