Yin Biyue was sure that she was delighted. To the gentle and tolerant eyes of the senior brother, the joy from the heart cannot be faked.
He laughed, almost relieved.
In the blink of an eye, he remembered the scene where he reunited with his senior brother at the floating seaside after he bid farewell to his master. The picture in my memory is still vivid in my mind, but the mood at that time is blurred.
So the current situation is still not right.
What a hassle.
Luo Mingchuan didn't say anything, just stepped forward and held his junior brother's hand.
Yin Biyue squeezed back for a while, and suddenly the icy cold wind on his face subsided, as if being blocked by an invisible barrier.
After doing this subconsciously, he remembered how much Shuofeng should be afraid of based on his and his senior brother's cultivation.
I am also a little gratified, because the master once explained that in the future, when you lead people to ride the clouds, you must remember to keep out the wind.
I still remember what my master said, and it is still helpful.
While exploring the avenue, the feelings are gradually stripped away. But stop asking how to open the sword mound to find the master? How to fight against the unpredictable fate
I hope the omniscient Mr. Zhang will have a solution.
The turbulent sea flew under their feet, and from time to time huge sea beasts jumped out of the sea, and only a flash of black shadows could be seen on the clouds.
In the higher sky, the sun falls through the thick clouds, the light and shadow change between the wind and the clouds, and the weather is magnificent and different from time to time.
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After the difficult battle of defending the city, Yunyang City was bruised. At this time, the mess was still there after the war, but the garrison of the northern land was camped in the wilderness outside the city, which was finally reassuring. A teacher is leading more than a dozen students to hang on the towering city wall with a light-weight technique, repairing the broken runes on the black bricks. There are still many people standing under the city wall, waiting to take their place.
When Yunyang City was renovated and expanded, Mr. Zhangyuan personally drew the drawings, and several major families in China contributed to it. The choice to engrave runes on each brick instead of setting up a ban that can be activated on the entire city wall is indeed more complicated. The person who engraved the talisman needs at least the cultivation level above the contemplative realm, the consciousness is not weak, and there is a research on the talisman.
Therefore, the construction process of the city wall was extremely slow, but Yasheng made a decision, even if people were puzzled and impatient, no one dared to say anything more.
In wartime, the runes on the brick walls are connected into formations, and the degree of defense against enemy attacks is incredible. Now that things have calmed down, Mr. Xi thinks of the old events from many years ago, and can't help but sigh with many guesses. Could it be that Mr. Yunyang City was going to suffer this disaster at that time? There must be such a battle in the world
The students under the city wall were waiting to take over, and those who were familiar began to speak. However, at the moment when the battlefield is in turmoil, there is no easy and interesting thing to say.
"Speaking of which, I was on the city wall that night, and the demon cultivator seemed to have suddenly collapsed... Before the arrival of the Northern Army Corps, he showed a dejected state."
"Thinking about it now, it's really weird."
There were different opinions, and someone in the crowd suddenly said, "...It is said that their combat power is related to the Meteor Star Abyss, and a big man in Cangya Mountain went to the Eastern Land and sealed the abyss." He subconsciously lowered his voice when he said this, but there were still many people. hear.
All of a sudden there is a sound of inhalation.
"Who can seal the abyss..." raised his finger to the sky, "could it be..."
Did the saint come back
"Really? What's the matter?"
If the Juggernaut really comes back, one person can attack the city and destroy the country, and there is no need to fear any magic cultivator.
The student lowered his head and said, "I only heard one sentence. Who knows about the big man?"
Topics are deliberately avoided.
"The demon army was hit hard this time, and there are few top powerhouses left. I don't think they will cross the sea again... For now, we are stronger."
The bankruptcy of their homeland, the cruelty of war, and the serious injury or death of their companions all made them feel war-weary.
Someone shook his head, still not optimistic, "Master Wuwang is the only one who can fight in the Six Asian Saints, the master is profound in Buddhism, but..."
Although the war and turmoil broke the image of Yasheng as a god who was almost omnipotent in people's minds, it was still something that most people would not dare to talk about. No need to say any more, everyone understood what he meant. Buddhists are not good at fighting.
If only some great man could be sanctified.
Not only in Yunyang City Academy, in Lianjian Sect, in Yecheng in the Southern Land, and everywhere, there are people who think this way.
