When Yin Biyue woke up, he saw the flowing yarn tent facing his head and smelled the soothing fragrance floating in the air. The light and refreshing taste is sober.
His mind went blank for a moment. Then he sat up abruptly and couldn't help beating the bed.
He remembered everything that happened last night, and felt that his mind was full of 'Drunken Immortals'.
I drank too much!
Even if you drink too much, you will talk to Luo Mingchuan about life!
There is no result in life! Believe what people say! And rob people of wine! Still asleep!
Even if you fall asleep! He also pulled people's sleeves and said 'I just want to live a good life'.
past your sister!
How can you talk nonsense with such revealing identity!
Huh? After that? Why isn't he on the roof now
... The chatter fell down a long time ago, and Luo Mingchuan must have dragged him back!
Have you been drinking crazy! Did you shout the villain manifesto! Did you make his saliva drool!
too! leave! people! !
Yin Biyue was immersed in self-disgust, just at this moment, a familiar voice came from the courtyard, "Junior Brother, it's up..."
He didn't want to shout, "I'm not here!—"
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Tragedy of life.
Yin Biyue almost raised his hand to give himself a sword.
He felt that he must have established an image of a stalwart fool and two gangsters in Luo Mingchuan's heart.
He got up with a blank face, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, his own voice 'I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here...' in his mind, and then silently opened the door.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree. With the usual smile on his face, he was polite and kind, and there was no hint of joking.
A fluke rose in Yin Biyue's heart...
Maybe he wasn't drunk at all yesterday
Did no one hear the 'I'm not here' just now
At this moment, the chatter opened the door and asked in surprise, "Eh? Fourth Senior Brother? Are you not here?"
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Unfortunate teacher.
Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
Fortunately, Luo Mingchuan coughed in time, "Since the two junior brothers are up, let's go."
It was only then that Yin Biyue suddenly remembered that Luo Mingchuan had a competition today, and he and the chatter had said to watch it together.
Immediately, a deep sense of guilt rose in my heart, regretting that I had dragged him to drink and talk about life last night.
The three brothers are right! Sure enough, drinking is wrong!
Duan Chongxuan also looked ashamed.
Luo Mingchuan laughed, "I drank a little wine yesterday and slept very well at night. Today I wake up refreshed and feel smooth."
Yin Biyue finally comforted a little, "That's good, let's go now."
When he stood under the stage and watched the two parties greet him, he felt that he was more concentrated than Luo Mingchuan.
In the first round, Luo Mingchuan confronted Wang Zhen who held Pu Zong, using the sword as a stick, and used the school's coaching whip.
In the second round, he had a bye and retreated in Qiuhu to break barriers. He did not watch the battle between Luo Mingchuan and Xingshan Temple Puhong. It is said that the two discussed Buddhism, and Pu Hong felt that it was better to end it.
But whether it is the coaching whip or the Buddhist verse, they are all other methods, and naturally they cannot be Luo Mingchuan's best.
He really wanted to see how many exercises Luo Mingchuan still had, and what the strongest backhand was.
Yin Biyue silently looked around the field and found that in the direction of the Qinglu Sword Sect, Song Tang, Zhong Shan, and Cheng Tianyu were all here, and Baopuzong, except for Zheng Wei, was almost there.
It seems that it is not only your companions who want to know you, but also your opponents and even enemies.
In terms of realm alone, Luo Mingchuan was the tallest of Cangya Mountain's disciples, and was also said to be the one most likely to defeat Zhongshan and win the championship.
Therefore, even if this game seems to be a stable victory, there are still many people watching.
Opposite Luo Mingchuan stood a disciple from the western border. The sect's reputation is not obvious, but his personal cultivation is good, and his salute is also very correct. "I have been respected for a long time by Senior Brother Luo, and it is a blessing to play against each other on the same stage today."
Duan Chongxuan said in a low voice, "This person is a spiritual practitioner. His talent and spiritual veins are very rare, and it is also rare to practice the exercises. He also defeated a disciple of Lianjian Sect in the last round."
