Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were walking in Yunyang City.
The light of the bright moon in the sky, the brilliance of street torches and formations, fell on them alternately. Those dead branches blown by the cold wind swayed, and their shadows were reflected on the white walls of the house, which was rather bizarre.
Yin Biyue opened his mouth and said, "I suddenly felt that with Master's talent and swordsmanship, it is not impossible to reach the realm of immortals. It's just that he knows the consequences, so he doesn't want to."
A person like Master, who came to the world to rejoice in grievances, laugh and scold, how could he be willing to live indifferently and look down on everything
There seemed to be a smile in the voices of the people around him, "Some people don't want to, they abandon it like a shoe, and some people can't ask for it. It's really interesting to cultivate Buddhism."
Yin Bi said lightly, "You are here."
I don't know if it was a relationship issue, or if he had experienced the sudden change between Demon Venerable and Senior Brother two times before, he was not surprised at all.
"You should have heard that it's hard to get rid of two souls. The best way is to fuse. I know it's hard for you to accept..."
The Demon Venerable smiled and said, "It's more difficult for him to accept it. A hypocrite refuses to admit his dark side, he cannot reconcile with himself, and naturally he will not accept my evil thoughts..."
Yin Biyue just wanted to say that my senior brother is not a hypocrite, so he listened to the other party continue,
"What's more, he thinks you are more important than himself, and it is difficult for you to accept it, and he is even more reluctant."
Yin Biyue shook his head, "There is no absolute right or wrong. No one is born a saint or a devil. I have evil thoughts, and you have good intentions. They are all the same." He paused, "Give me a little time, and I will try to accept it. you."
The mansions of Yunyang City were left behind by them, and the evening wind was no longer sheltered, raging in the wilderness outside the city.
The Demon Venerable disagreed, "I can't become like him, so don't expect it. Don't fool me with the words 'human nature is inherently good', such as self-restraint, sincerity, integrity, gentleman, I don't believe in those stupid things... "
Yin Biyue couldn't help frowning, "Then what do you believe?"
The Demon Venerable walked with his hands behind his back, his attitude was sloppy but contemptuous, and he said calmly,
"Absolutely powerful power, the power to manipulate people's hearts..." He looked at the expressions of the people around him, "How about it, do you still accept me now?"
Yin Bi Yue said, "I will."
It sounds sincere and moving, but it's not enough to impress the devil.
"When does a true immortal also like to talk empty words? It's still so far to talk about acceptance."
Yin Biyue took the initiative to draw the distance between the two, "I'm just not used to..."
Demon Venerable taught him with a good temper, "This is easy, you have to get used to being close to me first, and then you will let your guard down."
Yin Biyue intuitively knew what was wrong with what he said, but he couldn't pick the wrong place. Just be silent.
Yuehua is like a practice, and the shadow of the person falls on the grass. The shadows of the two were so close that they almost merged.
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No matter where you are, this year's winter has been extraordinarily long. When the first snow fell on the Northern Continent, it was abnormally early by a month. Snowflakes also floated in the normally mild and humid southern land. After the snow season has passed, the weather is still not getting warmer, the glaciers on the field are not melting, and the vegetation is not green.
Until the end of the New Year, the sound of firecrackers was not heard in the town, and there were no markets or lanterns.
When Yin Biyue and the two returned to Cangya, there was a trembling tu-rui in the mountain gate. There are several young disciples with immature faces around, and the crisp child's voice drifted in the mountain wind, "Finally there are flowers blooming, I thought spring would not come..."
"When Master heard this, he must have taught you that the law of heaven comes from winter to spring. The practitioners of my generation understand the vitality of spiritual qi and know the changing seasons. How can we say spring when we see flowers like ordinary people..."
"What you said is not right. There is a big world in the flower. If the little junior sister looks at the flower, if she sees the micro-knowledge and understands the state of mind, it is also very good."
Suddenly a young voice came from a height, "What are you talking about..."
A few young disciples hurriedly dispersed and went to repair the mountain gate again.