Yin Biyue and the two passed by the chatting students, passed the prohibition of the city gate, and walked into the city, no one noticed them.
It was the lights near dusk.
The city is still full of tall buildings and bright lights. But it is not the Hualou Getai, the golden palace lanterns and the red lanterns of the Taiping years. It was the torches lit in front of the doors of each household, as well as the apertures of the formations of some buildings.
Along the way, all the households were locked and locked, and there were only cultivators in a hurry on the street.
Only the school has not changed. The lights in the library can be seen from a distance.
Yin Biyue couldn't count how many times this was the first time she had come here. I remember when I first met Mr. Zhang Yuan, I was still nervous as if walking on thin ice.
When he walked to the familiar alley, someone came out to greet him. It was not a boy in red clothes or a student in a blue robe, but a young monk in the robes of Jiekong Temple. Putting his palms together, he announced the Buddha's name, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "The teacher and the teacher are playing a game in the courtyard, and the poor monk leads the two donors."
Luo Mingchuan said that he was tired and smiled comfortingly at the people around him.
Yin Biyue knew that senior brother wanted to reassure him.
The only person who can play chess with Mr. Zhangyuan is Master Wuwang, who is a Buddhist practitioner and is proficient in medical theory. With him in the school, the teacher should be fine. If something happens, where do you have the mind to play games
He had mixed feelings about Mr. Zhang Yuan. Although the husband had participated in setting up the bureau, they almost died in Xingshan Temple. But several times to save him and help him, he paid a lot, and he has long regarded the other party as a respected elder.
It was still the humble little door that opened straight to the yard full of locust trees.
The cold wind is bleak, and the once prosperous tall wood flower stand is only left with dead branches and leaves.
The two people in the courtyard sat opposite each other in front of the stone table, and one of the chessboards was illuminated by the shark oil lampstand. It is clearly a slightly desolate scene, but it is inexplicably free and easy.
Mr. Zhangyuan was wearing a black crane cloak and held a hand stove in his arms. The long dragon, who had just strangled the opponent, was eagerly collecting pieces in the chess basket, when he saw them laughing, "Look, I'll say yes."
There is no wrong way to say Amitabha Buddha. It's the default.
The monk who led the way backed down, and Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan came forward to greet him, still a disciple.
Yin Biyue said, "Thank you, Master, for the grace of floating on the seaside."
The other party used the Buddhist lion's roar unique technique to break the confusion for him, thinking that it would consume a lot of himself.
Wuwang shook his head, "With your mastery, you will definitely become enlightened, it's just time sooner or later, you should not be grateful."
Mr. Zhang said, "Come on, sit down and talk."
The stone case is not big, and I just prepared four rattan chairs tonight.
Yin Biyue was stunned for a moment after taking his seat, then raised his eyes and looked at Mr. in disbelief.
When the realm reaches a certain level, the breath can be retracted and released freely, no dripping water will be exposed, and it will return to the original. That's why when Jian Sheng traveled in the market, he was really like a young son. When Mr. Zhang drank tea and read books, he was like a wealthy idler.
But now it is different. It is only when Yin Biyue gets closer that he realizes that the sublime pressure of Yasheng looming over the academy is only from Master Wuwang.
At this moment, Yin Biyue didn't know how to speak.
The cultivation base of Mr. is gone.
Stargazing can see the secrets of the sky, comprehend the magic of the supreme space, throw a cup and throw a cup, and change the gentleman who has been cloudy and rainy thousands of miles away, and become an ordinary person.
The person involved didn't care at all, "It's just a little cultivation. I also ate a part of the Bi Liuguang that I told you before, and I still have a long life. It's a big deal to cultivate from scratch."
Bi Liuguang eats flowers and leaves, the spiritual veins and roots are purified and their appearance remains unchanged, while those who eat roots have a condensed consciousness and a long life span.
Mr. Zhangyuan and Juggernaut, when they were young, used it as a common spirit grass and shared the same plant.
Yin Biyue's heart was empty, and those complicated emotions passed by quickly, leaving only the heart lake that was unbearable.
Sure enough, it was even more serious, so that even such a thing could only touch him for a moment.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Sir, please take care, if necessary, my junior brother and I are willing to serve the disciples."
