Under Yin Biyue's intentional restraint, this drink was sober. Avoid the embarrassment of drunk nonsense.
In the early morning of the second day, the two of them set off. In the dim light of the morning, Yin Biyue glanced at Ye Cheng's city gate for the last time.
Black brick city walls, bronze gates, majestic and majestic.
He thought, maybe a few years later, by chance, there will be a time to revisit the old place.
From Yecheng to Xingshan Temple, it is much closer to cross the Tixiang Mountains than to take the Nanlu Official Road.
Due to the sensation of the Demon Cultivation incident two days ago, the village at the foot of Tixiang Mountain twenty miles outside Yecheng was exceptionally quiet. Every household was locked, and the road was empty, with only the curling smoke.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan entered the mountain. Since the beginning of autumn in the southern land this year, there have been continuous wind and rain. The soil in the mountains is soft and damp, and the branches and leaves in the forest cover the sky and the sun.
There is no bright daylight in summer, only the dense fog that pervades. If you are not a practitioner, you can hardly see three feet away.
The two walked on the rugged mountain road with a slow pace, but the mountain scenery on both sides retreated rapidly. At this time, their cultivation was much higher than when they crossed the Panlong Ridge.
When it was twilight, the endless Tixiang Mountains had already reached halfway.
As the sky darkened, Luo Mingchuan stopped, "rest in the mountains for a night, and leave tomorrow morning."
Yin Biyue naturally had no objection.
According to the routine of daily work and rest, it is more customary to meditate at night, or to meditate.
Tixiang Mountain is not steep, but rather beautiful and secluded, and the naturally formed caves are also very easy to find.
The shadow of the moon appeared at the beginning, but it was isolated by the interlaced branches, and only a faint silver light streamed down, illuminating a small piece of rock beside the cave.
Cloud boots stepped on the wet and soft soil, but suddenly stopped.
Yin Biyue looked back, Luo Mingchuan looked calm, just grabbed his wrist and shook his head.
So he released his consciousness and floated into the cave, but in the darkness, there was nothing.
Now Yin Biyue suddenly became vigilant.
A cave in a mountain may have cobwebs, vines, insects, and even beasts, but there should be nothing.
unless someone is inside.
If they are also passing practitioners, there is a master here, and they should find another place.
But Luo Mingchuan felt the magic breath.
Because of the difference in the spirit and soul, Yin Biyue's divine consciousness is far more powerful than his own realm, so he sank and felt it at this time.
It is indeed a magic breath. But it was different from the gloomy and cold one I had seen by the Autumn Lake, this wisp of demonic breath was more violent and restless, with a strong bloody aura.
The Taoist monks and the demon cultivators have accumulated grudges for millions of years, and they have already reached the point of endless death. Even if those who came here today were not the first disciples of Cangya and the disciples of the Sword Saint, they were just ordinary practitioners. If they had the power to fight, they would not stand by.
Yin Biyue's right hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.
Luo Mingchuan stopped him.
Then he said, "There is only one demon cultivator inside, and the realm is not as good as mine. Junior brother, please stay outside the cave and don't come in."
Yin Biyue stopped drawing his sword and decided to follow his brother's method.
If you act rashly on your own, maybe it will drag your senior brother down.
Seeing him nodding, Luo Mingchuan took a step into the cave, and his figure disappeared.
Yin Bi was getting very close to him, but he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of his true essence.
At this time, his consciousness drifted into the cave, and he could feel the magic breath overflowing from the depths of the cave, but he could not feel the existence of Luo Mingchuan.
Luo Mingchuan put a layer of 'barrier' all over his body.
His Garan pupil technique has reached the third level. Not only can you see through other people's methods, but you can also prevent yourself from being seen through.
At this time, the realm he showed was only in the period of concentration, his steps were messy, and his breath was unsteady, just like an ordinary cultivator who had rushed for a day and came to a cave to rest for the night. Tired and unprepared.
In the dark cave, the moonlight does not shine in.
From the depths of the cave came the sound of water droplets hitting the rocks, and the sound was exceptionally clear and echoed endlessly.
