When Yin Biyue came down from the stage, the deacon of the Qinglu Sword Sect forgot to announce the victory or defeat, everyone who embraced Pu Zong forgot to come to the stage to help others, and the Cangya Mountain disciples also forgot to cheer.
The summer breeze blew through the elm trees, and the lush branches and leaves on the side of the ring were battered by fire and ice, and finally fell in the wind.
The frost melted away, and there was a shallow pool of water on the stage, with dead leaves floating on it. It's like a sudden autumn rain, washing away the heat of the dog days of midsummer, bringing the chilling chill to the world.
The deacon's disciple suddenly returned to his senses and said loudly, "This game is over! Yin Bi of Cangya Mountain wins!"
It's like a signal. Not only the Cangya Mountain disciples, but also many people in the arena waved their swords in cheers, the sound spread far away, and the people of Yecheng in the distance also applauded.
Bao Puzong's disciples rushed to the stage and helped the pale He Lai down from left to right.
Duan Chongxuan laughed loudly, "Fourth Senior Brother, in the future I will bring you tea, water and swords, and it will be up to you to cover me!"
This was naturally a joke, and the Cangya Mountain disciples all laughed and congratulated Yin Bi.
Only Luo Mingchuan still frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any injury?"
When he asked, everyone remembered. This victory was so beautiful that they forgot about Yin Biyue's flaming sword intent just now, and they were all worried at this moment.
Yin Biyue shook her head, "No."
Luo Mingchuan looked at him carefully, his expression finally relaxed, "Go back and rest."
The disciples of Cangya Mountain spontaneously gave way and asked Luo Mingchuan to accompany him back to Qiuhu first.
Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to walk all the way, but when he looked up, he could faintly see a colorful skirt and flower umbrella more than ten feet away.
Knowing that having me along the way will also cause trouble to the senior brothers, I have to say to the two of them, "See you at Qiuhu in the evening, fourth senior brother has a good rest."
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue walked towards Yecheng.
As soon as they left, the two half-step great figures in the eastern stand also began to leave. The elders on the stage were busy standing up to salute and rearranging their seats; Qinglujian sent deacon disciples to clean up the water on the arena; The people over there had already left halfway, and it is said that they were carrying He Lai to find the medical practitioner of Jiekong Temple.
Zhong Shan and Song Tang also left at some point.
Bidou is still going on, but there are a lot fewer people on the edge of the ring.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were walking in Yecheng.
Today is a small summer heat, the scorching sun is scorching hot, and the light of the bluestone slab can be seen.
The long street was empty, and there were no human voices barking, as if the whole city had fallen into a sound siesta.
Only Xia Chan chirped tirelessly.
In the sweltering summer, Luo Mingchuan felt the slightest chill, which overflowed from Yin Biyue's body.
On the way from Cangya Mountain to Yecheng, Luo Mingchuan had long discovered that his body temperature was low at ordinary times, especially at night.
Duan Chongxuan also joked, "Walking next to Fourth Senior Brother is very cool, it's cooler than holding fire beads to relieve the heat."
Because Yin Biyue has been training his sword stance by the cold pool of Xihua Peak for many years, his body is dyed with cold energy.
This is not uncommon, the martial arts skills and spiritual spiritual veins will slightly change the cultivator's physique.
But now, just after Yin Biyue urged him to use the Cold Water Sword, the chill was so strong that it was abnormal.
So Luo Mingchuan stopped, looked at the boy's face, and asked seriously,
"Junior Brother, do you feel any discomfort?"
Yin Biyue remained silent.
He didn't expect Luo Mingchuan to be so sharp, clearly he had already controlled his breathing and pace to the slightest.
He was indeed not injured, but after all, he was fighting across borders. 'Treading mountains and rivers' drastically consumed his consciousness and mental strength, and the last sword was full of true essence...
The spirit of the entire battle was highly concentrated, and when he suddenly relaxed, he felt a chill oozing out of the bone meridians.
It is the unfinished meaning of the cold water sword.
