"Master, when do we leave?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow, the old man will go back to sleep first."
With the cultivation of a saint, sleep is no longer necessary. But Wei Jingfeng likes to sleep.
"Let's go." He turned around and called Junyu, and walked towards his apprentice's courtyard.
Rising early next month. The night wind in the late autumn also added a desolate chill, and there were bursts of waves in the forest.
From Yin Biyue's point of view, under the half-dark sky, the backs of the two were almost side by side.
But he knew that the big brother was always one step behind the master. This is an insurmountable respect.
He suddenly felt that being the master's first apprentice had a different meaning. If there is anyone in this world who can truly understand the saint, it must be the big brother.
On the second day, Luo Mingchuan gave a lecture in the Dharma Hall. It is all about the basic knowledge of practice, such as washing scriptures and cutting marrow, the path of true essence running in the spiritual veins, how to choose exercises in martial arts, and how to absorb spiritual energy in spiritual practice.
These are all told to young disciples who have just joined Cangya, but many people come to listen. There are all kinds of realms.
Lunfatang is a primary school on Cangya Mountain. Luo Mingchuan, as the first disciple of the sect, often came here to teach some basic knowledge before.
It is close to the Deacon Hall, and there is an endless stream of exchanges. It is one of the most lively places in Cangya Mountain.
Yin Biyue was standing at the door of Lunfa Hall, and every now and then, some disciples stopped to nod to greet him, and even those of lower seniority would also salute. He went down the mountain this time and got along with people a lot, so he could deal with such a scene without being embarrassed.
Not long after coming, Luo Mingchuan left get out of class and walked out surrounded by a group of disciples.
He didn't expect Yin Biyue to be waiting outside, so he stepped forward with a slight start, and the corners of his mouth twitched unknowingly.
"Senior brother..."
The people around dispersed quickly, and Luo Mingchuan was instantly empty.
Passing disciples also quietly bypassed, leaving room for them.
"Have you waited for a long time?"
Yin Biyue shook her head, "No."
None of them mentioned yesterday's dispute again.
"Master is going to take me out today to run errands... I don't know when I'll be back."
Luo Mingchuan smiled slightly, but then sincerely congratulated Yin Biyue, "Juggernaut's teaching is rare, and when the younger brother comes back, he will definitely be successful and go further."
Yin Biyue nodded.
For some reason, he explained again, "I think it should be soon."
Luo Mingchuan laughed,
"Let's go, I'll take my junior brother back."
There was nothing to say along the way, only the squeak of cloud boots stepping on the thick leaves.
The two stopped under the inaccessible Xihua Peak. Clear sky, yellow leaves, and crisp autumn.
Yin Biyue felt that she had already figured it out, "Senior brother, about the practice, can I decide when I get back?"
Luo Mingchuan didn't answer.
He didn't know how to explain it to his innocent-looking junior brother.
"Maybe I'm really immature, but this time I went out with Master to travel, and I will definitely improve a lot. When I come back, let's find a way together... Or, as Senior Brother said, wait for me to be crowned?"
Yin Biyue believed that this was the best time for him to express his ability. Thinking of this, there was a little pleading in his eyes unconsciously.
In Luo Mingchuan's eyes, Junior Brother Guanlai's cold expression came alive, his eyes were like waves in autumn water, just like the fluffy kitten in the school, which looked pitiful.
He was stunned for a moment. He couldn't care about anything at this moment. He opened his mouth and agreed, "Okay, I will listen to you."
Yin Bi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled even deeper.
The Sword Saint came down from Xihua Peak, and when he saw this scene, he snorted softly. He waved to the person behind him, "Don't give it away, go back."
Jun Yu stopped where he was, but did not go back.
Luo Mingchuan saluted the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng has always been impatient with these false gestures, but this time it was quite useful. Even a little funny thinking, no matter whether you are a real immortal or a demon, you have to salute the old man, this saint is also worth it.
Yin Biyue thought that she hadn't talked to the senior brother much when she came back this time. He walked in front of Jun Yu, opened his mouth, and finally said nonsense in annoyance, "Congratulations to the master of swordsmanship."
Jun Yu thought for a while, "Junior brother has also improved a lot."
His expression was still solemn, and his words seemed stiff.
But Yin Biyue knew that the eldest brother had worked very hard.
He bowed and saluted to say goodbye. Jun Yu helped him up. Neither of them are good talkers, but they have a sense of intimacy between them, and they will never be strangers.
"Let's go, fourth."
He finally looked back and saw Luo Mingchuan's figure standing in the autumn morning light. The eyebrows are smiling, light and gentle, like warm jade.
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Yin Biyue thought that the master was riding the wind and crossing the continent in one day, no matter what he did, it would definitely be fast.
But in fact, they are shopping now.
In Lueyang City, twenty miles away at the foot of Cangya Mountain, they passed through the crowded crowd of people in the city.
It rained only yesterday, the water on the blue bricks was not dry, and the golden sycamore leaves were floating.
The wine was swaying gently on the high-rise building, and the strong fragrance of the spirits overflowed, mixed with the scalding heat of the mutton soup by the roadside, which was enough to warm the cold of late autumn.
Many pedestrians put their hands in thin jackets, and even the most beautiful young girls changed their summer skirts to thick cotton cloth.
Juggernaut added a cloak to keep out the cold, and said,
"The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra."
Qiu Fengli is a short sword, with fine workmanship, decorated with beads, and worn around his waist, like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself is like a young boy who is walking around the stage.
Yin Biyue seemed to suddenly understand why there were only a handful of people in the world who had seen the saint.