Yin Biyue nodded and saw Luo Mingchuan reply modestly, "I don't dare to do it. Please."
The man was no longer polite, his right hand was slightly raised, and his fingers were flying.
Countless fine water droplets appeared in front of him, and quickly condensed into a thin water curtain, as flat as an autumn lake, which could be used for reference.
Duan Chongxuan said, "The speed of choking is fast."
Really quickly, the water curtain soared to three feet in the blink of an eye, and there seemed to be a standing lake on the stage.
At the same time, the air around the ring quickly dried up.
Thousands of water arrows condensed and burst out of the lake!
It was clearly water, but due to its rapid speed and majestic true essence, it formed a high-pitched sound of breaking through the air.
Luo Mingchuan fluttered his sleeves, the wind whistled, and the arrow fell still three feet in front of him. The water splashed at his feet, and fell to the ground like a torrent of rain.
But he couldn't get a corner of his clothes wet.
This kind of real yuan barrier method is simple and rude, and Yin Biyue saw Luo Mingchuan use it when he was in Panlongling.
Unlike martial arts who use swords and knives, the rhythm of fighting in spiritual practice is often much slower.
Even after a cup of tea time, the two sides still fought each other one by one.
Just when many people thought that the overall situation was settled and that Luo Mingchuan would consume the opponent just by the difference in his true essence, Yin Biyue noticed that the man was sweating more and more on his forehead, and his expression became impatient, obviously he couldn't support it. , to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box.
Sure enough, the next moment someone exclaimed, "It's foggy!"
The fog comes from all directions, but it is not morning fog, and it will not be dispersed by the wind.
On the contrary, it gathered more and more, thick and dense, covering the entire ring.
Yin Biyue's true essence covered his eyes, yet he could not see it.
Like him, many people did not see the mystery in the fog, but only saw a vast expanse of white.
The chatter was also surprised, "What kind of exercise is this?"
Yin Biyue narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a moment, his spirit was strong, and at this time he released his consciousness to see, "The fog has lost the tower, and the moon is lost in Jindu."
The chatter didn't suddenly realize, but coughed lowly, "Fourth Senior Brother, I don't study much..."
Yin Biyue explained, "It was researched by a saint in the 'Era of All Saints'. The innate spiritual vein is water, but it is slightly different from ordinary. It can turn water into mist and block the perception of opponents. He is not in the realm now, if he is higher, he can still create illusions in the fog, which is 'Yuemijindu'."
The chatter sighed, "I haven't seen it for so many years, it seems that this spiritual vein is really rare and special."
When Yin Biyue saw that Luo Mingchuan raised his hand and pinched the 'wind drawing', the weeds on the edge of the stage swayed slightly, but the fog was so thick that even the wind could not blow in, so he couldn't help but get nervous for a moment.
The people in the audience couldn't see clearly, and they could only talk about speculation.
In fact, Luo Mingchuan saw it.
Jialan pupil technique is known as 'Buddhist Dharma Eye', which can see through all Dharma gates and obstacles.
With his current state, even if he doesn't use the pupil technique, let alone the fog, even the opponent's choking moves are infinitely slowed down in his eyes.
It can also be seen that there is also the nervous expression of the younger brother standing under the stage and staring at him.
He frowned slightly, serious and focused, as if he was the only one in his eyes.
For some reason, his choking movements also slowed down.
In the fog, arrows came from all directions, there was no wind and no trajectory, as if they appeared out of thin air. It's enough to make people panic and be invincible.
Luo Mingchuan's expression did not change, he raised his hand and brushed his sleeves, blocking the arrows but not dispelling the fog.
After he finished the tactic, a water curtain appeared in front of him, which was exactly the same as the one in front of his opponent.
The same water curtain and water arrows are more powerful.
Under the cover of fog, no one noticed. Even the disciple on the stage was shocked that he didn't know why, but he couldn't see through his own mist, and thought that it was Luo Mingchuan using some means to change the trajectory of the water arrows and make them turn against each other.
