Yin Biyue tried her best to restrain herself so as not to change her complexion.
He bowed his head respectfully and looked taught.
Thoughts turned, but his face was sinking like water. Because of the slightest change, it must be hidden from Mr.
'He' naturally refers to Luo Mingchuan.
Originally, it was under the envoy of Mr. Zhangyuan that he started to kill
Why did Mr. Luo want to kill Luo Mingchuan? Didn't Luo Mingchuan also study in the academy
What's more, with the realm status of Mr., there are a hundred ways to kill Luo Mingchuan, why should he fake his own hands
Can a sub-sage plan secretly, and the ultimate goal is only Luo Mingchuan? ! Or... Cangya Mountain
However, the school has been neutral for many years and has a strong friendship with Cang Ya. It is said that Juggernaut and Mr. are best friends.
Or, what is special about Luo Mingchuan
When was this order given? When you go to the school or go to the gate of the Sword Saint? Does the swordsman know
He felt like he was involved in a tricky situation.
It's just an insignificant chess piece in the hands of the big men.
If someone else encounters this situation, they must be in a state of panic.
But Yin Biyue came back to her senses, and her mind was full of:
What about the final big Boss? !
Why is it still online? ! ! There is such a big mountain in the villain camp! Where do you put your face? ! !
Sure enough, improving strength is the kingly way! ! !
"Let's let it go for the time being, don't worry about it in the future." The husband pointed to the rattan chair beside him to enjoy the cool air, "Come and sit."
The meaning of this is to stop thinking about killing Luo Mingchuan.
Yin Biyue did not refuse and sat down silently.
This memory is blank in my mind. But now it seems that in the past, getting along with Mr. is quite peaceful.
The gentleman also sat down on the rattan chair next to him. A few locust flowers fell on the stone table in front of him, and there was a set of half-old black-glazed tea sets.
"You came just in time, just in time for stargazing with me."
Yin Bi thought more and more, it was early morning when he came, and then he entered a strange and mysterious realm, and when he woke up, it was sunset. Now that the sky is dark, it takes about a cup of tea to see the stars appear.
Sure enough, everything is in the hands of Mr.
Decoction waker, finely grind tea cakes, rinse water into cup, tea receptacle loops, white soup flowers appear on the wall of the cup, contrasting with the black glaze on the tea set, it is not abrupt, but creates a harmonious sense of blending.
The gentleman's movements are smooth and free, but methodical and accurate.
Yin Bi thought more and more, probably this is 'doing what you want without breaking the rules'.
He looked at it seriously, and thought with some amusing in his heart, and he didn't know the treatment of making tea by himself in this palm house. How many people in the world would not dare to think about it. Let yourself be fair. Is this a benefit for a big man
The two sat under the tree, relatively speechless, and boiled water and tea.
Unconsciously, his floating mind calmed down.
It doesn't seem to be as he guessed, in the residual reaction of the original body, he is not prepared for Mr.
It's like sitting here, all kinds of speculations, distractions, and anxiety gradually dissipated.
Since coming to this world, the nerves that have been highly tense have finally relaxed in the dense aroma of tea.
He picked up the teacup and turned it lightly, and the faint light of the stars was reflected in the cup.
The gentleman took a drink, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and looked up to the sky.
The thick clouds cover the moon, and the stars appear to be more and more brilliant.
There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, "Actually, the stars are not as slow as we see them, some of them are also fast."
Yin Biyue was a little surprised and looked up. Only the silent stars in the sky can be seen.
He knew that the starry sky that his husband saw was definitely different from what he saw.
He couldn't imagine the world in Yasheng's eyes, just like mayflies don't know how big the world is, and summer insects can't speak ice.
In his previous experience, he has never had the experience of 'seeing the stars of the universe within hundreds of millions of miles'.
The gentleman looked at it with gusto, and changed to a comfortable position to lean on the rattan chair.
Soon, Yin Biyue's cognition was broken again.