Because one must never have imagined that a saint would be like this.
After reading the poem, the swordsman said to himself, "I remember that there is a braised beef brisket in Lueyang City that is good... Hey, that girl Lu Hua in the Chunxiu Lou, sings a little song even better..." He turned to ask his apprentice, "The fourth Ah, have you visited Hualou?"
Yin Biyue was so shocked that she didn't catch her breath, and nearly choked to death on her own saliva.
"Cough, cough, no no..."
This must not be what he meant!
Just like in Yecheng, he mistakenly invited himself to visit the flower building.
Master's cultivation realm is so unfathomable, and his conduct is so high, how could he say such a thing...
"Let's go, Master will show you around the flower building!"
The Sword Saint waved his hand and pulled the startled little apprentice into the back alley of the street.
Heaven is above! I really didn't think too much this time.
Passing through the alleys with deep wine and flowers, along the way, the shadows of the clothes and the temples come and go. Yin Biyue was a little stunned, and didn't come back to her senses until she stepped on the threshold.
In the Spring Sleeve Building, there are no lanterns in the daytime, and the light is dim. The brazier in the lobby was burning hot and crackling. There were two or three tables of guests drinking, chatting and laughing loudly in Lueyang dialect.
The milf's proprietress leaned against the counter, dipped her nails in impatiens liquid, and glanced casually at the guests who entered the door.
If it wasn't for the practitioner's keen sense of smell, who could smell the faint fragrance of fat powder and flowers in the air, Yin Biyue simply felt that Master had gone to the wrong place.
This is very different from the Hualou he imagined. QAQ
It's said that the uncle is coming to play. QAQ
Are they going to sit here drinking and sitting until the evening, waiting for some special night activities, such as the ditty of Luhua girl
Without waiting for Yin Bi to think more, the Sword Saint took him to the counter and put a piece of silver, "Madam, is there any more 'Fushenghuan'?"
Yin Biyue was surprised to find that his master had a slightly Yang accent!
The proprietress weighed the silver and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
With a 'banging' sound, it fell heavily on the table, and the dust flew.
The two found a corner by the window and sat down.
The Sword Saint neatly opened the wine jar, and the fragrant fragrance overflowed.
Yin Biyue filled the wine bowls for the two of them, while following the master's gaze and looking out.
From time to time outside the window, there are girls from various flower houses walking past with skirts, sleeves and waists, golden hairpins swaying, and the alley is full of spring.
Not far from them, the guests at the tables patted the table and laughed loudly.
The Sword Saint took a sip of wine and sighed contentedly.
He asked casually, "What sword have you practiced recently?"
Yin Biyue answered cautiously at first, "I first practiced the Cangya swordsmanship general art. After cutting the marrow, I practiced the forty-nine forms of the Hanshui sword, and I also learned one or two points of the Qingtian Bairi sword..."
It was later discovered that the Master was indeed asking casually.
The swordsman sighed, "Well... the blue sky and the sun, this old man's sword, a good sword..."
No more.
"What's your favorite tea?"
"Junshan Yunwu Tea."
"The old man also likes that, but unfortunately there are not many good teas in recent years..."
Yin Biyue suddenly felt quiet.
From entering Xingshan Temple to waking up guarding senior brother, his spirit has always been highly tense. Nervous, so nervous.
But at this moment, there are no conspiracies or puzzles, no sense of oppression like a sword hanging from the top, and no pressure of cultivation that cannot stop for a moment.
It's like sitting under the locust tree in the academy and drinking tea with the palm courtyard.
Now I'm in the Hualou restaurant with my master. It's noisy and lively, and we have a chat. The heart is as quiet as it was then.
Drink good wine and watch girls.
Such a waste of life, I don't know why, doing it with Master doesn't seem like there is a sense of joy.
The wine jar was half empty, Wei Jingfeng stopped pouring wine, Yin Biyue also put down the wine bowl with him.
At this time, an authentic Lueyang dialect sounded in the lobby,
"Ma'am, is there any more 'Floating Life'?"
"The last jar, that table is sold."
Yin Biyue heard the sound and looked up, facing the swordsman who turned back in front of the counter.
Both sides were stunned.
Where can't we meet in life, Third Senior Brother! Why every time I meet you, I'm either drinking or on the way to buy wine!
Yan Xing first saw the person at the same table with Yin Biyue, and almost suspected that he was dazzled by being drunk, "Master... Master..."
Juggernaut took out an empty wine bowl out of nowhere and waved at him, "Come here."
Yan Xing ran over, with a calm face, "Master left it for me? Master is so kind to me..."
"I heard that the master is back, and he is still on his way to Cangya..."
This picture is like a father with wine, which once again refreshed Yin Biyue's stalwart image of interrupting the water jet swallow.
No, Third Senior Brother, you didn't rush, you still came to Hualou to buy wine. We saw it with our own eyes.
Yin Biyue thought about it, there are six of them in Xi Huafeng, and half of them are drinking flower wine now. What is this called.
But Yan Xing was very happy with the drink, so he went to order a plate of marinated beef and vinegar soaked peanuts to drink, while chatting and laughing with the charming proprietress, "Miss Luhua, why don't you sing a piece today?"
Yin Biyue regained her spirits and looked around to see where the girl was.
I saw the proprietress replied lazily, "I'm suffering from autumn dryness today, my throat is sore, and I can't sing."
Yin Biyue was speechless again.
The Juggernaut clicked his tongue, as if sighing that he was too naive.
Who am I to talk to about this. QAQ