Yin Biyue's heavy heart was not able to maintain until the end of seeing second senior sister Liu Lishuang.
"Junior brother, bring this dragon scale body protection treasure clothes again!"
"And this Nanhai Shenshan Dagger should also be brought along!"
"And the purple bamboo bone sapphire fan, the nine-dragon divine fire cover, and the square mountain and river tripod, all of them must be brought..."
Liu bullying was still thinking about what was missing.
Yin Biyue twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth when he looked at the magical instruments that were piled up into a hill.
... He hasn't said a word since he came in.
He knew that Liu Chaoshuang practiced boxing, and usually did not focus on foreign objects. If you want to come to these net worth, most of them are the spoils of the 'Xilingshan Battle'.
In this way, he can't ask for it anymore.
So he coughed lightly, "Senior sister, I know your good intentions, but I'm a sword cultivator, and I travel with so many instruments. Isn't it a waste of time?"
Liu bullying thought for a while and felt that it was quite reasonable. These things, she herself does not usually use.
But he was not at ease, "Junior Brother, it's alright to bring a piece of self-defense!"
So the two sides compromised. Yin Biyue finally brought a dagger.
Liu bullying calmed down, and Fang felt that he had entered a barrier.
How can there be absolutely comprehensive preparations when going out to travel through the crisis and variables are unpredictable? Is there a foolproof back-up? If she really thinks too much and looks ahead, she will harm the junior and junior brothers instead.
The road ahead is vast and uncertain, and the junior and junior brothers must go alone.
Liu bullying wanted to understand this, and was relieved a lot. After saying some words of encouragement, he let Yin Biyue go back with relief.
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The young man sits in front of the desk and reads a book.
He sits straight and impartial.
His eyes were calm, like the vast sea of the abyss. What he was looking at was not a jade slip, but an old book, the corners of which were slightly yellowed, and it was not a precious classic. Even so, he still did not relax in the slightest.
Luo Mingchuan's self-discipline and sense of responsibility have been rooted in his character and deeply rooted in his bones.
Even when alone, behavior is meticulous.
Even his master, Masako, sometimes feels that he is self-disciplined to the point of being harsh.
But his kindness does not give people a sense of oppression.
On the contrary, everyone who has come into contact with him can feel the comfort of a spring breeze.
His smile was neither strong nor weak, with just the right kind of intimacy. No matter who he spoke to or what he said, he always stood at a polite distance. Not too close and not too far.
Like his people, this room is neither grand nor shabby. All the furnishings are in decent order.
The lotus-patterned sapphire incense burner is lit with the incense of cilantro. For practitioners, it has the effect of awakening the mind and meditating.
The sweet and refreshing aroma lingers in the house. A faint smoke enveloped the youth's eyebrows.
He sat in front of the desk, like tall and strong pines and cypresses standing on a cliff.
Only Luo Mingchuan knew it.
The incense was given to him by an old friend of Qinglu Jianzong when he came to Cangya to discuss the Fa, and he had never used it before. Because it is not necessary.
However, the heart is not calm, how can it be controlled by the incense of a stove of ice
Therefore, when someone pulled the restraint in front of his courtyard, he simply put down the scroll and pushed the door out.
The person who came was He Yanyun. Compared with her usual laugh and liveliness, there seemed to be a few more worries between her brows.
Luo Mingchuan welcomed people into the courtyard, but did not enter the house.
Although the cultivator does not pay attention to the defense of men and women, he always maintains the ritual.
He Yanyun sat on the stone bench under the tree and asked directly as soon as she sat down,
"Senior brother, are you really not going with us?"
Luo Mingchuan said frankly, "I'm going with Junior Brother Xi Huafeng Yin and Junior Brother Duan. They have different routes. If you need to take some detours, you need to leave a month in advance." Uncle Pingfeng Cheng leads the team, and you all follow his arrangements."
'Fresh Flower Club' is a voluntary registration, and there is no quota limit. It is not only because there are not many disciples in the concentration and barrier-breaking realm, but also because in Cangya, not everyone is keen to become famous. There are also some people whose realm is not stable.
Thirty people went to Cangya Mountain this time.
But compared to many lesser-known sects, the fact that the entire sect couldn't make up 20 barrier-breaking realms after several times was indeed a terrifying background.