Some of the methods of magic cultivation require evil spirits, some require fresh flesh and blood, and some require carrion and dead bones.
Darkness is the most natural shelter, and the boundless magic breath is rushing in like a sea tide.
Luo Mingchuan stood in the cave, seemingly unaware. Only with a puzzled look on his face, he supported the rough and damp rock wall.
If he was really in a state of concentration, he would no longer be able to lift the slightest bit of true essence.
Perhaps because of the low realm of the comer, the magic cultivator was not overly cautious.
Under the cover of the devil's breath, an arm in the black robe suddenly stretched out, five fingers like iron hooks, and grabbed straight to his neck!
Hearing the gust of wind, Luo Mingchuan turned sideways to avoid this blow at the last moment!
At this time, the two were very close, and Luo Mingchuan's sinking boat was unsheathed!
"Zheng-"
At the moment when the other party sensed the crisis, he did not hesitate to withdraw and retreat!
It's just that Luo Mingchuan's sword was too unexpected, and he had been gaining momentum for a long time.
Under the silver sword edge, the man suddenly raised his hand, but instead of going to Luo Mingchuan, he patted his chest!
He was hit by this palm and flew out like a kite with a broken string in a gust of wind, and slammed into the wall of the cave!
"boom-"
The huge impact made the entire cave shake.
The suicidal palm severely injured him, and he broke two ribs in his chest. But it also gave him unparalleled speed and retreated from Luo Mingchuan's sword!
Compared to the two, this is already the least damage.
Luo Mingchuan looked slightly surprised. He didn't expect the other party to have such a strong determination to break his wrist, and he didn't hesitate to attack him.
This kind of terrifying combat intuition can only be formed after having experienced countless battles of life and death.
But he didn't stop at all, and he was about to strike again!
At this moment, a sword light hit the entrance of the cave, splitting the night sky like lightning, illuminating the entire cave in an instant.
It also illuminated the stern eyebrows of the white-haired boy holding the sword.
Yin Biyue felt the surging magic breath just now, and her heart hung high. Hearing the roar in the cave again, and seeing half the mountain wall shaking, he was shocked, and without thinking, he drew his sword and rushed into the cave.
When Luo Mingchuan saw Yin Biyue coming in, Jian Feng subconsciously took a breath. But the interval of this breath is enough to make the opponent with a keen combat intuition disappear in place.
The surrounding area has been infested with demonic breath, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been blocked. Yin Biyue was limited by the realm, and the movement of the real essence was sluggish, and the sword power could not be used.
Just now, the sword fell in the air, and before he could regain his momentum, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, like a sharp blade piercing the bone!
It was too late to turn around, Yin Biyue stabbed back with a backhand sword, but saw the white shadow in front of him disappear in a flash, and he was pushed out by a gentle force.
He managed to stop until he reached the entrance of the cave.
I was shocked to realize that there was no sharp blade at all, but a solid killing intent.
Taking a closer look, Luo Mingchuan was standing where he was just now.
Shen Zhou nailed the man to the ground through the man's heart.
A thick bloody smell filled the entire cave.
Everything is between the electric light and flint, from Yin Biyue's entry to the fall of the magic cultivator, but after a while, the dust settles.
Yin Biyue stepped forward and saw the black bloodstains overflowing from under the black robe, and the blue and white face still remained on the grim and twisted expression.
Luo Mingchuan pulled out the sword, blood splashed, his hands were steady, and his face was pale.
The corpse collapsed and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a white bone in the blink of an eye.
"Brother..."
Luo Mingchuan turned his head and saw Yin Biyue staring at him in a daze, his eyes blank and lonely.
He was shocked, could it be that he scared his junior brother
Yin Biyue lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Luo Mingchuan's right arm holding the sword, where there was a slight wound. The blood has stopped, but there is still a black magic breath, lingering in strands.
He said, "Senior brother, you are injured."
Luo Mingchuan was relieved and smiled, "The flesh hurts, it's fine."