In the past, this kind of trivial problem could be solved by running the True Qi for a week.
But now he has no real essence and no strength. After being asked by Luo Mingchuan again, I felt a wave of exhaustion pouring in.
I'm too lazy to walk even two steps, will you drag me back
... Oh, this is too embarrassing.
Yin Biyue pursed her lips, "It's okay, let's go."
Luo Mingchuan didn't move, a bit of embarrassment appeared on his face,
"Actually this is the case... I just stood under the scorching sun for a long time, maybe I caught the heat, and now I feel a little dizzy... Junior brother, would you like to help me?"
After saying that, he smiled embarrassedly.
Yin Biyue seemed to see him and Luo Mingchuan crawling back to Qiuhu Lake.
Brother Luo!
Are you really kidding me! Why does the barrier-breaking environment suffer from heat stroke? !
If another person said that, Yin Biyue wouldn't believe it if he was beaten to death.
But Quan Cangya knew that Luo Mingchuan was an upright gentleman and would never lie.
Yin Biyue has already started to think wildly. Could it be that the other party has practiced some special exercises that prevent him from basking in the sun for a long time? …
He looked at the long street where the heat was steaming, and found that there were no dogs, let alone people.
So he nodded his head as if at home, "Okay!"
Just help!
The two of us supported each other and climbed back to Qiuhu together!
... But such a shameful thing must not be known to a third person.
Yin Biyue took two steps closer, stretched out his hand, and supported Luo Mingchuan's right arm. The person being helped leaned slightly towards him.
An unfamiliar and warm breath came to me.
Although they got along with each other all the way, there is no longer the uncomfortable rejection when they are close to three feet at first.
But such a close distance had never been seen before, and Yin Biyue still felt uncomfortable.
Seeing Luo Mingchuan's sincere expression of thanks, "I'm sorry, junior brother."
"… No trouble."
After taking two steps, the expected difficulties did not appear, but Yin Biyue quickly found out...
It really is a person with heat stroke, it's really warm! ～(≧▽≦)/～
The chill on his body seeped out from the bone meridians, and no matter how hot the sun was, it couldn't be dispelled.
But supporting Luo Mingchuan is obviously different.
The skin on Luo Mingchuan's body seemed to have a thin layer of True Essence circulating, warm and dry, and it was transmitted to him through the Taoist robe.
The damp chill is gone, and every inch of bone is like a warm sun.
This is... the heat stroke is so severe that the real essence overflows? You won't faint, will you
Yin Biyue already had the strength to help him closer, and walked towards Qiuhu step by step.
The cicadas rang through the long street, and the breeze shook the shadows of the trees.
In Yecheng in midsummer, two young men in white Taoist robes supported each other and walked through the winding and narrow alleys.
The lanterns on the eaves of the high gates swayed gently in the wind, and behind the thousands of buildings, there was a sparkling lake.
At this moment, they both thought they were each other's support.
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"How come Yin Biyue, a disciple of the Sword Saint, defeated the fifth-ranked 'Baopu Qizi' at the Flower Folding Fair."
The news spread to every corner of Yecheng at the fastest speed, and then spread to the southern land and the whole world.
Every detail of that battle was passed down. How the two sides of the battle will use their swords, how they will twist and turn, and how dangerous things will be, every teahouse in the southern land can make guests feel immersive.
But the combat-experienced still have questions.
'Treading the mountains and rivers' versus 'going to the sky', 'Baopu gossip' versus 'cold water', these are equal responses to each other, but how come the realm is so high, how can Yin Biyue win
Just sword intent
His realm is limited, can he really display the perfect sword intent with dead branches
So the direction of Yin Bi's sword was noticed.
A speculation spread that the Han Shui Sword defeated the enemy with one sword, not suppressing, but cracking.
He cracked the gossip sword.
"Absurd! The gossip sword has undergone thousands of changes. I dare not say that I am proficient after learning the sword for a hundred years. Can a young man who has lived for less than 20 years crack it?!"
When Bao Puzong's leader heard this statement, he immediately became furious.