"The fog hasn't cleared yet, is this practice really so powerful?"
"Why can't you be the first disciple of Cang Ya?"
Yin Biyue didn't see the water curtain in front of Luo Mingchuan, but felt strange.
If Luo Mingchuan couldn't see it, why did he lift the weight lightly and not leak a single flaw in his defense? If he can see that the opponent is three feet away, why not attack the opponent directly
No matter how slow this battle is, it will eventually come to an end.
The silhouette of the fog scattered, the disciple was pale, bent over and panted, but he was not injured, just lost his strength.
He didn't know that the other party could beat him a long time ago, so why has it been delayed until now
On second thought, Brother Luo is a friendly person, so he should be trying to save face for himself. Involuntarily grateful, "I admit defeat."
Luo Mingchuan bowed his hands as a gift and sent the other party down.
He does not have the joy and pride of victory, nor the exhaustion after a match. From the crown of the hair to the corners of the robe, there is no mess, just like when he was just standing on the stage.
Cheng Tianyu frowned and said, "Take the realm and the amount of true essence to force the opponent to death? If the opponent's realm is higher, wouldn't he have nothing to do?"
Song Tang shook his head, "As far as I know, there are no less than ten ways he can break the game... As for why he doesn't use it, is he trying to hide himself? Don't want to reveal his backhand too quickly?"
He turned to the person beside him and said, "Luo Mingchuan has learned a hundred schools of thought, his means are hard to guard against, and his mind is calm. I think that if you want to win the championship this time, he will be the most difficult opponent to defeat."
Zhong Shan's expression remained unchanged. Only the knuckles holding the sword turned white.
Different from other people's guesses and guesses behind this steady victory, Yin Biyue looked up at the dazzling sun.
Great heat today.
The rotten grass becomes the firefly, but the heavy rain does not work.
He remembered that Luo Mingchuan seemed to be prone to heatstroke... He stood for so long just now.
'Senior brother, are you dizzy? Do you want someone to help you go back? '
He looked around the crowded arena, no, it was too embarrassing. Brother will be very embarrassed.
Luo Mingchuan stepped off the stage, Cangya disciples gathered around to say congratulations, and he nodded in greeting.
He looked at Yin Biyue with a slightly startled expression and asked, "Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
Yin Biyue pondered, "I just remembered that I have something to do. Senior brother, would you like to go with me?"
Before Luo Mingchuan could speak, He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian's eyes lit up, "Of course it's fine."
Every disciple has received handkerchiefs with embroidered characters. At this time, he knew nothing about it, and with a secret joy, "Senior Luo, please go with Brother Yin."
While busy pushing Luo Mingchuan out.
Duan Chongxuan coughed lightly and nodded to Yin Biyue.
When the two of them walked away together, their backs were barely visible.
He Yanyun watched the sleeves of the two of them fluttering in the breeze, bumping into each other from time to time, and sighed, "It's beautiful, when will Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Yin join?"
Someone said, "Obviously good, but why do I feel... hurt?"
"Senior Brother Duan, what do you think about this?"
Duan Chongxuan waved his fan, "Stand by and watch... I'm used to it."
Yin Biyue took Luo Mingchuan away first, feeling that the atmosphere behind him was a bit wrong.
When they returned to Yecheng, they diverted to the remote alleys they had walked through.
Yin Biyue saw that no one was around, "Senior brother, it's sweltering hot today, are you... feeling unwell?"
Luo Mingchuan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered his own words that day. For a while, he was dumbfounded, but he was also moved. The younger brother not only firmly believed, but also remembered it to this day.
He felt ashamed in his heart and could no longer lie to his younger brother. He wanted to say, 'I'm fine, no discomfort, the last time was just a coincidence. '
When the words came to the lips, it became, "There are really some, and I have to trouble Junior Brother again."
Yin Biyue thought happily, as expected, she is as witty as me! ～(≧▽≦)/～