The battle between Yan Xing and Lin Yuangui was in front of the mountain gate. Even though there was a great formation to protect the mountain, the stone steps in front of the mountain were also torn apart by the vertical and horizontal sword qi and sword intent. The land outside the door is a mess.
Yin Biyue looked up and saw that his spiritual consciousness passed through the vast clouds and mist, and there were disciples repairing formations and replanting flowers and trees on several mountain peaks in Cangya. From time to time, a team of more than ten guards passed by. In addition, the deacon hall was still crowded, and the lecture hall was still in class, and everything was the same as before the war.
In the scenery of early spring, it looks full of vigor and vitality, and Vientiane is updated.
"My yard is beside Xihua Peak Shanghantan, do you want to wait for me there first?"
Demon Venerable raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"If the brothers and sisters know about this, they must worry about it. They are already very tired... Also, the real person in charge is old and can't stand the stimulation."
If Grandpa Zhengyangzi saw his apprentice go out, he would become a Demon Venerable, and he was afraid that he would vomit blood. Fortunately, in their current state, any restrictions on Cangya Mountain are unimpeded, and the mountain protection formation is detrimental. As long as the Demon Venerable deliberately restrains his breath, no one can detect it.
Yin Biyue thought that this person had a proud temperament and would definitely not be willing to do such a cover-up, but he didn't expect the other party to agree, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
After speaking, the figure moved slightly and disappeared in place.
Yin Biyue never avoided anyone when he went up the mountain, so after one person recognized him, many disciples saluted one after another, and more people came after hearing the news, and the mountain road not far away was surrounded by water. It's just that his temperament is too indifferent, which makes people look in awe from a distance, and dare not come forward to harass. You can only communicate privately with your companions.
"Is that Senior Brother Yin?"
"Senior Brother Yin has returned from exorcism in the East Land!"
"Do you feel it, Senior Brother Yin has made great progress in cultivation, eh, why don't you see Senior Brother Luo?"
"I heard that the Meteor Star Abyss in Donglu has been completely sealed..."
He did not expect this situation, but fortunately, the main peak rang the bell, and after three times, the birds returned to the forest, everyone was alert, and the tide receded, each returning to his place.
I saw He Yanyun running from a distance, out of breath with excitement, Ruan Xiaolian chased after her.
After the girl in pink stood still, she gave a proper salute, and she looked rather steady, "Senior Brother Yin. After receiving the letter, I thought it would take a long time for you to come back. Everything is fine on the mountain. Master started retreating yesterday. …”
Zhengyangzi retreated, and Luo Mingchuan was not there. As the direct disciple of the head, the coordination and scheduling of many things in Cang Ya fell on He Yanyun's shoulders.
Yin Biyue nodded, "I've worked hard for you recently."
He Yanyun was a little embarrassed, "What's the hard work, these brothers Luo wrote clearly before they left, I just followed suit. Brother Luo... Didn't you come back?"
Yin Biyue said, "If there is a slight injury, I will let him go to my place to raise him first. I will come to see the head and senior brothers and sisters."
Maybe when he returns, the people in the yard have changed from Demon Venerable to Luo Mingchuan.
He Yanyun was relieved, Ruan Xiaolian smiled and said, "Senior brother Yin just came back, how can you ask questions like this, let the senior brother go to work first, and then cultivate well."
Now that the Sect Master was closed, Yin Biyue went directly to Xihua Peak after saying goodbye to the two of them.
The sea of clouds surging on the edge of the cliff, Jun Yu retracted his sword and turned around, "Junior brother."
His breath was as cold as usual, and the strands of sword intent were not scattered, floating among the cliffs.
Yin Biyue stepped forward, "Eldest brother."
Jun Yu nodded in greeting.
There is always such a tacit understanding between the same sect. When they parted, they experienced the battle of life and death and the great understanding. After meeting, words could not express concern, but a look was enough.
He took out the tissue paper in his sleeve, explained the reason, and presented it to the senior brother.
"Mr. Zhang Yuan said that this was written by the master before he went to the Sword Tomb, which can solve our doubts."
Jun Yu took it with both hands, and after opening it, two big characters with flying dragons and phoenix danced directly into their eyes.