He Lai on the bed was pale.
He was originally the person who held Pu Zong's most hope to win the first prize in this flower folding party.
But he was unlucky and met Yin Biyue in the first round.
There are still precious medicines and stones that can heal the wounds of the skin, flesh, roots and bones, how can the cracks in the heart of the Tao be saved
But he is one of the 'Baopu Seven Sons', the Li Gua of the Bagua Sword Formation. If he is not there, how will the Sword Formation become so powerful
For Bao Puzong, this issue is more important than his injury.
For the harmony of his Taoist heart and the formation of sword formations, Baopu Zong always has to do something.
The elder engraved a jade slip, and after completing it, it immediately turned into a streamer and flew towards the Hengduan Mountains in the Western Continent.
"Is it true that I can send no one?"
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In the following few days of the flower-folding meeting, the number of Buddhist practitioners in Jikong Temple and Xingshan Temple increased. The Mahamudra of Buddhism and the indestructibility of the vajra were indeed admirable; in Lianjian Zong, it was called the first in spiritual practice among the younger generation. The man's Huan fell off the field and performed the tactic of springing with dead wood; there was also the Tongfeng junior brother of the Qinglu Sword Sect Zhongshan, who made the flying feather sword in his hand; even a little-known disciple of the small sect in Donglu suddenly emerged. Be the second to cross the border and win...
In the first round of the Flower Folding Club, many young people showed their amazing talents and spiritual attainments.
But no game was as exciting as Yin Biyue's right.
Therefore, the next battle of the Sword Saint disciples became particularly exciting.
At the end of the first round, 162 people will advance to the next round and will be divided into 81 groups.
This time, the lottery will be drawn by the 81st place after the number. The three Yin Biyue didn't need to go to the lottery anymore, they just had to wait for them to be drawn.
Yin Biyue had been in the room for the past few days. After the battle with He Lai, he learned a lot, so he stayed behind closed doors and sorted it out carefully. Sitting and looking at oneself, the threshold of breaking the barrier becomes clearer and clearer.
On this day, the lottery results came out.
He pushed open the door and saw that the chatter was about to go out.
"Fourth Senior Brother is going to Shen Yingbi to see the result of the lottery?"
Yin Biyue nodded.
He said with a smile, "There is a place where news is faster, why bother to seek farther?"
The more Yin Bi understood, the more he said, this is another invitation to visit the flower house, ah no, the tea house.
According to the folk customs of watching the liveliness in Yecheng, the news of the teahouse is indeed the fastest.
He glanced at the closed door of Luo Mingchuan opposite, and didn't know whether the person was in the room or had already gone out.
That day, he helped Luo Mingchuan back and sent him into the house, making sure that he was all right before leaving, so there should be no problem.
Yin Biyue didn't understand why he dared to go out on the street. Before it was clear, every time he went shopping, he was like a parade.
When they walked out of the Qiuhu Lake, passed through the mansions of the nobles in the south of the city, and walked on the main street of Yecheng, when a few girls looked at them with resentful eyes, they sighed, "I was blocked at the gate of the city two days ago, so I said 'I already have a place in my heart, I love someone, and I won't marry her in this life.'... This is really useful."
Yin Biyue was stunned, no wonder, it turns out that your acting career has changed from a golden bachelor to an older infatuated man.
It was still the Taihe Building that day, but the hall was still full before the busiest time after nightfall.
Yin Biyue and the two walked to the second floor.
He didn't know that his current reputation was no less than chatty, and many people had noticed him when he went upstairs.
It's just that there is no spiritual awareness of the monks to spy on him, because of fear, and there is no unscrupulous gaze that falls on him, because of awe.
The next moment, in the noisy teahouse, suddenly the needles fell silently.
In front of him, a robe of splashed ink landscape appeared.
They want to go upstairs and the other wants to go down.
The stairs are wide enough for three people to run side by side.
But the other party obviously did not mean to go wrong.
Yin Biyue looked up.
Compared to his face, the first sight was the first to see his sword.
Storm Sword.
Zhongshan.