The moon shadow looked west, and the courtyards by the autumn lake were silent in the dark night, only the chirping of summer insects and the rustling of wind blowing leaves came.
Luo Mingchuan pushed open the window, the night wind poured in, and the chill on his face made people awake.
The window is facing Qiuhu Lake, the long smoke is empty, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away.
He didn't like the almost out-of-control emotions of the day, so he began to straighten his mind.
In the dungeon, he knew that he was drunk in the past, misunderstood his younger brother's obsession, and went astray, so he felt guilty. The first decision to go down the mountain together was also because I wanted to compensate my junior and senior brothers, and it also meant enlightenment.
But after this journey, when did it change
He didn't know why the younger brother wanted to exchange cards with him when he was floating on the seaside. But there is an inexplicable intuition, the younger brother is protecting him. The full moon was drinking at night, and the younger brother leaned in his arms and said that he wanted to live a good life in the future. At that time, he couldn't see his heart clearly.
until today.
Until the younger brother personally admitted, there are already people who are happy.
The night wind blew away the fog in front of you.
Luo Mingchuan has been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and he is never afraid to face his heart.
He thought that he was also pleased with his younger brother.
But what about brother and sister
The younger brother is still too young, and his mind is pure. Can he really distinguish between his feelings for his brother and his fellow Taoist couple
Luo Mingchuan looked at the undulating lake water.
It doesn't matter, he can wait.
From the school to Cangya Mountain, from the thirteen to twenty-three years old of the younger brother, he will be there every year in the life of the younger brother.
Luo Mingchuan's mind was clear and bright, he quickly settled down, and began to practice the Garan pupil technique.
Yin Biyue was restless while meditating. He simply turned over and got off the futon, sat in front of the desk, lit the lamp and wiped the sword.
Recently, he felt more and more that wiping swords is a good thing for the body and mind, and it can make people calm down quickly.
The candlelight illuminated Sanchi Qingfeng and reflected his face on the sword.
The girl is very good. Regardless of family background or appearance, or cultivation talent, there is nothing wrong with it.
So why is the first reaction a rejection? Shouldn't you be happy
"I have a great way in my heart, how can love in the world restrain me?"
No, this reason should be said by Senior Brother, or someone like Master.
It is clear that he is not someone who is interested in proving the Dao alone.
Because the situation in the world is turbulent and there are many crises, well, this is barely a reason.
Anymore
Yin Biyue recalled his state of mind at the time, and found that his first reaction was actually that he was afraid of Luo Mingchuan's misunderstanding.
He doesn't know why this is happening. Is it because he is afraid that his puppy love will be discovered by his parents
Not quite.
Maybe it's because the villain has been acting for a long time, and the girl has not shown her favor for too long, and suddenly one appears, which is still at the level of a goddess, and is not used to it all of a sudden.
Probably.
The candlelight dimmed, his sword was polished brightly, and his mood calmed down.
In any case, he has more important things to do right now.
The results of the fourth round of the lottery will be out tomorrow.
In this round, the three Yin Biyue did not have the right to draw lots, they just had to wait for others to draw their names.
Duan Chongxuan volunteered to go to Shen Yingbi early in the morning to see the results.
Yin Biyue was a little worried, "Who are you against?"
"The Buddha of Xingshan Temple cultivates wisdom."
"What are the odds of winning?"
"70%. This time it's not 70% that he won, but 70%."
Yin Biyue was puzzled, "Very good... Who did Brother Luo meet?"
"Qinglu Sword Sect Feng Wenjin."
Yin Biyue looked at Luo Mingchuan and felt that it was nothing to worry about.
The erratic eyes finally fell on his face, the expression of sadness and joy was difficult to distinguish,
"Fourth Senior Brother, Zhong Shan has drawn you."
The three were silent for a while.
After a while, Yin Bi said, "After all... there will be a battle."
But he didn't expect it to be so fast. In his heart, he always thought that the battle with Zhong Shan would be delayed until at least the fifth round.
"Fourth Senior Brother, what odds do you have now?"
"Four percent."
The chatter sighed, "It's really accurate, the odds are the same as the casino's odds."
Yin Biyue was startled, "You bet on me to win?"
He said, "Of course!"
"...my fault. I forgot to ask you to hold Zhongshan."
In fact, after seeing Zhong Shan's previous battles, Yin Biyue himself could not wait to detain the opponent.
The chatter had already woken up, he unfolded his folding fan and shook it, "It's alright, it's alright, there's not much betting, it's just a drop in the bucket..."
He was afraid that his senior brother would be uncomfortable, so he dared not say how much he had bet.
Luo Mingchuan didn't speak until now. He said suddenly now, but he has a strange and stable power, "Don't be impatient, there will always be a way, and it is not impossible for Junior Brother to win."
Like a spring breeze blowing across his face, Yin Bi is more downhearted,
"Yes. I always have to give my best to be content."
The people around Qiuhu would not know that in the Wutong Garden of the Qinglu Sword Sect, Cheng Tianyu also asked the same question, "Brother, what are your chances of winning?"
Zhong Shan replied, "Sixty percent."
Cheng Tianyu laughed, "Senior brother is too modest, I think it's 80%!"
Zhong Shan shook his head, "No, it's 60%."