Yin Biyue was speechless for a while, thinking that only Master could do this. And the big brother is worthy of being a big brother, so calm. Mr. Zhang Yuan is also very powerful, and he said in advance that he would not ask any more questions.
Juggernaut's handwriting was strong and unrestrained through the back of the paper, but he only wrote the word "don't come".
Jun Yu's face was cold and solemn, and he couldn't see any change in mood at this moment. Just refolded the paper and put it in the wide sleeves. Calmly said, "Junior brother's realm has greatly improved, which is very good. Is there anything wrong with it?"
The words are simple, but Yin Biyue can feel the senior brother's worry, "The cultivation base is stable, but the state of mind is different... Second senior sister is out of life and death, probably has a similar experience with me, and I want to ask her for advice."
"Go ahead, Junior Sister has not been discharged from the hospital since she returned to the peak."
It is rare for the senior brother to say a long sentence. It seems that the situation of senior sister is not good.
Yin Biyue was walking on the mountain road of Xihua Peak, and occasionally there were cold plums on the clothes, and the fragrance was floating.
I remembered that the first time I went down the mountain to go to the flower-folding party, I also took this road to say goodbye to my senior sister. Senior sister brought out a bunch of magic tools and insisted that he bring them. Today, the mountain road remains the same, but the season is different, and their mood is not the same as yesterday.
The spring in the mountains is late, and the cold wind is still expected to disperse the clouds.
Liu bullying was writing on the desk in front of the window when she heard a knock on the door and said 'please come in'.
Sandalwood was lit in the house, and the green smoke curled up.
The woman in the long gown was holding a pen and approaching the case.
What she copied was a volume of Taoist scriptures, and her writing was extremely steady, neither hurried nor slow.
Yin Biyue stepped forward to look at it, but saw the horizontal and vertical strokes like swords, spears, swords, and halberds, and the meaning of killing was blowing towards his face.
The paper is full of sharp edges.
"Second Senior Sister..."
"Fourth Junior Brother." Liu Lishuang continued to write, motionless like a mountain.
'In addition to life and death, which is not a trivial matter? People who have passed the threshold of life and death do not even care about their lives. Naturally, their hearts are like still water, and it is difficult to be moved by external objects. '
He forgot where he first heard this sentence, but found it very relevant.
Liu bullying finished copying a chapter, put down the pen, and invited him to take a seat.
"I know why you came, but unfortunately I can't help you. This is the rule. If someone can break the balance of heaven and earth by himself, it is too dangerous, so we have to let such a person not have the will to disturb the way of heaven. It's the end of the road."
Yin Biyue felt a little cold in her heart.
He thought from his own point of view at first, only thinking that compared with the vast and boundless avenue, the emotions in his heart were too small. Just as those who have seen the sea do not care about a speck of dust, so the more understanding, the greater the power, the farther away from the world.
Senior Sister has changed the angle. Those who want to change the world are not able to cultivate, but those who have reached the cultivation are indifferent and have no desire. Only in this way can the movement of the Way of Heaven be unhindered forever.
There is only loneliness at the end of the road.
"Dare to ask Senior Sister, if there is a day when there will be no worries and all things will be forgotten, what's the point of practicing?"
Liu bullying shook her head, "Where is the day when you forget the dusty things?"
Her eyes passed through the window lattice, and she didn't know where she landed. "I promised a person that I will live well and remember her for a long time. I can't lose my trust in others."
Yin Biyue looked at her, her mind moved slightly, and many pictures flashed in front of her eyes, which was self-evident.
So he asked, "Senior sister, do you think that you have lost the Jade Palace Master?"
Liu bullying went to the premise to write, turned over a page of the Taoist scriptures, and said calmly,
"No promise, how can I live up to it."
Yin Biyue was at a loss for words.
Saying goodbye to senior sister, she walked back to her small courtyard.
The golden black is falling, but there is no gorgeous sunset, and the vegetation and rocks on Xihua Peak are all shrouded in the dark sky.
Suddenly someone called him, "Fourth!"
Yin Biyue turned around and saw Yan Xing jumping down from the tree holding the wine jar.
"Third Senior Brother, you... are you all right?"
