The dividing line between dawn and night seems to be only for a moment.
The tiny white light on the eastern horizon came in like a tide, filling most of the sky. The other half of the light blue night, the starlight faded away, leaving only the semi-transparent moon shadow.
What a good morning.
It's a pity that the wind is a biting wind, blowing a thick bloody smell, the moon is a cold moon, and there are only rocks and messes where it shines.
Zhong Shan's consciousness was a little blurred, and he was dizzy because of excessive blood loss.
The collapse of the two difficulties was out of control. He was seriously injured and trapped in the gap between the collapsed boulders.
Threads of skylight poured down through the gaps, like the lingering sword light, and like the rain and wind.
Standing on the dividing line between life and death, he seemed to see the senior who held the wind and rain sword millions of years ago.
Same place, similar situation.
Thinking in a trance, it turns out that in the whole swordsmanship, the siege of wind and rain is not the strongest sword. Because this sword is not for power.
Do not ask for the strongest, do not ask for the fastest. The starting style of 'warm rain, clear wind and early breaking of the freezing' is a joy. Later, the two types of wind jeopardized the bones, and the rain was suffocating the intestines, and it was bitter cold. The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return, it is relieved.
Life is full of wind and rain. It's just different situations, how can there be strong or weak points.
He seemed to understand something.
As the old saying goes, you can die in the evening. What's more, he had tried his best to fight, benevolence and benevolence, and at this time he had no regrets at all, and he was most prone to burnout.
But Zhong Shan didn't want to die. Because he has only just learned about the wind and rain sword, he has not practiced it once. Because there are many people waiting for him in Qinglu Mountain. Because the tomb of the master has not been swept yet.
Caring can sometimes make people vulnerable, and sometimes it can make people strong.
He is still concentrating and supporting, the wound has long been numb, the body temperature is getting colder, and the process of fighting against death is so long and painful.
The fine light is getting brighter and brighter, and I don't know when there is a chaotic voice outside, which can't be heard clearly, like his illusion.
"Wait a minute, I found another one here. It seems to be alive and wearing a green robe."
"Come here four to move the stones, be careful, hurry up, follow the army doctor to keep up..."
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Yin Biyue's consciousness was immersed in chaos, as if struggling to float in the icy sea, exhausted and desperate.
The broken picture is like a bubble, and it appears and disappears in his mind repeatedly.
The shark oil lampstand in Cangya Dungeon coincides with the dim light in the library of the school. The chirping of cicadas in the scorching summer of Yecheng was mixed with the sound of chanting chanting resounding from Xingshan Temple.
The morning fog in the mountains and forests was penetrated by the light, Luo Mingchuan smiled at him standing in the bright light,
"I love you more than you think."
Suddenly, the sound of breaking the wind sounded, and a long sword pierced through the white fog, straight into the heart, dripping with blood.
Yin Biyue yelled, "Senior brother!"
The light dimmed instantly, and the mountains and forests replaced the empty halls. The candle light was shining brightly, and the man with a face similar to Luo Mingchuan held his pulse, and his cold breath sprayed on his neck, "Your brother has already died. You killed him with a sword piercing the heart, which is accurate and stable. I admire it."
not like this. how so.
They have survived no matter how difficult it was in the past, so why did they still come to this day
Difficulty breathing, splitting headache.
When Yin Biyue felt that he had reached the limit, every inch of bone and meridians were broken, and he was about to fall asleep. When he didn't wake up, a warm current poured into his body. From the right-hand meridian gate, flowing through each spiritual meridian, it was as gentle as the spring breeze and the rain, and the steady stream made him feel like soaking in warm water and gradually relax.
Without the concept of time, he opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time.
The eye is a relief of mottled gold lacquer, vaguely blooming like a brocade, with overlapping shark yarns hanging from the corners. The high bed with soft pillows under the body is very spacious and comfortable.
