The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue was sure that he was delighted.Looking at the gentle and tolerant eyes of the senior brother, the joy from the heart cannot be faked.

He laughed, almost relieved.

In a flash of thought, he remembered the scene where he reunited with his senior brother at the floating seaside after saying goodbye to his master, and he couldn't restrain himself from rushing forward, stretching out his arms to hug him.The picture in the memory is still vivid, but the mood at that time is blurred.

So the current state is still wrong.

What a hassle.

Luo Mingchuan didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and held his junior brother's hand.

Yin Biyue squeezed back hard, and suddenly the cold wind that hit his face faded away, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

After subconsciously doing this, he remembered that with the cultivation base of him and his senior brother, there is nothing to be afraid of.

I am also a little relieved, because the master once explained that in the future, when leading people to ride clouds, you must remember to block the wind.

I can still remember what Master said, so I can still be saved.

While searching for the avenue, emotions are gradually stripped away.But stop asking how to open the sword tomb to find the master?How to fight against the unpredictable fate?

I hope that the all-knowing master can find a solution.

The turbulent sea flew under their feet, and huge sea beasts jumped out of the sea from time to time, and only a flash of black shadow could be seen on the clouds.

In the higher sky, sunlight falls through the thick clouds, and the light and shadow change between the wind and the clouds, and the scenery is magnificent and magnificent, which is different from time to time.

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Yunyang City has gone through a difficult battle to defend the city, which can be said to be traumatizing.At this time, the post-war chaos is still there, but there are Hokuriku garrisons camping in the wilderness outside the city, which finally makes people feel at ease.A professor is leading more than a dozen students to hang on the towering city wall with light body skills, repairing the broken runes on the black bricks.There are still many people standing under the city wall, waiting to replace them.

When Yunyang City was being refurbished and expanded, Mr. Zhang Yuan personally drew the drawings, and several major families in the Mainland contributed funds.It was indeed more complicated to choose to engrave runes on each brick instead of setting up a prohibition that can be activated on the entire city wall.To carve a talisman, one needs to have at least a level of cultivation above the level of Concentration, a strong sense of consciousness, and a knowledge of the way of talismans.

Therefore, the process of building the city wall was extremely slow, but no one dared to say anything about Yasheng's decision, even if people were puzzled and impatient.

During the war, the runes on the brick wall were connected into a formation, and the degree of defense against enemy attacks was incredible.Now that he has calmed down, Mr. Xi recalled the old events many years ago, and couldn't help but have many guesses and sighs.Could it be that Mr. was going to Yunyang City to suffer such a catastrophe at that time?There must be such a war in the world?

The students under the city wall waited to take over, and those who knew each other began to speak.However, the battlefield is currently in chaos, and there are no easy and interesting things to say.

"By the way, I was on the city wall that night, and Moxiu seemed to be defeated suddenly... Before the Northern Army arrived, he showed signs of depression."

"Thinking about it now, it's really strange."

There were different opinions, and someone in the crowd suddenly said, "...It is said that their combat power is related to the Meteor Abyss, and some important people from Cangya Mountain went to the Eastern Continent and sealed the Abyss." When he said this, he subconsciously lowered his voice, and there were still many people hear.

There was a sound of breathing for a while.

"Who can seal the abyss..." He raised his finger and pointed to the sky, "Could it be..."

Could it be that the saint is back?

"Really? What's going on?"

If the Juggernaut really came back, he would be able to conquer cities and destroy countries by himself, and he wouldn't be afraid of any demon cultivators.

The student lowered his head, "I've only heard one sentence, who knows so clearly about important people's affairs?"

Topics are deliberately avoided.

"The magic army has suffered heavy losses this time, and there are not many top experts left. I don't think they will go on expeditions across the sea again...We are better right now."

The bankruptcy of their homeland, the cruelty of war, and the serious injury or death of their companions all made them feel war-weary.

Some people shook their heads, still not optimistic, "Only Master Wuwang is the only one who can fight in Liuya Sage. The master's Dharma is profound, but..."

Although the turmoil of the war has broken the impression of Yasheng as an almost omnipotent god in people's minds, it is still something that ordinary people dare not talk about.There is no need to go on, everyone understands what he means.Buddhists are not good at fighting.

If only some great man could be sanctified.

Not only in Yunyang City Academy, but also in Lianjianzong, in Yecheng in Nanlu, and everywhere, there are people who think this way.

