The autumn sun is clear and bright. The sky is a splendid peacock blue, and the clouds spread lightly, and the sun shines through the gaps behind the clouds.
When Yin Biyue walked out of the academy, with three books in his arms, Mr. Zhang stood at the back door to see him off.
He also stayed at the school last night. When he woke up this morning, the master hadn't woken up, and only Mr. Zhang Yuan was reading in the courtyard. Raising his hand to turn the page, his purple robe and wide sleeves swayed gently in the autumn wind.
When Yin Biyue came out to greet him, he laughed.
"I have a few collections. I just finished learning them. They are quite interesting. You can read them when you have nothing to do."
Yin Bi was slightly surprised. Everyone in the world knows that Mr. has learned from ancient and modern times, and has thousands of volumes of classics in his mind.
Some people even think that there will be no more books in the world that Mr. has not read.
Such a person who can use his seal to travel through space and calculate the star orbits of the universe, what else will he learn to ask about his self-created exercises? End of time? Balance in space warping? Pass through the barrier of the three thousand worlds
The gentleman took out a few yellowed thin books from his sleeves, Yin Biyue took it with both hands, and his fingers trembled slightly.
Looking down-
"Evil Charming Immortal Chang Leng Qiao Concubine"
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What the hell is this! ! ! !
"The Stunning Immortal Meets Me", "The Domineering Immortal Master Let Me Go", "The Cold Master Falls in Love with Me", this is still a series of articles! ! ! !
The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, his smile was as far-reaching as a thousand rivers, "Young man, take a good look."
For a moment, Yin Biyue's brain exploded, and he was about to jump up and hold Mr. Li Tugen's hand, "Heavenly King Gai Dihu! Landlord 250! Tell me you are the same as me!—"
But in the end, he just put the book into his sleeve and saluted the disciple properly.
Because the husband smiles as always, it is like buying a book of interesting words in the market and giving it to the younger generation.
Juggernaut came out of the room, glanced at them, and said to Yin Biyue, "Bushuang returned to Cangya last night, we will leave today."
Yin Biyue intuitively thought that Master wanted to say something, and said to Mr. Zhang Yuan, but he didn't look back until he went out.
The middle-aged scholar watched them walk out of the alley, and their figures gradually drowned in the crowded streets.
Juggernaut bought two horses and took Yin Bi westward out of Chengyang Pass, all the way to Fukonghai.
When the autumn wind rises, the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return to the south.
They stopped and went, like two young boys with white horses waving their whips, traveling in the Mid-Lu Autumn Festival.
Juggernaut knows which city has the best night market, which Hualou girl is the most beautiful, which tavern is not mixed with water, and which lake has the most plump crabs in autumn.
He told it to his disciples. Sometimes he would also tell a couple of interesting anecdotes about him when he was young, and more often he would watch Yin Biyue practice the sword.
When his apprentice was practicing swordsmanship, he didn't speak, because he really didn't know how to teach. Interested, he broke the branch and fought Yin Biyue.
Yin Biyue was always mistreated.
The swordsman laughed loudly, "Your senior brother also came here. If you learn to fight, you must first learn to be beaten!"
Yin Biyue felt sorry for the senior brother. As the first disciple of Xi Huafeng, the full-level great god had no experience in training, and his actions were not serious, and he must have been beaten a lot.
He originally thought that the master had no goals, and it counted wherever he went. until they stood by the sea.
The sea breeze is salty, and the pier is as noisy as before, very similar to Da Nang in the west. Boarding and disembarking, unloading and loading, the sound of the anchor horn and the cries of farewell were mixed together.
Yin Biyue was in a trance for a while, as if the scene when he walked with Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan was still yesterday.
It's just that they are now on different continents.
Yin Biyue and Sword Saint boarded the ship, along with the caravan heading eastward.
Donglu Demon Cultivation is rampant, almost closed, but there are also cultivators' forces. The profit of a caravan going back and forth is huge, and people are willing to go for money and birds.
Juggernaut is now the third-generation disciple of Cangya Mountain. He and Yin Biyue are both in the barrier-breaking realm. They don't need to pay for ships. They only help to escort the caravan for a section on the sea road to protect them from sea beasts and pirates.
This is the first time Yin Biyue has crossed the sea of this world.
The white seabirds flying along the line of the water and the sky; the hurricane that the big ships hold up the formation to pass through the turbulent waves and the sky; the mild or brutal, all kinds of strange sea beasts; the golden light of sunrise and sunset; the salty sea breeze at night and the boundless silver Hui.
The ship sails at sea, alternating day and night. The Juggernaut was playing Pai Gow with the sailors on the deck and telling jokes, and when they lost, they would shout swear words together. He also taught his apprentice how to fight.
Yin Biyue was not obsessed with the practice of competing against every second at sea, but his mind was open and his realm improved rapidly.
He didn't know what Master was going to do in Donglu, and he didn't ask much.
Seven days later, he broke through the Theravada Realm, and finally learned that the legend that Senior Brother Yan Xing walked on the wasteland and broke through the realm on his own is not exaggerated by the world.
They disembarked in Donglu and parted from the business. The captain of the fleet patted the Juggernaut on the shoulder to solicit, "Little brothers, after you leave the apprenticeship, come run the fleet with Lao Tzu, it's delicious and delicious, if you have Lao Tzu, you will have your own. , Earn 100,000 Spirit Stones in one trip, and you won’t have to worry about buying a house and marrying a wife, hahahahaha.”
Yin Biyue was at a loss.
The swordsman replied with kindness, "Thank you, big brother. The business is booming, and the money is prosperous."
