It was dark. The jumping dim candlelight fell on the beautiful face of the woman, illuminating the frown between her eyebrows and the worry in her eyes.
He Yanyun was very flustered. She couldn't meditate, or practice.
Ruan Xiaolian, who was meditating on the bed, opened her eyes, got up and closed the window. Sitting next to her, he asked softly, "What's wrong? You've been restless all night..."
He Yanyun returned to her senses and pulled out a smile, "It's okay, maybe I'm too tired during the day."
Ruan Xiaolian knew that she must have something on her mind. But she didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask any more.
He just smiled, "The moon is very round today, let's go out for a walk."
The two girls walked into the courtyard and leaped lightly to the roof.
The whole town was empty, Cangya disciples repaired several dilapidated houses and stayed for one night to recuperate. Leave here tomorrow morning, go to the next village and town, and see if there are any remaining magic cultivators still in the west.
During a fierce battle during the day, no one expected that there would be more than forty magic cultivators in this humble town.
Fortunately, Brother Luo saw the opportunity quickly, and no one in the team was seriously injured.
Under the cold moonlight, there are the dark ruins of the tower not far away. It was as if the battle was still in sight.
He Yanyun remembered what happened during the day.
Her cultivation talent is considered outstanding among Cangya's disciples, otherwise she would not have been admitted by Zhengyangzi. Although far from being a genius, he has a unique talent.
Her power of observation and five senses are beyond the realm of sharpness, especially her hearing.
Only she heard the words of the magic cultivator before he died.
Brother Luo had been injured because of saving people before, and his recovery was incredible, and only she noticed.
Her intuition told her that these were important events, so she didn't talk to Ruan Xiaolian.
The incident at Xingshan Temple shocked the world of practice, but because of the participation of the Sword Saint, the market did not dare to say much about the gossip.
What shocked He Yanyun was that Senior Brother Luo came back this time, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds after his injury was healed. It is clear that the senior brother is in the Hinayana realm, but sometimes she can feel the pressure of the Mahayana, even more powerful than the master's. Once or twice, it can be said to be an illusion. But yesterday, the feeling couldn't be clearer.
Ruan Xiaolian said, "Duiyan wrote to me last time, saying that I tried a new method of glutinous rice chicken, but when I started the fire, I didn't pinch the right way, and it blew up the kitchen."
He Yanyun laughed out loud, "Why didn't you tell me earlier about this kind of thing?"
"She was afraid of you laughing, so she just wrote me a letter."
He Yanyun immediately took out a piece of jade slip and began to write.
Ruan Xiaolian knew that the two of them could fight against each other even if they were separated by 108,000 miles, but fortunately, He Yanyun was happy.
"She blows up the kitchen, and then what?"
"Then she was severely trained by her mother."
"That's it? I don't believe it, there must be!"
"I really can't say anything after that..."
He Yanyun jumped up and poked her stomach, "Just say it."
Ruan Xiaolian stretched out her hand to block her, but she couldn't dodge back in time, "Don't, don't, then her junior brother Chen Yi passed by and dragged her out of the rubble in the kitchen..."
"Hahahaha the first beauty was rescued from the stove by her first love, I can laugh for a year!"
"This is what you forced to confess!"
"What are you afraid of, she already knew what to tell you, and you will definitely tell me!"
Ruan Xiaolian thought for a while, "That's right."
Later, Qu Duiyan also asked her why He Yanyun hadn't replied yet.
After He Yanyun wrote the jade slip, she was in a good mood and in high spirits.
Looking up, I saw a figure standing on the opposite roof.
"Senior Brother Luo..."
Her voice was low and faint, barely audible in the autumn wind, but Luo Mingchuan heard it.
Then he turned his head and smiled, "I've been tired recently, and I have to hurry tomorrow. Junior sister should rest early."
"Senior brother, how have you been recently...?"
This sentence is a bit inexplicable, and even He Yanyun herself doesn't know what she is asking, and she is a little annoyed for a while.
But Luo Mingchuan answered seriously, "I'm fine."
His eyes were calm and his voice was gentle, but with a certain strength.
At this moment, He Yanyun suddenly felt that the worries of the past few days were meaningless.
The brother is still her brother.
She respects and worships, and for many years has been regarded as a senior brother.
that's enough. She believes in her brother.
So what else matters
Of course it is important, but there are big people to worry about in the world.
She is more willing to worry about senior brother's life-long affairs, so her smile is a little more teasing, "When is senior brother Yin coming back?"
Luo Mingchuan was slightly startled. He has always been magnanimous, and never thought that one day when someone mentioned Junior Brother Yin, there would be a strange embarrassment in his heart.
He looked at Yuanyue, "I don't know either, but it's not too late..."
The younger brother said that he would be back soon.
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Juggernaut and Yin Biyue were walking on the wasteland.
When the view is unobstructed, the moon appears extraordinarily large.
The icy silver light shines on the sword, and the sword leaning against the lake is as clean as water, with no blood on it.
Yin Biyue held the sword along the way and never returned it to its sheath.
He didn't kill any more, but he fought a lot. Every time he was attacked, his opponent would flee with all his strength if he missed a hit. Every day goes through life and death.
At night, the swordsman slept on the tree with the branches and leaves withered and yellow, and Yin Biyue meditated under the tree.
The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the night wind is howling.
He sometimes thinks that his master is from Donglu. He went to Cangya from Donglu when he was young, and he may have walked through this wasteland. So much attention was paid to sleep quality later.