Yin Biyue and two passed the chatting students, passed the restriction of the city gate, and walked into the city, no one noticed them.

It was almost dusk when the lights were on.

The city is still full of tall buildings and brightly lit.But it is not the Hualou songtai, golden palace lanterns and red lanterns of the peaceful age.It's the torches lit in front of the doors of each house, and the halos of formations on some buildings.

Along the way, every house was closed and locked, and there were only practitioners in a hurry on the street.

Only the school has not changed.The lights in the library can be seen from a distance.

Yin Biyue couldn't count how many times this was the first time he came here.I remember when I first met Mr. Zhang Yuan, I was still nervous like walking on eggshells.

Walking to the familiar alley, someone came out to greet him.It wasn't a boy in red or a student in a blue gown, but a young monk wearing the monk's robes of Jaikon Monastery.Putting palms together and pronouncing the Buddha's name, lowering eyebrows and lowering eyes, he said, "The master and master are playing chess in the courtyard, and the poor monk led the two benefactors to go."

Luo Mingchuan said sorry, and smiled reassuringly at the people around him.

Yin Biyue knew that the senior brother wanted to reassure himself.

The only one who can play chess with Mr. Zhang Yuan, the only one in Jiekong Temple is Master Wuwang, a Buddhist practitioner who is proficient in medical theory. With him in the school, Mr. Wu should be fine.If something happened, where would you want to play chess?

He has complicated feelings towards Mr. Headmaster.Although the husband had participated in setting up the bureau, they almost died in Xingshan Temple.But it took a lot to save him and help him a few times, and he already regarded him as a respected elder.

It's still that unremarkable little door, which leads directly to the yard full of pagoda trees.

The cold wind is bleak, and there are only dead branches and leaves left on the tall wooden flower stands that were prosperous in the past.

In the courtyard, two people sat opposite each other in front of the stone table, and one chessboard was illuminated by a shark oil lampstand.It was clearly a slightly bleak scene, but somehow there was a sense of freedom and ease.

Mr. Zhang Yuan was wearing a black crane cloak, holding a hand stove in his arms.The long dragon who had just strangled the opponent was happily putting pieces into the chess basket when he saw them laughing, "Look, I'll say it will work."

No falsehood said Amitabha Buddha.It is the default.

The monk who led the way retreated, and Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan stepped forward to salute, still disciples.

Yin Biyue said, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness in floating on the seashore."

The other party used the unique knowledge of the Buddhist Lion's Roar to break through the obstacles for him, thinking that he had exhausted himself a lot.

Wu Wang shook his head, "With your mastery, you will surely become enlightened. It will be sooner or later, so you should not be thankful."

Mr. Zhang Yuan said, "Come, sit down and chat."

The stone case is not big, and four rattan chairs have just been prepared tonight.

Yin Biyue was slightly startled after taking his seat, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Mr. in disbelief.

When the realm reaches a certain level, the breath can be retracted and released freely, without dripping water, returning to the original.Therefore, when the sword master walks in the market, he is really like a young son.When Mr. Zhang Yuan drinks tea and reads a book, he really looks like a rich and noble man.

But now it was different, Yin Biyue realized that the coercion of the sub-sage looming over the academy came only from Master Wuwang.

Yin Biyue didn't know how to speak at this moment.

The master's cultivation base is gone.

You can get a glimpse of the sky by stargazing, comprehend the magic of the supreme space, throw cups and cups, change the gentleman who is thousands of miles away, and become an ordinary person.

The person involved didn't care at all, "It's just a little bit of cultivation. I also ate part of the Bi Liuguang plant that I told you about before, and my life is still long. At worst, I will cultivate from scratch."

Those who eat flowers and leaves by Bi Liuguang will have their spiritual veins and roots purified and their appearance will not change. Those who eat roots will have a condensed spiritual consciousness and a long lifespan.

The master and the sword master used to treat it as an ordinary spiritual herb when they were young, and shared the same plant.

Yin Biyue's heart was empty, and those complicated emotions passed away quickly, leaving only a lake of heart that was not disturbed.

Sure enough, it was even more serious, so that even such a thing could only touch him for a moment.

Luo Mingchuan said, "Please take care sir, if necessary, my junior brother and I are willing to help you."