Didn't you say that you fought against Lin Yuangui and fought badly? I don't know how many bones were broken.
Yan Xing knew what he wanted to ask, and waved his hand, "Don't listen to the nonsense in the old fifth letter, my bones are hard."
Immediately he sighed, "Damn, your cultivation has risen again... So I don't have the dignity to be a senior brother at all."
He took out a letter from his arms, "You sent the letter to the Qinglu Sword Sect before. This is Zhong Shan's reply. If he is injured, he can only dictate it. Song Tang wrote it on his behalf... I will bring it back to you."
Yin Biyue said with guilt, "It hurts so badly... I'm bothering them."
Yan Xing said in surprise, "It's amazing, Song Tang said that you would definitely say things like trouble and hard work."
"What else did Sect Master Song say?"
"And if you say it again, you don't treat them as friends."
Yin Biyue laughed, "The third senior brother has been in the Qinglu Sword Sect recently?"
Yan Xing remembered that Duan Chongxuan had ridiculed him before he left, "running to the south all day long, like a door-to-door son-in-law." He didn't feel awkward, and admitted frankly, "Yeah. Song Tang will take the throne soon, and I can't be relieved."
The words were out of my mouth, and I remembered Duan Chongxuan's sentence, 'Is he familiar with you, it's your turn to worry about it? ' Then I felt sullen, leaped up to the top of the tree, threw the wine jar, and drew a knife to the cliff.
"Fourth, let's go first, I'll go and fight with the big brother."
To put it simply, it is to find abuse.
Yin Biyue only felt that the third senior brother had always been casual, and that he was in a good mood, so he wanted to learn from the senior brother.
He opened the letter and read it, and the writing was concise, except for a letter, and there was no tedious greeting. After a few words, the collapsed rocks and the soaring smoke and dust appeared on the paper.
"... Millions of years ago, the owner of the Wind and Rain Sword really fell into a dilemma. By chance, the Wind and Rain Sword revisited the old place, and I also entered a certain mysterious realm... "
The evening wind in the mountains blew away the mist, as if the morning mist outside Yecheng was split by the sword qi. The opponent's sword 'slanting wind and drizzle', like the starlight shaking on the autumn river. According to the long life of practitioners, the experience of fighting in the arena is not far away, but it seems that overnight, their swordsmanship and life have been turned upside down.
"The original meaning of the epiphany Feng Yujian, in my state of mind at the time, it was Zhao Wendao, and I could die in the evening... But I probably have concerns about surviving."
Yin Biyue watched as she walked, until she read the last sentence.
"...I just remember that the demons have not yet been driven out, and it is so difficult. I don't dare to go first. Master's great revenge has not been avenged, and the sect has not yet risen, so I don't dare to risk my life."
After talking with the second senior sister, she felt even more disappointed. When she raised her eyes, she faced the familiar white wall and grey tiles.
The walls are low walls, and the tiles are old ones. His yard is simple in layout. If it weren't for Xi Huafeng's misty clouds all the year round, it would be like some ordinary people's home.
The wooden door swayed slightly, and opened with a 'squeak'.
The lamp was lit in the bedroom, and the light passed through the paper window, causing a warm yellow in front of the stone steps.
Yin Biyue only remembered that someone was waiting for him here.
He pushed open the bedroom door, and for some reason, he opened his mouth and said,
"I'm back."
The lights flickered, and there was no one outside.
There was a chuckle behind the screen.
The laughter was hoarse, echoing in the quiet night. Like a pebble entering a lake, splashing up in layers of ripples. A crow feather fell on the wine cup full of moonlight.
Unspeakable lingering.
Yin Biyue walked over step by step, only to see the bed curtain half-rolled, the man leaning against the head of the bed with his black hair loose, his snow-white middle shirt wide open in front, revealing a jade-like chest.
The shimmer of the candle flame leaked in, illuminating his face in half-light and half-darkness, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow. The expression is not real, but there is no reason to give birth to evil spirits, like a demon that seduces people's souls.
The voice is also like a drunken spring breeze, with a smiley tail rising up,
"Who did you meet and whose letter did you read? You came back so late."