The two teachers and apprentices will also chat. The Sword Saint speaks very directly, and what Yin Bi wants to ask becomes more direct, even if some of the answers are incomprehensible.
"What kind of sword is Yihu?"
"A magic weapon."
"Why give it to me?"
"I didn't give it to you, it chose you."
"Master, why did you leave Donglu?"
"When I was a child, the village disappeared... Li Tugen said he wanted to go outside and see."
"How did you get out?"
"Li Tugen knows how to count, and if he can count the enemy, he can avoid it."
"Can't it count?"
"If it doesn't count, we'll kill him together."
"It is said that Master and Mr., the barrier-breaking realm joined forces to kill the Mahayana powerhouse. Is it true?"
Juggernaut responded casually, "Well... yes."
Although it is a rumor, the truth is often more frightening than the rumor.
"Tian Luo Jiuzhuan practice to the end, can you really not die?"
This is what Mr. Zhang Yuan told him, and Yin Biyue felt that it was too much against the sky. Then I thought about it, I have experienced a long villain career crossing, is it considered immortal
The Sword Saint replied, "Whether it is or not, this kind of anti-sky is too boring."
Not meaningless, but meaningless.
"Master's cultivation, isn't it the pursuit of longevity?"
There are thousands of practitioners in the world, and the goal is nothing but a powerful force, a transcendent status, and a long life.
"I first practiced because I liked the practice. Sword practice itself is very interesting. Later, it was for living comfortably. As for longevity? This old man never thought about it... It's boring to think about so many things. , the dingo ate a meat coffin..."
He was clearly talking about life and death, but the Juggernaut's voice was low, and he fell asleep.
Yin Biyue leaned against the tree. The moonlight shook off the mottled tree shadows and fell on his face.
Without death, what is the meaning of life? He hadn't thought about it. Master is detached and unrestrained, and the realm is so high that he may never be able to reach it.
But he remembered what his master said, he was the first Yin Biyue, and he didn't have to be the second Wei Jingfeng.
He has his own way to go.
There is also a day when the vast wasteland will go out. Yin Biyue and Master came to the first town where human beings lived together since they entered the Eastern Land.
In the desolate autumn day, the gray flags at the top of the city are even more desolate. In a chaotic and divided place, different flags represent the shelter of different forces.
There are no buildings higher than three stories in the city, and there are more masonry structures than wooden mortise and tenon joints. The long street is a flat dirt road, and it is empty in broad daylight. The doors were closed and locked, and occasionally a few figures passed by, all in a hurry, with their weapons tied to their waists.
In the East Land, in addition to the boundless snow sea, there is also the rumored Golden Palace, which is not as luxurious as the world. Towns of this size are dotted. People live here, and there is no security, only three points better than the crisis-ridden wasteland.
Juggernaut took Yin Biyue into the only two-story restaurant in the city, the stairs were overwhelmed with creaking noises, and the dust rustled.
He and the shopkeeper were speaking in tongue-in-cheek dialect, and Yin Biyue could only guess a little of what he meant. After he finished speaking, he patted two spirit stones on the table.
Donglu does not use copper and silver, nor does it have a business that exchanges silver notes. From the black market to the tavern, the only thing that circulates is the spirit stone.
Not long after, the quick-handed man served a jar of wine.
"There are not many dishes to eat here, but the wine is good. Only the water of the Mincheon River can make such a strong burning knife. Come and taste it."
Yin Biyue took a sip from the bowl, his mouth was extremely spicy, like a sharp knife piercing his intestines, causing him to cough again and again.
The swordsman laughed, raised his head and drank it.
The man brought another black cloak, and the swordsman threw it to Yin Biyue, "I bought it for you."
This kind of cloak is very tight, and after Yin Biyue put it on, he felt like a demon cultivator. But I have to admit that the white Taoist robe walking in Donglu is really eye-catching.
Juggernaut obviously didn't think so much, "Black is resistant to dirt."
Even if it is stained with blood, it is not obvious, whether it is his own or the blood of the enemy.
They rested overnight in the town, and the next day they headed south to the Mincheon River.
When the swordsman bought the boat, the sky suddenly darkened, the dust was flying, and it was raining lightly.
When the boatman saw that they were two young sons, he kindly advised, "In this weather, the water on the river is fierce."
The Sword Saint smiled and paid him two more spirit stones. It is not easy to get a good word in a troubled world.
Walking to the middle of the river, pea-sized raindrops crashed down, and the boat swayed in the turbulent waves and floated in the sky, like a leaf in late autumn, which was engulfed in a blink of an eye.
The two of them were sitting opposite each other in the cabin, and the rain was gusting and the wind was blowing, but it was strange that they couldn't get in here.
Under the flickering candle, the bright sword light was like a flash of lightning, illuminating the entire cabin.
This is the first time Yin Biyue has seen 'Autumn Wind Li' unsheathed. He stared intently, for fear of missing a shred of brilliance.
On Hengduan Mountain, Master was seriously injured Yu Shi, and he only used one finger.
At that time, he was thinking, what else in this world is worth drawing a sword for a saint
The Juggernaut began to rub his sword with a serious look. Yin Biyue couldn't bear to say anything to disturb him.
Until the Juggernaut started to speak, "Fourth, what else do you want to ask?"
For some reason, Yin Biyue had a bad feeling in her heart. This intuition has been there all the way, and now it's amplified to the extreme.
Master has met a lot of people this trip, done a lot of things, and taught him a lot.
It's like saying goodbye to the world and saying goodbye to the past.
So Yin Biyue opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly,
"Master, what have you been doing all these years?"