Mr. waved his hand, "Where is it useful... Don't talk about me, how are you?"

Yin Biyue still couldn't answer this question.

Fortunately, Luo Mingchuan spoke eloquently,

"Junior brother communicated with the heavens, the earth and the stars, awakened the memory of the previous life, cultivated rapidly, his understanding of the Dao is gradually approaching the previous life, and his personal feelings are gradually peeling off. And in my sea of ​​consciousness, there is still a remnant soul, which was left in the Changyuan sword before reincarnation. The devil in the middle. If you sit and watch yourself and fight against him, you will be equal, and you will hurt others and yourself."

After Yin Biyue heard the facts, he suddenly felt that he and his senior brother were really miserable.

Only the poor and lowly couples have always been sad about everything, but when it comes to the real immortal and the devil, everything is not going well?

Right now they're sitting here as if they're sitting in a consulting room.Just waiting for the master in charge to say, "This disease is costly to treat and takes a long time to treat. The patients and their families are in great pain. Look..." Immediately rushed to shake hands, "Cure! It can be cured even if it is sold out! Doctor, Save my wife!"

After listening, the husband turned to the people around him, "My eyesight is not as good as before, what do you think?"

Master Wuwang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Benefactor Luo, that soul is one with you, and you are incomplete without him. For the current plan, only you recognize and accept him from your heart. When the opportunity comes, The two can be combined.”

Luo Mingchuan had thought of this possibility, but he was conflicted in his heart, and Mozun was extremely unwilling to come.But he still responded, "May I ask what is the opportunity for the master?"

Wu Wang didn't say that the secrets should not be leaked, it was very straightforward, "The realm of the poor monk is limited, and he can't see it. It all depends on the benefactor to find it himself." Turning to Yin Biyue, "The realm of the supreme forgetfulness is that there is no restriction. , gain great freedom. You need to know that life is like living in a thorny forest. If the heart does not move, people will not move rashly. If the heart does not move, it will not hurt. Since the donor has obtained the Tao, why is there any confusion?"

Yin Biyue said, "Master has practiced Buddhism for many years, and the glitz and glamour of the world is like a passing cloud, with a pure heart and few desires. I am different."

He thought for a while, "I used to have a sword in my hand and him in my heart, and all my worries and fears were gone. How could it not be freedom? If I lose my feelings and have no interest in life, such freedom is also a kind of shackles to me."

Luo Mingchuan laughed when he heard this.Even in such a situation, the junior brother still cares about him very much.

Wu Wu thought about the phrase 'all worries and fears go', and said in a deep thought, "The almsman will find a new way, which is no less than sailing against the current, and there is no one to learn from before..."

Mr. Zhangyuan smiled, "It is true that there is no one before, and it may not be that there will be no one in the future. Unfortunately, I can't help you, why don't you ask your second senior sister, or the Fengfengjian of the Qinglu Sword Sect?"

Yin Biyue nodded silently.The second senior sister can break through the "life and death barrier", perhaps there are similarities with his situation.He doesn't know about Zhong Shan for the time being, but there must be a reason for the husband to let him go.

Then he said, "One more thing, I want to know the location of the sword mound."

The gentleman's expression changed slightly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he took out a piece of folded paper from his wide sleeve, "Your master left it, he said that when you ask this kind of question someday, I can't answer it, so just take this." show you."

Yin Biyue took it with both hands, and was wondering why he couldn't answer it, only to hear Mr. say, "Go back and look again. If you don't mind, you'll have to ask me again."

So he put it away carefully, and didn't use his spiritual sense to probe.

When the two said goodbye, the moon was in the sky, and the shadows of the trees were whirling.The lights of the schoolhouse in the distance went out one after another, and the faint sound of reading could be heard from somewhere, so peaceful that he didn't look like he had experienced troubled times.

The gentleman in charge gathered the crane cloak, looked at the chessboard on the desk, "I'm sleepy, I'll play tomorrow."

Wu Wang said, "It's been a long time since I left the mountain, I will go back tomorrow morning."

"Then let's talk about it next time."

That's what I said, but I don't know that the next time will be hundreds of years later.

Wuwang suddenly sighed, "One has indifferent feelings and the other has deep obsessions. Their journey is long and difficult."

Mr. Zhang Yuan said, "It just complements each other, and the two complement each other. They are really a natural pair."

Without thinking about it, I think it makes sense.