The Villain's White Lotus Halo

The boundary between dawn and night seems to be only in an instant.

The subtle white light on the eastern horizon flooded in like a tide, occupying most of the sky.In the other half of the light blue night, the starlight has faded, leaving only the translucent moon shadow.

What a dawn and waning moon.

It's a pity that the wind is a biting new wind, and it blows a strong smell of blood. The moon is a cold moon, and the place it shines is only messy rocks.

Zhong Shan's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he was dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

The scope of the collapse of the dilemma was out of control, and he was seriously injured and trapped in the gap between the collapsed boulders.

There are wisps of skylight flowing down through the gap, like cold sword light, and like rain and wind.

Standing on the dividing line between life and death, he seemed to see the predecessor who held the wind and rain sword a million years ago.

Same place, similar circumstances.

Thinking in a daze, it turns out that in the whole book of swordsmanship, Wind and Rain Siege is not the strongest sword.Because what this sword pursues is not strength.

Do not seek the strongest, do not seek the fastest.The opening gesture of "warm rain, clear wind and first breaking of freezing" is joy.Later, the two types of wind and danger urge the sick bones, and the rain is pharynx and sorrowful, which is bitter cold.It is a relief to receive the slanting wind and drizzle without returning.

Life is full of vicissitudes, in a storm.It's just different situations, there is no difference between strength and weakness.

He seemed to understand something.

As the old saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.What's more, he has tried his best to fight and seek benevolence to win benevolence. At this time, he has no regrets at all, and he is most likely to feel tired.

But Zhong Shan didn't want to die.Because he has just learned the Wind and Rain Sword, and he hasn't practiced it once.Because there are still many people waiting for him in Qinglu Mountain.Because Master's tomb has not been swept yet.

Caring sometimes makes a person vulnerable and sometimes makes a person strong.

He still condensed his energy to support, the wound had long been numb, his body temperature was getting colder, and the process of fighting death was so long and painful.

The fragmented light became brighter and brighter, and at some point there were chaotic human voices outside, which were inaudible, as if he had imagined it.

"Wait a minute, I found another one here, who seems to be still alive, wearing Qinglu Daoist robe."

"Come here four to move the stones, be careful, hurry up, follow up with a team of military doctors..."

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Yin Biyue's consciousness fell into chaos, as if he was struggling to float in the icy sea, exhausted and desperate.

The shattered images are like bubbles, reappearing and disappearing in his mind like fleeting images.

The shark oil lampstand in Cangya Dungeon overlaps with the dim light in the library of the academy.The chirping of cicadas in the hot summer of Yecheng is mixed with the reverberating sound of chanting scriptures from Xingshan Temple.

The morning fog in the mountains and forests was pierced by light, Luo Mingchuan stood in the bright light and smiled at him,

"I am more pleased with you than you can imagine."

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind, a long sword pierced through the white mist, and went straight into the heart, dripping with blood.

Yin Biyue hissed, "Brother!"

The light dimmed in an instant, and the forest was replaced by an empty hall.The candlelight was shining brightly, and the man with a face about the same as Luo Mingchuan was holding his veins, and his cold breath sprayed on his neck, "Your senior brother is already dead. You killed him, piercing the heart with a sword, accurate and steady. I admire it."

not like this.how so.

They have survived all the hardships in the past, so why are they still here today.

Difficulty breathing and a splitting headache.

When Yin Biyue felt that he had reached his limit, every inch of his bones and meridians were shattered, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, and when he didn't wake up again, a warm current rushed into his body.From the pulse gate on the right hand, flowing through every spiritual vein, it was as gentle as spring wind turning into rain, and the continuous flow made him feel like soaking in warm water, gradually relaxing.

Without a concept of time, he opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time passed.

In front of the eyes is the mottled relief of gold lacquer, which looks like a brocade of flowers, with overlapping scallops hanging from the corners.The soft pillow on the high bed is very spacious and comfortable.

Yin Biyue turned his eyes and saw the person sitting by the bed.The neat Cangya Taoist robe, the upright jade crown, the gentle eyebrows and eyes, just like the first time I saw him.