Yin Bi turned his eyes more and saw the person sitting beside the bed. The neat Cangya Taoist robes, the upright jade crown, the gentle eyes and the gentle eyes, are just as first seen.
He was holding his hand and passing the True Essence to him through the Maimen. Amber pupils are like a gentle lake that can accommodate everything.
At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to cry.
"Senior brother..." Yin Biyue murmured, "Is this real, is it a dream, are you really all right... I can't believe it, come here and let me hug."
The body is clean and fresh, the inside and outside have changed into new clothes, and the injury does not hurt. It's just that the mind is tired, and there is no energy.
Luo Mingchuan smiled, slowly lifted the person up, took him into his arms, and whispered, "It's not a dream, I'm fine. We're all fine."
Yin Biyue raised her eyes to look at him carefully, not wanting to miss a single cent, from the peak of the eyebrows to the end of the eyes, from the bridge of the nose to the lips, everything looked real.
The more he looked, the better he looked, and when his mind became hot, he suddenly leaned forward.
"Well… "
Luo Mingchuan was caught off guard by the corner of his mouth.
Before he had time to respond, Yin Biyue had already left his embrace and explained as if he had done a terrible thing, "Senior brother, I'm really insecure right now, I didn't mean to take advantage of you!"
Luo Mingchuan held back his smile and nodded solemnly, "Well, I know."
Yin Biyue, who had taken advantage of it, consciously revived with full blood and could fight for another five hundred years, and his mind became much clearer, "Where are we? How long have I slept? What happened afterward? Linyuan sword..."
He has countless questions.
"Don't worry, listen to me first." Luo Mingchuan interrupted him soothingly, "You slept for three days. Your body is overloaded, hurting the spiritual meridian and sea of consciousness. Fortunately, we have both cultivated before and our bodies are compatible, so I can help you. Restoration of luck. There is no serious problem at present, and it needs to be rested. It is best not to use swords for half a month."
It has been three days, so long, Yin Biyue is shocked, how is the serious injury of the senior brother, the world must be turned upside down, what is the situation in Cangya Mountain and other places
However, in Luo Mingchuan's view, no matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as the younger brother's body. After he carefully explained 'don't use sword energy', 'the real essence should run slowly', and got the assurance from Yin Biyue, he didn't talk about other things.
"We killed Rong Zhuo at the bottom of the Meteor Star Abyss, and the blood pact of 100,000 demon cultivators is invalid, and will suffer some backlash. In addition, the army of the northern land has arrived in many towns in the middle land of the southern land. Each of them went their separate ways and crossed the sea to return to the Eastern Continent one after another. Qingyiluan, your fifth junior brother, remembered you and me, and flew to deliver a letter yesterday. Because in 'Spring Mountain Smile', there is a sword intent left by the swordsman..."
Yin Bi breathed a sigh of relief, "Then we now..."
"You are injured and cannot move. This is an abandoned palace on the snowfield. There is a formation to protect it. It will not be stained with dust. , there is no one in the whole snowfield."
Yin Biyue's heart moved, "Which palace?"
"Changyuan Hall." Luo Mingchuan didn't seem to notice the change in his expression, and added, "I have mastered all the forbidden formations here, so it's good for Junior Brother to rest in peace."
Yin Biyue suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, heard that Luo Mingchuan hadn't mentioned herself yet, and said anxiously, "Senior brother, the Linyuan sword was out of my control that day, you must be seriously injured."
Luo Mingchuan said with a smile, "It didn't hurt the heart, it's just the flesh. The magic weapon has spirit, but there is always some temper." After saying that, he took out the Linyuan sword, "The sword belongs to the original owner, but junior brother must do what he says and take good care of his wounds. , don't use it any more recently."
Yin Biyue took the sword, feeling complicated beyond words. The meaning of the sword to the sword cultivator is extraordinary, like a part of the body.
