The battle between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu, both for viewing and reference value, has reached the highest level so far this time.
It is more suitable as a storytelling material to enrich the entertainment life of Yecheng people.
Cheng Tianyu became famous at a young age, and walked the world with the sword of Qinglu Jianpai Yasheng.
Duan Chongxuan was nominally a disciple of the Sword Saint, but he was more recognized as a relative of Mr. Zhang Yuan.
The gossip of the saints is not to be talked about, but the stories of these young geniuses are interesting to talk about.
It was also noticed that the shadow of the other four people behind the battle.
So this is more like a confrontation between Qinglu Sword Sect and Cangya Mountain.
No matter what the rumors say, that night, the protagonists of the story sat on the roof and drank wine under the moonlight in Yecheng.
Duan Chongxuan felt that this was the happiest day in his life.
The joy is beyond words, when the float is a big white.
So he bought three wine bowls and three altars 'Drunken Immortals'.
Yin Biyue doesn't know how to drink, to be exact, he has never drank.
But today he is equally happy, and he also yearns for the pride of the third senior brother's 'poor rivers and lakes carrying wine'.
Luo Mingchuan sat next to him, even though he was holding a large porcelain wine bowl, he was sitting upright and his robes were not messed up. He was completely a gentleman with the bearing of a gentleman - if he could ignore his thin red ears.
It was so close that I could hear the breathing of the people around me and feel the cool body temperature.
This reminded him of that day in the alley, and the younger brother helped him all the way back to Qiuhu.
Fortunately, Duan Chongxuan's intermittent voice came, so that the embarrassment would not be too obvious.
Duan Chongxuan was already lying on the roof, holding the wine jar with his legs crossed.
He seems to be intoxicated in the moonlight, and his speech is also upside down,
"Fenghuolangyan, I actually used it, why did I use it... I always thought I couldn't do it. It's really my father's son, it's really my own... I adore myself so much... Dad, I really miss you… "
Yin Biyue felt that he was really ashamed.
How old are you, you still call Dad when you're drunk.
If the girls in Ye Cheng saw this look, they would not have to worry about travel.
Luo Mingchuan just smiled and shook his head.
Duan Chongxuan suddenly stood up and walked to the eaves.
The night wind blew his clothes and danced, and his sleeves and robes fluttered, as if he was going home by the wind.
Facing the moon, he could articulate clearly and sing in the correct pitch,
"Looking at the ravines and resenting the distance, climbing the Chongxiu and hurting the distance... At that time, I leaned towards the left border of the Han Dynasty, and the northern land was in the south; the white dew was in the sky, the moon was flowing in the sky, I meditated on the chapters, and I was diligent in the chapters..."
Just when Yin Biyue thought he was sober, he fell from the eaves.
After a while, a muffled voice came, "I'm fine—"
Then there was the sound of him opening and closing the door.
So there were only two people left on the roof, and a bright moon.
The wind of the summer night brings the water vapor of the autumn lake and the smell of grass and soil.
Nearby is the golden autumn lake, and in the distance is Yecheng's high-rise streets and warm yellow lights.
Such a night view and night wind are enough to make people forget all their troubles for a while.
Even after dawn, the road to cultivation is still long and difficult, and the crisis is still there, but so what
Today there is wine and today is drunk.
Yin Biyue didn't use Zhenyuanhua wine, and was already slightly drunk.
He originally planned to have a talk with Luo Mingchuan after the third round of the flower-folding meeting, because the chatter had said before about the wrong eyes and mood problems.
But perhaps it was the wine that made him courageous, and he suddenly felt that it was better to hit the sun if he chose another day.
Luo Mingchuan saw the people around him put down their wine bowls and looked straight into his eyes, "Let's talk."
He hesitated and replied, "Okay."
"Senior brother, are you in a bad mood recently?"
Luo Mingchuan felt that this person must also be drunk, so he could only smile helplessly, "No."
If it was Yin Biyue when he was fully awake, he would never have said so bluntly, "Impossible! Eyes can't deceive people!"
Luo Mingchuan's smile froze on his face.
He drank a bowl of wine, and 'Zui Liuxian' had a bitter taste in his mouth.
Junior Brother actually noticed... how could it be
Sure enough, did he underestimate his younger brother? It seems to be better to be more careful in the future.
He knew that there was no problem with his state of mind, he just started to practice the second level of the Garan Eyeball Technique.
Zheng Wei's killing intent was terrifying, but it was far from enough to shake his heart.
What really made him feel the crisis was that with his current strength, he was still unable to fight against the will of those big men and protect his junior and junior brothers from harm.
The method of Jialan Pushu is very strange, and it is impossible for him to believe that this is an orthodox Buddhist practice.
But since this is the fastest way to enter the country today, he has no choice.
Luo Mingchuan looked into Yin Biyue's eyes.
The night was as dark as ink, not as dark as his pupils, he said,
"Junior Brother, I'm not in a bad mood, and there's nothing wrong with me."
Yin Biyue felt that she had been drinking too much, but she was dizzy just now.
But it's fine without him, don't worry about it without him.
He filled himself with wine again, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and remembered the night when he came back from the school, the moon was so bright, like a clear silver plate.
Since going down the mountain and joining the WTO, a lot has happened along the way, both big and small. He met a lot of people, some who didn't like it, and some who admired it.
But there are companions who fight with him, Cangya has brothers and sisters who are waiting for him to go back, and somewhere in the world, there is a cheap master who does big things.
It was good, he didn't know how to describe it.
It seems that here, he really lived a normal life.
He is very happy. Happy to drink bowl after bowl.
The moon became a double image in his eyes.
He doesn't want to take the path of 'going with good friends in the early stage, and betrayal and stabbing a knife in the later stage'.
Luo Mingchuan is a companion, not a protagonist.
He doesn't want to be a villain anymore, he wants to live a good life in this world.
At this time, Yin Biyue still didn't know that in life, many things are beyond the control of others.
Yecheng is in the north of Nanlu, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge.
Yin Biyue began to feel cold, but he didn't have the consciousness to run the real essence, instead he felt that drinking was very warm.
When he found that his wine jar was empty, he unconsciously went to grab the person next to him.
The cool breath suddenly entered his arms, and Luo Mingchuan was stunned for a moment.
The people around him took the wine jar and wanted to withdraw, but Luo Mingchuan held his hand.
Maybe it was because the night wind was too fast, he actually heard his voice tremble.
"Junior brother, alcoholism hurts your health, you can't drink any more."
Yin Biyue felt the temperature between her fingers, and the warmth enveloped her whole body, familiar and inexplicably reassuring.
His last consciousness stayed at... It's really warm.
Luo Mingchuan sat stiffly on the eaves.
The moonlight fell on the person in his arms, and three thousand white lights were shining brightly.
Only the thin lips are a little red, like white snow and red plums, burning and moving.
With a refreshing aroma and chill, the man in his arms closed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Luo Mingchuan got closer again, only to hear what he was saying.
After listening, he was silent.
The distant lights went out one by one, the long night was silent, and the moonlight became brighter.
His voice drifted in the wind,
"Junior brother, I, Luo Mingchuan, will protect you all day long when I am alive."