She was holding his hand, sending her true essence to him from the pulse gate.Amber pupils are like a gentle lake that can contain everything.

At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to cry.

"Brother..." Yin Biyue murmured, "Is this real, is it a dream, are you really alright...I can't believe it, come here and let me hug you."

The body is clean and fresh, and the inside and outside are replaced with new clothes, and the injury does not hurt anymore.It's just mental fatigue and lack of energy.

Luo Mingchuan smiled, slowly lifted him up, hugged him into his arms, and said in a low voice, "It's not a dream, I'm fine. We're all fine."

Yin Biyue raised his eyes to look at him carefully, not wanting to miss a single bit, from the peak of his eyebrows to the end of his eyes, from the bridge of his nose to his lips, everything looked real.

The more you look at it, the better it looks, and he suddenly leaned over it when his mind got hot.

"Well……"

Luo Mingchuan was caught off guard and the corner of his mouth was bitten.

Before he had time to respond, Yin Biyue had already left his embrace, and explained as if he had done something terrible, "Brother, I'm really insecure right now, I didn't mean to take advantage of you!"

Luo Mingchuan held back his smile and nodded seriously, "Yes, I know."

Yin Biyue, who took advantage of it, felt that he was resurrected with full blood, and could fight for another 500 years, and his mind became clearer, "Where are we? How long have I been asleep? What happened afterwards? Lin Yuanjian..."

He has countless questions.

"Don't worry, listen to me first." Luo Mingchuan interrupted him comfortingly, "You slept for three days. Your body was overloaded, which hurt your spirit veins and sea of ​​consciousness. Fortunately, we have both cultivated before, and our bodies are compatible, so I can help you Restoration of luck. There is no serious problem at the moment, you need to rest, and it is best not to use the sword within half a month."

It's been three days, it's been so long, Yin Biyue is startled, what happened to his senior brother's serious injury, the world is bound to be turned upside down, what's going on in Cangya Mountain and other places?

But in Luo Mingchuan's view, no matter how big the matter is, his body is not as important as his junior brother's body. After he finished explaining carefully, "Don't use sword qi" and "True energy must run slowly", and got Yin Biyue's guarantee, he didn't talk about other things.

"We killed Rong Zhuo at the bottom of the Meteorite Abyss. The blood contract of the [-] demon cultivators will be invalidated, and they will suffer some backlash. In addition, the army from the North Land has arrived in many towns in the south and middle land, and the army of demon cultivators has returned to a state of scattered sand. They went their own way, crossing the sea and returning to the East Continent one after another. Qingyiluan, your fifth junior brother, remembers your aura and flew here yesterday to send a message. Because in 'Chun Shan Xiao', there is a sword intent left by a sword master..."

Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Then we now..."

"You have injuries, so it's inconvenient to move. This is an abandoned palace on the snowfield, protected by formations inside, free from dust, so I will place you here. Now Xuefeng's spiritual veins are unstable, and Meteor Abyss is overflowing with hostility. , there is no one on the entire snow field.”

Yin Biyue's heart moved, "Which palace?"

"Changyuan Hall." Luo Mingchuan seemed not to notice the change in his expression, and added, "I have mastered all the restraining formations here, so I just need to rest in peace and recuperate."

Yin Biyue suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and hearing that Luo Mingchuan hadn't mentioned himself, he said anxiously, "Senior Brother, Linyuan Sword was out of my control that day, you must have been seriously injured."

Luo Mingchuan said with a smile, "It didn't hurt the heart, it's just a flesh wound. Divine soldiers are spirited, and they always have a temper." After saying that, he took out the Linyuan Sword, "The sword returns to its original owner, but junior brother must do what he says and heal his wounds well , don’t use it any more recently.”

Yin Biyue took the sword, feeling complicated and unspeakable.The meaning of the sword to the sword cultivator is extraordinary, just like a part of the body.