The gentleman waved his hand, "Where can I use it... Don't talk about me, how are you?"
Yin Biyue was still unable to answer this question.
Fortunately, Luo Mingchuan opened his mouth and said,
"Junior and brother communicated with the heavens, the earth and the stars, awakened the memory of the previous life, and cultivated a thousand miles in a day. The perception of the Dao gradually became closer to the previous life, and the personal feelings were gradually stripped away. And in the sea of my knowledge, there is still a remnant soul, which was left in the Changyuan Sword before reincarnation. The devil in the middle. If you sit and watch and fight against him, you will be on a par, and you will hurt others and yourself."
After Yin Biyue heard the facts, he suddenly felt that he and his senior brother were really miserable.
There have always been only poor and lowly couples who grieved in every way.
Right now they're sitting here like they're sitting in a consulting room. Just waiting for the doctor in the hospital to say, "This disease is expensive to treat, takes a long time, and both patients and their families are suffering. Look..." He immediately jumped up and shook hands, "Cure! You have to cure even if you break the pot and sell iron! Doctor, save me! Save my daughter-in-law!"
After listening to the master, he turned to ask the people around him, "My eyesight is not as good as before, what do you think?"
Master Wuwang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Master Luo Shi, that soul is one with you, and you will not be complete without him. For this purpose, only you can recognize him from your heart, accept him, and when the opportunity comes, The two can be combined.”
Luo Mingchuan had thought of this possibility, but he was against it, and he was extremely reluctant to come to Mozun. But he still replied, "Dare to ask the master what the opportunity is?"
Wuwang didn't say that the secrets should not be leaked, and he was very straightforward, "The poor monk's realm is limited and cannot be seen. It is all up to the donor to find it." Turning to Yin Biyue, he said, "The realm of being too high and forgetful is that there is no bondage. You need to know that life is like being in a forest of thorns. If your heart does not move, you will not move rashly, and if you do not move, you will not be hurt. Since the donor has obtained the Tao, what is there to be confused about?”
Yin Biyue said, "Master has been practicing Buddhism for many years, and the pomp of the world is like a cloud of smoke. He has a pure heart and few desires. I am different."
He thought for a while, "In the past, I had a sword in my hand, and I had him in my heart, and all my worries were gone. How can I not be free? If I lose my feelings, I will have no interest in life. For me, such freedom is also a kind of shackles."
Luo Mingchuan laughed when he heard the words. Even in such a situation, the younger brother still cares about him very much.
Wu Wan thought about the phrase 'all worries and fears are gone', and said in a deep voice, "The donor wants to find a new way, which is no less than sailing against the current, and there is no ancient person to learn from it..."
Mr. Zhangyuan smiled and said, "There is no ancient person who is true, and it may not be true that there will be no future. Unfortunately, I can't help you. Why don't you ask your second senior sister, or the wind and rain sword from the Qinglu Sword Sect?"
Yin Biyue nodded silently. The second senior sister can break the 'life and death barrier', which may be similar to his situation. He didn't know about Zhong Shan for the time being, but it must have been justified for Mr.
Then he said, "One more thing, I want to know the position of the sword mound."
The gentleman's expression changed slightly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he took out a folded piece of paper from his wide sleeve, "Your master left it, he said that when you talk about this kind of question, I can't answer it again, just take this show you."
Yin Biyue took it with both hands, just wondering what to answer, only to hear the master say, "Go back and have a look. You have to ask me again."
So he put it away carefully, and didn't need his divine sense to probe it.
When the two left, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the shadows of the trees were whirling. The lights of the school building in the distance went out one by one, and there was a faint sound of reading from somewhere. Ning He didn't look like he had experienced troubled times.
Mr. Zhang Yuan closed the crane's cloak and looked at the chessboard on the case, "I'm sleepy, I'll play again tomorrow."
Wu Wang said, "It's been a long time since I've been away from the mountain, I'm going back tomorrow morning."
"Then talk about it next time."
That being said, I don't know if the next time will be hundreds of years later.
Wuwang suddenly sighed, "One is indifferent, the other is obsessive, they have a long and difficult road."
However, Mr. Zhang said, "They complement each other and complement each other. They are a natural pair."
No delusions, I think it makes sense.