Cheng Tianyu looked unbelievable.
Song Tang patted the top of his hair and said with a smile, "Your senior brother said that if you have achieved a few percent, you will not practice swordsmanship yet."
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The expectations of this battle came back in a hurry.
Not only Yin Biyue, everyone did not expect it to be so fast.
When the news spread, many people immediately set off to Yecheng to watch the battle.
During the ups and downs of the Chuan Lu Chuan, Song Tang had a letter from Zhong Lu arrived. It is a rubbing of all the articles that Yin Biyue has written during his three years in the academy.
"After he joined Cangya, there was very little news about him, and there was no way."
Zhong Shan turned a few pages of tissue paper, "Enough."
Yin Biyue took a piece of paper that Duan Chongxuan gave him to study.
The pieces of paper are large and small, some are neatly handwritten, some are scribbled randomly, and on it are written the chores of Zhong Shan before he worshipped the Qinglu Sword Sect, or painted the direction and angle of his swordsmanship. These pieces of information were scattered and many seemed useless, but Yin Biyue took it seriously.
The chatter was a little embarrassed, "There's only so much."
This was beyond Yin Biyue's expectations, and far exceeded his prediction of where the news came from, "It's already very good."
From noon until late at night, Yin Biyue stood in front of the window and meditated. Closing his eyes, countless pictures flashed by, as if he had experienced the first sixteen years of Zhong Shan's life.
The teenager became famous, immersed in kendo, lonely and persistent.
After worshipping the Qinglu Sword Sect, the picture became blurred.
The Wind and Rain Sword Art is very famous, and it is not a secret that is not passed down. There are at least forty disciples in the Qinglu Sword Sect who are practicing. There are also relevant records in the classics of Lanyuan Academy.
But there is only one real wind and rain sword.
It was the saber of a saint in the 'All Saints Era' millions of years ago. Later, it was damaged in the 'Dao and Demon War' and was collected by the Qinglu Sword Sect. It took ten years and countless painstaking efforts to repair it, restoring 70% of its power.
When Zhong Shan was eighteen years old, he practiced a set of wind and rain sword tactics on Qinglu Mountain. In the end, it was decided by Ya Sheng Zhou Yuandao to pass the sword to him.
Zhong Shan lived up to expectations. At the age of 20, he had already glimpsed the true meaning of the Sword of Wind and Rain. He was called the genius with the most potential to enter the 'Saint Realm' in the next three hundred years in the Southern Land.
The complex fragments and materials were re-integrated and filtered in Yin Biyue's mind, and he felt that he was constantly approaching Zhong Shan.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. In this state of extremely full energy, he felt that he had a 50% chance of winning!
Fortunately, he pushed the door open, stood in the yard and took a deep breath to calm down his excitement.
When he looked up, he saw that the lights in Luo Mingchuan's house were still on, casting shadowy figures on the paper window.
Brother still not asleep? It looks as if something is being written.
If it were any night before, Yin Biyue would not do anything.
But he was so happy tonight that he was so bold and rude that he went up and knocked on Luo Mingchuan's window, restraining his excitement and whispering, "Senior brother, haven't you slept yet?"
The sound of paper rubbing came, and the window was pushed open from inside.
Luo Mingchuan did sit in front of the desk and wrote, "Junior brother, Ye Hanlu is heavy, why are you standing in the courtyard?"
He got up to open the door and welcomed Yin Biyue in. Sure enough, the body temperature of the younger brother was lower at night.
Yin Biyue was brought into the room, subconsciously feeling that it would be inappropriate to go inside, so he came to the table, "Senior brother, I have good news for you!"
Luo Mingchuan has been abiding by the etiquette system for many years, and has never been in the same room late at night with anyone.
There are at least others in the night book building of the school. Drinking at night on the roof, at least not in the house...
He was thinking wildly, and felt that he was too upright compared to his junior and junior brothers. He felt uneasy for a while, and asked casually, "What good news?"
Yin Biyue wanted to say that he now has a 50% chance of winning against Zhong Shan. But the next moment, his eyes fell on the letterhead on the case, and he lost his voice.
Only then did Luo Mingchuan realize what he was writing just now. His heart was not good, but it was too late.
Yin Biyue looked into his eyes and asked, "Senior brother, what is this?"
The case is a battle book.
It was Luo Mingchuan who was going to give it to Zhong Shan, and the time was set the day before Yin Biyue played.
The words are extremely provocative, and people get angry when they see it, and they can't help but want to take it.
Yin Biyue understood Luo Mingchuan's plan almost instantly.
He wants to challenge Zhong Shan before him, and wins the best, even if he can't win, he will consume the opponent as much as possible.
If such a practice spreads out, it will undoubtedly attract a lot of criticism.
Even without mentioning other people's opinions, this matter has already violated Luo Mingchuan's usual code of conduct. It's not what a gentleman does.
Luo Mingchuan knew that it was too late to say anything, he smiled bitterly and stopped talking.
Yin Biyue folded the letter and thought about it carefully.
"Senior brother, I know you're doing it for my own good... But, you don't have to do this for me..."
Yin Biyue knew that Luo Mingchuan had put in a lot of effort to come up with such a solution and write such a radical letter. But he still said, "I want to try it myself."