He opened his mouth and sighed, "'Kanglong' and 'Winged Snake' were separated by three Ganges River sands last year, and now they should be on the same track."
'Kanglong' and 'Winged Snake' are the names of constellations in the sky.
Ganges sand is a unit of counting in Buddhism, about ten to the fifty-second power.
Then the master narrowed his eyes and muttered in his mouth. Yin Biyue couldn't hear it clearly, but only roughly grasped the extremely large counting units of the piles and streams.
The gentleman suddenly raised his finger and swiped across the air, as if connecting two points together.
It turns out that this is the divination of the saints.
It's not really 'seeing', it's not a mysterious and mysterious sense of consciousness, but a real calculation.
With the vast accumulation of knowledge, special calculation methods, terrible counting ability, and long-term calculation experience, the results are calculated.
Yin Biyue was shocked.
Star-gazing knows fate, what is it that Mr. wants to see
At this time, the people around him put down the tea cup and smiled at him, "It's time for you to leave Cangya, it's better to go south."
A pot of tea bottomed out.
The night wind picked up, blowing the residual tea fragrance mixed with the sweetness of the locust flower floating in the night.
The thick clouds in the sky were blown away, and a ray of silver-white brilliance came out, spilling over the world from the distant nine heavens.
Haoyue broke out of the cloud.
At the same time, the bright stars all over the sky dimmed in an instant.
There were even a few that were so small that Yin Biyue could no longer see them clearly.
Moonrise star dim.
The gentleman's smile was also hidden in the subtle folds at the end of his eyes.
He started to clean up the tea set.
Yin Biyue knew that tonight's stargazing was here.
So he stood up and brushed away the finely broken acacia flowers on his collar. He bowed with his hands, and bowed as a disciple. It's for farewell.
The gentleman leaned back on the rattan chair and nodded.
Yin Biyue took out the invitation card from his sleeve. The figure rippling like water ripples, disappeared in the small courtyard in an instant.
Then there was only one person left in the courtyard.
Even with the bright and incomparable Yuehua as his company, he seemed a little lonely.
The Confucian scholar led by Eguanbo had a gloomy expression, looking at the lonely night and muttering to himself,
"Actually, the moon is also a star."
There seems to be a sigh echoing in the school that is completely silent.
It's just that this star is too bright, and no one dares to compete with it.
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Yin Biyue landed in Xi Huafeng's own courtyard. It's still the same spot we left in the early morning.
The invitation card in his hand turned into crumbs and dust, and disappeared into the night.
He thought with some regret that this 'university day trip pass' was really a one-off.
I don't know when I will reach that level. Just putting a seal on it is a magic weapon that can make people break through thousands of miles of space.
At this time, Yin Biyue didn't realize that after the epiphany at the academy, the question he was thinking about was 'when can he reach the sub-holy realm' instead of questioning whether he could reach the sub-holy realm.
Among the 100 cultivators in the contemplative state, perhaps 40 will think about how to enter the 'Breaking Barrier', 20 will think about when to enter the 'Theravada', and five will think about what the 'Mahayana' will look like. But almost no one would speculate on the cultivation of the saint.
Yin Biyue didn't think about this. Now he just thinks that hard-working cultivation is enough.
Don't ask, don't wait.
This is subconscious confidence.
Don't waste time with self-doubt, and waste your will with repeated speculation.
He gripped the hilt of the sword in his right hand and looked up.
It seems that without the shelter of the tall buildings and mansions in Yunyang City, the moonlight on Cangya Mountain is clearer.
I could vaguely hear the rustling of leaves and pines in the forest, and the partridges chirped from time to time, making the night more and more empty and lonely.
During the day at the school, the sword was still in the sheath, but the sharp sword intent was spurting out, and he could no longer use it.
That's what you want, you can't get it.
But it gave him a lot of inspiration.
He stood in the courtyard all night. At dawn, the whole body is soaked in the dampness of the morning dew. His eyes became brighter.
He thought that he had found a way to use the sword.