Since he came here, the one who has accompanied him the most, besides his senior brother, is this sword that was originally called Yihu and later called Linyuan.From refusing to accept his true energy, to being connected with him, killing blood in several dangerous situations;

Cheng also faces the Yuan sword, and defeat also faces the Yuan sword.

Yin Biyue put the sword aside and looked at Luo Mingchuan fixedly, "Brother, do you remember the illusion we saw in the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple."

The so-called projection of future destiny.

"What magical weapon has a spirit, if it wants to hurt senior brother, I would rather destroy it with my own hands. If I want to hurt senior brother, I would rather not use a sword again."

Luo Mingchuan's eyes darkened, he stared at him, and smiled softly for a while, "What nonsense. You are a sword cultivator and the master of Linyuan."

Yin Biyue avoided answering, "Senior brother, is the wound still hurting? Let me see..." He raised his hand to touch the chest of the person next to him, and was immediately held back. He couldn't help explaining again, "I'm really worried. I don't want to take advantage of my brother."

Luo Mingchuan didn't let go, still looked at him, and said seriously, "Junior brother, I have something to do now, you stay here and wait for me to come back. I have sent a letter back to Cang Ya, and within two days your fellow disciples will come to pick you up .If I don't come back at that time, you will go with them. In the future, you will strengthen your mind and practice diligently..."

Yin Biyue was dumbfounded when he heard this.

He suddenly interrupted sharply, "It's not over at all, is it? Brother, what are you going to do? Seal the abyss? Just like Master did back then..." He was about to get up and get out of bed, "Okay! I'll go with brother!"

Luo Mingchuan was not in a hurry, his voice was gentle, but his movements were firm, and he couldn't help but trap him in his arms, "Junior Brother just promised me something, have you forgotten?"

He said softly, "Bound."

A piece of gauze tent snapped.

Yin Biyue felt his wrist tighten, the silk was soft and close to his skin, but he lost his strength for no reason, and couldn't break free no matter what.The senior brother has mastered all the restrictions in the Changyuan Palace, so it is easy to trap him.

Panic hit my heart, it was cold, and I cursed without choosing words,

"Luo Mingchuan! How dare you! Those who come together go together, those who don't walk together are puppies!" Yin Biyue struggled, "We are a couple of Taoism, a legal couple! Even if we die, we deserve to die together! How dare you Leave me and try!"

Luo Mingchuan placed him on the bed, and easily resolved his struggle, "The formula will expire in two days."

"You dare to go! I won't let you go! Well..."

Yin Biyue suddenly lost his voice, and the words he hadn't finished speaking were stuck on his lips.

Because Luo Mingchuan kissed him.

It's different from his casual taste, only daring to touch the corners of his mouth.It's a real kiss.

His lips and tongue were intertwined, and his heart was throbbing with the kiss, it was difficult to breathe, and he stared blankly at the person close at hand.

Luo Mingchuan didn't close his eyes either, his amber pupils were full of his shadow.

Yin Biyue seemed to fall into the clouds.

Then tenderness began to become fierce, full of aggression, touching lips and teeth, wantonly plundering.Yin Biyue endured it passively, unable to say any words of rejection, and could only let out vague sobs.

After a long time, until the end of his eyes turned red, Luo Mingchuan let him go.

Yin Biyue was lying on the bed with his wrists bound.The skirts of his clothes were scattered in the struggle, and he gasped violently. He looked up at his senior brother, but he was extremely stubborn when he opened his mouth, "Do you think I'll give in just because of a beauty trick! Impossible! Otherwise, I'm going to take the risk alone, you What would you think?"

Looking at him like this, Luo Mingchuan deeply felt that he had outstanding concentration, and that the years of cultivation of the gentleman's way were not in vain.

Feeling that the imprisoned remnant soul in his body was about to move, he took one last look at his junior brother, turned and left without nostalgia.

Yin Biyue's vision was suddenly blurred.

Until the white Taoist robe, the tall and tall figure passed through the heavy gauze curtains, walked out of the dark palace, and was never seen again.

He closes his eyes.It was empty and silent.

Lin Yuanjian silently accompanied him.