His real essence has been running for a week, the magic breath has dissipated, and the wound has completely healed. Only a small piece of blood was leached from the white robe. If you don't pay attention in the dark night, you won't find it at all.
Yin Biyue pursed her lips and did not speak.
If it wasn't for him rushing in without rules in the end, Luo Mingchuan wouldn't have been hurt by distracting him to take care of him.
"Okay, let's go."
Yin Biyue let Luo Mingchuan pull his wrist and walked out of the cave.
Following the sound of water, I walked to a small stream.
Under the silver moonlight, the gurgling stream flowed over the rocks, and the silvery water droplets splashed on the moss beside the stream.
Luo Mingchuan began to wash his sword and said with a smile,
"Junior brother, you are doing very well. When I was your age, I couldn't do it so well."
Yin Biyue still did not speak.
He knew that his brother was comforting him.
But he still felt so useless.
Just like in every X-point article, following the protagonist and rubbing the experience of silly X teammates, the protagonist will be injured in the end.
Once again, he desperately wanted to become stronger, just like the night he came back from the academy, under the clear moonlight, he wanted to take control of his life.
Strong enough that at least when Luo Mingchuan is fighting against others, he can stay by his side, instead of worrying where he can't see the battle. Going a step further, can fight side by side instead of being his weakness.
It was the first time that Luo Mingchuan saw such a dull junior brother.
In the past, although the younger brother didn't talk much, but after getting along for a long time, he could already perceive his emotions.
The younger brother was worried about him, which made Luo Mingchuan feel warm in his heart. But he also blamed himself—if he was stronger enough to be able to get out of his body without getting hurt, the younger brother would not be sad.
Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue who was in deep thought, and for a moment didn't know how to express his relief.
In a strange way, he raised the hand that was washing the sword with water and directly pinched the young man's face.
The tentacles are delicate and tender, and even the finest silk cannot compare to one ten thousandth of it.
With the moistness of the cold stream water, it is like suet white jade immersed in ice water.
Yin Biyue suddenly felt a chill on her face, she raised her eyes and looked at Luo Mingchuan in shock.
His wide-eyed surprised expression made Luo Mingchuan laugh outright. After squeezing twice, he released his hand, "Junior brother, if you are not happy again, I will continue to pinch your face!"
Yin Biyue immediately covered her face. Feeling too embarrassed and embarrassed, I hurriedly put my hand down.
While staring at him, he thought he was very serious and said, "Senior brother! I'll be crowned in two years! I'm no longer a child!"
The implication is that you can't pinch his face like a kid.
Luo Mingchuan coughed lightly and said sternly, "Yes, Senior Brother knows."
He put his hands behind his back and rubbed the pulp of his fingers lightly, as if there was still a soft touch.
But after the trouble just now, Yin Biyue was no longer bored, and regained his energy.
He was really shocked just now, because in his memory, Luo Mingchuan had never joked with anyone, and he had lost his usual manner of being polite and upright, as if... it was more real and vivid.
But no matter what kind of senior brother, it is his senior brother.
And he will become stronger and stronger, just like a senior brother.
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An ancient temple hidden in the deep mountains.
Xingshan Temple, as one of the 'Buddhist Temples', is above the Jiekong Temple in terms of inheritance and orthodox Buddhism. It is a sacred place that the Buddhists all over the world yearn for.
The closest place in the world to Buddha.
However, this is not a grand hall, nor a magnificent Foguang Pavilion, but a remote meditation room.
The ancient beams are eroded, and the lights are dimmed.
Sitting in front of the case, the old monk holding the rosary, described as withered and merciful.
He put the paper on the jumping candle, and it turned into fly ash in an instant. It was blown away by the night wind pouring in through the window, and the trace was hard to find.
Just like he has been practicing Buddhism for many years, the world's affairs are fleeting.
The gray-robed monk standing beside him hesitated, "Uncle Shi..."
The old monk proclaimed a Buddha name and said slowly, "There is a Buddhist principle in the heart, killing and saving people is all compassion. Mr. Zhangyuan and Master Wuwang also made the same choice as me."
The young monk lowered his eyes, "The disciple has been taught."