The port was deserted, and a few ships were parked alone in the autumn wind. The arrival of the caravan made the place come alive. Yin Biyue followed Master along the direction of the crowd, and he heard obscure accents along the way, which made him feel unfamiliar in a foreign land.
But he somehow felt that Master knew the road very well, because he seemed to walk casually, but his eyes were always firm.
Sunset wilderness, the sky is like a fire.
They walked in the wilderness with stagnant grass and trees, loneliness and long winds, and looking far into the distance, they could vaguely see the snow-capped peaks shrouded in clouds and mists in the sky.
It's not because it's close that they can see it, they are at least a thousand miles away from the vast snowfield.
But because the snow peak is very high, it can be seen from any place with a wide field of vision in the East Continent.
The magic palace that once flourished millions of years ago is there. Now it is occupied by the Golden Palace, the most powerful of the twelve houses of magic.
Yin Biyue had read many times in the book, Boundless Snowfield, and Xuefeng Tongtian.
It is difficult for birds to cross, and it is difficult for them to ascend to the sky.
The Sword Saint followed his gaze, squinting slightly,
"Have you seen a magician?"
"I have seen it twice, in Yecheng and Tixiang Mountains in the southern land."
"Have you fought?"
Yin Biyue nodded, but she was a little embarrassed when she remembered her poor performance at that time.
The swordsman asked again, "What do you think is the difference between Mo Xiu and us?"
Yin Biyue felt that the master was testing himself, so he answered cautiously,
"My generation of practitioners use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as their true essence. During the process of breathing, they absorb life and breathe out death energy, which means life is endless. It is said that there are no taboos in the practice of magic, no matter whether you are angry or dead. Absorbed together, even the flesh and blood of living creatures and the suffocating suffocation of corpses can be collected as devilish breath…”
He had never seen a demon cultivating practice, and these words were also obtained from the records of the classics.
The swordsman said solemnly, "That's right. But there are also two types of demons. For the disciples of the 12th house, the elders of the division will smash the meridians inch by inch to stimulate the devil's breath. After the meridians are reborn, the strongest energy Tenfold, and even more enduring, the bones and skin will be recreated again. Humans’ body structure has been changed, and they no longer consider themselves human. Usually they call themselves demons.”
Yin Bi Yue frowned, and as normal practitioners improve, their physical condition and five senses will also change, but they will not deviate from human self-awareness.
Juggernaut seemed to know what he was thinking,
"If you have seen those who were thrown at the bottom of the cliff, their meridians were broken, and survival was a problem, but they could still kill each other until the survivors could worship in the magic palace, you would understand their thoughts."
Yin Bi was more silent.
Most people in the world think that the demon cultivator is cruel and bloodthirsty because of the practice of evil exercises, but the swordsman sees a deeper reason.
The resources of the East Land are exhausted, the forces are divided, and the weak eat the strong, and no single dominant sect can make rules. As long as you cultivate and crave the strength of self-preservation, you will live in an endless scramble, testing human nature all the time. Over time, many people have adapted to this kind of life, and Donglu has become more and more closed.
"Master knows Donglu very well?"
Yin Biyue asked casually. He wanted to come to Juggernaut to travel for many years, but there was no place he didn't know well. It's not surprising to know how the Zodiac accepts disciples. Who knew Wei Jingfeng replied, "Familiar. I was born in Donglu, in the same village as Li Tugen."
Yin Biyue was speechless and choked.
Juggernaut didn't want to mention this topic again, and talked about the types of magic cultivators, "There is another kind, there is no teacher, and they are groping for their own cultivation. They have no dependence, nor are they bound. They are good at killing people and stealing treasures, and they make a living by looting. I don't care about the price, and I'm not afraid of death."
Yin Bi said, "It's scary."
Not afraid of murder or death. Not bound by any rules, let alone moral conscience. He couldn't help thinking that if he encountered such an opponent, even if the realm was similar, it would be difficult to win.
Juggernaut nodded, "Yes, it's really scary... Well, look, this is not the only one here."
Yin Biyue stopped and looked sideways. I saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him in the half-human tall grass.
Emotionless, good at concealment, very patient, it is the eyes of beasts staring at their prey.
A piercing chill came over him. If it wasn't for the Juggernaut's reminder, he would never have noticed anyone there.
If he is alone, it is very likely that he will be seriously injured in a sneak attack today, or even die here.
Yin Biyue put his hand on the hilt of the sword. The figure in the grass still didn't move. For a time, there was only the whistling of the wind across the wilderness.
But he knew that the other party was most likely conducting a test, or accumulating a crit.
The swordsman suddenly spoke, and the voice sounded in his ear, "This will be different from the folding flowers you have played. Now it is a real life and death battle. After you die, the robes with runes will be bought by the other party on the black market. ."
"You don't need etiquette to fight, and you don't need beauty to kill. You just need to take a sword and decapitate your opponent, or pierce your heart."
"Can it be done?"
With the Juggernaut present, their conversations would naturally not be heard.
Yin Biyue told the truth, "I have never learned this."
He didn't know if he could do what the master said.
The Sword Saint sighed, "The old man has not taught me, because this is the swordsmanship for killing people. But you need to learn it."
This world also needs you to learn.
Yin Biyue found that the grass trembled invisibly, not the wind. It was the other party's temptation that ended, and his patience was exhausted.
The Sword Saint took two steps back and stood behind his apprentice. I don't know when, the realm revealed by the whole body turned into a concentration period.
It's like telling each other clearly, "I'm weak, he's strong, he covers me."
Yin Biyue could only bite the bullet and draw his sword to the top.