He Yanyun was not surprised by Luo Mingchuan's answer. She heard about Luo Mingchuan's decision before she came.
But she twisted her sleeves and stopped speaking, and finally summoned up the courage to ask,
"Senior brother, have you really done anything to be sorry to Brother Yin?"
In her past knowledge, she never felt that Brother Luo would make mistakes. If it's wrong, it's also someone else's fault.
This is a blind faith, almost faith.
So even though she knew that Senior Brother Luo never lied, she felt sorry for Senior Brother Yin in the Hall of Qinghe.
But at this time, I asked again, with hope.
Luo Mingchuan was silent.
The spring breeze blew through his empty sleeves, full of bleak autumnal mood.
After a long time, he said, "I'm the one who took him down."
He Yanyun bit her lip and was speechless. His eyes turned slightly red.
She stood up in a hurry, and ran out of the yard without sacrificing the ceremony.
She ran all the way to the Chengguang Lake in Xiganfeng, feeling sad and breathless.
She saw the reflection in the lake, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry, but she slowly calmed down.
Because she remembered that when she was a little girl, the master looked at the lake here and said a truth.
"The villain is right, the gentleman often lives."
- A villain will never think that he is wrong, while a gentleman will always reflect on himself and correct his mistakes.
She recalled that she was arguing with Master at the time, "Maybe people are too demanding of gentlemen, so the slightest mistake will be caught and become a big mistake. And because the villain is usually a villain, people who make mistakes will also make mistakes. Don't blame him very much. It's really unfair, it's really miserable to be a gentleman! Fortunately, I'm a woman!"
The master glared at her blowing his beard, "Shuzi can't be taught! Your senior brother is much better than you!"
Senior brother is naturally stronger than her. In her mind, senior brother is stronger than anyone else.
She picked up the lake water, washed her face, and smiled at the lake.
Because she suddenly felt that a senior brother who admits his mistakes is more worthy of admiration than a senior brother who does not make mistakes!
The evening breeze is soothing.
Sitting by the lake, she thought carefully about the actions and expressions of the two people in the Hall of Qinghe, as well as the weight loss and haggardness of her senior brother in the past month.
Finally made a decision.
The girl stood by the lake, clenching her fists with pride,
"Senior brother, this time it's finally my turn to help you! Don't worry!"
********I'm a idiot dividing line from the paper family********
The fifth day of the fourth month is the auspicious day of the zodiac.
It is suitable to travel, to be buried, to marry, and to break ground. Anything goes.
Duan Chongxuan only went out after checking Huang Li.
Liu Lishuang and Jun Yu sent the two to Xihua Peak. When it was time to leave, there was nothing left.
Yin Biyue noticed that Jun Yu's aura could not be retracted freely, and when he stood a little closer, he could feel the pressure, as if there was a high mountain in front of him.
This is a good thing, maybe wait for him to come back. The big brother has broken through the Mahayana realm.
After he and Duan Chongxuan bowed to their brothers and sisters, they turned around and went down the mountain.
Then they saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the middle of the road.
I haven't seen you for a few days, and my complexion seems to be much better.
He nodded slightly, "Junior Brother Yin, Junior Brother Duan."
Duan Chongxuan said with a smile, "Senior Brother Luo, it's a long way to go, please take care of me."
Yin Biyue was relieved, it seemed that the chatterbox didn't have much hostility towards Luo Mingchuan, and nodded, "Senior Brother Luo."
So they all went down the mountain together.
At dawn, there is still a faint waning moon in the western sky.
The 'morning bell' from the main peak resounded melodiously in the mountains, and the sound was endless, causing countless birds to come out of the forest.
Although they are still in the mountains, the terrain has eased a lot, and the main road they are walking is wide and flat, enough for two carriages to run side by side.
As they approached the deacon hall, faint voices could be heard.
Many disciples have already got up, and some have gathered in one place and are talking about something. Seeing the three of them walking side by side, Ruo Ruowu looked over.
This morning was quiet and peaceful, like the mornings of thousands of Cangya Mountains in the past, and it was no different.
But Yin Biyue quickly realized that something was wrong.
Because these disciples have swords in their hands.
When there is nothing to do on weekdays, the cultivators hang their light swords around their waists and carry their heavy swords behind their backs. Some people like to use some space means or magic tools to put away their swords, and rarely hold them in their hands.
Unless, use it immediately.