Since he came here, the one who accompanies him the most, aside from his senior brother, is this sword that was originally called Yihu and later Linyuan. From not accepting his true essence, to connecting with his heart, he killed several times in dangerous situations; then he came back to the Lord of Meteor Xingyuan and stabbed his most important person.
Success is also in the Yuanjian, and defeat is also in the Yuanjian.
Yin Biyue put the sword aside and fixedly looked at Luo Mingchuan, "Brother, can you remember the illusion we saw in the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple."
That so-called projection of future destiny.
"What kind of magic weapon has a soul, if it wants to hurt senior brother, I would rather destroy it with my own hands. If I want to hurt senior brother, I would rather not use a sword."
Luo Mingchuan's eyes sank, stared at him, and smiled softly, "What nonsense. You are Jian Xiu, the master of Lin Yuan."
Yin Biyue avoided answering, "Senior brother still hurts, let me see..." He raised his hand to touch the chest of the person beside him, and was immediately held back, he couldn't help but explain again, "I'm really worried, no I want to take advantage of Senior Brother."
Luo Mingchuan didn't let go, still looked at him, and said seriously, "Junior brother, I have something to do now, you stay here and wait for me to come back. I have sent a letter back to Cangya, and within two days, you will be with your door to pick you up. . If I don't come back then, you can go with them. In the future, improve your mood and practice diligently... "
Yin Biyue was stunned when she heard this.
He interrupted abruptly and sternly, "It's not over at all, isn't it? What is my brother going to do? Seal the abyss
Luo Mingchuan was not in a hurry, his voice was gentle, but his actions were strong, and he couldn't help but trap him in his arms, "Junior brother promised me something, have you forgotten?"
He said softly, "Bind."
A piece of shark gauze shattered.
Yin Biyue only felt his wrist tighten, and the mercurial yarn was soft against his skin, but he lost his strength inexplicably, and he couldn't break free. Senior brother mastered all the restrictions in Changyuan Hall, and it was easy to trap him.
Panic struck in my heart, it was icy cold, and I cursed indiscriminately.
"Luo Mingchuan! How dare you! Those who come together will go together, and those who do not go together are puppies!" Yin Biyue struggled, "We are daoist partners, legal husbands! Even if we want to die, we should die together! You dare Leave me alone and try!"
Luo Mingchuan placed him on the bed and easily resolved his struggle, "The magic formula will expire in two days."
"You dare to go! I won't let you go! Umm..."
Yin Biyue suddenly lost her voice, and the words she could not finish were blocked by her lips.
Because Luo Mingchuan kissed him.
Unlike his shallow taste, he only dared to touch the corner of his mouth. It's a real kiss.
His lips were intertwined, his heart was pounding as he kissed, it was hard to breathe, and he stared blankly at the person who was close at hand.
Luo Mingchuan didn't close his eyes either, his amber pupils were full of his shadow.
Yin Biyue was like falling into a cloud.
Then the tenderness starts to become fierce, aggressive, lip-synching and wanton plundering. Yin Biyue passively endured it, unable to say anything to refuse, but could only let out a vague whimper.
After a long time, Luo Mingchuan didn't let him go until the end of his eyes turned red.
Yin Biyue was lying on the bed with his wrists tied. The front of the clothes was scattered in the struggle, panting violently, and looked up at his senior brother, but when he opened his mouth, he said very hard, "Do you think that I will compromise if you use a beauty plan! Impossible! Instead, I will go to risk alone, you What would you think?"
Luo Mingchuan looked at him like this, and deeply felt that his determination was outstanding, and the gentleman's way for many years was not in vain.
Feeling that the imprisoned remnant in his body was about to move, he took one last look at his junior brother, no longer nostalgic, and turned to leave.
Yin Biyue's vision suddenly blurred.
Until the white Taoist robe, the long and jade-like back passed through the heavy gauze curtains, walked out of the dark palace, and was never seen again.
He closed his eyes. Empty all around.
Lin Yuanjian silently accompanied him.